Mitch

[Sandra B]

70.
“See, the boys who end up there are usually the really hard cases.  They’re out of control.  They make life difficult for the other kids at school, bullying, and disrupting class, and unbearable for their parents – ‘specially if they’ve only got a mum.  When all other forms of therapy have failed, that’s when P & S takes over.”  He realised he was in danger of sounding like an advert for P & S, but the fact was that he was beginning to believe in Shirley’s mission himself.
“Okay, Mitch – but what actually goes on there?” asked Silas, impatiently.
“I’m not allowed to tell you that.  If I told you, I’d have to kill myself.”
“Shut up and get to the point,” said Michael.
“Okay.  But keep your voices down, all right?”  He adopted a serious expression.  He was thinking hard.  He was the centre of attention.  All the Scouts were hanging on his every word.  So he decided to weave a tapestry of reality and fantasy.  It couldn’t do any harm. 
“There are several forms of “therapy”.  For obvious reasons I can’t mention individual cases…  But to give you an idea…”  He lowered his voice even more.  “I heard that once they had to deal with two really tough lads.  Well, they may have been tough, but you should see the assistants at P & S.  “Nurses” they call them.  There’s three of them.  Women in their early twenties.  Athletic.  Trained in martial arts.  Tits like…”  He gestured with his hands.
“Really, Mitch, that’s so sexist!” complained Penny.
“Well, but it’s true.  Really beautiful, too.” 
By now the boys in particular were all agog.  He continued.
“So these nurses…  They're dressed in white latex dresses, so tight that…well, you can’t look at them without getting…you know.  And thigh-length boots.  And they carry little whips.  Those boys never had a chance.  They had them shackled and chained to the wall within thirty minutes of their arriving.  Then their training started…”
Some of the boys were fidgeting now, hands firmly in laps.
“Yeah, chained up.  They put locking collars on them, see, and chained them to little rings on the wall, put there specially…  Then, every day, they separate them for punishment and…milking.”
“Milking?”
“Yeah, Danny, milking!  Get it?  They get milked till all their aggression leaves them.  And they get whipped till they learn absolute obedience.”
“Shit.  Is that true?  How long does that go on?”
“In this case, I’m told it took a week.  But then comes the clever bit.  When they were both totally cowed, they were made to dress up as girls, in pretty dresses and panties and stockings and everything!  And they were trained to behave like girls, and speak in squeaky voices…”
“Our voices aren’t squeaky!”  interrupted Marcia.
“Shut up, Marcia!  Let him speak.”
“…and curtsey, and play with dolls, and sit on the toilet to wee…”
“Ugh!” remarked Michael.
“…and after that, you know what they had to do?”
“No.  What?”
His voice dropped to a whisper.  “They had to give each other blow-jobs.  Take it in turn.  Until they got used to it, and that was the only way they knew to have sex!”
There was a stunned silence.  Someone at the back asked, falteringly, “What?  Like…till they…came?”
“Course till they came, idiot!  What would be the point otherwise?  And they had to swallow all the other one’s spunk, or they got whipped…  But I heard…”
“Yes?”
“I heard that they got to like it, and when they were discharged they went and lived together as a gay couple, and they never misbehaved ever again!”
“Wow!”
“They should do that to all boys,” said Marcella, much to the amusement of her friends.  “It would be fun to watch, too.”
“But it’s good, isn’t it?” said Penny.  “I mean, it’s only boys who have these behavioural problems.  If they were all made to behave like girls, think how peaceful the world would be.”
“It’d be incredibly boring,” said Stephen, with a laugh.  “But Mitch, tell us what they did, exactly.  I’d really like to hear…”
“Miss is coming!  Talk about something else!” hissed Tracey.

And so story-time was over for the night.  Or so Mitch thought.  But the boys wanted more.
The boys were divided into groups of four, each quartet sharing one tent.  Mitch was in with Daniel, Stephen and Silas.  They went for a shower, then laid out their sleeping bags on the groundsheet.  Having been deprived of their underpants, they knew they were going to have to sleep in their shorts, and they were already a little aroused from Mitch’s story.  Once they were all zipped in, there was a certain amount of tossing and turning, and it soon became obvious that no-one was going to get any sleep until his needs were satisfied.
“Mitch?  Tell us a story,” said Silas.
“Story?  What sort of story?”
“You know.  Something…interesting.”
“Are you sure you want that…?”
“Yes!” came three voices I chorus.
“Please,” said Stephen.  You’re so good at it, and you left us in suspense…”
Mitch sighed.  He lay there silent for a minute, thinking. 
“Okay.  I’ll tell you a story.  Are you sitting comfortably?  Then I’ll begin.  And don’t interrupt!”

[Sandra B]

71.
“Tomorrow we’re going into town.  And we’re going to go to our favourite sweet shop, right?”
“I’m not sure, now…”
“Shush!  We’re going.  This is the story of what happens…”

