The further adventures of Baby Bobby by Baby Bobby

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The further adventures of Baby Bobby-the strict Nanny

Author: Baby Bobby, May/3/2004 18:55:53 [-04]



Note: this is the third installment of my Baby Bobby series. In this one, our hero has matured, at least, a little...well...somewhat anyway. I'll let you be the judge.







I strode into the nursery at 10 am, the same time as usual to wake up Bobby. He was my employer's son, who, because of his sissy nature and inability to keep his bed or pants dry, was kept dressed as a diapered little girl. I was his nanny.

My name is Tiffany Johnson and I guess I was meant for this job. As a teenager, I loved to tease and dominate the guys who wanted badly to see what was under my tight, short tops and skirts. I developed early in my youth, quickly moving into a D cup before I was sixteen which hardly went unnoticed by the opposite sex. In addition, I quickly grew in stature from 5'7'' to 6'0' by the time I was a senior in high school. I noticed a certain attention from the sissy boys in high school. I think they wanted me to be their mommy but they soon found out that this mommy had a very strong spanking arm.

But I digress...

Bobby's nursery was a room much like any other diapered toddler's, with nursery print wallpaper covering the walls except for one side, which was kept mirrored. This was so the effeminate sissy would always be reminded of his toddler status. Elsewhere, there was a large crib, a dresser (painted in pink with bunny stencils), a playpen, and of course a pink plastic covered changing pad with stacks of thick diapers and powder alongside. On the wall over the dresser hung a stout wooden paddle, always ready for use.



As usual, upon entering, I was greeted with the usual smells of stale diapers, baby powder and plastic that forever permeated his room. I had become accustomed to it however, and I ignored it as I walked over to Bobby's crib. He was still asleep, and his big plastic pantied bottom stuck up exposed from the covers. Looking down, I could plainly see the saturated cloth within his baby pants and I knew without checking that he was soaked. His pacifier, which was actually the last three inches of a dil-do with a plastic guard and ring, had fallen out of his mouth and was lying next to him.

Lowering the crib bars, I slapped his diapered butt.

"Wake up Bobby," I told him abruptly.

He rolled over sleepily as I pushed the dil-do pacifier back into his mouth.

"Come on Baby, time for you to get up," I said as I pulled him by his wrist out of the crib. His big wet diaper sagged beneath the hem of his babydoll nighty and I guided him to the only chair in the room over which a bulging and glistening red rubber bag hung from the ceiling. At the end of it's long white tube was a thick dil-do nozzle which lay in a jar of nursery vasoline, waiting for it's victim.

Wordlessly, I pulled his clinging pink plastic panties down to his ankles and then lay him over my lap where he dangled helplessly.

I administer these enemas with two purposes in mind-the first is to give him a thorough and complete cleansing, which I accomplish by flushing his bowels with a full quart and a half of hot, soapy water. The second goal is to humiliate him and I do this at every possible opportunity.

This morning was no exception as I pulled back the thick, wet center of his diapers between his legs. As I do every morning, I rubbed Bobby's anus with the greased tip of his dil-do nozzle, teasing him with it. Meakly and obediently, he spead his legs to accept the fat rubber phallus as I pushed gently, but firmly against his rosebud. With a moan that sounded like it came from a little girl instead of the twenty year old young man that he was, the dil-do nozzle slid in, past his sphincter, where I eased it in until it stopped. I allowed Bobby a moment to catch his breath and then I pulled it back out, just far enough that the head of the faux coc-k remained firmly inside his butthole. After a couple seconds, I pushed it back in, while the little sissy squealed helplessly. I continued this pumping motion for about a minute to give him a chance to get used to the thick dil-do because today I had other plans for Bobby.

Unknown to my hapless sissy, I had purchased an extra large dil-do nozzle over the internet which truly dwarfed his existing nozzle. Truth be known, I wasn't even sure it would fit inside him but I was eager to try. This one was wide enough that I couldn't span its circ-umference without using both hands.

