Barbara's New Baby Girl

[Baby Bobby2]

Barbara's New Baby Girl




Chapter One   The Store






My mom's 20 year-old Honda Accord made its way, wheezing tiredly but steadily across town with myself as its reluctant passenger. Sitting in the back seat, I sulked in silence, unhappy with my situation in which I was being forced to accompany my dumb sister to get some girly clothes. My mom had insisted I come along because she didn't want me home by myself, despite the fact that I was all of 13 years old now, going on fourteen. It was mortifying to still be treated like a snot-nosed kid at my age.



   To show my general disapproval of my mom's plans, I let out a loud and dreary sigh. This went unnoticed so I did it again until I saw my mom look up at me in the rear view mirror.

   "Why do I hafta spend all day at this lame store?" I whined miserably.



   "It's not all day, Chris, she said tiredly, "It's just long enough to get Lindsey a dress and then we're done."

   "But I don't wannnna go," I complained bitterly, not for the first time.



   My mom sighed in resignation.

   "Tell you what Chris, once we finish at the store, I'll take you to get some ice cream. How about that?" she offered, hoping desperately to placate me.

   Fact was, my mom was easily pushed around. And truth be told, I knew just how to do it, through pleading, whining, and complaining until she eventually capitulated.



   "Okay," I replied sullenly, although I was secretly pleased to have wrung a concession out of her.

   We pulled into the parking lot of the store a short time later and as I craned my neck, I could read the pink cursive writing on the neon sign. It said Missy's Dresses and Apparel and I cringed at the thought of spending more than five minutes as a captive within it's walls.



   On the way over, we'd stopped for lunch at Chuck-E-Cheese and my sister and I still carried our disposable soda cups with our leftover drinks. Personally, I hated Chuck-E-Cheese because it catered to such a juvenile crowd but that was one contest I had decided to let my mom win.



   As I got out of the car, I was crunching some of the ice from my cup, having discarded the lid somewhere in the back of the car.

   "Chris, put the lid back on," my mom told me, "I don't want you to spill anything in the store."

   "Aww Mom," I started, "I'm not gonna spill anything," I said as I kicked a stray rock in the parking lot.

   "Chris, just do it this time, okay? Just once I'd like to have you do something without a major ordeal," she muttered in exasperation.

   "I'm not gonna spill anything--I promise," I said, my voice approaching it's maximum tone of whininess.

   My mom sighed heavily, finally giving up and I strode behind her, noisily crunching my ice as I chocked up yet another victory.



   My sister Lindsey was eight and very excited to be able to pick out a dress of her own. Apparently, this store was known for it's fancy, frilly dresses, the kind like you'd see at an Easter party or something. Personally, I couldn't care less so the sooner I could get them out of there, the better.

   Walking in through the main doors, I stopped my crunching of ice and suddenly swallowed hard. Standing before us, was an absolutely breathtaking woman who smiled down upon us, greeting us into her establishment.



   "Well hello!" she beamed enthusiastically at us, "Welcome to Missy's Dresses!"

   My sister was grinning ear to ear and bubbling with excitement but I was finding my mouth going dry as I stared openly at this stunning angel from heaven. Immediately capturing my full attention and right at eye level, I gaped in awe and amazement at this gorgeous woman's deep, plunging line of cleavage, disappearing down into the V cut of her silk top that was stretching mightly to contain her massive breasts. They were round, perfectly shaped, and in all honesty, huge! I had never seen boobs so big in all my life, especially on a woman so slim. My heart thumped within my chest and I felt a familiar stirring in my groin as I stood there mesmerized.



   She had a snug pencil skirt that wrapped around her curvy hips and seemed to accent her narrow waist and hourglass figure. Her long, silky blonde hair was pulled back, not severely, but in a very feminine way that emphasized her very pretty face. Full, luscious lips and delicate, yet commanding eyes that held me in their gaze, prevented me from evaluating her further. I felt instinctively that here was a woman of presence, so completely night and day from my own weary mother.



   "And what's your name, Young Man," she said as she bent down slightly to speak to me.

   Her cleavage yawned before me and I licked my dry lips as I stared at her soft twin mounds of feminine glory.

   "C-C-Chris," I stuttered uncertainly. I felt my cheeks glowing red at being the center of attention of this goddess and I was forced to look down at the floor.

   "Hello Chris--Let's see...I'm guessing you're about ten, right?"

   My face flushed with embarrassment at her gross underestimation of me. It's true that I was short with somewhat effeminate features but I always thought of myself as a guy's guy.

   "I-I'm thirteen!" I protested.

   "Oh!" she exclaimed, putting her slim, manicured hand in front of her mouth, "I'm sorry, I had no idea!"



   "And are you here to get something pretty?" she asked in her syrupy voice.

   I had no idea why she'd draw that kind of conclusion about me but it was enough to allow me to finally regain my composure.

   "No way!" I snapped, "We're here for my dumb sister."

   I pointed at Lindsey who was staring with star struck eyes at the vast selection of frilly, girly clothes all around us.



   "Well I know we'll find just what it is you're looking for," the lady said, focusing in on my sister, "My name is Barbara, and this is my store."

   She gave us all eye contact and when her gaze fell upon me, I practically shivered. I think I was in love! What a total babe!

   My mom explained the type of dress they were looking for and Barbara led them to a different section of the store where they might find it.



   All the while, I took the opportunity to drink in her sexy, adult curves. What a woman! From every angle, she was incredible. She wore high heeled pumps that matched the silky top she was wearing and her snug skirt went no further than the top of her knees, allowing me to admire her smooth, shapely legs.

   Following behind her, I was looking her up and down, when she suddenly turned around to make sure I hadn't become lost. Unprepared for her about face, I stumbled forward and ran right into her, my face mashing against her soft pillowy breast.



   "Oh! I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, although she was wearing a knowing smile as I blushed furiously from my clumsiness. Despite my embarrassment, my pen-is was rock hard and I was already thinking of ways to relieve it the second I got home. To be sure, this woman would feature prominently in my fantasies for quite some time.

   My sister began picking out dresses, far more than I knew we could afford, or would have time to try on and when Barbara went to help out another customer, I quickly began to get bored.



   "Mom? How long is this gonna take?" I whined pitifully.

   "Just a little bit longer Chris, try to be patient," she chided me.

   "But this is soooo boring," I complained, making myself a complete nuisance.

   "Chris, why don't you go amuse yourself somewhere in the store--we'll find you when we're done," she told me tiredly.

   Muttering to myself, I shuffled off, knowing I was going to be bored to tears no matter where I was in the store.



   I spied Barbara about twenty feet away, talking to what I assumed was her assistant, a real knockout from what I could see. While not as curvy as her boss, this woman looked to be about 19 or 20, with long, straight blonde hair and a body that looked like had been sculpted in a gym. She looked like a real hottie!

   Totally  distracted, I set my drink down on one of the store's fixtures, not even paying attention to what I was doing. I just wanted to spy on these two while they were unaware of my attention.



   All of a sudden, I heard the contents of my drink spill noisily as the cup fell about a foot off the ledge I'd set it on. Looking down, I gasped in shock as the red liquid splattered all over several fancy white dresses that had been laid out on the next shelf down.

   Oh my god! What a huge mess!

   Looking around, I saw that no one had yet witnessed my blunder and taking in the scene of disaster, panic filled me and rendered me incapable of rational thought. The only thing that occurred to me was to flee and right away! If only I could get my mom to leave before it was discovered, I might escape punishment.



   Barbara and her assistant were still occupied with their conversation so I scurried back to where my mom was evaluating my sister's latest choice.

   "Oh that's lovely, Dear," she remarked, "What do you think?"

   "I think I like the pink one better, Mommy," she replied.

   "Do you?" she asked.

   It was obvious they were in no hurry to get going and I fidgeted nervously, shifting my weight from one foot to another as I bit my lip in angst.



   "Are you guys about done?" I asked anxiously.

   Oblivious to my state of panic, my mom hardly looked my way.

   "Chris I thought you were going to occupy yourself until we came and got you."

   "How much longer is this gonna take?" I pleaded with her.

   "For heaven's sakes, Chris, you're really becoming a trial," she replied with annoyance. Of course, she always said that but what grated at me now was that she used to it delay whatever it was I wanted at the moment and what I wanted right now was to get out of there fast!

   From behind me, I heard the distinctive sound of approaching high heels; a 'click-click-click' that announced my moment of retribution was at hand.



   "Excuse me, Ma'am," the commanding voice spoke from behind me and I knew with sinking certainty it belonged to Barbara.

   It was only with great effort I was able to turn around to face her and I saw she was holding my empty Chuck-E-Cheese cup in her lovely slim hand.

   The blood drained from my face and my palms felt suddenly clammy.

   "Does this cup belong to one of your children?"

   I resented being classified as a child but that was the least of my worries as my mom looked from the cup and over to me.

   "Why yes it is, did Chris neglect to throw it away when he was done?" she asked, innocently unaware of what I'd done.



   "Will you come with me a moment?" Barbara asked. Her voice was friendly but firm and it filled me with dread.

   As we followed along behind her, my mind raced with any possible excuses as to how I could talk my way out of this. The problem was, I simply couldn't think straight. Somehow, I knew this woman wouldn't tolerate being manipulated like I was used to with my mom--she'd see right through me. 



   When we got to the scene of my spill, my mom's face showed both horror and dismay. This was exactly what she had warned me about before coming in and my blithe dismissal was still ringing in my ears.

   "I found this mess just now and I recognized the cup from the ones your children were drinking from," Barbara explained, "Would anyone like to own up to what happened here?"

   My sister was still holding her cup with it's lid still on and there could be absolutely no doubt as to who the culprit was. Still, I kept my silence with my eyes downcast, hoping somehow, by some miracle, this would all be forgotten. Barbara stood towering over me, her hands on her curvy hips as she waited for an answer with growing impatience.

   "Young Man," she addressed me sternly, "Is there something you want to tell me?"



   A bead of sweat trickled down the side of my forehead and I absently  wiped it away.

   "It wasn't me," I bleated weakly, but it was quite obvious no one believed me.

   "Chris, I am very disappointed in you," my mom said with uncharacteristic authority.

   "But it wasn't my fault," I began to whine. This tactic had always served me well and I hoped it would serve me again or maybe at least lessen my punishment.



   "I'm sorry, but these were very expensive dresses," Barbara informed my mom, "Something will have to be done."

   My heartbeat was thumping in my chest as I glanced anxiously up at the store manager. Despite the fact that she was incredibly sexy, I feared her on a level I didn't fully understand and she looked capable of just about anything.

   "I'm so sorry," my mom said, a look of anxiety and worry creasing her face, "He's just more than I can handle these days. I honestly don't know what to do with him anymore."

   "If you will allow me, I will see to it that he is properly punished, and then we can make arrangements for him afterwards."

   My mom appeared immensely relieved, probably because she had no means of paying for the damaged goods. She was also glad, I think, to have someone who would finally be able to give me the discipline she was incapable of providing.



   "Yes, by all means," she quickly agreed.

   "But Mom," I whimpered piteously, "it wasn't my fault!"

   "Come along Young Man," Barbara said as she snatched my wrist with surprising strength, "You're going to be taking a trip over my lap."

   "Huh?" I gasped.

   I gulped in fear and tried to wrench my hand from her grip but her hold was like steel.



   "No!" I squealed, "You can't spank me! Mom!"

   I was sure my mom would intercede on my behalf, after all, I hadn't been spanked since kindergarten and that was by my teacher. My mom would never allow me to be given such a childish punishment by a total stranger! Not at my age!

   To my surprise and chagrin, my mom not only didn't stop her but she added a few words of her own.

   "Chris, you've had this coming for a long time now. I think this is exactly what you need and deserve."



   I pouted and whimpered as Barbara dragged me into her spacious back room, opening a drawer from a tidy desk against the wall. She deftly retrieved a stout, oval shaped wooden paddle with nickel sized holes in it's face.

   Panic seized me and I stomped my feet frantically.

   "No...no....please--please, I didn't mean to--I--I was just..." I pleaded.

   Barbara took a seat in a straight backed chair and faced me as she began unbuttoning my shorts.



   "I don't like liars, Young Man," she told me in no uncertain terms, "I'm going to give you a good, hard spanking and teach you a lesson you won't soon forget."

   By now, tears had formed in my eyes and I tried to stop her hands from pulling down my shorts.

   "Oh--oh--no! Wait! P-please--please don't spank me!" I wailed.

   This woman was implacable and she was completely ignoring my whining pleas for her to stop.



   Her beautiful features were set firmly as she went about her serious business, slapping my hands away and as she yanked my shorts down, her tremendous breasts defiantly teased me as they jiggled within her tight silk top.   