“Mitch and Danny and Steve and Silas made their way gingerly towards Super Sweets.  They wanted those special gobstoppers so much…but they were not sure what the assistants would think of their new uniforms – especially their little rubber shorts.  They hoped the girls wouldn’t laugh at them.
“No way!” said Danny.  “They’re gonna be so impressed…by me, at least.  I don’t know about you lot…”
“What you mean?” frowned Stephen.  “We look just as good as you any day.”
“Well,” smirked Danny, “depends what you mean by good.  As far as…size is concerned, I think I have an unfair advantage…”
“Shut up, idiot,” said Silas.  “That pathetic little thing?  It’s smaller than ours even when it’s erect!”
The argument continued until they reached the shop, when suddenly they were universally afflicted with nerves.
“Who’s going in first?” said Mitch.
“You should.  It’s your fault we have to wear these things at all.”
“But…”
The others didn’t wait to argue.  They pushed him through the doorway and followed in single file.
“G-good m-morning.  We’re from the Scout camp.  Do you mind if we…look around?”
The two girls stared at the four Scouts in surprise.  But surprise quickly turned to delight.
“Of course, boys.  Come in.  Don’t I remember you from last year?”
“Y-yes, that’s right…”
“But you look different, somehow.  Don’t they, Janice?”
“Yes, Roxie.  I suppose they’ve grown a bit.  But the uniform…”
“Oh, yes,” cried Roxie, pretending to have just noticed.  “You’ve got new shorts, boys.  Very smart.  Are these part of the standard uniform now?”
“Not really,” replied Danny, blushing.  “But they are regulation.”
Janice burst out laughing.  “Regulation!  Ooh, fancy that.  Regulation shorts!  May I see?”
Janice came out from behind the counter and approached the boys, standing in a little defensive knot just inside the door.  She went straight up to Danny and took the frilling of his shorts between finger and thumb.  She emitted a mock gasp.
“Ooh!  They are rubber!  Roxie, come and feel these!”
Soon both girls were tugging at the frills and running their hands over Danny’s flanks.
“They’re so smooth!”
“I love the way they fit so tightly.  Roxie, feel his little butt!”
“And they’re quite taut at the front as well.  You can see where his little willy is.”
“Oh, it’s so sweet!  Like a little sausage in a rubber skin.  Should I…?”
“Go on.  Touch it.  See if it’s getting firmer from all the attention.”
“All right…”
Danny stiffened.  “Ahh…no…please don’t…”
“What’s your name?”
“Danny.”
“Well Danny, you’re a very naughty boy!  Look, I’m hardly touching it, and its getting longer and harder every second!  Feel that, Roxie!”
“Goodness, Janice.  It’s quite stiff already!  Danny, you’re such a rude boy, getting all excited like that in front of two innocent young girls!  A little Scout like you shouldn’t have a big thing like this in his pants.  So hot, too!  What a show-off!”
“Massage it a little more, Roxie.  See how big you can get it.  Wait there – I’ll get a measuring tape and we can measure it.”
“Good idea, Janice.  Hey, why don’t we have a competition?  See who has the biggest one?  Look, they’re all getting excited now.  You – what’s your name?”
“Er, Silas…miss.”
“Silas?  I saw you playing with it.  No, don’t try to deny it.  I know what you boys are like.  One gets aroused, and he sets off the rest.  Look at them, Janice, they’re all getting stiff now.”
“I think we’d better close the shop for an hour, don’t you think, Roxie?”
“Good idea.  Put the blind down too.  That’s right.  Now, you lot, come over here to the chocolate counter.  That’s right.  Stand in line, like you’re on parade.  That’s good. Yes.  Now, see this giant chocolate bar?  This is the winner’s prize.  Me and Janice will be the judges.  Now, let’s get these things out where we can see them…”
She unzipped their shorts one by one.  As she did so, their pricks popped out of their own accord, stiff and quivering.  The girls stood back to appraise them.
“There’s not much between all of them, is there?  Boys, before we measure them, you are allowed to do whatever you need to get them to maximum size.  Go ahead!  Don’t be shy!  Look at that huge chocolate bar!”
“My prick’s gonna be even bigger than that,” groaned Danny, masturbating furiously. 
The boys worked away until none of them felt he could get his pen-is any bigger.  Janice knelt down and got to work with the measuring tape.
“You are…?”
“Stephen.”
“Write this down, Roxie…  Stephen…eight centimetres.”
“And you?”
“Mitch, miss.”
“Mitch…eight and a half!”
“Now, Danny…hmm, only eight, I’m afraid…sorry.  But very juicy!  Pass me a tissue, Roxie, if you wouldn’t mind?”
“No, that can’t be…” began Danny, but Roxie silenced him with a finger to her lips.
“Finally, Silas.  Let’s see…  Ooh!  We have a winner!  A full nine centimetres!”
“Yesss!!”
Roxie let off a couple of party poppers, and then Silas was ceremonially presented with his prize.  Danny was till complaining.
“But the thing is, mine’s thicker than his.  You should have measured the circ-umference, too.  Then you would have seen…”
“Oh, Danny,  Don’t be a sore loser.  I’m sure Silas will share some of his prize with you.
“Yeah, course I will.  I’d always share with someone less fortunate than myself…”

But now there remained the problem of four boys with erections.
“There’s no way we going to get those back into their shorts,” said Roxie.
“What are we going to do?  We can’t send them out like that, can we?”
Roxie leant over and whispered in Janice’s ear.  They both giggled.
“Now boys,” said Roxie, smiling, “you must promise on your Scout’s honour not to move.  Stay standing in line just like you are.  Pretend you’re on parade and have to stand to attention.  If you can do that, Janice and I will help you to relieve your frustrations.  Okay?”
The boys nodded eagerly.  Are they really going to wank us off, thought Mitch. 
But it was better than that.  Janice was still on her knees, holding the tape.  Now Roxie knelt down next to her.
“Okay.  You’ve got Danny and Silas.  I’ll deal with Stephen and Mitch.  Let’s go.”
Janice started with Silas, on the principle that the larger sausage was probably the jucier.  With her hands on her knees she simply leant forward and began to lick the end of his swollen member.  And then, using her lips to push back his foreskin, took the whole of the glans in her mouth, and suc-ked it like a gobstopper.  As she did so, she slowly raised her eyes till she was looking up at him looking down at her.   She winked, and thrust the point of her tongue firmly against the cleft.  He nearly came then, but managed to stave it off for a while longer.  Meanwhile, Roxie was working on Mitch, having wrapped her fingers around Stephen’s coc-k so that she could masturbate him at the same time.  But back to Janice.  By now, Silas’s juices were flowing freely into her mouth.  She could tell by his moaning, and the twitching of his pen-is, he was close to orgasm.  She could feel her panties getting wet with her own juices.  Danny was desperate for his turn.  Watching his friend being gobbled with such painstaking expertise was driving him crazy.  He started masturbating faster, pointing his prick towards Janice’s face in the hope she give him a turn.  Though she was occupied with Silas she was mindful of his needs, so she gave Silas a little nibble to finish him off, which it did in spectacular fashion, wads of hot sperm filling her mouth and spurting out over her lower lip, while he clung gasping to her hair.  Unfortunately it was too much for Danny, who, with a cry, shot his entire load over Janice, on her face, in her hair, and all over Silas’s hands!”