While I kept his usual nozzle buried in his ass, I dipped the other one, which was attached to the enema bag, into the nursery jelly, coating its massive rubber head with a thick layer of vasoline. After removing the nozzle inside him, I positioned the new one at the opening of his well prepared anus.

"Spread your legs Sissy, Nanny's got a new enema nozzle for you to try out. You might find this one a little bigger than you're used to," I chuckled to myself.

As Bobby squirmed over my lap, I pulled his rosebud apart as I pushed slowly on the dil-do. The big baby quickly realized that this was no ordinary dil-do and he squealed in panic, his legs flinching nervously.

"Hold still Bobby, 'cause your going to get this whether you like it or not," I told him as I pushed determinedly against his pouting bottom.

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The further adventures of Baby Bobby-the strict Nanny, pt2

Author: Baby Bobby, Dec/10/2003 11:25:57 [-04]



"Spread your legs wider," I said sternly..."wider!"

"No Nanny!" he cried, "it's too big!"

"Do I need to get the paddle?" I asked him as he fidgeted over my lap.

"No Nanny-but it's too big!" he quailed periously.

"I'll be the judge as to whether it's too big...now relax your butt muscles and spread your legs wider before I really give you something to squirm about!"

He whimpered in despair as I gave it one last hard push. Amazingly, I saw the big fat head slide slowly inside him which caused him to moan loudly. I twirled it a bit and then slowly, eased it in further until it bottomed out inside him. By now, Bobby was breathing heavily and I could see that his rosebud was stretched to the limit.

"That's a good little boy," I commended him, "that's just what every big sissy needs."

"And now," I said brightly, "it's time for a warm, soapy enema!"

Bobby flinched as I opened the clip to start the flow and I watched him whimpering as the first surge gurgled into his rectum. I watched him clench his butt muscles but his efforts did nothing to prevent the flow from filling him up. The big fat dil-do in his bottom kept him wedged wide open, and he was helpless to do anything other than take the enema at my pace.

After a minute or so, I snapped the clip shut and allowed him to catch his breath. This also allowed the water to flow deeper into his bowels, making room for more soapy water that was soon to follow.

"Looks like your bottom's still pink from last night's little tantrum," I commented, referring to the scene he'd made when his wife/mommy had decided to make him go to bed for the 14th night in row without an orgasm. Bobby had throw a fit when, instead of being allowed to play with himself in his diapers, she'd simply smacked him on his bare fanny with the paddle and told him to go to bed. The poor sissy had had all he could take when he saw her dressing in her sexy lingerie for a dinner date with her boyfriend John, instead of allowing him to make his pathetic splish-spash in his diapers. When he began shouting and carrying on like the overgrown toddler that he looked like, she pulled his diapers down and really let him have it with the paddle. Within minutes, she'd reduced him to a blubbering wreck after which I had helped to repin his diapers up over his bright red bottom.

"It's not fair," he whined in a little voice.

"Oh, I think it's entirely fair. You can't seem to act like an adult so Dixie has to go elsewhere to find one," I told him.

I undid the clip and watched Bobby moan from the fresh surge of soapy water. Any reply he may have wanted to make was left unsaid as he gasped from the growing pressure inside. I let it continue to flow for a minute or so and then I snapped the clip shut again.

"Anyway, your mommy knows best. If she says you're not ready to c-um, then I guess you're not ready. You see, when you started acting like a baby, it became necessary for other people to make decisions for you. That's just the price you pay for being a big sissy-baby," I explained patiently.

After a moment, I released the last of the enema bag's contents into Bobby's bottom, waiting until I heard the distinctive sound of the last bit of suds going through the hose. When I was satisfied there was no more water left, I grasped the huge dil-do by it's base and slowly began pulling it out. Bobby's mittened hands went out to try and steady himself and he whimpered girlishly as I tugged on the fat rubber nozzle. When it was out, I slapped his butt and told him to go release the enema in the bathroom. This was the only time Bobby is allowed to use that room and I watched him limp out of the nursery weakly, struggling to keep the water from leaking out.

