A normal day with Jessie

[Ahiru]

Jessie awoke to soaked, messy diapers.  Sunlight was filtering through the blinds at his window.  Only his jingling bells and crackling diaper was keeping him company.  Jessie let out a groan knowing that Mummy would hear it through the baby monitor.  Sure enough she was in here pulling the bars down and unstrapping him from his cot.

“Good morning Mummy’s little girl, did we have a good sleep?  Yes we did, who’s a cute little girl?  I bet you’re hungry for some formula.”  Mummy always prattled on like this.  Jessie had to struggle to remember what a normal conversation was like for him.  Mummy gave him his morning bath and then quickly put him into fresh diapers and pink plastic panties.  She didn’t want him to have an accident in the bath.

While she was diapering him he looked down to see the chastity belt that had been fastened to his crotch.  His little diddle was in a metal tube.  It was comfortable enough but if he got stimulated boy would it hurt.  The chastity belt was never taken off and he was constantly in a state of arousal.  It drove him mad and there were several times he earned a spanking from trying to remove it.  Mummy said little boys didn’t deserve to have grown up fun.

Mummy then put his pink rhumba panties on and some pink shorty dungarees.  His diapers could be seen through the leg holes and through the hole on his hip.  Today was kindy day so Mummy was dressing him sensibly for it.  The bib of the dungarees had cute bunny rabbits all over it the message “I wuv my Mummy”.  Mummy sat Jessie up so his feet were dangling over the edge of the changing table and put pastel pink ankle socks onto his feet.  They had cute lace and bows around the top.  She then picked out his patent pink mary janes and strapped them onto his feet.  Jessie no longer needed the mittens.  It had been six months since that first fateful day, but it was still very fresh in his mind.

Mummy brushed his golden curls.  She had allowed his hair to grow enough to be put in short mismatched pigtails and she also had it permed.  She clipped plastic bows onto each pigtail.  She then strapped his patent pink baby reins over his chest and snapped his dummy onto them and pushed it back into his mouth.  With his leash connected he waddled his way to the kitchen.

Mummy lifted him up and strapped him into his high chair.  It always amazed Jessie how she could just pick him up like that.  She gave him the first bottle of formula and he started suc-king it straight away.  Jessie hated that formula with a passion.  He always went through the day feeling over full but never satisfied.  He watched Mummy eat her bacon and eggs.  He then downed his second bottle and his Mummy burped him.  She carried him to the living room where she put him into his play pen to watch Barney while she got ready for work.  Jessie had got to the point where he liked watching Barney as it was his only chance to watch “normal” stuff.

“Right Jessie, time to go” Mummy said.  She carried him to his stroller and strapped him into it well and good.  She then locked the door and started walking down the path towards kindergarten.  People stared at the big sissy as they walked past and all Jessie could do was get relief from his dummy.

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Mummy walked Jessie through the doors of Baby Inc.  The receptionist came out from behind her desk and knelt down to give Jessie a kiss.



“You’re such a cute widdle girl, yes you are!  Yes you are!”  She then turned to Mummy and said, “All the staff here are wondering if you will be entering Jessie in the annual Prissy Sissy Pageant, we all think she has a good chance of winning!”



Mummy replied, “I was thinking about entering her but I wasn’t sure where I was supposed to register”



“Oh we can take care of all that for you, the information can be sent to you in the mail once it is all done”



Jessie sat there suc-king his dummy and wetting his diapers (again) waiting for Mummy to hurry up and finish.  He hated sitting here; the front waiting area had large windows so people on the street could look in and see him.  Finally she did start moving him again.  Through the double doors they went to a large room.  The room was pastel pink with teddy bear pictures all over the walls.  Large white wooden cots lined the walls and three changing stations were built into the wall at the end.  There were already seven overgrown baby girls crawling on the floor playing with dolls, balls and rattles, each one looked more ridiculous than the last.  Jessie was unstrapped from his stroller and placed on the floor next to a baby in a pink satin romper suit.  Jessie knew this baby as Lana, and Lana’s’ diaper was already stinking of poopies.  Jessie’s lead was taken off his baby reins and a rattle was placed in his hand, he started listlessly shaking the rattle knowing that he would be punished if he didn’t.  Mummy was whispering to one of the teachers before she left for work, Jessie had no idea what she was saying; all he could do was hope it wasn’t a bad thing.



After about half an hour of shaking that damn rattle Jessie started seriously losing interest.  Every now and then he would stop shaking it and started looking down at his diapers, thinking about his diddle and how nice it would be to give it some relief.  Jessie looked around to see where the grown ups were.  One of them was talking with another mother who was bringing Baby Caroline in for the day.  Another was by the sink preparing baby bottles for the day.  He couldn’t see the third; he could only guess she was out of the room.  He felt he was safe and slipped his hand through the side of his dungarees and down into his diaper.  



