Note to the reader; This is the third part in a series, the first being A Visit to My Sister’s House, followed by Babysitting For My Sister.
Another Visit to My Sister’s House
“Sis?” I called out as I knocked on the front door and opened it, letting myself in.
“In the nursery, Stacey,” she called from the back of the house.
Setting my keys and purse down, I made my way down the hallway to the open door at the end.
Walking into the brightly lit room, I was taken aback at the scene before me; my nephew Brian was bent over my sister’s lap, his colorful plastic panties around his calves and his thick, soaking wet nighttime diapers pulled back between his legs. A fat rubber nozzle was buried in his back hole, held firmly in place by my sister Julie, and from it, a white hose led up to a red rubber enema bag that looked like it was close to bursting, hanging from a stand.
The effeminate sissy was squirming helplessly on her lap, moaning from the torrent of soapy water flowing steadily into his bowels.
I moved around them to get a better look at him, and Brian glanced up at me, his face blushing deep red with humiliation. Clearly, he was mortified to be seen in this compromising, emasculating position.
He was still wearing his jammies from last night, a fuzzy pink top with a design of Strawberry Shortcake across the bodice and white lace around the short, puffy sleeves. His feet, which kicked aimlessly from time to time, were adorned with white, lacy anklets.
“Um, so what’s going on here?” I asked awkwardly.
My sister smiled pleasantly up at me as she closed the clip shut on the hose, temporarily halting the flow of liquid into her sissy son’s rectum.
“Just giving Brian his usual daily enema,” she said, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
My brow furrowed in frustration and lack of understanding.
“Um, I don’t get it—he gets one of these every day?”
“Yes, I find it’s the best way to ensure he doesn’t have any number 2 accidents in his diapers—I like my little boy to be squeaky clean, inside and out,” she said as he patted his bare bottom affectionately.
“Well...I knew he was wearing diapers for his bedwetting--how often is he wearing diapers now?” I asked incredulously.
“Oh, all the time,” she replied simply.
“All the time? You mean during the daytime too?”
Brian’s cheeks flushed and he looked away anxiously. It was apparent he was deeply ashamed to have this humiliating information revealed to me.
“Yes, well, you see--last week, Brian wet his pants while we were at the mall. I think he just got a little excited and lost control. And then last Tuesday, he had another accident while we were in the car going over to Jane’s place. There have been several times when he wet his trainers at school. And truth be told, there have been other times when I’ve found his pants with a little wetness from time to time...
"So...I’ve decided it’s time to keep him diapered during the day as well for the foreseeable future. I really think he needs them, because he’s wet himself several times since we started doing it and I don’t think he was even aware of it.
“I’m going to take him to the store this afternoon to get him some more diapers and plastic panties...cause my little boy wets a lot—don’t you, babykins?” she said in her cloying, sugary voice as she bent over to speak to him.
I shook my head in dismay.
“If he were my boy—"
“—Yes, I know very well what you would do,” she interrupted me with surprising vehemence, “And I’ll thank you kindly to refrain from spanking Brian ever again.”
I crossed my arms over my chest in defiance.
“-Served the little sissy right for lying to me,” I retorted, “At my house, little boys that lie get paddled.”
My sister sighed as she opened the clip to the enema hose, causing Brian to moan weakly as the water began flowing again.
“Stacey, we’ve had this conversation before—I have different methods in the way I raise Brian. You may not agree with them, but I’m doing what I think is best for him.”
It frustrated me that my sister seemed to encourage Brian’s sissyish behavior but I didn’t want to argue with her about it. He was, after all, her son, not mine.
Looking around the room, I could see that there had been many changes over the last few months. The walls were decorated now in a feminine nursery style, with elephants and lambs playing amongst baby rattles and building blocks. Of course, the pink and white crib that Brian now slept in dominated the room, with its soft, cozy Disney Princess blankets and barred sides that prevented him from getting out during the night. And his diaper changing supplies had only been added to with large stacks of cloth diapers, plastic panties, diaper rash cream and baby powder surrounding the raised, vinyl covered table. I saw that in addition to the other infantile items in the room, Julie had added a toddler style playpen as well.
It looked to me like the little sissy was going through a second babyhood.
Needless to say, Brian’s nursery smelled of lingering, stale pee and there could be no disguising that an incontinent bedwetter lived in this room.
“That’s quite a big enema...can he really take all that in?” I asked, changing the subject.