While he was gone, I prepared his daytime clothes; first, a triple thick cloth diaper and pink plastic panties. Then I found a pink satin party dress with short puffy sleeves and a raised ruffled hemline. I find it much easier to check his diapers if I don't have to lift up a lot of his dress and it works the same when I need to spank him. Most of his outfits are so short that I don't even have to flip up the back of them to expose his bottom. I just pull his panties down, unpin his diapers, and paddle away.

The next thing I did was go to the fridge to prepare his pacifier. I work part time in a sperm bank so I'm able to get samples all the time without difficulty. I take these home and use them in his pacifier, which is made from a short dil-do that's been slightly hollowed out. It has a place you can put a small amount of fluid and so several times every day, I put a fresh batch of semen in the back of it. As he suc-ks on his pacifier, the semen leaks out through the head and into his mouth, so Bobby is constantly rewarded with the taste of c-um throughout the day. Of course, he hates it ever so much, but that's life for a sissy.

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The further adventures of Baby Bobby-the strict Nanny, pt 3

Author: Baby Bobby, Jan/20/2004 22:02:43 [-04]



About ten minutes later, my charge came back into the nursery where I sat him down on the changing table. He really does look pathetic for a man and I shook my head as I rubbed diaper rash cream over his bottom. We gave him a drug years ago which totally removed all the hair on his body except for that which is on his head, and today, it was tied into two sassy pigtails. With his frail, skinny appearance, lack of hair, and tiny pen-is, I just can't imagine him wearing anything but a diaper and a dress.

I saw him staring at my big boobs longingly so I stuffed his c-um filled pacifier in his mouth.

"That's what sissies get to suc-k on, not these," I told him as I cupped my breasts in my hands. His little pecker stirred at the sight but I ignored it, powdering him and pulling the thick cloth up between his legs. He pouted as I pinned either side up snugly, locking him into his soft, babyish prison for the day.

"And now for another crucial piece of your underwear," I said as I gathered together the leg holes of his plastic panties. Obediantly, he raised his feet and I slid the crinkly panties up his legs, struggling to get them up and over his big, bulging diapers. Next came a white pair of tights that I gathered together and pulled up his smooth legs, one at a time. I pulled the semi-glittery material around his knees and smoothed it out under his crotch, adjusting it to get the proper look. Next, I tied his black mary janes on securely and then helped him get into his dress. Buttoning it up in behind, I then tied the big pink sash into a floppy bow.

"Well, don't you look pretty," I said admiringly, "we just need to get you some rhumba panties to match your dress, Little girl."

I went through his dresser until I found a frothy pair of pink satin panties with flouncy lace covering the back of the seat and the leg holes.

"Come here Bobby. Time for your panties," I said, speaking to him as if he were four.

He stepped over and put his mary janes one by one throught the leg holes and I pulled the panties up teasingly. Today I was wearing a tight, scoop neck top that offered a generous view of my cleavage. I saw him suc-king feverishly on his dil-do pacifier as I pulled the rhumba panties slowly up his legs.

"Sissy panties for a big sissy in diapers," I commented to his embarrassment.

Bobby blushed at my comment but said nothing.

Telling him to meet me in the dining room, I slapped his thickly diapered bottom, which resounded with a dull thud. He waddled out of the nursery and into the other room where he clambered into his high chair. I secured him in place, using the velcro restraints on either side of the plastic table to keep his hands out of the way. Selecting one of his large vinyl bibs, this one saying 'Mommy's diaper sissy', I tied it around his neck, smoothing it down in front to protect his lacy dress.

Bobby is served the same sort of mush that chronological babies are served and I feed it to him from a plastic divided plate. Without spending too much thought on the process, I dumped several jars onto the plate and heated up a big 32 ounce bottle of milk. Starting with the food, I usually just shovel it into his mouth as fast as I can, regardless of his ability to keep up or not. It usually ends up all over his face and bib by the time I'm done but I don't particularly care.

Today was very typical and as he struggled to wolf down mashed bananas and applesauce, I noticed him gazing hungrily at my bosum.

