Good Girl Now (A Short Story)

[newbaby]

Mommy’s Helper:



Yeah! Male, 30 years old stuck in frocks and cannot do a thing about it. Why? How? Where did it happen? Tell me.



I am standing here outside the church wearing a pink and white dress with full knee length skirt and petticoats, matching bouquet, gloves shoes and the crowning glory a little Pillbox hat. The worst item being the bulky nappy wrapped around me that keep my legs from closing, ensuring I did my best baby waddle at ALL times and the plastic pants that insisted on telling everyone with the crackles and rustles of their presence.



Being my Aunties wedding, Mommy asked if I could be a bridesmaid and Aunty immediately agreed. I agreed when asked as I always do, the remotely controlled helper connected inside me always ensures that I agree with Mommy. It has been a long time now since I had a shock from it; I am now a good girl.



I do remember when I was a bad girl though, that was why Mommy had the helper put inside me to begin with. The doctor assured Mommy that the chemicals in my tummy would work the battery for the helper for many years and that only surgery could remove it. I am a good girl.



Surgically implanted the helper and its two electrodes that look for my tummy acids to make a battery for it and allow Mommy to press a button on her remote control and ensure whatever I am doing and wherever I am. I am a good girl. Mummy knows I will always be a good girl.



I am sprinkling rose petals now, the bride is leaving the church, I feel dampness, and my bladder is beginning to leak. Oh no I think as I know the sensor in my botty will know this and tell my bowel it is time to open. Another of the joys of the helper, it helps me keep my tummy clean and I fill my nappy because I am a good girl.



Shamefaced, in tears and smelling awful I stand and still throw my petals in hope that Mommy will fetch me quick. I dare not move until Mommy comes. I throw fewer petals trying to make them last in hope Mommy will arrive and fast. I stay where I am told because I am a good girl.



Mommy arrived and said ‘what a good girl’ pressed a button on her remote control and my prostrate was drained. ‘See my darling’ Mommy said ‘flick of a switch and your sperms are dead’ she pressed number 2 and I pooped again, remote controlled botty. I am a good girl.



Placed on a mat for all to see my nappy was dropped and my things to see

’Thought she was plugged’ said one in the know; ’Oh no’ says Mummy, ‘just little things inside that I control, see, press of a button she does as I say’ and I began to wee-wee. I was being a good girl.



Time for the doctor for you to see, more of a girl you are going to be.

My pen-is he shrunk to almost nothing and a wire he connected from the end to Mommies little helper. Now if I even think of an erection, or even twitch my little pen1s mommy’s helper gives it a shock to tell me a good girl to be.



A few more wires the doctor man said, around your botty we will spread.

Mommy’s helper now waits with a shock for any man trying to enter my virginal derriere.  Keep you tight, no more playing, and no more straying, keep you safe.



With Mommy’s buttons and little helper a good girl you will always stay.



Thick nappies pinned into place and plastic panties singing their song

When Mommy says we’ll show you right from wrong.

Button 1 and my nappy was wet while button two and my botty its payload spent

Button three killed 10 million sperm and ejected them into a nappy wet

Number 4 has me off my feet, a shock so hard in my wee-wee, and number 5 my botty to hell it went. Fire burned me there so hard so fierce. A good girl I knew I would always be.



’Excellent’ said Mommy, ‘my little helper I like, a good girl now I know you will make’.

No more worries of that tiresome w**k, and just think darling, less time on your botty I will spank, no more men for you to worry about. Mommy’s little helper will sort that out; and, with only one baby for Mummy to tend most definitely a good girl I will have in the end.



 I AM a good girl





you are a good girl now.  This is the end.