Without the slightest pause, she yanked my Superman underpants down and jerked me over her toned lap.

   "No--no--please--please don't!" I wailed as the first tear spilled down my trembling, panicky face. 

   With her high heeled pumps, I found myself lifted completely off the ground, off balance and all too helpless in her steely grasp.



   SMACKKK!!!   



The hard oak paddle seared itself across both my soft, youthful buns and I howled out in angst and surprise at the ferocity of her first swat.

   Tears poured down my face now as I began bawling like a child instead of the teenager that I was.

   Looking up, I could see Barbara in a nearby mirror as she paused long enough to look back into my eyes.

   "You really are a sissy, aren't you?" she said as she shook her head disapprovingly.

   Desperate to make her believe I was tougher than I really was, I shook my head vigorously.

   "No--no Ma'am!" I cried between sobs.



   "Well, I know a sissy when I see one and you have sissy written all over you. You're not the first little boy who's felt the sting of my paddle but you can be sure you'll get what's coming to you," she said tersely, finishing her sentence with another pair of hard, angry swats to my defenseless buns.



   SMACKKK!!! SMACKKK!!!

   

I kicked and swung my hands wildly in the air, gasping for breath as her vengeful paddle came down again and again. Looking up briefly in the mirror, I saw a blurry image through the tears flooding my eyes and streaming down my face. I looked like a naughty little boy being punished by his babysitter as her fierce paddle swatted me repeatedly with impunity.



   I kept waiting for her to stop, after all--she'd taught me a lesson and then some--but she just kept up an even rhythm, slapping one tender cheek, then the other, then the side of one rosy cheek that had escaped her attentions. My pliant, stinging buns danced under her ferocious assault, flattening briefly under the impact and then jumping back up to receive another dose of her unyielding wood.



   I cried like I'd never cried in my life, snot dribbling down my face and tears spilling down my cheeks as I shook my fists in helpless futility.

   At last, she stopped and pulled me to my feet, staring down suspiciously at my damp, limp genitals.

   "Did you wet yourself on my lap?!" she asked incredulously.

   I was so distraught all I could do was bawl incoherently and dance in place as she held my wrist captive.

   Taking my lack of denial for a confession, she wrenched me around and landed another harsh, stinging swat on my bright red bottom.

   I howled again and bucked forward but could go no more than a few inches due to her iron grip on my arm.



   "You belong in diapers, you little sissy," she informed me as she looked down on me coldly, "But I have something here that will do temporarily."

   I could do little but focus on the blistering inferno blazing across my bottom and I hopped from one foot to another as the tears poured down my ashen face.

   "I want you to place your hands on the desk here," she commanded me, "And if I see you move either one, I'm going to pull you right back over my lap--understood?"



   "Y-y-yes M-Ma'am," I bawled.

   Doing as I was told, I sobbed and felt sorry for myself as I stared at the near wall. In my present position, bent over slightly as I was, my bright red bottom stuck out like a beacon of shame for everyone to witness. As if to heap further humiliation on my situation, the backroom door opened up and Barbara's stunning blonde assistant came in. Her gaze fell from my tear-stained face, down to my candy-apple cheeks before she smirked knowingly.



   "Looks like you found the one who made that mess," she remarked.

   "Yes I did, and as you can see, he's one sorry little boy now for causing all the trouble," Barbara replied.

   The cute blonde chuckled, her lack of sympathy obvious.

   "I'll say, maybe that'll teach you a lesson," she said to me before going back out onto the salesfloor.

   I was mortified, having to stand there, nude from the waist down, and so obviously punished, although at least I'd managed to keep my privates hidden from Barbara's assistant.

   Offering my mom a place to sit, Barbara turned to face her directly.



   "So, tell me Mrs..."

   "--Schaaf," my mom replied, "but please just call me Pamela."

   She seemed eager to work with this stern woman which made me all the more nervous.

   "Thank you Pamela, I'm very pleased to meet you," Barbara said cordially as she extended her hand.

   "I'm wondering if you might tell me a little about your son," she began "I have my own ideas from what little I've observed on my own, but I'd like to get your own impressions of him."



   "Of course, I'm only too happy to help," she answered.

   "Has he always been this bratty? He seems inclined to try and get his way by whining and being a general pest."

   "Oh yes--very much so," my mom replied quickly, "And it's only gotten worse over the last couple of years--its gotten so he's constantly fighting me on every little point, doing anything to avoid being responsible."

   "Mm hm, I thought so. And would you say he tends to stay indoors a lot? I'm guessing he doesn't have many friends and he's disinclined towards sports."



   "Yes...yes, now that I think about it, that's exactly right."

   "Mm-hm, now tell me, when I first saw him, he looked more like a little girl in boy's clothing than a young man of thirteen. I know that any girl would die for his smooth hairless legs and soft features. Does he get pushed around a lot at school because of his looks?"

   "Mm, I'm afraid so," my mom answered, "I guess they don't see him as much of a guy's guy. In fact, some even call him a sissy."

   "I can certainly see why," Barbara responded.

   "I'm not a sissy!" I interrupted them as I sobbed in desperation.



   Barbara tried valiantly to hide the smirk on her face before pressing on.

   "Let's see...I imagine that he spends a lot of time masturbating too...am I right?"

   My face blazed scarlet and even my mom's face showed a little color as she nodded her head in dismay.

   "Yes, its really become quite a problem," she explained, "He's constantly in his room with his underwear around his ankles, stroking himself to god-only-knows what. I've tried everything I can but I'm just not having any effect on his behavior."

   "That's a lie!" I hollered angrily, my face still wet with tears.



   "Young man," Barbara said firmly, "I'm this close to pulling you over my lap again for another spanking---is that what you want?"

   "No!" I sobbed petulantly.

   Barbara and the others went back to ignoring me and she crossed her arms over her big, curvy chest.

   "It's clear I have a lot of work to do," she announced authoratively.

   "I have a proposal to suggest which will take care of the damage your son has caused and erase any financial obligations for you."

   "Oh--anything," my mom quickly agreed. It was clear she was only too happy to have someone else deal with me.



   "I suggest you drop off Chrissie here after school and he can work for me until he's paid off his debt for the damage that he's done."

   "It's very kind of you to offer that--of course we'll do that. Just tell me when."

   I groaned inwardly. As if her spanking wasn't punishment enough, I was going to be under this terrible woman's thumb for who knows how long! And who knew what further humiliations she had in store for me...

   "How about a week from Monday?" Barbara asked, "There are a few things I'd like to have ready for him when he arrives for his first day of work."

   I could only imagine what those were but I held my tongue in silence.



   "Oh yes--certainly," my mom hastened to agree.

   "Good--then it's settled," Barbara announced with pleasure,

   "Chrissie? Since you seem to have trouble keeping your pants dry, I've got a little something that might help in the short term."

   Barbara went to a set of drawers and brought forth a white and pink set of underwear. Wiping the tears away from my face, I saw that they were actually thickly padded training pants, with a Barbie motif on the front and seat. Normally, I would never have submitted to such an indignity but there was no way I was going to stand up to this woman.

   "Come here, Chrissie," she ordered me, "That's a good boy. Now step into your new panties."



   I whimpered and continued to sob as I gingerly lifted my legs one at a time into the childish trainers she was holding open for me. Wavering uncertainly before her, I had to reach up to her shoulders to help steady me. All too slowly, she pulled them up my smooth, skinny legs and pulled them around my hips. Her big, sexy round breasts were mere inches from my face but now I was regretting having ever set eyes on them.

   The trainers were soft and comforting, at least upon my genitals, but the seat felt like sandpaper as soon as it made contact with my hot, stinging buns. I let out fresh sobs of defeat as she pulled them snugly into place but I also managed to breathe in the scent of her perfume as I stared down the front of her silky top at her incredible cleavage.



   Scooping up my shorts, I thought she was going to put them on me but instead, she handed them to my mom.

   "I suggest you leave these off until later," she told her matter-of-factly to which my mom nodded.

   I was going to make some sort of protest, but then I thought better of it--I certainly didn't want to go over this stern woman's lap again!

   Towering over me in her heels, Barbara turned to face me once more.

   "Can you do your best to keep those training panties dry until next Monday?"

   My cheeks burned with shame as I stared at the floor and nodded reluctantly.



   "Okay Sweety?" she repeated, as if she hadn't seen my first response.

   "I will," I sobbed anew as I blushed again.

   "That's a good boy," she replied as she smiled down at me, "I have the feeling we're going to get along, just fine..."

[Baby Bobby2]

Chapter Two   Chris' New Home





   For the next two weeks, I could think of little else, other than Barbara. And my situation was made worse by the fact that I was helplessly caught between two diametrically opposed emotions--shame and lust.



   On one hand, every time I thought of the buxom store manager, I blushed furiously as I re-lived my painful and humiliating punishment at her hands. Never had I met such a powerful, strong woman, so stern and strict, who insisted on dealing with me like I were nothing but a small child. I hated her total confidence and absolute authority, not to mention the fact that she was a lot stronger than me.



   On the other hand, when I saw her in my mind's eye, I couldn't help getting intensely aroused, despite my burning anger towards her. That voluptuous body and pretty face; her long, shapely legs and silky blonde hair. She was sooo sexy! Putting aside my smoldering resentment toward her, I found myself masturbating shamelessly several times a day as I hungrily fantasized about her. I hated myself for giving in to the temptation when she'd shown me nothing but humiliation and a blazing bottom but I couldn't stop no matter how hard I tried. After dreaming about her delicious curves, my mind focused on her incredible bosom. Imagining being able to touch those soft, fabulous breasts sent me over the edge of orgasmic ecstasy every time.



   But today, I was sitting in class, trying to scheme some ploy in which I could foil my mom's plans to take me back to that woman's store. I had in mind my usual whining and complaining, hoping to wear her down until she finally gave up. I was fairly certain I could put a wrench in her plans when suddenly, I heard a very distinctive sound coming up from behind me.



   Click, click, click, click...



   "Who's that?" I heard someone nearby whisper in awe.

   My hair stood up on end as I slowly turned around, dread filled certainty washing over me like an icy bath.

   "Hello Chrissie," Barbara said in her melodious, yet commanding voice.



   I felt myself wilting as my heart began beating wildly in panic. I hadn't anticipated this turn of events at all!

   Standing tall over me in her high heels, I stared up at the object of my anger and lust, my mouth hanging open stupidly. She was wearing a very short skirt and a snug, form-fitting button top that clung tightly to her proud, eye-popping breasts. It took my breath away and my mouth was suddenly parched.



   "You mommy has given me permission to pick you up myself, Chrissie," she told me with a knowing smile, "And your teacher has graciously decided to let you out of class early."

   "B-b-but...I-I-I don't--" I stuttered.

   "Come along Chrissie," she said in a friendly, yet firm tone, using her name for me that I detested, "I'm your babysitter now and it's time for us to go."



   Without waiting for an answer, she reached down and took hold of my hand, standing me up like I were a toddler. With every one of my classmates now staring at us, her other meticulously manicured hand reached down and squeezed my bottom inquiringly.

   "Not wearing your training panties today?" she asked, loud enough to make sure that everyone could hear.



   "She-she's just kidding, fellas," I croaked with a nervous laugh, hoping to defuse her comment and minimize the intense humiliation she was causing me.

   "Well I just hope you can keep from wetting your pants long enough before I can get you over to the store and put you into some diapers and plastic panties," she announced merrily.

   I felt the blood rushing to my face as the word 'diapers' got repeated by everyone around me. Blushing furiously, I couldn't help but hear a chorus of giggles erupt from around the class.



   "Wa-wait!" I squealed anxiously, "Y-you can't take me with you."

   I struggled to free myself from her grip but only succeeded in making myself look weak and foolish.

   "Perhaps I should tell your classmates of our last meeting, Chrissie," she smiled with mischievous sweetness.

   Abruptly, I stopped all resistance. I couldn't risk her telling everyone how she'd spanked me like a child and then left me to stand there, my bright red bottom on display for all to see.



   "Mmm-hm. I thought so," she said smugly, "Come along now."

   Defeated and shamed, my world was a blur as I hung my head low and walked along behind her. Taking me by the hand, she led me out of the classroom as everyone openly stared at me. My face burned with shame at being treated like a child in front of all my peers--I'd never live this down!



   As we went out into the parking lot, Barbara led me to a white, late model minivan. I was about to take a seat in the front when she held me back and opened the sliding rear door instead.

   "No, sissies sit in the back," she instructed me and before I knew it, she was pushing me into an oversized child's seat that was secured to the bench seat.



   "Wha-what are you doing?" I protested.

   Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a group of sophomore cheerleaders stopping to take in this strange scene--a 13 year-old being strapped into a child's seat by what looked like his mommy. I blushed again heatedly as Barbara quickly secured the seatbelts and straps holding me in place, all while I whined desperately for her to leave me be. Once she finished, she stepped inside and closed the door, at least providing us with a welcome sense of anonymity as she took a seat next to me.



   Barbara was all smiles as she cozied up close to me, her big breasts jiggling within her thin top. I felt a little nervous, alone with this incredibly sexy woman who was much older than me and trapped in her car as I was, I felt like her captive. As I gazed over her enticing, bountiful curves, my hands felt clammy and I became aware of a nervous buzz in my stomach.



   "Chrissie, I think we may have gotten off on the wrong foot," she said in a warm, friendly way. Her voice was soft now, soothing and pleasant to my ears.

   "We-we did?" I said, my voice breaking. It suddenly felt very warm in the van.

   "Yes, but I can't tell you how excited I am that you're going to be spending time with me. We're going to have so much fun together! I even bought you a special present."



   I was completely taken aback. I was expecting more of the same stern, disciplinarian that I'd encountered at her store. This side of her made me feel at ease, although her smothering sexy presence so close to me continued to make me nervous.

   Slowly, I watched as she undid the upper button of her straining top, revealing the lacey clasp of her bra underneath. My heart was pounding in my chest wildly now as I stared at her big soft breasts, pushed together and displayed before me in a way I couldn't ignore. Her scoop necked top was plungingly low as it was and this exposed yet another inch of her smooth, plump bosom. My little pen-is reacted instantly and it strained urgently within my underwear. She was even more incredible than my imagination remembered her!



   I licked my dry lips and tried to breathe normally as I saw her produce a small box, wrapped with babyish gift wrap. Placing it in my hand, she beamed down at me, as if this was some wonderful present that I had been waiting all my life for.

   "Go ahead, Chrissie, open it up--it's especially for you," she told me encouragingly, her beautiful smile overwhelming me.



   I was at a loss for words as I slowly undid the pink silk ribbon and tore away the childish nursery print wrapping paper. I couldn't imagine what it was she could have gotten me, nor why she chose to wrap it like something for a baby shower.



   Inside was an oversized rubber pacifier, still in its orginal see-thru plastic packaging and the label that identified it as a 'Sissy-Paci'.

   With a confused look on my face, I held it in my hand while Barbara suddenly drew closer to me. Taking her slim hand, she held my face gently as she slowly and deliberately planted a big wet kiss right on my quivering lips!



   If I was breathing hard before, now I was ready to hyperventilate!

   I'd never kissed a girl in my whole life and now this stunning babe had just kissed me in the most erotic way!

   With her rose colored lipstick still upon my lips, I stared dumbfounded at her, although my throbbing erection didn't have to be told that I was the luckiest teenager in the world.



   "You see?" she said sweetly, "You and I are going to get along just fine."

   I still didn't know what to say but her smile was infectious and it made me swoon with desire.

   "Now...this baby pacifier is very special--it's made specifically for big sissies like you that are going to be nursing soon," she said cryptically as she opened the package and took the pacifier in her creamy hand.

   "Open up Chrissie," she said softly as she positioned it before my lips.



   I didn't know what she was doing and I was completely confused. What did she mean by "nursing soon"?

   "No--no..." I squirmed but the straps holding me in made it difficult to struggle.

   "Open up Sissy," she smiled as she gently rubbed the big rubber nipple against my trembling lips. Just as I managed to bleat out another protest, she pushed it past my parted lips and into my mouth, stifling my words.



   "Mmrphh," I whimpered as the pliable rubber object filled my mouth completely. suc-king on a soft, flexible rubber nipple suddenly brought back long forgotten memories, making me feel very babyish.

   "There you are," she said happily, "It's perfect for you."

   I shook my head in protest, the large pink plastic ring in front jiggling, but Barbara continued to smile broadly at me.

   "Now I know today is going to be a lot for you to take in Chrissie," she said as she passed the plastic loop over my head and around my neck, "I know right now, you're feeling confused and a little unsure. But first, I want you to understand that this is your very own pacifier and you must never take it out. Ever. Okay? Do you understand? Because if I see you take it out, I'll have to pull down your pants and give you another spanking, except this time, it'll make your last trip over my lap seem like love taps."



   I felt a shiver of fear ripple through me as I stared back into her pretty piercing eyes while she explained all this to me. Her voice was still warm and friendly but it carried a firmness that left no doubt about her willingness to enforce her rules.

   "I don't want to have to spank you again but I will if you make me...and you don't want to cry like a little baby again, now do you, Sweety?" She asked tenderly.

   I shook my head slowly feeling numb all over.

   "That's good," she said reassuringly. I felt her soft hand on my thigh now and she gently began stroking me as she talked. I was so confounded and bewildered I was paralyzed with indecision but there was no mistaking the incredible hard-on that was tenting my trousers.

   "You see, I recognized right off that you were a big sissy. You're actually a little baby girl in a big boy's body, desperately trying to get out, but no one will let you," she said in cutesy voice designed for talking to toddlers, "But now that's all going to change."



   I shook my head no but she just ignored me and plowed on like she couldn't see me.

   "Oh yes, because from now on, you're going to be my precious little baby girl--I have so many plans for you--I can't tell you how excited I am to show you everything that's waiting for you back at my place," she gushed, "You're just going to love the cute, prissy outfits I've got for you--you'll have a wonderful time!"

   I was aghast at the picture she was painting for me but it was obvious she was truly thrilled about her plans and it was equally apparent she expected me to feel the same.



   "Now--you just keep that pacifier in your little mouth--okay Sweety? Don't even think of taking it out--all little babies need their pacis and you'll come to love yours--I just know it!"

   Rising up, Barbara moved past me and opened up the door--just in time for a pair of high school girls who were walking past at that moment to look in and see me, suc-king my pacifier with its big pink plastic ring on the mouthguard. I blushed in shame as they giggled and walked past, too late for me to take it out, even if I'd had the courage to do so.

   Barbara closed the sliding door and went around to get in the driver's seat, buckling herself in as she looked back at my panicky face.

   "Don't worry Chrissie, everything's going to be just fine from now on."

   The thought occurred to me to spit out the pacifier, undo the seatbelts and bolt out of the car. And I almost did, but the van was already moving and my window of opportunity was gone.



   It didn't take long to reach her store, and once again, she insisted on holding my hand like a child all the way in. To be honest, I wasn't sure how I was going to deal with her once we got there but now that we had arrived, I still didn't have a good plan. I felt like a fool as I walked through the store, a fat pink pacifier stuffed in my mouth, as shoppers stared at me openly. I did my best to look the other way but their whispers followed me relentlessly.



   "You must be feeling very insecure without a thick pair of diapers and plastic panties on but don't worry, Chrissie--I'll get you changed in no time," she assured me.

   Butterflies buzzed in my stomach as I searched around for some sort of escape. This was all happening too fast!



   Taking me through a back door, we walked down a short, well tended pathway that led to the front door of her house. Without pausing to tell me what was going on, she ushered me into her home, a modest but immaculately clean single story house. Passing a large living room area, she wasted no time taking me down a brightly lit hallway.

   "And down here is going to be your new bedroom Chrissie, or should I say, your nursery. I know you'll just be thrilled when you see it," she waxed enthusiastically.



   Opening the door, Barbara practically pushed me inside but as she stood behind me, she brought her head down to my level to speak closer to my ear.

   "You see, Chrissie?" she said softly, "there 's everything a little sissy could ever hope for--over there is your dresser, which I've stocked with lots and lots of plastic panties, rumba panties, diaper shirts and sissy tops. And you have your very own crib to sleep in, with a nice waterproof vinyl mattress cover in case your diapers ever leak. I've collected a big assortment of baby dresses that I know you'll just love--see all the colors and styles? All in pretty pastel colors, although as you can see, pink has always been my favorite, just as I'm sure it's yours too."



   My head was swimming as she extolled the many wonderful items of this babyish room, which looked to all intentions to be that for a two or three year-old toddler, rather than a young man of thirteen. The walls were papered with a nursery print design of giraffes and bunnies over a pink and lilac background. There were dollies arranged next to a box of plastic building blocks and next to the crib was a vinyl covered changing table, large enough to accommodate my semi-adult frame.



   suc-king nervously on my pacifier as I tried to take all this in, I suddenly felt Barbara's hands on my waist as she began pulling my shirt up and off of my torso without warning. I squealed in protest which was dutifully muffled by the pacifier filling my mouth but nevertheless, in seconds, I was shirtless.



   "Its time to get you changed, Chrissie," she announced happily, "I'm sure you must be very anxious to be pinned into your new diapers."

   I shook my head and tried to stop her but she was both quick and deft and despite my efforts to stop her, she got my pants unbuttoned and was bringing them down quicker than I thought possible. My struggling caused me to stumble and I fell over, landing with an unceremonious thud on the carpeted floor.



   "Careful Chrissie, you don't want to hurt yourself do you?" she said as she succeeded in removing my shoes and pants.

   All the time I was whimpering and protesting, trying to communicate my desire to keep my clothes on but she only ignored my muffled jabbering.



   "I have a lovely top that I just know you'll think is the cutest thing," she said as she picked up a white and pink t-shirt sort of garment.

   "And after we've got you all dressed and diapered, we can do some coloring in your Barbie coloring books--would you like that?" she asked hopefully.

   I shook my head but she was already pulling the soft fuzzy top over my arms. It had short, puffy, elasticized pink sleeves and birdseye lace around the cropped hem. But what really made me cringe was the cartoon applique on the front and word 'Princess' in childish writing on the chest.



   "Oh, that looks just wonderful on you," she enthused, "but these ugly underwear simply won't do."

   "Come look at your new underwear Chrissie," she said as she had me step over to the changing table, "Stacks and stacks of bunny soft diapers, for you to wear and wet from now on. No more pretending to be a big boy anymore. And there are all kinds of plastic panties in the cutest designs so no need to worry about leaking either."

   That was it. I had reached as far as I could go with this crazy woman. There was no way she was going to dress me up like a baby, put me in diapers and do whatever it was she wanted with me. I had no plan in mind, only that I was going to get out of here and run as fast as my legs could carry me. I was reasonably sure I could outrun her in those heels of hers, I just needed to get a head start.



   "Stop it!!" I shouted angrily as I spit out that accursed pacifier, "I'm not wearing any damn diapers and you can go to hell!" I shouted indignantly.

   Barbara's face registered genuine shock, but she quickly recovered and steeled herself for a confrontation. It was only then that I noticed she was blocking my way to the door, to say nothing of the fact that my pants were still on the ground.



   "Chrissie, you'll learn that I do not tolerate misbehavior or any cursing of any kind in my house.

   "I was hoping we could get through a day without you going over my lap but I guess I was wrong," she told me sternly. Standing before me authoritatively with her slim hands on her hips, her big breasts seemed to thrust out defiantly.



   With a swiftness I was unprepared for, she suddenly clenched my wrist in her hand and jerked me over to the crib which had one side already open. Taking a seat on the edge of the plastic covered mattress, she flung me over her lap and yanked my Batman underwear down.

   "NOOOOO!!!" I cried as I saw her reach in front of me to snatch her wooden paddle.



   "Chrissie, I hope your little tantrum was worth the tears you're about to shed," she said tersely, "I'm going to give you the spanking you so richly deserve."

   Before I could think how to respond, I felt her paddle slap my bottom with the scorching wallop of buckshot.



   CRACKKKK!!!





   I howled out and kicked instinctively just as she swatted me again even harder.



   SMACK!!! WHACKKK!!



   Unable to maintain my composure a second longer, I burst into tears just as her paddle rained down on my defenseless cheeks again and again. With crisp, angry swats, she spanked me with a vengence, turning my pale cheeks from pink to a bright fire-engine red in a matter of seconds. She peppered my bottom, swinging her wooden paddle in a punishing rhythm as I wailed helplessly and shook my fists in frustration. I saw now how foolish I had been, thinking I could stand up to her. Her sexy nature automatically made one inclined to underestimate her but I wasn't underestimating her now!

   Bawling like a baby, my legs scissored in the air as I my underwear went flying into another corner of the room. Through eyes brimming with tears, I gazed back at her high heeled sandals, spread slightly apart to support my weight as she held me securely with one hand and spanked me mercilessly with the other. Every cruel slap of her paddle on my soft, tender cheeks reduced my will to resist her until I was willing to do anything--anything in the world, just to make the terrible spanking stop.



   SMACK! CRACKKKK!!! WHACKKK!! SMMACKKK!!