I guess a man can't be faulted for wanting to stare to them. At 38EE, I've found they make quite an impression, especially when I'm wearing a skin tight, low cut top that shows off every curve of my breasts. They are large enough that they sway and jiggle but I make a point of wearing a good push up bra, so that they don't flop around. I also like the effect that a good push up from Victoria's Secret creates by giving me the two 'mounds' that seem to drive males wild.

Bobby is no exception and he stared at them desperately, hoping against hope, I might reveal more of them than I was. Of course, he was hoping in vain because I had absolutely no intention of catering to him, sexually, or otherwise. I wear my revealing tops just to torment the big sissy and to show him that women like me are totally beyond his reach. This is a point that I like to drive home to him each and every day.

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The further adventures of Baby Bobby-the strict Nanny pt 4

Author: Baby Bobby, Jan/22/2004 11:17:55 [-04]



After Bobby's breakfast, I undid his restraints to allow him to drink his milk. He knows that he must finish the whole bottle before I will clean him up. He also knows he'll be punished if he tries to wipe the slop off his face by himself. Sometimes when visitors are here in the morning, they'll watch the big sissy with baby food all over his face and bib, suc-king from a big bottle of milk, which is very humiliating for him.

After his breakfast, I let Bobby down from his highchair so he could watch children's shows on the tv. I make a point not to let him out of my sight for long however, because I know he'll try to masturbate if given the opportunity. Bobby is a chronic masturbator. He knows such activity is strictly forbidden and I've punished him severely when I've caught him doing it. Despite this, Bobby is continually tempted. Since he's kept on a strict regimen of chastity, his hormones are constantly in overdrive. The mere sight of a skirt, high heels or a little cleavage, drives the poor sissy crazy. To make matters worse, we make sure to dress him in the softest of diapers so that his little pee-pee is constantly being caressed. This however, is more of a curse than a blessing since it leaves him in a perpetual state of arousal, with no means of relieving himself.

That is not to say that Bobby never comes. We do allow him occasional orgasms but they are closely regulated and few in number. Additionally, we always insure that when they do occur, they are always extremely humiliating for him to endure.

Sometimes he will be made to masturbate through his diapers in front of our friends. He finds that mortifying and sometimes he'll cry tears of shame after he's finished. Sometimes Dixie will be in the mood to try out her strap-on dil-do with Bobby and he knows if he doesn't come exactly when she instructs him, there will be consequences.

Today I had an idea to both tease and humiliate our little sissy.

After I'd finished doing a few morning things around the house, I checked his diapers. They were only a little damp so I decided to wait and change him later.

"I've got a surprise for you today, Bobby,'' I told him as I grabbed the car keys, ''today, we're going to have lunch at Hooters!''

Most men would be delighted at the prospect of downing some beer and ogling the busty waitresses but Bobby cringed with apprehension. Even though he had been in diapers since he was fourteen, he was still mortified to be seen in public dressed like a sissy baby. Despite the countless times we had embarrassed him in front of others, it was as if each time were his first. So it was with understandable trepidation that he contemplated going into such a public place as Hooters, where there would be plenty of sexy young women that would laugh at the spectacle of a grown man dressed as a little girl still in diapers.

"No Nanny! Please don't make me go! I don't wanna!" he whined frantically.

"Come along, Bobby," I said, my voice easily assuming the strict, maternal tone it so often does when I deal with incontinent sissies, "bring your little purse and be quick about it."

"But I don't wanna go!" he continued to whine.

"Bobby, I've already packed your paddle in the diaper bag. Maybe you'd like to start the day off with a sore bottom?" I said sternly.

Bobby pouted and whimpered, knowing once again he was defeated. He stomped over to where his little sissy pink purse was and snatched it up, his lower lip thrust out in a grimace of frustration.

"And you'd better straighen out that attitude Mister, or I'll have one of the Hooters girls themselves give you a spanking," I threatened.