He sat there rattling every now and then with one hand, and desperately pulling on his chastity belt with the other hand.  Suddenly he jumped as he heard the third nanny yell out “Baby Jessie!  You bad bad bad girl!  That’s naughty!”  Suddenly he was yanked up towards a chair in a corner of the room.  She undid the snaps between his legs and pulled his dungarees up over his chest.  She yanked down his plastic panties and pulled him over her knees.  By now he was lisping desperately.



“I be good nanny, I pwomith I be good, pleath nanny no, I be good girl.”



Alas his cries fell on deaf ears as nanny unpinned his diapers and pulled them between his legs exposing his milky white baby soft cheeks.  She lifted the paddle off the wall and started paddling Jessie’s bottom at a strong steady pace.  He kicked his feet desperately as he cried and babbled at the top of his lungs begging nanny to stop.  After a while his babbles turned into unintelligible screams, and then started easing down to whimpers and sobs until finally he had lost all energy to fight and just lay there shaking with each smack.  It was then that nanny stopped.  She carried him over to a changing station and re-pinned his wet diapers on him.  She pulled up his crackling plastic panties reinforcing his state and refastened his dungarees.  She then took him over to the only bare corner in the room and instructed him to stand there with his nose touching the corner.  He wasn’t to move or touch his bottom.  If he did he would find himself back over nanny’s lap.  Jessie didn’t know why he always tried, he was starting to struggle with the idea that relief was worth the consequences.



After what seemed an eternity Jessie was taken back to the changing table.  His now sopping diapers were changed for clean soft ones.  He was then given a large bottle for his morning feed and sat on the floor with the other babies.  They all looked at him past his bottle sympathising with him.  Three quarters of the way through his bottle Jessie was struggling to finish it, he always did.  In between suc-ks he would look up and see the nannies pulling out all the babies’ strollers.  When he had finished his bottle a nanny picked him up, burped him and strapped him into his stroller.  They were going to go for their morning walkies, Jessie hated morning walkies.

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All the babies were one by one strapped into their strollers except for Baby Lana who was put into a pram, Lana was a little younger than the others.  Some of the babies were unlucky enough to have mittens, and others wore jingling baby reins underneath the five point straps that held them into their strollers.  Jessie always hated his patent pink baby reins but there was nothing he could do about it.  Assistants turned up to help push the additional strollers and the babies were all pushed out the front door in a line.



Jessie could sense everyone staring at them as they were pushed down the street.  He knew they were headed to the park as they took the same route every day, babies need routine.  At the park the babies could see childeren running around on playgrounds, older kids would be chasing each other across the grass, the park seemed to come to a stand still as the babies entered and a couple of children followed them to the centre of the park.  Lana was left in her pram next to the bench so her nurse could keep an eye on her and the rest of the babies were taken out of their strollers and placed on a blanket on the grass.  The babies wearing baby reins would be tethered to nearby posts to ensure they didn't go wandering off and get themselves into trouble.  They couldn't get far anyway considering their diapers were so thick they could barely balence enough to stay on their feet.  It was easier for them to crawl everywhere.  Onlookers watched in awe as a group of overgrown babies crawled round the blanket with their diapered behinds waving in the air.  All Jessie could hear was his diapers crackling and his reins jingling.  He didn't even notice that more pee was dripping into his already damp diapers.



The babies would sit there for an hour playing with various toys and rattles, that the nurses would take with them, until 12 O'clock when the nurses would produce more bottles of formula for the babies lunches.  Jessie was still a little full from the last bottle he had drunken so he spent a few minutes looking at it before bringing it to his mouth.  He hated that formula, he hated the taste.  He finished it only to hear a nurse say to a lady "I'm terribly sorry you lost your daughter at such a young age, I'm sure one of the babies would love it if you hand fed them."  With that the nurse unclipped Jessie from the post he was tethered to and handed him to the lady who was sitting on the bench next to her.  The lady held Jessie in her arms like he would a new born and pushed the nipple of a new bottle through his protesting lips.  



"Pweath Nanny me no wanta more!"



Tears streamed down Jessies face as he felt his tummy getting more and more full.  The lady held him there firmly and tipped the bottle up more as he wavered forcing him to take in more formula until finally the bottle was finished.  She then burped him, placed him back on the blanket and re-tethered him to the post.  Jessie sobbed in pain as he clutched his tummy, his diaper got an even bigger wetting as he rocked back and forth.  