   Her fearsome paddle seared itself across my cheeks like a swarm of hornets as I sobbed and cried helpessly against her superior will and strength.



   At long last, she stopped my painful punishment.

   I lay over her lap, too weak to get up, my face wet with tears as I bawled like a naughty toddler.

   "Are you ready to behave yourself now?" she asked patiently.

   Howling miserably, I did my best to respond in the affirmative.

   "That's a good little boy," she said, all traces of anger suddenly gone.

   Helping me to my wobbly feet, she hugged me to her big cushiony bosom, rubbing my back and speaking softly into my ear.

   "There there, Baby, its all over now, everything's going to be okay...."



   I shifted my feet from one to another as I practically danced in her arms but my buns stung so much I couldn't stop crying. My tears splashed down onto the exposed buttery skin of her soft breasts, trickling down the deep crevice of her cleavage.

   "There there, little sissy," she cooed as she kissed my ear, "Go ahead and cry, it'll do you good."



   I hated the fact she had such complete control over me and I bawled in frustration, even as I felt her big, warm, soft breasts pressing against my chest.

   She continued to stroke my back and comfort me, occasionally kissing a tear from my cheek tenderly.

   "Thaaat's it, Chrissey," she whispered, "Get it all out....cry like the little sissy you are..."



   She talked to me warmly and without anger, although I found her words extremely humiliating to have to hear.

   With the loving care of a mother, she started gently rocking me as she began softly singing a lullaby in my ear; "Mommy's going to put her little baby in diapers...diapers...diapers to keep her dry..."

   I certainly didn't want to wear diapers but I wasn't about to try and stand up to her again.



   Stepping back from her, I wiped the tears from my face with a swipe of my arm as I gazed at her pretty face. Still sobbing uncontrollably, with my breath heaving in my chest, I looked into her deep, captivating eyes. I saw nothing but love and affection, motherly love that I hadn't felt for many years but the pain that was raging across my backside still filled me with anger and resentment towards her.



   "Come along Chrissie, it's time for us to get you changed into your diapers and plastic panties now."

   Gently, she led me over to the wide vinyl covered changing table and set me down where I winced in pain as my hot bottom came into contact with it. A fresh set of tears burst from my eyes and Barbara responded by smiling understandingly and pushing my pacifier gently back into my mouth.



   "Now, I know you want to act like you don't like this but we both know you do," she told me in no uncertain terms, "All sissies love their diapers and in no time--you'll feel naked without them.   

   "But don't worry--I want you to know that from now on, you'll never be without them. And you are never to touch them either--understand? The only ones who have permission to change you or touch your diapers in any way are adults--okay, Chrissie?"



   I nodded miserably as she smiled with satisfaction down on me.

   "That's mommy's good little girl," she said to me.

   She took a trio of cloth diapers that were stacked neatly next to the table and positioned them below me. Lifting me up easily by the ankles, she slide them under and began working them around beneath me for a proper fit.



   I protested weakly and incoherently as she smeared diaper rash creme across my hot, stinging buns, then set me down on the soft, pillowy mass of cotton.

   "You don't have to worry about wetting anymore Chrissie," she said cheerfully as if it were a big problem for me, "See the extra soaker pads that are sewn into these? They'll be sure to hold all your pee, even after a long night of wetting. They're even called Bedwetters, and they were specifically designed for big sissies like you that wet a lot."



   I felt so childish as she sprinkled fragrant baby powder all over my loins  and even up onto my chest. The infantile scent assailed my nostrils and breathing deeply of it, I felt transported back to my childhood.

   "Here's one pink bunny pin," she announced merrily as she held the bulky sides together and pushed the safety pin into the cloth to secure it.

   "And here's the other," she said, doing the same with the other side.

   "There! Look at you!" she exclaimed as her long-nailed creamy hand gently patted the front of my now thickly diapered crotch, "Your very first diaper since your mommy potty trained you. Now, all you need is a pretty pair of plastic baby panties!"

   suc-king anxiously on my pacifier, I squirmed nervously as she leaned over and began sifting through my new dresser for a covering.

   "Here we are!" she said brightly, "Perfect for a sissy's first day in diapers!"



   Holding them before me, I gazed in dismay at the white translucent plastic panties decorated with blocks and rattles. Pink birdseye lace lined the legs and waist and without delay, she began working them over my feet and down my legs towards my hips.

   "See how these are partially clear?" she asked, "That way, Mommy can tell when her little baby girl has wet herself."

   I shuddered at the thought even as I noticed her subtle change of pronouns when she referred to me.

   Bending over me as she went about her business, I gazed absently at her big sexy breasts within her tight top as they swung ponderously before me.



   Tugging the soft waterproof panties up my legs, she worked them over the thick, bulging diaper until the elastic waistband was hugging my skin. Taking the baby powder, she powdered between my legs and then softly rubbed it into my tender skin.

   "Oh my, you look soo cute," she gushed happily, "So completely natural in diapers, just like a perfect little sissy girl."

   I blushed hotly and whimpered around my pacifier as she helped me to stand up. The thick bulk between my legs felt awkward and I was forced to stand with my legs slightly apart.



   "Come take a look at yourself in the mirror, Chrissie," she said as she led me over to a full length mirror in the corner of the room, "You're so cute I just want to eat you up!"

   She emphasized her point by squeezing the thick seat of my diapers, making me squeal with surprise like a girl.

 

   Looking at my childish reflection, I blushed fiercely as I beheld myself for the first time. My legs, which had always been smooth and free of any hair, only added to my babyish appearance and with my pink sissy top and bulging diapers, I truly looked like a toddler. And the fact that I was still sniffling around the big rubber pacifier stuffed in my mouth served to complete my humiliating look.

   "Now I'm afraid since you acted up earlier, Mommy's going to have to put you down for your naptime now," Barbara said, a trace of disappointment in her voice.



   Leading me over to the crib, she helped me in and tucked me in tenderly, pulling the baby blankets up and putting a teddy bear under one of my arms. She raised the side bars and then to my surprise, lowered a closing top which made the crib a veritable cage! Taking a stout lock, she fed it through a hasp at the edge and locked it shut.

   "That should keep baby in her place," she said, "Now you just hold still, and Mommy will get you your bottle, Honey."



   Instinctively, I reached out and felt the wooden bars that surrounded my new prison--they were strong and quite secure.

   Before long, Barbara returned with an extra large baby bottle in her hand.

   "Here you are, Chrissie, a nice big bottle of warm milk. Now I want you to make sure you completely finish that before I come in again for you," she warned me with a wag of her long nailed finger, "Little sissies that do what they're told get treats but those that disobey get spanked. Okay Sweety?"



   I nodded my head sullenly as I took the bottle from her.

   Reaching between the bars, she pulled my pacifier out and pushed the big rubber nipple of the bottle between my lips.



   "That's a good baby," she cooed musically, "Nurse on your ba-ba."

   She stood there to watch me for a bit, just to make sure I was going to do as I was told and then she turned to go, making sure the Care Bears nightlight was on.

   "Sweet sissy dreams, Chrissie," she sang out as she softly closed the door.



   Quickly removing the bottle from my mouth, I set it down next to me, pouting miserably in frustration. Never in my entire life had I been so completely humiliated! Oh, how I hated this woman! She'd punished me far worse than anyone had ever come close, and yet, I was so helpless before her! My cheeks burned with shame over my babyish outfit, even as my bottom cheeks burned from the recent paddling. To think I was wearing diapers and plastic pants! How had this ever happened to me?



   One thing was for sure--as soon as my mom found out, there would be hell to pay. I intended to explain everything to her--well, maybe not everything. I'd do my best to down play certain things. I had no intention of describing the diapers I was forced to wear for instance. But I'd be sure to tell her this crazy woman had done everything humanly possible to humiliate me. She'd be as indignant as I was and then I'd never have to see Barbara again.



   Lying back in the semi darkness, I sighed in frustration.

   On the other hand, who was I kidding? My mom would probably applaud Barbara for so thoroughly punishing me. Maybe she'd even agree to some long term arrangement for me to stay here. God, how terrible would that be?



   Pouting to myself in misery, my mind began wandering and I found myself once again thinking about Barbara's tremendous curvy breasts. Man oh man, they were huge, I thought to myself. Her skin was so soft and her round boobs so plump and sexy. Without warning, my pen-is sprang to attention and I reached down to it without thinking. Unfortunately, my hand was separated by the snug plastic panties I was wearing and several thick layers of cushiony cotton diaper.



   Impatient to stroke myself, I began rubbing the soft pliable front of my diapers, which resulted in a wonderful, pleasurable massage of my aching pen-is. Waves of ecstasy washed over me as I used the other hand to join in. Much as I hated my humiliating new underwear, I had to admit they felt fantastic between my hands and my hard on. Spreading my legs, it only took a moment before I had one of the most powerful orgasms of my entire young life, making me shudder with joy in the crib. It left me gasping for air and it was several seconds before my eyes finally uncrossed.



   As I lay there, coming down from the high of my climax, the full weight of my shame hit me like a stack of bricks. Here I was, dressed like a little baby girl and I had just used my diapers to masturbate into. Worse yet--it had felt better than anything I'd ever experienced. As hard as I tried to, I couldn't stop Barbara's words from ringing in my head: "All sissies love their diapers and in no time--you'll feel naked without them...All sissies love their diapers and in no time--you'll feel naked without them..."   



   Was I really a sissy? I despised myself for proving her right. Looking down in the soft light at the shiny plastic of my bulging diapers, a new wave of humiliation swept through me. Only a complete sissy would be caught wearing these! And yet, they felt cozy and wonderful. I was so confused! In my angst, I cried myself to sleep.

[Baby Bobby2]

Chapter Three   A Visit From Melissa



   I slept the better part of the afternoon, despite the unfamiliar, awkward bulk between my legs and the crinkly vinyl waterproof mattress cover I was lying against.



   In my dreams, Barbara was letting me kiss her wonderful big breasts, unbuttoning her tight top to reveal more and more of her soft, silky smooth skin. She smelled lovely and I luxuriated in her intoxicating closeness.



   I woke up slowly and as I did, I found myself rubbing the front of my diapers with eager abandon. Once again, I found the combination of soft, comforting cotton to be more than I could stand, and in no time, I came explosively as visions of Barbara swam before my blurred, half closed eyes.



   Like deja vu, once the rush of the orgasm had faded, I was crushed by shame. Here I was, fantasizing about my arch foe--a woman who had reduced me into a simpering, sissy baby girl! How low had I sunk? Yet, I was a helpless slave to my lustful desires. There was no denying Barbara's beauty and incredible sex appeal. How could anyone resist such a woman? Subconsciously, I realized it was just one more weapon in her arsenal that she used against weak willed guys like me. And I was completely defenseless against her!



   Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the nursery room door open and recognized the hourglass silhouette of Barbara coming in.

   "Hello Chrissie," she called out softly, "Is my little baby awake?"

   "Uh-huh," I answered.



   She turned on the light and came over to the crib, bending over to look in   on me. I took the opportunity to stare down the front of her low cut top and I gaped at her magnificent boobs. Even having c-um so recently, I felt my little pen-is beginning to stiffen within my diapers.

   "Chrissie? Did you finish your milk like I told you?" she asked suspiciously.



   I had completely forgotten about it and bleated out a nervous 'oops' as she picked it up.

   "You're a naughty little sissy!" she scolded me but I sensed she wasn't really angry, "I'm going to re-warm this and then you are to finish it immediately. I'll let you get away with this on this occasion but the next time is going to cost you a spanking."

   I gulped hard as she strode out of the room, determined to avoid another blistering session with her paddle.



   It wasn't long before she returned and after handing me the bottle, she unlocked my crib top and lowered the side rail. I wasted no time in nursing from the bottle and as she helped me up, she squeezed the thick seat of my diapers.

   "Did mommy's baby wet her pampers?" she asked in a syrupy voice.



   "Un-uh," I mumbled and I blushed nervously, hoping she wouldn't put her hand down the front and discover the big gooey wet spot from where I had c-um twice. That would be a sure way to end up taking another trip over her lap.

   "Okay, well, we can wait on changing your diapers, let's find a pretty outfit for you to wear," she said eagerly as she took my hand and led me over to the closet.



   I was amazed at all the frilly dresses and rompers she had, and I suspected some of them must have come from her store. Her hands stopped at a silky lilac colored dress and she pulled it out, putting up before me to see how it would look.

   "Oh, that will be just darling, she exclaimed with great enthusiasm, "the purple in this dress goes just perfect with your baby blue eyes--you'll be just the prettiest little thing!"