We headed out to the car where I buckled him in the back seat, although, not before he got some strange looks from a passing pair of teenage girls who just happened to be walking by.

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The further adventures of Baby Bobby-the strict Nanny, pt 5

Author: Baby Bobby, Jan/26/2004 11:36:52 [-04]



Our drive was fairly uneventful but I could see Bobby fidgeting nervously in the back. He bit his lip and shifted in his seat as if he had ants in his diapers. He's been known to wet himself when he gets scared so I was willing to bet his diapers were soaked by now at the prospect of such public humiliation. I had brought an extra change for him but I wanted to wait until he had been in the restaurant for a little while. That would give me the chance to embarrass him further in front of the waitresses by exposing his wet diapers to them.

We pulled up to the restaurant and found only a few cars in front. That was okay because I didn't particularly want a lot of guys there and I didn't want him to get beat up, just humiliated. With fewer people inside, he would stick out all the more.

After locking my door, I went around to his side but when I opened his door, he sat quaking in fear.

"Come on Bobby, every guy loves to go to Hooters. The way you stare at my breasts, I'd think you'd be dying to go,'' I insisted.

"No Nanny, please...I don't want to go,'' he pleaded in his high pitched whine, ''can't we go home?''

"'Fraid not Bobby. All sissies need a little humiliation from time to time so you'll just have to get used to it.

"Now quit stalling or you'll really be sorry,'' I warned ominously.

He quivered and whimpered but only put up a weak defense as I yanked him out of the car. He stumbled behind me as I half dragged him through the doors where his worst fears were soon realized.

Behind a small podium were two young ladies, dressed in the usual uniform for a Hooters girl; silky orange shorts and a tight white halter top that embraced their ample busts. The girl on the right was a leggy blonde with a model's face who took one look at Bobby then turned to the other hostess and began laughing out loud.

The other girl was a trim, athletic young woman with long brunette hair and a very pretty face. She too, covered her mouth as she looked at my sissy, laughed uproariously until her eyes shut and then when she could see again, she burst out laughing all over.

Poor Bobby blushed furiously but the sounds of laughter brought more of the waitressses who weren't busy at the time. A shorter redhead came in, followed by another blonde who both stopped and stared, then broke into gales of laughter as well. Soon, the entire staff had their eyes on us from all over the room but the original brunette finally asked me if we wanted a booth or a table.

"A table, please,'' I said with a smile. That would give Bobby maximum exposure to the rest of the room which was just what I was looking for.

She grabbed a pair of menus and turned to lead us into the restaurant but I stopped her before she could even turn around.

"Oh, we only need one menu-I'll be ordering for the baby,'' I explained.

Bobby's face was a beet red and he stared down at the floor in shame.

"Okay,'' she replied with a smile, ''come right this way.'

This young lady obviously made a point of staying fit as evidenced by her trim derriere and saucy walk.

"Quit staring Bobby,'' I chided the sissy, although in truth, I think he was too embarrassed to even look at her.

She turned and smiled at us even though Bobby hotly denied the transgression, amidst further blushing.

Taking us to the center of the dining room, she sat us down at a table visible to just about all the other patrons who were now staring openly.

"Would you like anything to drink?'' the girl asked sweetly.

"I'll take an iced tea and do you have any milk for my little sugarplum?'' I asked.

''I'll see what I can find,'' she replied with a smirk.

Bobby, who had sunk into his chair and was staring at his lap, tried desperately to ignore the stares of those around him.

"And does mama's little baby want his milk in a ba-ba?'' the cute waitress said to him in a syrupy sweet voice.

Reaching into my purse, I produced one of his nursery decorated baby bottles and handed it to her.

"Here you are,'' I replied helpfully.

She took the bottle with amusement and left to get our request.

Looking at Bobby, he really did look ridiculous. His pigtails and dress made him appear as a little school girl but his fat diapers, tights and ruffled rhumba panties screamed out sissy baby.

"Let's see, it doesn't look like they have a kiddie's menu. You'll just have to eat from my plate,'' I informed him. He was still abject with shame and staring at the floor which just wouldn't do.