At this point, both Stephen and Silas, who had been giving both Mitch’s story and the bulges in their shorts their total attention, climaxed almost simultaneously – and quite violently – forcing Mitch to wait for them to recover themselves.  But Danny had been disappointed by the turn of events in the sweet shop.
“Hey!  Why didn’t I get to have a blow-job too?  Not fair!”
“Danny!  I said no interruptions!”
“But why?  Why did you make me bring myself off?”
“It’s just a story for goodness’ sake!  In any case, that’s probably exactly what would have happened.”
“And you gave me one of the smallest pen-ises.  Which is just not true!”
And he went into a silent sulk.

“So, to continue…”
“No, Mitch.  Enough.  I’m exhausted.  I want to sleep now,” said Silas.
“Me too,” said Stephen.  “Save the rest for another time, yeah?”
“Okay.  Fine.  I’m tired too,” said Mitch.
“Wait!  What about me?  I haven’t come yet!” wailed Danny.
“Well wank off, like you did in the story,” suggested Silas.  “You’re good at that, anyway.”
“Yeah,” said Stephen.  “You should get a badge for wanking.  I’ll ask miss tomorrow.”

As they were falling asleep, Stephen murmured to no-one in particular.
“It’s gonna feel funny going into that shop after hearing that story…

[Sandra B]

72.
When Oliver woke up the next day, he found Jasper sitting on the side of his bed.
“Hi Ollie.  Sleep well?”
“Yes, thank you, Jasper.”
“Got a surprise for you.  Baby practice.”
“Already?”
“Yup.  I’ve brought you some clothes.  On the chair.  Hope you like them.  When you’re dressed, report to Miss Dearman.  See you later.”

Oliver sat on the bed and examined the heap of clothes.  He was amazed Shirley had managed to find baby clothes to fit him so quickly.  There was a little smock, pink with yellow polka dots and puff sleeves, all trimmed with white lace, together with a pair of matching elasticated pants, a pair of pink baby sock-shoes, a pull-up, and pink plastic pants.  Without hesitation he dressed, admired himself in the wardrobe mirror, and made his way to Shirley’s office.  He felt comfortable and relaxed.  It felt right, somehow.  And the plastic pants made a satisfying rustling sound as he walked.
“Oliver!  Well, well!  You look so pretty!  Do those things fit you all right?”
“Perfectly, auntie Shirley.  It feels so nice.  I feel like a big Jemimah!”
“Mmm.  Well, I can see you’re not going to be very difficult to train. How’s your baby talk?”
“Me want big dwinkies of milky-milks from my bottley-wottley.”
“Okay…well let’s not overdo it.  Now, I had to give you a pull up this morning as you were going to dress yourself.  But later on Yulya will change you into a proper nice thick cloth nappy.  Would you like that?”
“Yeth pleath auntie Shirley.”
“Good girl, Olivia.”
“Oh…can I be Olivia?  That’s a pretty name.”
“Of course.  You’re a girl baby, so you need a girl name.  Now come here and let me check you’ve got your plastic pants on the right way round…yes…and you’re dry.  Yulya will change you when you’re wet.”
Oliver looked slightly startled.
“Of course.  You’re a baby.  You’ll wet your nappy.  Then Yulya will wipe you and put cream on you and nice smelly talc, and a nice big nappy with a silver pin.  And you’ll have your very own changing-bag, with all the equipment, which will go with you everywhere you go.  And look – I’ve got you a little present.  Baby’s first pacifier.”
“Oo, thank oo, auntie.”
“I’ve put it in a nice pink ribbon, and I’ll just pin it to your smock…so…and you’ll be able to suc-k it whenever you want.”
“It’s nice.  It’s a big one.”  He put it in his mouth.
“Because you’re a big girl.  Oh, here comes auntie Mandy.  Mandy, what do you think of  Baby Olivia?”
“Oh, she such a darling.  You’re so sweet, dear.”
“Why don’t you take her and show her to the boys?  Actually, I think baby Sam was wet earlier.  Maybe she could watch him being changed, if Yulya hasn’t done it already.”
“Oo.  Is there another baby, auntie?”
“Yes.  Baby Sam.  He’s a boy baby, and bigger than you, Olivia.  Oh, there’s Yulya now.  Yulya?”
Yulya put her head inside the door.  “Yes, Miss Shirley?”  Then she saw Oliver.  “Oh, Oliver!  You beautiful!  Perfect baby girl!”
“Fank oo, auntie Yulya.”
“You very quick learner Oliver!”
“She is.  She’s Olivia now, Yulya.  I just wanted to ask if you’ve changed Sam yet?”
“No – just on way now.”
“Could you possibly take Olivia with you and let her watch?”
“Yes, Miss Shirley.  Though Sam very sulky at being always baby, and sometimes rude…”
“All the better.  You’re authorised to smack his bottom if he misbehaves.  You see, Olivia darling, you would never smack a little baby, but our big babies are big enough to be smacked.  In fact, some of them need smacking every now and then, to remind them they’re not big horrible boys any more, but nice sweet little baby boys and girls.”
“I would never be naughty, auntie Shirley.  Olivia is good baby.”
“I know, darling.  Now run along with auntie Yulya.  Show naughty Sam how a good baby behaves, yes?  And if he has to be smacked, give him a hug to make him feel better.”
“Yes, auntie.”  And he put his hand in Yulya’s and let her lead him out of the office.  Mandy looked after them.
“What a darling!  He seems so happy now – so different from when he arrived.”
“I know.  He’s going to be an asset to the firm, Mandy.  You know, I think we can do this thing as soon as we like.  So it’s okay to use your place?”
“Any day you like.”
“Okay.  I’m going to ring her.”  She dialled a number.  “Oh, Sarah?  Hi, it’s Shirley Dearman.  Fine.  How are you?  Look, a friend of mine has had a bit of an emergency.  She’s been called away on business and she needs someone to babysit her baby tomorrow evening.  I wouldn’t ask, but…  You can?  Oh, wonderful!  About six months I think.  Six o’clock all right?  She should be back by ten.  I’ll text you the address.  Yes.  Olivia.  Yes, sweet name.  Listen, thanks a million.  Yes.  Yes.  Yes, very soon.  Bye…bye.”
She put down the phone and burst out laughing.  “She’s going to have the shock of her life!  But I know she’ll play the game.  Olivia’s going to be so happy!”
“Big babies are such fun.”
“Yes.  I haven’t mentioned this yet, but I’m going to organise a big, beautiful baby competition - or maybe just a show – here, very soon.  I hope we’ll have a few more by then, and I think we should open it to allcomers.  There are so many potential babies out there just waiting to be put in nappies.”
“Great idea, Shirley.  If it was a competition, and we offered a decent prize, I bet we’d get loads of entries – not all of them willing, of course.”
“Your right.  That’s a very good point.”
“We could print flyers, and put the name of our supplier on it, so they wouldn’t have any problem finding big babywear.”
“Brilliant, Mandy.  Joan will be so happy.  Free advertising for her.  I’m going to start making plans this very week.”