   I blushed in embarrassment and she helped me out of the sissy top I had worn for my nap. Holding my arms up dutifully, she brought the dress over my head and fitted it into place. It was made of soft, purplish-lilac silk material with a peter pan style collar and a white frilly bodice. Short puffy sleeves ended with elasticized delicate lace, causing them to billow out on either side of my shoulders and masking my boyish torso. The hem, which I soon discovered was extremely short, barely came down past the waistband of my diapers.



   "These are all cut very short, so that diaper changes are much easier," she explained as she buttoned it up in back, "And they all have a secure tie string in back, which prevents any unauthorized removal--this dress will stay on until I decide to take it off."

   I had to stand patiently while she fastened it up carefully, tying the back in a knot I knew I'd never be able to reach, never mind undo. Taking me back over to the crib, she sat me on the edge of the mattress while she went back to the dresser and retrieved some socks.

   "Aren't these special?" she asked, "Look at the cute purple lace around the ankles and the little plastic pacifiers--they jingle like bells when you walk around."



   I groaned inwardly, even as I did my best to finish the big bottle of warm milk. I hated milk, especially warm, but I knew better than to make an issue of it. Unfortunately, between having already drank quite a bit and c-umming twice, I was starting to feel a real need to pee. I wasn't about to use my diapers and I figured I could just wait until my mom came by for me. It shouldn't be long now, I reasoned.



   After putting the frilly, purple trimmed anklets on me, Barbara knelt down to buckle a pair of glossy black Mary Janes onto my feet.

   "You're going to be the cutest little baby girl ever!" she gushed proudly.

   "I think the next item I need to get for you is a little purse," she said as she looked me over critically.



   "Okay, I'm sure you're getting hungry--let's get you ready for dinner," she remarked as she stood me up.

   Taking my hand, she led me down the hall and into her spacious kitchen. The fat diaper forced me to waddle and I was unaccustomed to feeling the slippery plastic bulk brushing against my inner thighs. The dress swished noisily and it made it impossible for me to forget I was dressed like a little baby girl.



   Once we got into the kitchen, Barbara helped me up into a sturdy pink highchair, much bigger than a normal one and apparently made for someone of my size. As soon as I was seated, she removed the step I had used to get into the chair which left my feet swinging uselessly. There was a matching tray that she brought over and slid into the sides of the chair where it clicked with a locking sound. If I didn't already feel helpless with that, she began securing my wrists with two pink velcro straps.



   "That's just so baby doesn't interfere with her feeding," she told me as she beeped my nose playfully.

   With the tray against my abdomen and my wrists restrained against the sides, I was completely at her mercy.

   "Now, we certainly don't want to mess up your pretty dress so here's a nice baby bib for you."



   She came around behind me and tied a big plastic Dumbo bib around my neck, carefully smoothing it down over my chest.

   "That's a good baby," she said, "now you're all ready for num-nums!"



   She wasted no time in emptying several jars of baby food onto a green plastic divided plate and with a large spoon in hand, she brought it over and set it on the tray in front of me.

   I started to squirm uncomfortably because my need to pee was getting more urgent and I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold it. At the same time, none of the slop she was about to feed me looked in the least bit appetizing and I wasn't looking forward to this meal.



   "Here we go, Chrissie, din-din time!" she sang merrily.

   Scooping up a big spoonful of something yellow, she brought it up to my lips but I blanched at the smell.

   "Un-uh," I balked weakly.

   "Open up Sissy, baby needs his veggies," she urged me.

   I turned my head but she followed my lips with the heaping spoon of slop. I was keeping my lips pursed shut but then she pinched my nose with her free hand and held it closed, smiling down on me as she waited patiently. In no time at all, I gasped for breath and she rewarded me with the entire spoonful of pureed corn. Most of it got in, although some slopped on the side of my mouth. I nearly choked on the foul tasting glop but I managed to gulp it down nonetheless.



   I wanted to wipe the food off the side of my mouth but I couldn't move my hands and Barbara was already bringing another heaping spoonful up to my face.

   "Here comes the train...into the tunnel!" she sang in some sort of nursery song.



   "Nooo--" I whimpered but she shoved it into my mouth anyway.

   "MMRPHH," I gurgled and it was all I could do not to spit it out.

   Barbara was ready with another spoonful, this time of a green colored food. I shook my head no but once again, she held my nose and forced it into my mouth. Half of it spilled down my chin and plopped onto the front of my bib.

   "Oh, you're a messy eater," Barbara chided me.



   Scooping up the slop from my bib, she combined it with another spoonful of something else and brought it up to my face.

   "Open up Chrissie, this is good for you," she assured me confidently.

   I was squirming in my seat, struggling to get away but the velcro straps kept me securely in place. On top of that, my bladder was aching and ready to burst. It was all I could do to fight Barbara's frenetic feeding pace but the need to pee was becoming even more critical. And everytime I opened my mouth enough to cry out, she filled it with more slop. By now, my chin and mouth were covered with different colors of baby food, yet she still kept bringing more to my lips. My stomach was turning somersaults and I felt queasy from the nasty food I was forced to gulp down.



   I shook my head no but once again, she held my nose closed until I was forced to gasp for breath.

   "Here you go!" she sang with a big smile as she poured another heaping spoonful of mashed peas into my open mouth.



   Struggling helplessly against my bonds, I suddenly felt the dam burst. With a plaintive cry, I felt a strong surge of hot pee flooding into my diapers. I wriggled in place and cried out, only to have Barbara shove another spoonful of slop into my mouth, muffling my wail of desperation. Another strong surge followed the first, and the warm wetness spread rapidly across the front of my diaper. I sobbed in despair and gave up in defeat, capitulating to nature's call as millions of babies had done before me. My bladder had been holding a day's worth of pee and there was no stopping it now. After soaking the front of the thick cotton cloth of my diaper, the warm pee seeped back between my legs, quickly saturating my seat. More pee followed the beginning surge, creating a warm yellow puddle between my legs. In helpless frustration, I burst into tears, the food in my mouth spilling over my jaw and down my chin.



   Barbara stopped momentarily to look down at me in sympathy.

   "Awww, what's da matter Sweety?" she said in her cutsey baby's voice, "Is Cwissie having a bad day?"



   The tears streaked down my cheeks and into the slop that was caked all over my face. My pee was still running strong and I feared it would leak out the sides and onto the seat of my highchair. Shifting in my chair, I felt the warm wet cloth squishing and clinging stubbornly to my bottom. I felt so babyish, having been forced to wet my diapers like an infant and I bawled uncontrollably.



   Barbara lowered her head sideways and gazed at the darkened front of my diapers.

   "Ahhh, I see," she beamed at me with a look of pride, "Mommy's little girl just wet her diapers!"

   I shook my wrists in frustration but the velcro straps held me all too well.



   With the palm of her hand, she placed it against the warm front of my diapers to feel my wetness.

   "Oh my, you are quite the little wetter, aren't you?" she giggled, "I'm glad I triple diapered you, but don't worry Honey, those plastic panties will keep it all in.



   "Tell you what," she suggested, "We'll finish up dinner and then I'll get you into a nice, fresh set of pampers, okay?"  

   Without responding, I just sat there and cried like a toddler. Ever since I had seen her, Barbara had been forcing me to her will and I was sick of it. I was so angry I wanted to scream and I hated myself for crying but I couldn't seem to stop. Once started, I could no more stop my crying than I could my wetting.



   Just then, the doorbell rang and I froze in position.

   "You just stay right there," she said unnecessarily as she set the spoon and plate down on the tray, "I'll be right back."

   I watched with trepidation as she sauntered off, her sexy bottom sashaying and her high heels clicking across the hardwood floor as she went to the front door. I was terrified of being seen like this and I kicked my feet helplessly as I struggled in futility to free myself. What was I going to do if someone saw me like this? With my soaking wet diapers, baby food caked face, and the fact that I'd obviously been crying, I looked no better than a crabby two year-old.



   Opening the door, Barbara stood aside as she greeted her caller in a friendly voice.

   "Hello Melissa!" she exclaimed as she gave her friend a big hug, "Come in, come in!"



   I watched in horrified panic as a tall, raven haired woman stepped into the entranceway. She was quite a looker and she was dressed smartly as well. Black leather high heeled boots accented her skin tight pants showing off her fabulous physique. She had a white blouse, unbuttoned to the waist and underneath, what looked like a black corset that pushed her sexy breasts into two exciting mounds of feminine glory.



   But right now, I sat cringing as she turned to face me, the look of disapproval plain to see on her pretty face. I had never felt more like a complete loser in all my life.

   "I hope I haven't come by at a bad time," she said cautiously to Barbara.



   "No, not at all! In fact, you're timing couldn't be better. Chrissie was just finishing up his dinner and he's already wet himself so I was just going to change him. I'll get him cleaned up before you start so it's a perfect time to get his measurements," she explained.



   My face, already covered with colorful baby food, just turned another shade of deep red.

   Melissa came over to get a better look at me and I sat there sniffling, puffy eyed, with slop caked all over my face. She shook her head at what she saw--a teen-aged guy wearing a dress and wet diaper who looked helpess without his mommy.



   "What a sissy," was all she said as she shook her head.

   "He certainly is," Barbara confirmed, "I knew right off when I first saw him he was either a panty thief or momma's boy. I was able to get some information from his mother and when I brought him over, I put him straight into diapers and baby clothes. I think this stage suits his immature, whiny personality the best--dressed like a two-year old toddler. No bras and panties for him--it'll be diapers and onesies from now on," she chuckled smugly.



   I felt myself blushing all the way to my ears at her humiliating appraisal of me.

   Melissa had crossed her slim, toned arms over her prominent bosom as she watched Barbara take a warm washcloth and wipe my face of food and the tears I'd cried. I was devastated to be seen like this and I kept my eyes on the floor, unable to look this tall, strong woman in the face.



   When Barbara was finished and my bib had been removed, she undid the velcro straps around my arms and pulled out the locking tray in front of me.

   "Come on Chrissie," she said brightly, "Let's go get those wet diapers changed."

   She emphasized her point by giving my thickly diapered seat a slap which landed with a dull thud.



   I trudged along behind her as she held my hand and led me back to the nursery, Melissa coming along behind us.

   "D-does she hafta watch?" I whimpered in my pleading voice.

   Barbara turned to look at me in surprise.

   "Don't you worry your pretty little head about that, Sweety, you'll be seen by all my friends sooner or later so this is something you'll just have to get used to."



   I pouted and stamped my feet in frustration over the unfairness of it all.

   "There's no point in getting fussy, Chrissie--you can bet some of them will want to change you themselves, once they see you what a big baby you really are."

   Sitting me down on the changing table, Barbara pushed the short lacey hem of my dress up my chest, further exposing my sopping wet diapers. I blushed hotly with shame as Melissa stared down at me hard, not a trace of sympathy to be found on her stern face.



   With Barbara's long glossy fingernails, she reached into the clinging elastic waistband of my plastic panties and began tugging them down over the wet cotton cloth.

   "As you can see, a big sissy wets quite a lot; I'm using triple thick diapers with a soaker pad for him which is just what he needs--that, and a good snug pair of plastic panties."



   Melissa started fishing in her purse and she got out a pen and paper, along with a small measuring tape. I hadn't the slightest idea what she had in  mind but to be honest, that was the last thing on my mind. Not only was this strange woman seeing me with wet diapers, she was also about to discover just how small my wiener was.



   My pen-is had always been an acute source of embarrassment for me. It seemed that after about the second grade, it had just stopped growing and it was by any standards, tiny. While the rest of my body had grown more or less normally, my pen-is remained stunted and disproportionately small. I had always hoped that puberty would spur the growth somehow but so far, I hadn't seen any evidence of that.

   I squirmed in embarrassment as Barbara unpinned the sides of my diaper and peeled the soaking wet cloth back.



   "OH-MY-GOD," Melissa exclaimed in shock, "Is that thing real?"

   Barbara stopped my changing as she burst into laughter, her hand coming to rest on her friend's shoulder as she shook with amusement.

   "Yes, that's all there is," she said as soon as she could talk again, "Do you see what I meant about needing a custom device?"

   "Oh my god yes," Melissa nodded her head, "I've never seen a pen-is that small! It must be an inch or so!"

   Without waiting, she held her tape measure down next to my wilted, humiliated member, scrutinizing the size carefully.



   "Yes, that'll be a total custom order for sure," she affirmed.

   "Can you do it?" Barbara asked hopefully, "Even the Birdlocked Mini will be way too big for him."

   "Oh yes, way too big," she agreed, "No, this one will be completely hand made to fit him."

   I had no clue what they were talking about but I wished Barbara would finish and cover me back up. It was mortifying laying here while these two made fun of my diminutive wiener.



   "What are you measuring for?" I asked uncertainly in a small, feeble voice.