"Sit up straight Bobby!'' I ordered him sternly, ''and quit slouching. Honestly, do I have to tell you everything?''

He straightened up a bit but not enough to my liking.

"You better sit up like a proper little girl or I'll have you explain to our waitress, in detail, the circ-umstances under which you last came.''

He glanced at me fearfully now and sat up much better as he knew very well I wouldn't hesitate to make him do it. If he was embarassed now, how much worse would it be to have to describe in detail, how we had made him masturbate in front of five of our girlfriends who were over visiting last week? Everyone had been drinking wine so there had been no shortage of teasing about Bobby's sissy outfit. I had dressed him in one of his prissy sailor suits, a baby blue confection with pink lace and a dainty straw hat. He had been made to sit in the middle of the floor and stroke himself to the accompanying jeers of the ladies around him. We forced him to rub himself to orgasm, a job not made any easier by the thick bulkiness of his diapers, while the others laughed and stared at him.

I think I saw Bobby shiver inwardly at the thought of recounting that particular experience to our pretty waitress.

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The further adventures of Baby Bobby-the strict Nanny, pt 6

Author: Baby Bobby, Jan/28/2004 12:24:34 [-04]



She arrived before long with my iced tea and Bobby's bottle, which she held in front of him tauntingly.

"Here's your wittle ba-ba Sweety,'' she said mockingly, ''all nice and warm for you.''

He accepted it reluctantly but didn't make any effort to drink from it.

The waitress took a hold of it while Bobby's hand was still on it guided it to his lips.

"Now drink your ba-ba, Baby. It'll make you grow up big and strong,'' she said in a voice reserved for two year olds. He resisted her efforts but his naturally meek nature wouldn't allow him to fight back and the big rubber nipple was pushed between his lips, causing him to blush anew. I giggled at the sissy's plight and thanked the busty waitress for her efforts.

After she left with my order, I watched another pair of scantily clad waitresses looking in our direction and whispering. Bobby noticed them too and he suc-ked miserably on the jumbo sized baby bottle. They decided to come over and see firsthand, the hapless sissy dressed as a baby girl.

The first one looked to be about twenty, slim, with long brown hair pulled back from her beautiful face. She had perky breasts which were spilling out of her top and a flat, tanned tummy below. This was the kind of girl who would never notice a guy like Bobby, let alone speak to him, were it not for these extraordinary circ-umstances.

"Umm, we were just wondering,'' she began, "do you dress up like a little girl everyday? Or is this a special occasion?'' she finished her question with a giggle that her friend shared.

Her companion was a cute blonde with long silky hair cascading over her shoulders. She had piercing green eyes and slender features, high cheekbones and a tiny waist. She tried with difficulty to suppress her giggling.

Bobby didn't immediately answer and I gave him a sharp look that said 'you'd better answer them, or else.'

"A-all...all the time,'' he practically whispered.

"Bobby! Speak up when you're being spoken to. Where are your manners?'' I snapped.

The two girls giggled again at my obvious command over this grown man.

Biting his lip, he cleared his throat, ''A-all...all the time.''

''And why do you have to dress like that Bobby?'' I prodded him.

He looked like he was about ready to cry.

"B-because I'm a-a sissy,'' he said, his voice cracking.

The girls broke out in laughter and I knew Bobby was getting his full dose of humiliation today.

"Are you his nanny?'' the brown haired girl asked.

''Yes, I've been in charge of the big sissy for four years now...dressing him in the mornings, changing his diapers-''

"-Did you say changing his diapers??!'' the cute blonde interrupted.

"Oh yes, Bobby couldn't go one hour without wetting his diapers-just like any little toddler,'' I explained matter of factly, "I'll bet he's wet right now.''

The two waitresses looked at each other in disbelief and then back at both of us.

''No way!'' the brunette said shocked.

"Oh yes. I'll bet if you check under his dress, you'll find he's wearing a very wet diaper.''