Once she had finished talking with the lady his nurse checked his diaper realising he needed a change.  She lifted up his ankles with one hand,slid a plastic changing mat under him and undid the snaps between his legs and pulled the legs of his dungarees up above his diapers.  Jessie had no idea how all these grown ups could have the strength to lift his bottom up like he was a real baby.  He had no idea how much of a little boy he had been to begin with.  She pulled off the plastic panties and sopping wet diapers placing them in a plastic bag and putting them in the diaper bag next to him.  She then cleaned him  up with baby wipes and smeared diaper rash creme over his bottom.  She slid three fresh diapers under his bottom and sprinkled him with talc-um powder before pulling the ends up and pinning his diapers closed.  Jessie heard a loud crackling noise as the nurse shook open a new pair of plastic panties open and then pulled them up his skinny legs and over his thick bulky diapers.  She then pulled his dungaree legs back down and clicked the snaps together one by one.



"Right, your done"  the nurse said as she gave him a light smack on his plump bottom.



The babies sat there for another 30 minutes or so before they were put back in their strollers to go back to the nursery.  Jessie could only guess how long he'd been in the park, he'd lost almost all concept of time.  The babies yawned in their strollers as they were  pushed back down the street.  Jessie hated how he always became tired and cranky at this time of day.  It was one of those awful things that his Mummy had done to him.  It was 1:30 pm when Jessie was placed on the plastic mattress of his crib and his baby reins were clipped down to the crip frame.  A light baby blanket was laid over him and the side pulled up.  The nurse then turned on a glow in the dark mobile and pushed his dummy into his mouth.  All the other babies were secured in their cribs when the nurses turned off the lights and left the room.  Jessie had no idea what the nurses did in the time he napped but then babies aren't to know now are they?

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Baby Jessie woke up almost exactly one hour later. This is fairly typical after months of being put down for an afternoon nap at exactly the same time. He looked up to see one of the nurses peering over the top of the cot checking his now sodden diapers. The nurse picked him up and carried him over to one of the changing stations where she pulled off his wet plastic panties and soaked diapers. They fell into the nearby diaper pail with a loud splotch. She then cleaned up his diaper area with wipes and then spread a thick coating of diaper rash crème over his skin. She slid clean diapers under his bottom and sprinkled talc-um powder over. Jessie knew she was being extra vigilant as Mummy would be coming any minute to pick him up and take him home.

The nurse then refastened his dungarees and secured him in his stroller. She was pushing his dummy into his mouth as his Mummy came through the door.

“Oh there’s my sweet little girl! Where you a good girl for your nannies? How could anything so cute not be?” She said in her babbling voice giving Jessie wet slobbery kisses.

The nurse who had just finished rediapering him spoke up saying “I’m afraid we did have to punish her once for playing with her naughty area, but once she got a swift spanking she was good as gold for the rest of the day.”

“Hmm she seems to be doing that quite often now isn’t she?”

“I’m afraid so. Have a chat to her paediatrician about options to stop her from doing this as we don’t want her to be over our laps all day now do we?”

“Thank you, I’ll schedule an appointment with Dr Schultz on the way out.”

Mummy then took hold of the stroller and pushed Jessie out of the door and into the reception room. The sun was still bright in the sky. They stopped at the desk and Jessie listened to Mummy talk to the receptionist.

“Yes we have an appointment available tomorrow at 2:30 pm right when you come to pick her up from day care. I am sure Dr Shultz will be able to help you. Oh and I organised Jessie’s Prissy Sissy Pageant entry, I sent an information pack in the mail for you. Please be certain to read it and start your preparations immediately. The standards for the pageant are getting higher and higher each year.”

“Thank you, see you tomorrow!”

Jessie was then pushed out into the street as Mummy started heading home. People would stop to stair as usual and all Jessie could do was su-k on his dummy and hold onto the front of his stroller. Sitting in his stroller his legs dangled out of the front. His diapers were so thick it felt like he was sitting on top of a tall stiff cushion and not in the seat of his stroller. As his legs moved the diapers crinkled and crackled steadily becoming more and more wet with each step his Mummy took. Drool spilled out of his mouth and down his chin and he wiped it off in between suc-ks with his wrist.

After a short while he finally saw the house. Mummy wheeled the stroller up the driveway and up to the front door. Unlocking it she pushed the stroller into the house. She undid the five point straps holding Jessie into his stroller. She then unclipped his reins from the seat and lifted him out. Clipping his leash onto his baby reins she pulled the loop over her wrist and took a firm hold of his hand instructing him to come to the living room. Walking was slow and he hand to grip Mummy’s hand tightly so he wouldn’t fall over. He did once and he fell hard on his thickly padded bottom. Mummy let go of his hand so she could watch him stand up again. He moved forward into a crawling position on his hands and knees. Using his hands to balance he got on one foot and then the other with his crinkly bottom high in the air. He dragged his hands towards him carefully standing up with his feet bow legged and wobbly. Satisfied he was ready Mummy took hold of his hand and walked him the rest of the way. She then lifted him into his playpen and handed him the rattle that was sitting in there.