[Sandra B]

73.
The Scouts woke refreshed the next day.  All except Danny, who, whilst his friends slumbered peacefully, had had a fitful night, and because of his mood had still not been able to relieve his frustration.  He liked to sleep on his stomach, but that had proved impossible. 
“I still say it wasn’t fair,” he grumbled.  “Tonight I want a story all about me, with at least two girls.  This is what’ll happen…”
“Nothing’s gonna happen if you don’t get ready for breakfast,” said Silas.
“You’ll have to do something about that,” grinned Stephen, nodding towards the bulge in Danny’s shorts, “if you want to come to the sweet shop with us, that is…”
“It’s not my fault!  It’ll be okay when I get out in the air.”
“I certainly hope so.  Or our visit to town’s gonna end up in the local paper!”
“Giant sausage discovered in south Devon…”
“Boy grows banana on his body…”
“Zeppelin sighted in Chagford…”
“Shut up, you lot!”
“Anyway, Danny, I owe you an apology,” said Mitch.
“Yeah, you do.”
“If that’s eight centimetres, I’m a foot tall…”
“That’s enough!”

After breakfast, they headed straight into town.  At first they loitered by shop windows, or wandered in and looked around.  But they soon discovered that they – or at least, their new shorts – were attracting quite a lot of unwanted attention.  So they hurried down to the sweet shop.  It was early, and it was just opening.  There were the two girls they remembered from the previous year, and who had recently figured in Mitch’s bedtime story.  The recollection caused them a little confusion and a few blushes, not helped by the stares of the girls themselves.
“Good morning, boys.”
“Good morning.”
“Weren’t you here last year?  You look familiar.  Don't they, Sue?”
“Er, yes, we were…”
“Back at camp?”
“Yes.”
“Well come and have a look around.  We’ve got some new lines, and we do ice-cream now.”
“Oh, really?  Wow.  That looks nice.  Look guys, look at all these flavours…”
“And sprinkles…”
“And sauces…”

They went around the displays methodically, collecting their own favourites.  The assistants had given each of them a bag.  They had exchanged surprised glances when the boys came in, and now they whispered and giggled to each other.  Only Danny really took any notice, doing his best to keep his back turned to them, since the outside air had only partially cooled his ardour.  And when he went to the counter to pay, he stood pressed up against it, to hide his arousal.  Unfortunately, the front of the counter was glass, and the assistant called  Sue “accidentally” dropped a pound coin, as an excuse to kneel down and get a really good look.  She came up wide-eyed.
Then the boys decided they should sample the ice-cream.  They each had double scoops, and were getting ready to leave, when Sue stopped them.  Both she and her friend Alison were reluctant to let their entertainment disappear so soon.
“If you like, you can sit on the bench at the back of the shop and eat them,” suggested Alison.  “You know what?  We’ve got a new sauce just come in.  We haven’t put it our yet.  It’s called, er…summer fruits.  Yes, that’s it, summer fruits.  It’s in the back.  I’ll get it, if you like.  You can have free samples…”
How could they refuse?  Alison hurried out the back, and simply mixed up some strawberry, raspberry and blueberry sauces, and decanted it into a new bottle.  She was a quick thinker, and she hadn’t finished yet.
There they were, all in a line, torn between waiting for the sauce and licking the ice-cream as it was.  Danny was at one end, and Alison started at the other, squirting a liberal quantity of sauce onto each cone.  She arrived at Danny.  He held the cone out in both hands for his squirt of sauce.
Maybe there was something stuck in the nozzle.  At the first squeeze nothing came out.  So Alison had to give it a harder squeeze.  And this time a great spurt of sauce shot out, which coated the balls of ice-cream, but also overflowed down the side of the cone, and landed right in his lap!  He emitted a little cry of dismay.  His hands were covered with sauce, and it was still dripping onto the front of his shorts, and sliding down stickily between his legs.
Fortunately for him, Alison wasted no time apologising.
“Don’t move!  I’ll get a cloth.”
Danny didn’t move.  He couldn’t, really.
She dashed out the back again and emerged a few seconds later with a box of tissues and a packet of baby wipes. 
“Here, I’ll hold that for you,” said Silas, smirking.  And he took the cone out of Danny’s sticky fingers.  The other boys had all stood up now, licking their ice-creams and watching with interest, like an audience waiting for a show to start.  Alison dropped to her knees.  She pulled out a couple of wipes and handed them to Danny.
“Here.  Clean your hands.  I’ll deal with this.”
The assumption must be that the “this” she was referring to was the sticky mess in his lap.  She started by wiping off the worst with tissues, and handing them to Sue. 
“Open your legs…what’s your name?”
“Danny.  It’s all right, really…”
“That’s it.  Now keep still.  I’m so sorry about this, Danny.  Sometimes those bottles do that.”
With deft strokes she scooped up the dribbles of sauce making their way between his thighs, and cleaned the latex and his skin thoroughly with wipes.  Maybe a little too thoroughly, because the attention she was paying to his balls seemed to be having an arousing effect on the sausage-shaped mound pointing towards his left imitation pocket.  Mitch could see it was almost imperceptibly swelling and pushing forward, and at every stroke stiffening a little more.  Surely Alison must be able to see what was happening.  But if she did, she showed no sign.
“Th-thank you, miss.  I-it’s f-fine now.  I can do it…”
“It’s no problem, young man.  Sit still and I’ll have you all sorted out in no time.”
“She will, too…” whispered Silas in Mitch’s ear, without taking his eyes off Danny.
Alison removed most of the sauce with a couple of tissues, and then pulled out three wipes and placed them one on top of the other in her hand.  Danny went as if to get up.
“Thanks.  I can do it now…”
“Sit still, silly.  I’ve got it.”
First, she wiped off the front of his shorts generally.  Then she refreshed the wipes, and a firm, steady stroke up the entire length of his engorged member stifled any further resistance.  Danny gasped loudly, and grabbed the edge of the bench seat.  Sue and the boys watched fascinated.
“Aaahhh…oh…gosh…no…please…”
But Alison was getting into a rhythm now, wiping from the base to the tip in slow, gentle strokes.  After each stroke, it twitched and quivered.  She too was watching his face, his tightly-closed eyes and open mouth.
“Soon be nice and clean, Danny…”
After so many hours of frustration, the boys knew the climax wouldn’t be long coming. It must have been the fifth or sixth stroke did it.  Danny stiffened suddenly, and let out a cry of distress.  Then he was c-umming.  They could see his pen-is pumping furiously under its taut rubber skin, jolting his body at every spasm.  He gripped the bench with white fingers, and pressed his teeth into his lower lip.  Meanwhile Alison simply affected not to notice, continuing to work on him with a smooth, regular motion, until he finally subsided into exhaustion.  Then she smiled.
“There.  See?  I told you I’d make it all better, didn’t I?”
She knelt back on her haunches, a look of satisfaction on her face.  She turned to the boys.
“Where else would you get service like that?”
Fortunately, they declined to reply.  The three spectators now looked in some need of it, however, and they would probably have stayed longer, but now customers were arriving, so Alison and Sue left them to look after Danny why they went back to the counter.  When he had recovered sufficiently, they gathered up their bags and said their goodbyes.
“Come again, boys.  Any time,” said Sue.
“Yes, do,” added Alison.  “And Danny?”
“Yes, miss?”
“Don’t get into that state again, will you?  Come and see us, if you like.  And…oh.  I think I’m still needed.”
The boys were at the door.  She grabbed the wipes and headed towards them.  Danny took a step back.
“No, silly.  Stand still.  Look!”
Dribbles of sperm were oozing from the left leg of his shorts and trickling down his thigh.
“Here.  Take a few of these.  Have a shower when you get back to camp.”
“Oh…thanks.”
“Our pleasure.  Bye bye, boys.”
They all said their goodbyes.  Outside Danny, having wiped his leg, turned to the others with a grin.
“See?  He who laughs last…  Now look at the state of you lot.  Who’s frustrated now?”
“He’s right,” said Mitch, feeling his erection.  Wow.  That Alison.  I would never have expected…”
“Nor me,” added Silas.  “Danny?  You made Mitch’s dream scenario into reality.  So tonight you’re telling the bedtime story!”