“Oh yes, it just takes patience. He’ll protest and claim he can’t take any more but in the end, I know he can take all two quarts.”
I watched the squirming sissy as more and more soapy water gurgled into his bottom but to be honest, I really didn’t feel any sympathy for him. He was such a prissy pantywaist that this seemed like just what he deserved.
“Ohhhh,” he moaned weakly as another powerful surge flowed deep into his bowels.
“This is just what my little baby needs,” my sister told him cheerfully, patting him affectionately on his bare bottom, “Mommy’s happy to change your wet diapers but she doesn’t want any messy ones.”
Brian bit his lip in angst, unable to stop another moan escaping from him. Like it or not, this was the price he was being made to pay for his lack of control.
Taking a seat on the edge of his crib mattress, I watched patiently, the emasculating spectacle as Brian was forced to take two full quarts of warm, soapy water, squirming and whimpering helplessly on her lap. Although originally I had been skeptical that he would be able to take so much liquid, to my surprise, I watched as the rubber bag was eventually drained flat and Brian lay bent over, fidgeted uncomfortably, his bowels churning with all that warm, soapy water.
“This also does a good job of draining my little boy of all his naughty juices,” Julie explained, “I’ve read that they tend to build up for boys that wear chastity devices.”
This, at least, was one change that I was in complete agreement with her on. I could think of no one more deserving of permanent chastity than her sissy son Brian. After enduring years of his lustful stares at my body, I was immensely pleased to see his tiny genitals locked up for good. To be sure, he would not be experiencing an erection at my expense any time soon.
Carefully and slowly, my sister pulled the long, fat rubber nozzle out of Brian’s pouting bottom. I was surprised at the size of it, and I had to imagine it must have taken a bit of effort to get it inside him.
“Okay babykins,” she told him as she helped him up, using her new pet name for him, “you go release that and I’ll get your daytime diapers ready for you.”
Brian limped off to the bathroom, his cheeks blazing with shame, and I watched as Julie dumped his heavy wet diapers in the pail and began preparing another set. Taking three of the fluffy cotton rectangles, she arranged them on the changing table and placed a soaker pad between each layer. This made for a very thick, babyish diaper for the young teenager and I watched as she silently debated which set of prissy plastic panties would go over them. Finally, she decided on a pink satin pair of rumba panties, lined with practical waterproof vinyl and having three dainty rows of white ruffles across the bottom.
“How long do you think Brian will have to wear diapers during the day?” I asked her.
“Oh, probably not too long...maybe six months or a year. I think it’s just a phase he’s going through,” she replied, obviously unconcerned, “It really is for his own good.”
This seemed to be her original explanation for putting him in diapers at night time but I didn't point that out to her.
“Has his bedwetting improved at all?” I asked out of idle curiosity.
“Oh no, in fact, I can’t even remember the last time Brian had a dry night,” she replied, “He’s really becoming more and more like a toddler all the time,” she added with a smile.
“No argument here,” I quipped.
I knew it was pointless to argue with my sister about discipline methods so I steered the conversation to safer grounds.
“So what have you got planned for this morning?”
“Brian is hosting a tea party for some of the neighborhood girls, and I thought it was best if he started socializing with people who were less...um...judgmental of him.”
“A tea party?” I asked, not sure what to make of her announcement. Personally, it sounded about as sissy an activity as was possible.
“Yes,” Julie said absentmindedly as she was sifting through a collection of babyish dresses in the closet, “his other friends seemed to have abandoned him for some reason.”
Gosh, I can’t imagine why, I thought to myself but I kept my sarcasm silent.
She finally pulled out a pink and white baby dress with delicate touches of lemon yellow. It had a very short, but wide hem with a built-in petticoat that flared it out away from the high waist.
By now, the subject of our discussions had returned and he kept his gaze averted shyly downward as he silently entered the room.
“Ready for your diapers, baby?” Julie asked solicitously.
Brian nodded silently, too embarrassed to actually respond.
Taking his hand, my sister gently led him over to the changing table and set him down on the thick stack of fluffy diapers.
“That’s my good boy,” she commended him as she grasped his ankles together and raised them over his head. Brian couldn’t look me in the eye as my sister lovingly smeared diaper rash cream across his bare bottom, making sure it was coated with a nice, sticky white layer before gently lowering his legs and applying baby powder over his chastity device and front area. Pulling the thick front of his diapers up between his thighs, she pinned the sides together with pink duckie pins. Standing him up, she had him step into the pink satin rumba panties and she slowly pulled them up his skinny legs, fitting them up and over his fat diapers as he whimpered softly with embarrassment.