   Barbara just smiled down at me before taking my pacifier and pushing back it into my protesting mouth.

   "There you are Sweety, this is just grown-up talk that doesn't concern you. You just suc-k on your paci."



    I pouted in frustration and did as I was told, but I wished I knew what they were talking about.

   "Do you shave his legs and crotch?" Melissa asked in wonder.

   "No, not at all," Barbara laughed, "This is how he came to me, bald as a baby, even around his little package here."

   I blushed hotly at her keen observation.

   "His legs are so girlish," Melissa remarked disparagingly, "I thought maybe you'd waxed them or something."



   Barbara giggled and shook her head as she removed the heavy wet diaper from underneath me, plopping it into a sturdy plastic bin.

   Melissa took her tape and ran it around the base of my genitals, noting the figure on her pad.

   "I'll have to get a measurement of him erect--can you do that?" she asked.



   "Sure thing," Barbara replied and she picked up a bottle of baby lotion that was next to the changing table. Squeezing some in her hand, she began rubbing it gently around my shriveled, embarrassed pen-is.

   "Do you like big breasts, Chrissie?" she said as she undid the uppermost button on her top.



   I was extremely humiliated with what was taking place but as I stared at the perfectly round shapes of her sexy bosom, my wiener responded all too predictably. In no time, it was stiff and hard, throbbing within her soft, sensuous grip as she smiled down upon me.

   I groaned with desire and yearning for a third orgasm even though a part of me was saying I should show some dignity to resist her.

   "There you are," she said as she released my slick pen-is, "I think that's as big as it's going to get."



   Melissa just shook her head in amazement.

   "Unbelievable, it looks like a stubby crayon."

   Afraid it would collapse without further stimulation, Melissa hurried to measure it with her tape, jotting down the last figure on her pad.

   "Got it," she said with finality, "So, does he masturbate quite a lot then?"

   I shook my head no and bleated out a muffled protest but they both ignored me as if I didn't exist.



   "His mother told me he's a chronic masturbator, that's why I wanted to get this as soon as possible," Barbara informed her.

   "Yes, he looks like a little masturbator, I'll bet he does it several times a day."

   It was clear she thought of me as a nasty little perv and I blushed, shaking my head vigorously in disagreement.

   "I'm sure of it," Barbara agreed, "Is there any way you can put a rush on that?"



   "How about a week?" she responded, "This one is going to take longer than usual due to how tiny he is."

   "I understand, do what you can," Barbara told her.

   If only I knew what they were talking about!



   Barbara had slid another tall stack of fresh diapers beneath me and she pinned them around my hips as they made small talk between themselves. I was totally forgotten as they laughed and talked about the men in their life--real men, they emphasized, and it made me jealous as hell to have to sit there getting my diapers changed like a toddler and act like I couldn't hear them.



   Barbara finished my changing as she pulled a pair of soft pink plastic panties up my legs.

   "Here you are, Chrissie, all diapered and ready for bed. I'll just get you some jammies to wear."

   I whimpered around my pacifier and made it obvious my disapproval.

   "No, it's 7:30 Chrissie. That's bedtime for sissies who wear diapers," she told me firmly.



   Moving behind me, she began untying the knot she'd made earlier at the back of my dress and she pulled it over my head. After she hung it back up, she brought over a fuzzy white onesie with bunny designs decorating it. I fussed crankily as she worked it over my head and pulled it down over my chest and waist. It had a big row of pink ruffles around the elasticized waist with smaller matching ruffles around the leg openings. Reaching between my legs, she snapped closed the four metal snaps between the legs, making the soft fuzzy fabric cling snugly to my bulging diapers. Somehow, I found this babyish garment even more humiliating to be dressed in--maybe because it also signified my early bedtime and the crib I'd soon be sleeping in.



   Catching sight of myself in the full length mirror, I couldn't believe how sissyish I looked. My fat diapers gave me a distinctive bell shape with the big ruffles looking like a sissy belt. My glossy mary janes only added further to the effect although Barbara soon removed them and put them away.



   "I'm going to get you your bedtime bottle and then it's off to the crib for you, Missy," she said as she rose to her feet.

   I chewed the fat rubber nipple that filled my mouth in acute frustration as Melissa ignored me and made a call on her cell phone, telling someone about the measurements she'd just taken. I was impatiently waiting for my mom who should have come over by now and I didn't understand what was taking her so long. If she didn't come over soon, I'd be in bed already and I was afraid she'd leave me here.

   Melissa left without so much as a goodbye and while I thought she had a sexy body, I was very intimidated by her and was relieved to see her go.



   Barbara soon returned with the bottle of warm milk and she guided me to my crib with stern admonitions to drink it all or I'd start off tomorrow with another sore bottom. As soon as the pacifier was out of my mouth, I began squealing for an end to this.

   "When's my mom gonna come get me?" I whined, "I don't wanna play baby anymore."

   Barbara was very patient and she sat me down on the edge of the crib mattress while she picked up the teddy bear that was lying there.

   "Chrissie, it's time for you to face a few facts. Your mommy isn't coming to get you...not tonight, and not anytime in the future. We've talked about your behavior and it's been decided that you'll be staying with me from now on."



   My jaw dropped open in shock as I tried to digest this devastating news.

   "I know this must seem like a lot to take in one day, Chrissie, but believe me, it's all for the best," she continued.

   I shook my head in disbelief as I struggled for words to say.

   "I can see you're upset but there's nothing to worry about, Honey. Nothing at all. Because I'm going to make sure you're the cutest, best behaved little baby girl any mother could hope for.



   "Don't you see how this is what you really need? We both know that deep inside, you're just a little sissy that's dying to get out. And I'm going to make that happen for you. You don't have to worry about being a tough little guy anymore, trying to act like something you're not and you don't have to be responsible anymore...I'm you're new mommy and I'm taking away all your responsibilities from now on.



   "I've got lots of fun toys for you to play with, some cute dollies and coloring books, some big plastic building blocks and tomorrow, I'm getting a big playpen so you can play in the living room while I'm entertaining my girlfriends."

   She told this to me like it was something I really wanted but it was all horrifying news to me. All this time, I had been waiting and counting on my mom to come rescue me from this domineering, controlling woman. I still couldn't believe she wasn't coming.



   "But I don't want any of that!" I whined strenuously, "I'm not a baby and I don't wanna wear diapers anymore."

   Despite my best efforts to give the appearance of being strong, hot tears, brought on by panic, began brimming in my eyes.

   "You poor little sissy," Barbara said soothingly, "I know this must seem rather unfair and a bit overwhelming...after all, just this morning you were a big teenage boy in class and now you're a diaper wetting baby being put to bed in your crib.



   "But it's really all for the best, Honey, believe me," she repeated, "Your mom and I talked it over and we agreed this is just what you need. You don't belong in school, wearing your jeans and trying to fit in with the other guys. Where you belong is in a nursery, wearing diapers and dresses and that's just what I'm going to do for you. You won't have to figure out what to wear anymore because I'll do that for you. I'll dress you in the morning--after I've changed your wet diapers that is--and I'll decide what to feed you. I'll decide where you can play with your toys and I'll decide when your naptime is."



   I was shaking my head silently as the tears spilled down my face. My shoulders began to shake as the finality of my situation came crashing down on my like an iron portcullis. Barbara was too strong for me to face physically and she'd already shown that I was no match for her mentally either.



   Taking the bottle out of my hand, Barbara gently stood me up and led me over to a plush love seat situated in the corner of the room.

   "There, there, Baby," she said in her soothing voice, "Don't cry now...tell you what--I know just what baby needs, you come right over here."



   I didn't want anything to do with her but I didn't fight her as she sat down and guided me into a lying position over her lap. As I looked up into her pretty eyes, her massive bosom was just inches from my face and I suc-ked my breath in as I gaped at it's fabulous shape. Barbara smiled down on me as she saw I was momentarily distracted and I watched as she slowly undid the first button on her top. I knew she was manipulating me--it was only too obvious, and I hated her for it. Yet, there was no way I could resist her either. Even as the tears trickled down my cheeks, my pen-is was hardening and becoming erect within the soft, comforting folds of my diaper. I was angry with her for what she was doing to me but I was completely powerless to hold back my libido.

   I watched in captive fascination as she undid the next straining button, and then the next, until her clinging top was pulled aside and the front of her white lacy bra was exposed before me. I had never seen a bra this close, not even my mom's, since she made a point of hiding them from me. Of course, I'd masturbated to pictures in magazines before but this was the real deal!



   I found my breath becoming labored as I greedily took in the unbelievable sight before me. The smooth, satiny cups of her bra were so sexy, and my eyes were riveted, taking in every detail for the first time.

   My lips were dry and I licked them nervously as Barbara used her lovely manicured fingers to undo the clasp that held her two huge cups together.

   "Don't cry, Chrissie...Mommy's going to give you something all little babies need."



   Having been shy all my life and having never kissed a girl prior to this morning, I was quite overwhelmed with my present circ-umstances. My face was flushed and my heart was pounding in my chest as I squirmed uncomfortably on her lap. As she eased her right cup away, I stared dumbfounded as she pulled it back, revealing more and more of her incredible plump breast. It was as big as my head!



   "These are just bursting with milk, Chrissie," she beamed down at me, "And I'm going to make sure you get your fill everyday."

   I whimpered weakly, pleading with her that I wasn't ready for this. She smiled warmly and cupped her big round mammary in her small hand, positioning her large pink aureole in front of my face.

   "This is what you need, little sissy, a nice warm nipple and mommy's milk to sooth you."



   I shook my head and closed my eyes in panic but I felt the damp tip brush against my lips.

   "No...no...please..." I whimpered  as I blinked back more tears.

   "There, there, little baby, open up for mommy now..." she urged me softly, "Take mommy's pink nipple....time to suc-kle....open up my little sissy."



   I felt her gently pressing it against my lips as her other hand reached around to cradle my head, effectively trapping me. I squirmed and squealed but I couldn't escape. I felt her firm, urgent nipple between my lips and as I struggled and pleaded with her, she gently pushed it into my mouth, filling it and muffling any further complaints. A sob was stifled as I tasted her warm nipple on my tongue. Still trying to speak, the movements of my jaws flexing around her breast brought forth a stream of strange tasting liquid to my mouth and my eyes popped open in surprise.



   "That's right baby," she said as she smiled down on me knowingly, "Mommy's got her own milk for you."

   I whimpered weakly as she gently stroked the back of my head and without thinking, I began nursing like an infant.

   "Thaaat's a good baby," she whispered softly to me, "That's mommy's little baby."

   My face was red with embarrassment at this uniquely infantile act but despite that, my pen-is was rock hard in my diapers.

   "This is what you're going to get everyday from now on, because all babies need their milk," she cooed gently in my ear, "And guess what? Some of my friends are lactating too so you'll get the chance to nurse from them as well."



   I suc-ked feverishly now and was rewarded with a steady stream of her maternal nectar. I swallowed it and hungrily suc-ked harder, my head spinning at what was taking place. Never in my wildest imaginings would I have pictured what I was doing. It was humiliating in the extreme, yet my heart was pounding with excitement. Barbara's big breast tasted wonderful in my mouth and the scent of her skin was like ambrosia. As I nursed like a baby from her bountiful bosom, I felt a sexual wave swelling within me and my pen-is throbbed mightily.



I could feel my blood coursing through me like electricity and I was breathing heavily through my nose. At the same time, my c-um was bubbling up, closer and closer and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

   With an inevitability I knew I couldn't resist, I climaxed with an explosive force in my diapers. Howling noisily, Barbara kept my mouth firmly in place with her big nipple filling my mouth like a gag as I moaned deliriously. My eyes crossed and my head swam as I tried to cope with the magnitude of my incredible orgasm while my body convulsed and shuddered in ecstasy. I could feel a big gooey wet spot forming in the front of my diaper and I marveled at the fact I hadn't even touched myself.



   Barbara smiled down on me with what looked like pride on her beautiful face. Or maybe it was the smug look of her knowing she'd bent me to her will but either way, I didn't care. Right now, I was riding the delightful wave of post-orgasmic bliss, feeling my hard-on gradually beginning to soften slowly as it began shrinking down to it's usual limp form.



   For a moment, Barbara pulled her breast out of my mouth as I lay there, gasping for breath. My face was flushed and I looked up at her through half closed eyelids, suddenly feeling very sleepy.

   "Well, I think that took all of thirty seconds," she told me, "You really don't have much control do you?"



   I swallowed and looked away, extremely embarrassed with myself. It was true I had very little staying power but I'd never really given it much thought.

   "But that's okay because with aunt Melissa's help, we're going to take care of that little problem next week."