[Sandra B]

74.
Later that day Mandy rang her sister.
“Sis?  What are you up to tomorrow evening?  Good.  Can you come over?  I need a mother for a few hours.  I’ll explain…”

So it was that, at five o’clock the next day, Mandy left her sister Carmen in her house with Oliver.  Carmen had had three children of her own, so she didn’t have to act much.  And Oliver was a natural.  Shirley and Mandy had togged him up in the most delightful outfit.  A little baby two-piece of puff-sleeved waist-length top and short loose bloomers in stripy pink cotton with white lace trim.  At least, the bloomers would have been loose, if they had not first pinned him into a thick towelling nappy enclosed in elasticated pink rubber pants.  He had little pink mitts of lace-trimmed vinyl, patent pink Mary Janes and lace-trimmed cotton socks.  They had tied his hair into two bunches and secured them with pink ribbons.  Wherever he went he carried with him a pink cotton dolly and a nice big pink-guarded pacifier.
“Olivia, you look smashing,” enthused Carmen.  I almost want you for my own.  But tonight your friend Sarah is going to babysit you.  I mean, real babysit.  I can’t wait to see her reaction, can you?”
“No, mummy,” said “Olivia” happily.  “Me like Tharah and now me want Tharah to cuddle ‘Livia just like proper baby girlie.”
“Ooh, don’t you worry, darling.  She won’t be able to resist you.  Wait a minute.  This may be her.  Quick.  Into the bedroom and get under the coverlet.  Let’s give her the biggest surprise of her life!”

Sarah was in the habit of dressing up a little for any new client.  Today she had put on a short, low-cut, figure-hugging dress of green brocade, with matching heels.  She really could have been going to a party, or a wedding, instead of just baby-sitting.  The last time she dressed up like this for a baby-sit was for Mitch.  But that was in the hope of influencing him.  This was just a baby, or so she thought.
“Come in.  You must be Sarah.  Hi.  I’m Carmen.”
“Hi Carmen.”
“Thank you for agreeing to help out at the last minute.  It was very kind.  And I must say, I didn’t expect such a glamorous young woman.”
Sarah dropped her eyelids modestly.
“Come into the bedroom.  She’s just having a little nap…  There she is, under the coverlet.”
“Goodness.  How old did you say she was?”
“Let me show you.”  Carmen whipped off the coverlet.  The “baby” sprang into life, jumping up and bouncing on the bed in front of Sarah.  She nearly fell over with surprise.
“Me baby Olivia!  My Sarah comin’ to sit me!”
Sarah, recovering, stared.
“What the…Oliver?  Is that you?”
“No.  Me Olivia!”  He stuck his pacifier in his mouth to prove his credentials.
Sarah started laughing.  “Why…wait a minute.  Is this something to do with Shirley Dearman?”
“Yes!  Me live at auntie Shirley house now.  Me new baby.”
“Aha.  Now I see.”  She winked at Carmen.  “So, Olivia, why don’t you bring dolly and sit on my lap, and I’ll tell you a story about a naughty baby I know?  Then we can have supper, and lots of cuddles.  Does that sound nice?”
“Yes, pleath, Tharah.  Lotth of cuddleth pleath…”
“The changing bag is right here if you need it, darling.  I’ve done my bit.  I’m off.  Good luck.”