The girl didn't know what to make of him at first but then she reached over and pulled up the multiple layers of lace from the hem of his dress and petticoats, exposing the shimmery fabric of his rhumba panties. With delicately manicured french nails, she pulled back the waistband of his panties, tights and then his pink plastic panties.

"OH my God!!'' she exclaimed as she felt the wet cloth diaper inside his vinyl panties, ''he IS wet!''

''Oh my god-No WAY!'' the blonde said in disbelief.

"Check yourself!'' she insisted.

The blond looked down at his wet diaper with a mixture of disgust and disbelief.

"Eeeww!!'' she exclaimed, ''he DID wet his diapers!''

Another waitress was passing by and she easily heard the blond's outspoken remark. She paused to look at Bobby who was squirming with embarrassment and appeared to be on the verge of tears. She shook her head and went to go tell another waitress about the strange sissy boy that was attracting so much attention.

"You mean if he didn't wear diapers he'd wet his pants even in the daytime?'' the brunette continued incredulously.

"Absolutely,'' I confirmed, ''we've tried training pants but he just ends up soaking them in about an hour. We've found it's just best to keep him in thick diapers and plastic panties around the clock.''

The girls shook their heads in amazement.

"Is there something wrong with him?'' the blonde asked.

"Nope. It just seems there are some little boys that refuse to grow up or be potty trained,'' I replied simply.

The girls looked him up and down unsympathetically and then the buxom brunette placed his bottle back in his lips.

''Don't you worry, Sissykins, mommies gonna change your wet diaper-wipers for you.''

They both giggled and then left us alone which was when my food arrived.

The rest of lunch went pretty uneventfully although I knew Bobby just wanted to die. I fed him scraps off my plate while the sexy Hooters girls giggled at him and stared when they would walk by. As we got up to leave, the tall leggy blonde from earlier slapped his diapered bottom as Bobby walked by. This was followed by more giggles from all around by the other waitresses and he blushed all over again.

When we got out to the car and I had Bobby buckled in, I retrieved his dil-do pacifier from my purse, refilled it with a vial of semen, and popped it into his mouth.

"Maybe that'll comfort you for the ride home,'' I told him.

I was just about to close the door on him when the pretty brunette waitress came out, holding my gloves in her hand.

"You almost forgot these,'' she said as she handed them back to me.

"Thank you, that's very sweet of you,'' I said to her.

Just then, she caught sight of the fat rubber dil-do that Bobby was wrapping his lips around and she erupted in laughter all over again. Bending over, her generous bosum formed two ripe cantelopes that hung before Bobby's awestruck face.

"Well. I'm glad your nanny found something appropriate for you to suc-k on,'' she remarked with a big smile, ''bye-bye, little sissy-boy.''

Tears of shame welled in Bobby's eyes as he suc-ked desperately on his pacifier but doing so only increased the flow of the semen from inside the short dil-do, much to his displeasure.

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The further adventures of Baby Bobby-the strict Nanny, pt 7

Author: Baby Bobby, Jan/30/2004 12:04:29 [-04]



I thanked her again and we finally left the scene of Bobby's torment, which I am quite sure would not be soon forgotten. I smiled back at the big sissy who was softly crying and sniffling to himself in the back seat.

"You look like a baby who needs his naptime,'' I told him, ''don't worry Bobby, we'll be home soon.''

He seemed to take little comfort from that and he had to take what little solace his dil-do pacifier could offer.

We got home half an hour later and I took him straight to his nursery to get him ready for his nap.

First, I removed his frilly party dress, followed by his mary janes. I put away the dress and brought back a diaper shirt that buttoned in back. In this case, it was a short sleeve, soft cotton top with yellow trim and a bunny design on the front. Across the top it read; 'Caution: wet diapers below'. I pulled it over his head while he held his arms up.

Next, I pulled his rhumba panties down and after putting them aside, tugged his white tights off his bulky diaper. I peeled his plastic panties off of the sodden cloth and tossed them into his diaper pail. By the looks of things, he had totally soaked himself. The triple thick flannel diapers were saturated all the way up the back and even around the sides where I soon removed the pins.