   "Wha-what do you mean?" I croaked as my breathing began to become normal again.



   "No need to worry about that, Chrissie, Mommy's got everything under control. And very soon, you will be too," she giggled.

   I sensed danger in her vague statement and felt I should press her further.

   "What do you mean? What's going to be under control?" I asked again.

   Without answering, Barbara reached over and brought the baby bottle to my mouth, easing it between my lips as she shushed me.

   "Hushhh little baby," she whispered, "It's beddie bye time for mommy's sissy girl."



   I hated being denied anything, and her ignoring my questions left me frustrated and resentful.

   Standing me up, she led me back over to the crib and tucked me in, placing the teddy bear under my free arm as she pulled the soft fuzzy blankets up around my chest.



   "There, there, Chrissie, Baby's had a big day but it's time to go to sleep now."

   Closing the top of my crib, she slipped the lock in the hasp and clicked it shut, sealing my prison for the night. The Barbie clock on the dresser read 7:32 pm.

[Baby Bobby2]

Chapter Four                         A Baby Shower For Chrissie

   Barbara peeled the soaking wet diaper off my bottom and plopped it into the big rubber bin behind her. Even though she made a point of washing my soiled diapers on a daily basis, the nursery had begun to take on that distinctive smell of a toddler's room who frequently wets--it was the pungent calling card that let everyone know the diapers I were wearing weren't just for looks.

   After the first day, I resolved to hold off my urge to go until the very last minute--that was--when I knew Barbara would be changing me anyway. It was my only means of rebelling, however small, against her implacable rule. Of course, sometimes it didn't work and I was forced to wear a wet diaper for some time before she eventually changed me. And there were times when she'd just changed me and only minutes later, I'd have an urgent need to pee that I couldn't hold. That was the worst and often, even when I told her about it, she'd still make me wear them until my usual changing time. her usual response being to tell me that "all babies need to get used to wearing wet diapers" and that it would "do me good". Nevertheless, I resented having to wear a wet diaper around for several hours at a time, especially when they were trapped inside a snug pair of plastic pants.

   Fortunately for me, I had been thus far, completely successful in hiding my frequent masturbatory activities from her. As far as I could tell--she was none the wiser that I was playing myself three to four and sometimes five times a day. And in my defense, there was little else of interest to do--it was either that, or play with her baby toys she had all over the house. But I was also convinced that it was a physical necessity as well. Barbara never wore anything that didn't show her big luscious boobs in the most flattering way possible and even after I'd c-um, the sight of her in a tight, clinging top never failed to make my pen-is begin to harden all over again.

   And during the afternoon, she'd sit down on the couch and let me breastfeed from her which inevitably resulted in another orgasm for me. Truth be told, my sex life had never been so active, although it was still entirely one-sided.

   I watched Barbara carefully now as she wiped my damp buns with a baby wipe. Her side to side movements made her big round breasts sway and jiggle in the most erotic way and my pen-is stiffened immediately. I had stopped trying to hide my sexual attraction towards her, despite what she'd reduced me to. Of course, it would have been impossible in any event, because she saw my physical reactions every time she changed my diapers. For her part, she often ignored my hard-on or giggled to herself as she powdered it and pulled my diapers back up to pin them closed. And I knew I'd be masturbating furiously without fail, the moment her back was turned so I had learned to be patient.

   We seemed to have arrived at a sort of understanding between each other. Or rather more accurately, I'd learned to obey her without question. In any case, it had been two days since she'd taken me over her lap to give me one of her blistering spankings. I certainly wasn't anxious for another.
   "Let's see..." she mused as she sifted through my bulging drawer of plastic panties, "We want something extra special for my little baby today, and do you know why?"

   I shook my head as my pacifer was in its usual place, filling my mouth with soft, pliable rubber.
   "It's your very own baby shower, Sweety!" she said merrily as she playfully beeped my nose, "Your going to have so much fun!"
   I gulped hard and squirmed uncomfortably as I pondered the implications of what she had in mind.

   "After I get you all dressed up, we're going over to my good friend Emily's  house where we're throwing a baby shower, just for you!" she gushed, "Everyone's bringing presents and I know you'll have the most wonderful time."
   She told me this as if she expected that it was the best possible news for me to hear.
   I shook my head desperately in protest. So far, my humiliating babyish treatment had been seen by only one other person, Barbara's friend Melissa, and I didn't want it going beyond those two.

   "I've got a very special baby outfit for you today--your very own sissy sailor suit--what do you think of that?"
   She pulled out my pacifier just long enough to get a response.
   "Noo!" I squealed, "P-please don't take me over there!"
   Barbara smiled down at me and pushed the warm nipple of a big bottle of milk in between my trembling lips, stifling any further argument from me.

   "Don't worry Babykins," she assured me, "I know you're very shy but my friends just can't wait to see how much of a sissy you really are."
   I whimpered in vain as I nursed from the big bottle she was holding in place before me. It was my second today and unconsciously, I knew I was going to have a tough time holding all this liquid back for long.
   "Let's see..." she said, returning to the drawer of baby pants after making me hold the bottle for myself, "...Here we are--aren't these scrumptious?"

   She held a pair of white nursery print plastic panties with colorful bunnies and flowers on it before me.
   I swallowed weakly, knowing there was little point of fighting her.
   She worked the soft, shiny panties over my feet and down my legs, surrounding the big, bulging cloth of my diapers as she carefully fitted them around my hips.
   "Oh yes, these will be just perfect with the see-thru rumba panties I have in mind," she commented.

   I nursed from my bottle as she went over to the closet and began poking around until she produced a white, frilly lace top. Bringing it over, she held it before me as if expecting me to show my unbridled enthusiasm for it. It was mostly white, with pink and baby blue accents around the short, puffy sleeves and hem. A big pink satin sash was tied in a bow across the bodice in sailor fashion and I cringed at the layered pink rows of lace along the short hem. Raising it over my head, she pulled my arms through and down over my torso. There were a pair of matching frilly panties on the hanger and she took them off to hold them open for me.

   "Here you are, Baby," she said encouragingly as she fed my feet through and worked them up my skinny legs. They were made of a soft, stretchy, see-thru material that glittered and I noted the fuzzy pink ruffles around the leg and waist. I'd never seen anything so babyish in my entire life but as she pulled them over my diapers, I realized the nursery print of my plastic panties could easily be seen through the material.

   "Oh--that is just the cutest thing," Barbara remarked glowingly.
   "Do you know you have the smoothest legs of any boy I've ever met? Just like a baby's," she remarked as she stroked my bare thigh.
   I shook my head but I don't think she was really expecting a response.

   Before long, she was pulling some pink lacey anklets over my feet and buckling my shiny black Mary Janes. I squirmed and whimpered as I contemplated being seen dressed like this. My stomach was turning somersaults and I was tense with nervousness.
   "And now, we'll do your nails in a pretty matching pink--won't that be fun?" she asked cheerfully.
   Sitting me down on the edge of my crib, she took a bottle of pink glossy nail polish and began carefully painting my fingernails, humming to herself as she worked.

   "I wish your hair was longer so we could put in curls, Chrissie," she remarked, "But don't worry, it won't be long before that happens."
   I nursed my bottle, switching hands when she'd finished the first one. Then she applied some light blusher to my cheeks and some glossy pink lipstick as I pouted for her. Finally, she sprayed me with a small bottle that said Nursery Nights on it. It smelled like a combination of things; baby powder, soft nursery scents, and something else indefinable. In any event, I smelled so babyish, it seemed to eradicate any trace of boyishness I'd ever possessed.
   "Take a look at yourself now, Chrissie," she said in an almost taunting manner as she held my hand and stood me before the full length mirror.

   I stared in awestruck silence as I gazed at the sissyish reflection in the mirror. With my slick glossy lips and light make-up, I actually looked quite attractive, albeit in a prissy kind of way. My bare legs and lacey panties and top made me look like an overgrown toddler and there was no mistaking my big, bulging diapers that announced I wasn't ready for regular underwear yet. I blushed hotly as I quivered in anticipation of someone else seeing me like this. 
   "You see?" Barbara said as she bent over next to me and we looked at my reflection together, "This is the real you. This is how you should be dressed all the time. Not in some nasty boy's clothes where you don't belong. A cute little sissy like you should be dressed prettily, in prissy clothes that allows him to show the world who he really is.

   "Of course, you're more than just a sissy--you're really just a big baby who isn't ready to grow up. And believe me, I'll make sure you don't. You're going to be my little baby girl from now on, wearing your diapers and dresses, just like a little toddler girl should."
   I gulped nervously at the picture she was painting. While I could grudgingly admit my features lent themselves well to a sort of prissier side, I didn't want to dress like this all the time.

   "Come along now Sissy," she said taking my hand, "Here's your purse with a few things I put in there just in case you need them later. But we have to be going--your new friends are all waiting for you."
   Before I could say another word, she was dragging me out the door and into her minivan, securing me in that oversized carseat in back. By now, I'd finished my bottle and she'd pushed my pacifier back into my mouth before closing the door. I squirmed helplessly, knowing there wasn't a damn thing I could do about her plans for me.

   It didn't take long before we reached our destination. Her friend Emily's house was just over in the adjacent neighborhood. As we pulled into the spacious driveway, I noted the large number of cars parked nearby, obviously from the other people who were here to see me. Looking down at my fat, frilly diapers and bare, hairless legs, I whimpered loudly to Barbara.

   Opening the sliding side door, she began unbuckling me which also provided me with another opportunity to stare down her top at her big, beautiful breasts. But unfortunately, that was the last thing on mind at the moment. The full force of what was about to happen struck me with all it's gravity and I struggled to stay where I was. There was no way I was going to let her drag me into this stranger's house so they could look at me dressed like a baby girl!
   As Barbara reached in to pull me out of the seat, I resisted her efforts, my muffled protests sounding babyish, just like my appearance. My pacifier fell out of my mouth and I tried to push her hands away to prevent her from getting me out of the van.

   "Noo!" I whined, "I don't wanna go!"
   Barbara slapped my bare thigh with her immaculately manicured hand.
   "Oww!" I cried.
   "Chrissie--it's time to mind your mommy and do as you're told."
   "But I don't wannnna!" I whimpered piteously.
   She slapped my thigh again sharply and although it wasn't that hard, I cried out in pain, tears brimming my eyes.
   "Come along now, Sissykins," she said firmly, "There are a lot of nice people waiting for you and you're being rude to make them wait."

   Stuffing my pacifier back into my mouth, Barbara pulled me out of the seat and as I exited the van, I saw several women peering out through the living room window at me and smiling. I whimpered and balled my fists in frustration when all of a sudden, I felt a stream of wetness escape into the front of my diaper. I squealed in panic, my free hand going down to cover my humiliating accident, although it was doubtful that it could actually be seen. Still, the fact that I'd already wet myself would only show these women what a sissy I was and that I really did need diapers. On the way over, it occurred to me that the best plan would be to hold it until we were leaving but now that was clearly going to be pointless. Sooner or later, my accident would be discovered and Barbara would have an opportunity to heap yet further shame on me.

   The front door opened before us and a gorgeous woman in her late thirties stood framed in the threshold, a big smile on her face as she looked down on me.
   "Hello little Chrissie!" she beamed warmly, "My name is Aunt Emily--welcome to my home."

   Sweeping my up into her arms, she hugged me closely, mashing my face against her incredibly bountiful bosom. I could barely breath but for the moment, I wasn't complaining. Her hand reached back and gently patted the ruffled seat of my diapers as she kissed me on the cheek.
   Releasing me from her wonderful embrace, Barbara and her were soon hugging and chatting eagerly between each other. They ushered me in and I was taken into her large living room, now filled with a handful of beautiful women. They were dressed in various styles, from casual to what looked like business attire although they were all very attractive and sexy, most wearing heels and enticing clothes.

   "Come in, come in," Aunt Emily said as she gently but firmly beckoned me into the middle of the room. My face went three shades of red as these hotties stared at me and giggled, one feeling the lace on the hem of my sailor suit top, another rubbing my smooth thighs while another brazenly squeezed the thick seat of my diapers. I squealed in fright that she'd discover my accident and my pacifier dropped out of my mouth.

   "Awww, the little sissy lost his paci," one of the women said with mock sincerity as she patted me consolingly on my shoulder.
   "Ladies," Barbara said in a louder voice, "This is my new sissy baby, Chrissie--Chrissie, say hi to these nice ladies."
   My mouth was parched as I looked around in panic and my heart was racing as I barely prevented another stream of pee from escaping. I couldn't speak a word!    