Carmen had arranged to leave them together and go home.  Mandy would come about ten to take Oliver back to P & S.  So they had a whole four hours to themselves.  First they sat on the sofa together and had a story, in which a big naughty baby kept playing pranks on his babysitters, till one day one of them sent him off to school in his baby clothes, and all the girls wanted to kiss him and cuddle him, and all the boys laughed at him, and he didn’t care, till one day a girl tickled him so much he wet his nappy and had to be changed in front of the whole class!  Then they had supper, when Sarah was delighted to find that Shirley had thoughtfully provided a big high-chair for Olivia to sit in, and she processed all his food into mush and made him eat it, which he wasn’t very pleased about.  Then he came and sat on her lap again, only this time she cradled him in her arm and fed him warm milk from a bottle, and he watched her with baby eyes the whole time, till she thought her heart was going to melt.  Then she let him lie back with his cheek against her breast, and tried to rock him to sleep.  But he seemed more interested in her breast than in sleep.  His cheek was slightly sticky from supper, and he pressed it against the visible part of her breast, and chortled at the way it kept sticking.  She had a plunge bra on with her low-cut dress, so she was wary in case anything started spilling out.  She told him off a couple of times, but he kept nuzzling it until the very edge of the aureola was peeping out over the brocade.
“Olivia!  Stop it!  I’m not your mummy, and you can’t have my breast!”
“But baby is firsty…”
“Well I don’t have any milk, so it’s pointless.”
“Who does have milk, Tharah?”
“Who?”  She laughed.  “Well there’s a friend of mine, called Alice, who going to have a baby soon.  Her milk is in.”
“What’s it in?”
“No, it’s not in anything.  Well, it’s in her breasts.  It means her breasts are making milk ready for the baby, that’s all.”
“So…what happens to it?”
“I’ll tell you.  It builds up and she has to milk herself, or it gets uncomfortable.”
“Can I have it?”
“No, silly!  Course not.”
“Why not?”
“Because…”
“Can you ask her?”
“No.”
“Pleath…”
Sarah was getting confused.  She knew it was Oliver on her lap, but she knew she had to play along.
“All right.  If I call her, will you be happy then, and stop pestering?”
“Yes.”
She picked up her phone and dialled Alice’s number.
“Alice darling.  It’s Sarah.  Well.  You?  I mean apart from that.  Good.  I’ll tell you.  That Shirley Dearman.  She pranked me.  Asked me to babysit, and here I am now looking after an eleven year old boy…”
“No.  I baby Olivia,” said Oliver, frowning.
“Sorry, baby Olivia, who is demanding to be fed.  From a breast.”  She laughed.  “Interested?”
A long silence while Alice was talking.
“It’s that bad?”
“What does Alith thay?”
“Shh.  Seriously?  You’re joking, aren’t you?  I don’t think…  I appreciate you have all the motherly instincts, and nowhere for them to go, but…  No, it wouldn’t do him any harm, but…  Well, you’ll have to speak to Shirley, I’m afraid.  Look, I’ve got to go.  He’s got my nipple out.  Bye!”
Oliver had succeeded in pushing Sarah’s left nipple over the edge of the brocade, and before she could stop him, had taken it in his mouth.  She gasped, but for some reason she didn’t pull him off.  Strange sensations welled up inside.  So this was what it felt like to be a mother!  She felt dizzy and a little intoxicated.  He’d got her breast right out now, and was holding it in his mitt while he suc-kled.  She looked down at him.  His face was like a baby’s, the eyelids closing in contentment.  She couldn’t bring herself to stop it.  Worse, her other nipple was itching, demanding equal attention.  And some deep primal yearning was filling her consciousness, bringing with it an irresistible pleasure…

He suc-kled for nearly an hour before he fell asleep, by which time Sarah, her head thrown back on the top of the sofa cushion, was in a chaotic state.
“She can have him.  The sooner the better,  They’ll both be happy.  I couldn’t take any more of this, that’s for sure,” she murmured.  “Just wait till I see Shirley.”
When he woke, he looked at her strangely, and she blushed.  But it was nothing.
“Baby wet,” he said, shortly.  “Tharah change baby.”
She adjusted her dress and led him into the bedroom.  She put a plastic sheet on the bed, put on a pair of rubber gloves, and took off his bloomers and his baby pants.  She washed and dried his rubber pants.  The thick nappy was soaked.  There was a fresh one in the bag, but Sarah chose the easy option and selected a pull-up.  She wiped him and applied cream to his bottom, and when she turned him over his willy was sticking up like a little flagpole.
“I thought you were a girl baby?”
He thought for a moment.
“Olivia girl baby.  Oliver boy baby.  Oliver like Tharah’s titties…”
“Why you…  you little fraud!  Just for that you’re not having another nappy.  You’ll go straight back in your rubber pants so everyone can see what you are!  And I’ll rub so much cream into this thing” – and she suited the action to the word – “that it’ll stay like this for hours!”
Oliver smiled triumphantly.
“When does baby Olivia go to see Alith with her milk?”
“Be careful, Olivia, darling.  Or one day soon you’ll find yourself going to school, just like that naughty baby I told you about!”