"My, you're a wet one, aren't you?'' I said to him. Of course, I didn't really expect an answer from him, not with a fat rubber dil-do stuffed in his mouth.

I wiped his bottom and groin area with baby wipes and allowed him a few moments to air dry while I went to get his naptime bottle. Before I left, I made sure he was back securely in his mittens. That would prevent him from getting into any mischief while I was gone.

When I came back I popped the pacifier out of his mouth which had caused his lips to form an 'O' from suc-king on it or so long. Without waiting, I replaced it with the warmed bottle of formula, which, although he loathed the taste, he knew better than to refuse. While I prepared his diapers, Bobby grasped the large plastic bottle with his mittened hands, his face contorting with revulsion as he began suc-king tentatively on it.

"Up, up, up!'' I coaxed him as I helped tip the bottle upwards, forcing him to take larger swallows of the bland drink.

With his triple layer of diapers in one hand, I used the other to grasp his ankles firmly, and lift them up high, exposing his bottom while I slid the diapers underneath. With a good handful of diaper rash cream, I slathered his cheeks with it until they glistened with a thick white layer.

Putting his legs down, I shook baby powder over his little bald pecker until a cloud of the nursery scent filled the air. I bunched the cloth together in the middle and pulled it up snugly, pinning one side, then the other.

Looking at his progress on the fomula, I saw he had about a third left.

"Better finish that up quick, Sissy, it's baby's naptime,'' I said in my usual condescending tone which left no doubt as to who was in charge.

From his drawer, I grabbed the first panties on top, a frilly pair of white nursery print waterproof pants and I positioned them at his feet. Gathering together the leg openings, I slid them down his raised legs and then to the base of his diapered crotch.

"Lift up,'' I said tersely, ''you know the routine.''

Meakly, he raised his hips to allow me to tug the crinkly panties over the soft bulk of his fat diapers.

"What a big baby you are,'' I remarked for no reason in particular.

Bobby was still struggling to finish his bottle which meant he had to suc-k harder and swallow a lot. I knew he hated it but as far as I'm concerned, that's just too bad. When he failed to live up to being a man, he lost the priveleges of being able to make his own desicions. So if that means the incontinent sissy has to drink warm milk and formula, then that's just too bad.

I shook some powder where his thighs rub against his plastic panties just as he was taking his last slurps from his bottle.

"That's a good boy,'' I commended him as I helped him up from the changing table. I could hear the liquid sloshing in his stomach as he climbed into his crib with its rustling waterproof sheets. As he clambered in, the crib springs groaned and creaked under his weight, from lack of lubrication. We keep them that way so they will create a cacophony of noise whenever he stirs which allows us to know when he's moving around. We also keep a baby monitor hidden underneath the crib so that when I'm in the other room, I can clearly hear him moving about. If he were to try and masturbate, I'd be in there quickly to put a stop to it and teach him a lesson.

When we first got the idea to place the monitor underneath, he couldn't figure out how I'd know when he was playing with himself. He'd start stroking himself through his diapers and I could easily hear the 'ee-e-ee-e', creaking sound that the bed springs would make. With the door mostly closed, he thought he'd be safe to play with himself without getting caught but within moments, I'd burst into the nursery and catch him red handed everytime. Hauling him out of his crib, I'd yank down his plastic panties and put him over my lap for a good hard paddling.

Very soon, Bobby came to realize that he couldn't escape our scrutiny even when he was alone by himself in his crib. The last door to his only remaining opportunity to masturbate was slammed shut once and for all for the frustrated sissy. It was after that, that I noticed a big rise in his level of horniness and his subsequent frustration from not being allowed to come at the time or frequency of his choosing. Dixie is very strict with him in this regard and she rigorously enforces his chastity no matter how much he begs and pleads.

Today, I shut out the light, leaving just his Raggedy Anne nightlight on to provide illumination. Bobby didn't require any more than that. After locking the sides of his crib up, he wasn't going to be going anywhere anyway.