Mummy then turned on Barney and handed Jessie his afternoon bottle. Jessie starts su-king down the bottle as Barney starts singing one of his ridiculous songs about pretending and Mummy left the room.

Half an hour later Jessie had finished his bottle and was feeling quite full. Mummy was doing something, Jessie had no idea what, when a knock came at the door. It turned out it was Mummy’s best friend Aunt Silvia.

“Silvia! So nice of you to come around! Please come in, I’ll make you a cuppa.”

“Well when you called me I simply couldn’t resist coming round to talk about new pretty dresses for pretty little Jessie!”

The two women sat down at the table with their cups of coffee and talked about the pageant and other things while Jessie continued to watch Barney. Suddenly Jessie heard a loud farting noise as he started pooping his diapers. It was a wet yucky mess considering he only ever drinks formula. He smelled really bad and started wailing at the top of his lungs, his dummy fell from his mouth and dangled from the end of his baby reins. Mummy came in quickly and checked his diaper to find it a sodden filthy mess.

“Aww my pretty little girl did poopies in her diapers did she? Well we better go change them.”

Mummy picked him up out of his play pen and took him to his nursery where his changing table and clean diapers were. Her friend Aunt Silvia was standing next to her and pushed the dummy back into his mouth as Mummy started the nasty process of removing his diapers and changing him. Before long he was in clean diapers but he was still crying as he always hated messing his diapers.

Before Mummy redressed him she stood him up on the changing table in nothing but his diapers so Aunt Silvia could measure him. Aunt Silvia always made all of Jessie’s clothes. She had a lot of old fashioned patterns and learned a long time ago how to enlarge them to fit an overgrown baby.

“His bottom seems a lot bigger than when I last measured him.”

“Yes the nurses at the day care recommended new diapers with extra soakers sewn in as she is wetting a lot more thoroughly now that she has settled into a regular routine.”

Once Aunt Silvia had finished measuring him they redressed him and took him back downstairs. He finished watching Barney as Mummy and Aunt Silvia finished their coffees and talked about grown up stuff.

After an hour or so it was 4:00 pm and Aunt Silvia had to go. Once Mummy had seen her off and put the dirty cups in the dishwasher she started cooking her tea. At 4:30 Mummy turned off the TV and carried Jessie to his high chair in the dining room. Mummy carried her plate with mashed potatoes, minted peas and apricot chicken into the dining room. She also had a class of red wine to eat with her tea. She handed Jessie the first of his two bottles and he suc-kled it down as she ate her tea. Tea time went similarly to breakfast time. Once Jessie had finished his two bottles Mummy clicked the leash onto his baby reins and lead him up the hallway to the nursery. She lifted him onto the changing table and stripped him down to his diapers. She pulled a strap over his chest and tightened it so she could go into the bathroom and run his night time bath. She then pulled his diapers off and carried him into the bathroom where she settled him down in the tub. There was only a few inches of water for him to sit in, any more would be irresponsible as Mummy didn’t want him to drown. Picking up the flannel she lathered some soap into it and scrubbed Jessie down until he was glowing pink. She then squirted some shampoo into his hair and scrubbed it in. She then rinsed it off and Jessie cried as some of the suds got into his eyes. Mummy pulled him out of the tub, wrapped him in a large pink towel and carried him back to the nursery. She placed him in his night time diapers (four instead of three) and pulled his plastic pants over the bulk. She pulled out a pink flannelette footed sleeper and pulled it up over his diapers threading his arms into the sleeves. This sleeper had no mittens as Mummy knew he wouldn’t escape. It depressed Jessie that this was true. She zipped up the front of the sleeper and then pushed him back down onto the changing table. The diaper area of the sleeper was plastic lined and she struggled to click the domes together in between his legs. His reins were then pulled over his chest and buckled down firmly, the bells jingled as Mummy pulled on each of the buckles to check them. Jessie crawled over to his cot and Mummy lifted him up onto the plastic protective cover. She clicked each of the straps onto the back of his baby reins and tightened them down so he was stuck on his back. She laid a baby blanket over him and gave him a bottle to drink before he fell asleep. Jessie knew if he didn’t drink it he would be punished. He was still full from his earlier bottles and his tummy bulged as he lay there on the plastic. Looking up at the curtained windows light was still filtering through the gaps. It was 7 pm, the time he always went to bed. He fell asleep straight away knowing he would wake up tomorrow to another day just like today.

Life as a baby girl is mundane. Mummy and her friends all seem to adhere to the old standards of baby care that a baby needs stability, structure, discipline and a regular schedule. Deviations from the schedule were often carefully planned and few and far between. Jessie could only look forward to a lifetime of going to bed at seven wondering what Mummy does at night when he sleeps. Sleep filled with dreams of being a big boy but was always tainted by the thick diapers wrapped around his hips.

The End