[Sandra B]

75.
Back in Devon, the boys of Second Beckleyford were struggling to control their natural impulses.  They could cope with the nights.  They slept in their shorts, so it was relatively easy for them, in the safety of their sleeping-bags, to relieve their frustrations as and when they needed to.  And apart from the odd little gasp or moan, no-one else need know.  But the days were getting warmer, and in the heat of the sun the latex became softer, stretchier, and almost caressing.  Then the problems began.  Unruly little members developed minds of their own, puffing themselves up and wandering about at will under the taut rubber.  One or two looked as though they were trying to escape!  Soon they were generating lubricant to ease their movements, and getting themselves all hard and itchy to encourage their owners to handle them, in the hope of relief.  The troop was attracting attention, both in camp and abroad.  Despite the entertainment value, Moira was beginning to think her idea had been a mistake.
“Your boys seem very…excited to be here,” smiled Fiona, her troop-leader friend, as they watched over breakfast one day. 
“Oh, Fiona…  It’s the weather…  I’m sure if it wasn’t so warm they’d be much better behaved.”
“Well, let’s hope it stays sunny, shall we?  I mean, camp’s not much fun in the rain, is it?”
“I feel such a fool…”
“What?  It’s the best thing that ever happened.  I’ve already contacted that supplier you told me about.”
“Really?”
“Of course.  Can’t you see how quiet and modest your boys are this year?  Look at my lot – out of control, as usual.  Now look at yours.  Standing quietly in line, holding their trays in front of them.  They even blush when they speak to the cooks.  And so polite!  No, it was a brilliant idea.”
“It wasn’t even my idea, actually…  But I suppose you’re right…”
“Of course I am.  You know what else?  I’ve written to headquarters asking if they’d vary the dress regulations to permit shorts matched with scarves.  Mine have red and yellow.  Imagine how cute that would look!”

Somewhat reassured, Moira watched her charges finish breakfast and head back to their tents.  Today was orienteering.  She had paired the Scouts up, and each pair had to navigate successfully to find one of a number of hidden items.  They had been given map references and sent off at intervals.  They had to report back by text when they found their objective, and then they could move on to another – which may or may not have already been discovered.  She had made it into a competition, with a prize for the winners.
Mitch was paired with Silas, Stephen with Danny.  Amongst the girls, Penny and Tracey had been paired, and Marcella and Marcia.  Michael, who was not in the boys’ tent but who rather looked up to them, had been paired with Bobby, a little ginger-haired mischief-maker.
After Mitch and Silas had been despatched, they headed in the general direction of their goal, then paused to look at their maps.  Mitch looked at Silas suspiciously.
“Silas?”
“Yes?”
“Did you tell anyone about the sweet-shop episode?”
“Me?”
“Yes, you.”
“Would I do something like that?”
“Absolutely.  That’s why I’m asking you.”  Why are you blushing?”
“I may have mentioned something…”
“Right.  That explains why it’s all round the troop, then.  Not a good idea.”
“Sorry…”
“Okay.  Let’s find this…thing, shall we?”

Meanwhile, Penny and Tracey had got themselves hopelessly lost.
“I hate this stuff,” cried Penny.  “It’s like being in the army, or something…”
“Yeah, that’s right,” replied Tracey.  “Male chauvinist stuff, left over from when they were the Boy Scouts.”
“Hey, Tracey – look!  Who’s that?”
“That’s Bobby an’ Michael.  I know.  Let’s follow them.  They probably know where they’re going.”
“Okay.  Good idea.  Keep low, though.  Don’t want ‘em to see us!”
And the girls crept along a few hundred yards behind the two boys, hiding behind bushes or rocks every now and then, till the boys disappeared over a little mound.  They waited for several minutes, but as they didn’t reappear, they made their may carefully to the mound, and crawled up the side.  They could hear voices below, from a little hollow in the ground.  They pushed their way through some bushes and peeped over.
Bobby and Michael were lying side by side, heads propped on hands.
“Bobby?  That knife…”
“What about it?”
“I’ll give you ten of my vintage badges for it.”
“No way!  It’s worth much more than that!”
“Any ten you like…”
“No.”
“All right.  The whole lot.  The whole lot – twenty-six badges, for one knife.”
“Well, I’ll think about it…”
Pause.
“Do you think that’s true, about the sweet shop?”
“Doubt it.  One of Silas’s fantasies.”
“But they did go there, you know.  They said they were going to.  And David said, when they came back, Danny looked all flushed and happy.”
“Yeah?  Just imagine, if it was true!  We should go there later this week.  Suss it out.”
Penny stifled a giggle.
“What was that?”
“Animal.  Cow probably.  There are enough of them round here.”
“Yeah.  And cow pats.”
Pause.
“But…thinking about it…makes me want to…”
“I know.  These shorts…   I’m stiff half the time.  And at night…”
“Yeah, me too.  I came three times last night.  And look at it again now. ”
“I know.  It’s the rubber.  You come once, and ten minutes later…”
“You’re hard again…”
“Yeah…”
Tracey and Penny couldn’t believe their luck.  They both had their phones out now, recording the exchange.
“I wouldn’t mind…”
“Nor me.  Let’s do it before we head off.  It’ll be nice doing it together…”
“Okay…  Slowly, though.  It’s nicer like that…”
“They’re not going to…” murmured Tracey.
Penny made no reply.  None was needed, because, to their glee, the two boys started massaging the bulges in their shorts, watching each other intently.
“Oh my god, Mike.  It feels so good…”
“Yeah…  Look how big mine is…”
“Look at mine!”
“Mine’s really hard.  And so juicy…”
“Mine too.  Feel it!”
The girls eyes opened even wider.  Michael took his hand off his own member, and tentatively touched his friend’s.  Bobby groaned.
“It’s so hot, Bobby...”
“I know.  Feel the end…how hard it is…”
“Gosh…”
“Ahh…now squeeze it…gently…” 
“No…I’m not doin’ that…”
“Why not?  I’m fed up with jerking myself off…”
“No.”
“Please…  It’s no big deal.  Look, I’ll give you my knife…”
“You’ll give it me?”
“For the badges.”
“Do you swear?”
“I swear.  Here – take it now.”
Mike looked at him, then slowly took the knife from his hand and put it in his back pocket.
“Okay…  But you have to do me, too…”
“Yeah…course.  No problem.”
“Slowly, though.  Let’s make it last…”
And soon they were masturbating each other, and looking each other in the eye as they did so.  They tried to restrain themselves, but they had got themselves into such an overwrought state, there was no way they could maintain self-control.  They worked away steadily for a minute or so, stroking and squeezing, periodically uttering little ecstatic gasps and moans.  Then all of a sudden….
Bobby was the first to crack.  He gave a sort of whimper.  “Oh, shit!  Mike…I’m c-umming!  Don’t stop…please…don’t stop!”  And he grabbed his friend’s shoulder with his free hand.  As he orgasmed, he started kneading Michael furiously, bringing him to an immediate climax. 
They lay there, jerking and moaning and pawing each other until they were both spent.  They had always been close friends, but this was a new departure.  When they finally rolled onto their backs, exhausted but happy and at peace, Penny felt a little wave of affection for them.
“I think they’re in love,” she whispered to Tracey, with a mischievous smile.
“Wow!” Tracey mouthed in return – and added, “keep filming…”
Bobby started giggling.  “What did we just do?”
“Dunno, Bobby…  But it was amazing…”
“If anyone ever found out…”
“Yeah, but they’re not going to.”
“That’s the best one I’ve ever had!”
“Me too.”
Pause.
“I could sleep for a week.”
“Yeah.  Let’s rest for ten minutes, then go on.”
“Do you have any tissues?”
“Side pocket of my rucksack.”
“Okay.  Ten minutes.”