Removing his Strawberry Shortcake top, she replaced it with the toddler-style dress she had chosen earlier, turning him around to face me as she did up the small buttons in the back. Brian flashed a furtive glance at me before averting his gaze-he knew that I thought of him as nothing more than a childish, bedwetting sissy.
Fitting a pair of glossy pink Mary Janes on his feet, Julie pulled his longish blonde hair into two pigtails, securing them with some matching pink satin bows.
Standing him before a full-length mirror, Julie patted his fat, diapered bottom proudly as they gazed at his babyish reflection together. With his dress barely coming down past the waistband of his shiny rumba panties, it left his bulging, humiliating diapers fully exposed.
“Don’t you look just precious?” she cooed.
Brian was blushing furiously but I could tell that deep down, he too, secretly liked what he saw.
“You’ll always be my little baby,” Julie said lovingly as she hugged him close.
Just then, the doorbell rang, and Julie took Brian’s hand, leading him out of the nursery. I followed them and watched as they greeted a pair of young girls. They looked about nine or ten to me, and I reflected that they were certainly dressed more maturely than 13 year-old Brian. Nevertheless, they greeted him excitedly and the three went into the living room where a low table with a tea set had been arranged. After making sure everyone was settled, Julie left them to their fun and we retired to the dining room to catch up on our own interests.
A couple hours passed with giggles and childish laughter coming from the other room and after a while, Julie decided to check on Brian. Walking into the living room, we saw one of the young girls combing the sissy’s hair into a girlish style. Julie bent down behind him, lifting the back of his frilly dress and silently slipping her hand past the waistband of his satin baby panties.
“Wet again,” she sighed, “Oh well, let’s feed you your lunch and then I’ll change your diapers.”
The other girls giggled as she took Brian into the dining room, sitting him in an over-sized high chair. Taking a safety strap, Julie secured it around his waist, effectively trapping the pantywaist in the chair but it also served to lift the lower part of his dress, fully exposing his shiny satin rumbas.
The other girls came in and lent a helping hand, tying his plastic bib around his neck and spooning out baby food into a multi portion plate. Standing on a kitchen stool, they took great delight in taking their part with the sissy, eagerly feeding him with typical child-like patience, hastily thrusting spoon after spoon of bland slop into his mouth where much of it spilled down on his chin and bib. They giggled at his babyish appearance and helped him drain a bottle of warm milk.
Finally, with lunch finished, Julie wiped off his messy face and let him out of his high chair. His diapers were visibly sagging now, showing just how much the budding teenager had soaked them. With Julie taking the lead, everyone filed into Brian’s nursery where the red-faced sissy found his sopping wet diapers being pulled down and his tiny, caged genitals revealed to all.
“What is that?” one of the curious young girls naturally asked as she giggled at Brian’s exposure.
“That’s Brian’s chastity device,” Julie explained, “It’s there to make sure he can’t get any big-boy erections.”
Everyone laughed as Brian blushed hotly with shame.
Soon, the red-faced sissy was on his back again, his Mary Jane-clad feet being held over his head as Julie first cleaned his bottom, then coated it with Desitin. Baby powder came next, surrounding the little pansy in a cloud of infantile scent. He kicked his sissy feet as Julie drew up his thick, fluffy diapers and pinned them around his soft, slim hips.
“Let’s see,” she mused as she sifted through a tall stack of plastic panties, “which naptime panties should we pick for mommy’s little baby?”
Although Brian’s sissyish nature had enjoyed the tea party with the neighbor girls, it was clear that he was deeply ashamed to be getting his soaking wet diapers changed in front of them. He squirmed in humiliated silence as Julie pulled a pair of white nursery print waterproof panties up his smooth, hairless legs, working them over his fat diapers until all the bunny soft cotton was finally contained inside.
“Okay babykins—say goodbye to your little friends, it’s naptime,” Julie announced.
Brian blushed sheepishly as the girls giggled at his childish predicament. They watched as he was led into his crib and tucked in, his pacifier pushed into his quivering mouth and his teddy bear tucked under his arm.
The lights were turned off and the bedwetting pantywaist was left with his Cinderella nightlight and the mobile above his head playing a babyish lullaby to help him to drift off to sleep. Indeed, it was just a typical afternoon in the day of this diaper-dependent sissy.
THE END
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