The girls made a silent, strategic retreat.  When they were far enough away, Penny took out her phone. 
“I can’t believe what we just saw,” said Tracey.
“Saw and filmed, Trace!  I can’t wait to watch it all over again.”
“Me too.  I thought it was sort of nice.  They really took care of each other, didn’t they?”
“Yeah.  They must like each other a lot.” 
“So, Penny…  We can’t show this to anyone.  What are we going to do with it?”
“Maybe they’d like a souvenir.  I dunno.  We can think about that later.  But first we better try an’ find one of these things we’re supposed to be looking for, or miss isn’t gonna be very happy.”

[Sandra B]

76.
Mandy came and rescued Sarah just after ten.  Oliver was sitting on the sofa watching television and looking very smug.
“How did it go?”
“Don’t ask.”
“Baby Olivia got to suc-k…”
“Shush, Oliver!  Or I’ll never babysit you again!”
“What did she get to suc-k?”
“Never mind.  I’ll tell you later.”

When Mandy reported to Shirley the next day, she was rather taken aback.  Not only by what had happened, but by the report of the conversation with Alice.
“He’s not as innocent as he looks, is he?”
“Seems not.”
“Hmm.  I’m going to have to keep an eye on him.  There may be a need for some control down the line.  But I’d better ring Alice and see what’s going on.”
She dialled Alice’s number.
“Alice, darling.  How are you?”
“Desperate, darling.  How are you?”
“I’m fine.  Oh, dear.  I’m so sorry.  But you’ve still got your sense of humour, I hear.”
“How so?”
“Sarah told me about her conversation with you yesterday…  You know, about “Baby Olivia” and her demands.”
“I wasn’t joking.”
“What?”
“I wasn’t joking.  I’m fed up with trying to pump milk out of my tits.  They’re leaking all the time.  My shirts and blouses don’t last a few minutes.  Why me?  I don’t know anyone else who’s milk has come in this early.  If Baby Olivia wants to feed, I’d be so relieved…”
“But…he’s a grown boy.  He has teeth.  He used to suc-king lollipops.  And he’ll probably suc-k too hard and make your nipples sore.  And…you know, it may just stimulate more milk production.”
“Shirley – I don’t care.  Nothing could be worse than how it is at present.  Now is he coming to me or do I have to come to you?”
“Okay.  It’s your decision.  I’ll drop him off.  About lunchtime okay?”
“The sooner the better.”
“See you then, darling.”

She made her way to Oliver’s room.  He was still in bed, looking slightly flushed.  Possibly he was remembering last night, thought Shirley.
“Olivia?  Time to get up, sweetie.  You’ve got a big day ahead.  You need to look your best.”
Oliver looked startled.  “Where me goin’, auntie Shirley?”
“Never mind.  Just do as you’re told.”
“But auntie Shirley…?”
After the incident with Sarah, Shirley was no longer convinced of Oliver’s innocence.  “Be quiet and do as I say!  Or you’ll get a smacked bottom.”
She yanked off the bedclothes.  Oliver was wearing nothing but his latex baby pants, stretched taut over his erect member.  She stood back and folded her arms.
“I see.  So that’s your idea of how a sweet little baby girl should behave, is it?”
“I…couldn’t help it, auntie…I…”
“Enough.”
She helped him out of bed – by one ear – led him to the bathroom, turned on the shower – on cold – and pushed him in.  He squealed as the freezing water enveloped his body.
“I’ll be back in ten minutes.  You will still be in here.  That thing” – she pointed to it – “will be back to its normal diminutive dimensions.  And don’t you dare touch that tap!”

She returned to her office, opened a drawer, and took out a small box.
“Yes, this should do. Size A.  No, he’s very small there.  Let’s say AA…”
She took the box and the ECD tool and returned to Oliver’s room.  The cold water had done its job.  She made him stand in the bathroom, whining and shivering and dripping, while she knelt and fitted it on.
“There.  All done.  Now get dried, please, while I find your clothes.”

When Oliver emerged from the bathroom, Shirley was ready with his outfit.  She made him lie of the bed and prepared to put on a thick towelling nappy.  His willy was neatly curled up no bigger than a rosebud in its pink plastic container, like a little shy snail.  She gave it a playful flick with her finger, making him jump.
“You won’t have any more trouble from that for a while.”
After the nappy some very special transparent pink plastic pants, with horizontal ruching and plastic ruffles around the leg openings, and a big yellow plastic flower on the outside of each.
“Do you like them, Oliver?  These are our best show-off baby pants, so you can show them off to everyone you meet.  You’ll like that.  And we have some pretty matching socks in just the same shade of pink, with lacy tops, so everyone will get to see what nice long legs you have for a baby.  And now your shoes – yellow jellies – there.  And now all we need is a top.  And I have just the thing.  It’ll go with your pretty pants and show off your cute little belly-button.”
She produced a short tunic with a tie waist and short sleeves with knotted fringes, and put it on him.
“Now, here are some matching shorts for when you’re a good girl, Olivia, but don’t you think, for the time being, it would be nice if everyone had the chance to admire your lovely pants?”
He looked alarmed, and the slight smirk on Shirley’s face didn’t allay his fears.
“Ready?  Let’s go then, darling.  Auntie Mandy will bring your buggy to reception, and auntie Yulya will take you for a nice outing…”