   Aunt Emily could see the terror in my eyes and she bent down before me, looking into my eyes with maternal warmth as she took my hands into hers.
   "Hello there, Chrissie," she said softly, "Did you know you're the prettiest little sissy I've ever seen?" Her voice was musical, sexual, and filled with kindness all at the same time. In addition, I couldn't help but stare at her wonderful, plump breasts, barely contained within a tight form-fitting top

   I'd never been called pretty before and it gave me a strange sensation--I wasn't sure whether to be proud or angry.
   Still holding my hands in hers, she looked deep into my eyes, her attractive face just inches from my own.
   "Chrissie? Are your diapers wet?" she asked full of concern, "Do you need me to take you into my nursery to be changed?"

   "Uh-uh," I croaked hoarsely. My face blushed an even deeper red as I feared she could read my mind and already knew the truth.
   "Are you sure?' she asked, a growing smile on her face.
   I shook my head vigorously as the heat went all the way down my neck to my chest. I had never been so humiliated in all my life!
   The women continued to giggle at my discomfort and I was unable to even raise my head to return their stares.

   One of the women spread out a baby blanket on the floor and she beckoned me to sit down upon it. Awkwardly, I sat down, unsure of how best to position myself, keenly aware of how obvious my fat diapers were to everyone present. All around me, the comfortably seated women looked down on me and I could see them holding gifts that were wrapped in pastel paper with nursery designs. Looking up at their crossed legs, their high heels dangling before me while I sat on the ground, gave me a feeling of inferiority that I couldn't shake.
   "Here Chrissie, here's a little present I know you'll enjoy, " a cute younger woman said, "--My name is Sarah," she added as an afterthought.

   Nervously, I licked my lips as I tore open the small, odd shaped package in a wrapping paper with building blocks on it. I saw a pink plastic ring about the size of a silver dollar and it was attached to a large rubber pacifier. Except the pacifier was shaped like a big, fat pen-is, not the usual elongated nipple. I blushed anew as everyone burst into laughter, obviously greatly amused with Sarah's gift for me.

   "I'll bet you'd much rather have that in your mouth than your old pacifier," she chuckled in a condescending manner. My face reddening, I tried to put it aside but Sarah stood up and came over to retrieve it, picking it up and removing the plastic packaging. Tossing it aside, she forcefully pushed it between my quivering lips, forcing it deep into the back of my mouth. I gagged and threw my hands up, squealing like a little girl as everyone laughed at my emasculating predicament. This woman had a cruel look in her eyes, totally unlike Aunt Emily's and I feared her instantly even as my lips submissively wrapped themselves around the big rubber coc-k filling my mouth.
   suc-king noisily on the fat rubber phallus, I squirmed helplessly as she smirked down on me with a smug look on her face.

   "I'll bet that feels natural in your mouth--hm, Chrissie?" she asked.
   Afraid to oppose her, I nodded and hung my head low.
   "Awww you poor little thing," Aunt Emily said sypathetically as she quickly came over and pulled the pacifier out of my mouth. She didn't however, remove it entirely and instead, she looped the strap around my neck for later use, "Here Honey, now here's something I know you'll just adore."

   She presented her own gift that was delicately wrapped, and it too was in nursery print wrapping paper. I gritted my teeth as I ripped it open, to discover an elaborate pink and white dress, with yards of frilly lace and bows decorating it. It was obviously expensive and Barbara knelt down to feel it herself.

   "Oh my!" she exclaimed, "Isn't it beautiful, Chrissie?"
   I nodded numbly, wondering how I'd ever come to be in this place, dressed like a baby and opening gifts made for a sissy.
   "Now thank Aunt Emily for your wonderful dress, Chrissie," she prodded me.
   I was anything but grateful but I didn't want to make Barbara angry either.

   Clearing my throat, I coughed nervously.
   "Thank you," I practically whispered.
   "Thank you--Aunt Emily," Barbara corrected me.
   "Thank you Aunt Emily," I mumbled.
   "Thank you for..." Barbara pressed.
   "Thank you Aunt Emily for the pretty pink dress," I finally blurted out, much to my embarrassment and everyone's giggles.

   "Well you're quite welcome, Sugarplum," she cooed, "And I'm very much looking forward to seeing you in it."
   Just then, a tall, dark haired woman with her hair pulled back in a severe bun stepped forward and thrust her own flat shaped package into my hands. It was long and narrow and looked suspiciously familiar.

   "My name is Mrs. Sterne," she said with an authoritative voice that could have cut through hardened steel, "And I run the Francis Merrimont Boys School."
   If Sarah had put me on edge--this woman was terrifying. Her dark eyes drilled through me like I were butter and I squirmed under her intense stare. She was quite attractive, but the firm set of her delicate jaw and the steely look in her eyes told me she meant business.

   Swallowing hard, I slowly unwrapped the gift. It was a black oak Spencer paddle with a custom leather-wrapped handle and dime sized holes cut throughout it's length. My heart pounded anxiously in my chest as I chewed my lower lip.
   Everyone else oohed and ahhed but I was afraid to look the woman in the eye.

   "I think we should give that one a try right now," she stated firmly.
   So certain was I that this forceful woman would get her way that I turned to Barbara, my eyes pleading with her for mercy.
   "Don't worry Chrissie," she chuckled, "There will be plenty of opportunities for using that later."
   While not the answer I was exactly looking for, I was nonetheless relieved that she wouldn't be using it right now.

   Looking up, I noticed a younger female that had so far, said very little. She was devastatingly pretty, like Megan Fox, with bewitching eyes and round, perfectly shaped breasts. Her long, raven colored hair spilled over her soft bare shoulders and framed her toned, athletic body. The low cut halter top she wore was achingly taut against her perky bosom and below the cropped hem, I noted her washboard flat tummy.

    I was in awe of her beauty and a little disappointed she'd been practically ignoring me thus far.
   "I know," aunt Emily suddenly suggested, "Why don't we have Chrissie sit on Victoria's lap while he opens the rest of his presents?"

   I could tell from the young woman's general demeanor that she had no interest in our proceedings and in all likelihood, she probably thought I was creepy. As if to confirm my suspicions, the dark haired beauty rolled her eyes and shook her head at aunt Emily.
   "Look, I just came along 'cause I'm friends with Barbara," she stated as she held her long nailed finger up in protest, "I don't get what you guys are into with this sissy kid and his weird party."

   The way she said 'sissy kid' so dismissively was almost worse than Sarah's overt condescending attitude towards me, maybe because she was the youngest one there and closest  to my age, although she looked to be in her twenties. But to be so callously disregarded by such a pretty woman really hurt my feelings.   
   "Now Victoria," Barbara interjected, "You'll be having your own baby soon. You really should try to nurture your maternal instincts with Chrissie here. He may be a lot older than most boys who wear diapers but he's really just a big baby deep inside.

   I tried to contradict the impression she was giving but the fat rubber pacifier only muffled my words and she talked right over me.
   "Why don't you just let him sit on your lap for a moment?"
   While they were engaged in this discussion, I felt a strong surge in my bladder, signaling that Mother Nature was ready to make a call in a big way. The last thing I wanted was for this hottie to discover my wet diapers, but how could I avoid it?

   "Naah, you hold him on your lap," Victoria countered, "I'm not into sissies--I have a real man waiting for me at home."
   "Now Victoria..." aunt Emily said persuasively, "Just humor us this one time...he won't bite--I promise you."

   "Yes, he's really the best behaved little baby you could ever ask for," Barbara added, "You haven't even given the little sweety a chance..."
   Victoria rolled her eyes again in apparent resignation.
   "I know that Chrissie would just be thrilled to sit on the lap of a pretty young woman like you," aunt Emily said with flattery, "Won't you grant his wish this one time?"

   Victoria exhaled audibly as Barbara took my hand and lifted me up. I shook my head and tried to tell her under my breath not to do it but she only ignored me, patting my diapered bottom and ushering me over. This was incredibly awkward and even though Victoria was stunningly beautiful, her obvious lack of interest in me made me loathe to be so near to her. But worse than that was my growing need to pee--I was flexing my fists and clamping my legs together just to keep it in but I knew I couldn't hold out for much longer. How would I hide it if I were sitting on her lap?

   Barbara sat me down and my bare thighs crossed Victoria's which were exposed from the short shorts she was wearing. The touch of skin to skin made me feel prickly all over and as I looked into her pretty face, her drop-dead gorgeous eyes regarded me with indifference.
   Another attractive young woman--also in her twenties--approached with a gift in her hands and she handed it over to me sweetly.

   Still tense from struggling to keep from peeing, I took the package with trembling hands and opened it anxiously. Inside were a pair of frilly rumba panties, with multiple rows of fancy ruffles across the seat and leg openings. One was pink with white lace while other was baby blue with white accents.
   As I fumbled uncertainly with the panties, the woman came over and put a comforting hand on my shoulder.
   "Don't worry Sissy--they're cut full enough to fit comfortably over diapers even as big as yours," she assured me.

   Before I could think of some sort of response, a powerful urge gripped me to pee and I barely managed to resist it. However, I sensed that some had manged to leak out just as I relaxed my muscles. I squirmed on Victoria's lap and whimpered helplessly but her only response seemed to be annoyance with me. Aunt Emily came over with another package and I knew I wasn't going to make it. With a gasp and a sob, the floodgates opened with a vengeance. A strong, hot stream of pee surged unstoppable into my diapers, saturating the front instantly. Without thinking, my hand dropped to my crotch in a futile attempt to halt the flow but my actions only served to bring attention to what was happening. Another powerful surge came on the heels of the first and Victoria was starting to realize what was taking place. My pee was already soaking into the section between my legs and seeping back into my seat, giving direct evidence to Victoria as she felt the growing heat against her legs.

   "Oh my god!! Are you peeing your diapers?!" she demanded.
   My lip trembled in fear as I beheld her angry expression but before I could respond, she dumped me unceremoniously on the floor.
   "Eww!! That is so gross!" she exclaimed.
   Looking at her tall, strappy heels, up the length of her long, toned legs, the look on her face made me afraid she was going to reach down and slap me.

   Without batting an eye, aunt Emily reached down and squeezed the thick seat of my diapers, even as I released another powerful stream. At this point, there was really no stopping it and I didn't even try.
   "It's okay," she said with assurance, "It's just a wet diaper...He can't help it--he really has no control."

   Despite myself, I felt hot tears of shame filling my eyes and one trickled down my cheek as Victoria stared down at me in disgust. Aunt Emily was running her finger around the leg holes of my rumba panties, checking for wetness as the last bit of pee flowed freely out of my bladder.
   "You see? No leaks at all," she proclaimed proudly, "His snug plastic panties kept it all in."

   "Aww, you poor thing," Sarah said with her mock sympathy.
   She was sitting closest to us and she reached down and grasped my new pacifier, stuffing the big rubber coc-k back into my mouth.
   Victoria was shaking her head as she stared down at me coldly.
   "That is so gross," she repeated.

   "Aww, come here," Aunt Emily said, genuine concern in her voice, she bent down and wrapped her arms around me, hugging me close as she consoled me in her motherly way. She buried my head into her soft, cushiony bosom and my cheeks were surrounded by her big round breasts. Her hand patted my back and then reached down, patting my well padded posterior.
   "Shushhh Baby," she cooed, "Mommy's going to change her baby's diapers--don't you worry."

   I sniffled and felt another tear tumble down my face as waves of shame washed over me. Any kind of speech was quite impossible with Sarah's pen-is pacifier filling my mouth but inexplicably, I made no move to take it out. Sarah stood up and came to my side and together, they lifted me to my feet, checking once again to make sure I wasn't leaking.

   "Come on Chrissie, let's get those wet diapers changed," aunt Emily said as she took me by the hand and led me out of the room. I waddled between them, feeling very helpless and childish as the warm, soaked cloth clung stubbornly to my seat and between my thighs.
   



...to be continued :wink:

[Baby Bobby2]

They took me back to another room, one made up very much like my own nursery at Barbara's house. At first, I assumed aunt Emily had a baby of her own but then I noticed that everything was oversized in the same manner mine was; the crib, changing table, even the playpen looked like it were made for a small adult. I also recognized the faint but ever present odor of stale diapers, which made me wonder who else was being treated like me. Could there really be another teenager that was being dressed like a baby day after day?



   Aunt Emily sat me down on the changing table, a low fixture that was padded and had nursery print vinyl stretched over the surface. But as she reached for the waistband of my rumba panties, I squirmed in resistance, whimpering as I vigorously shook my head. I didn't want this stranger to discover  how small my little wee-wee was!



   "Don't worry Chrissie, I've changed plenty of sissy's diapers in my time, there's nothing you have that will surprise me, believe me," she said as she tugged the flimsy rumba panties down off my diaper. I kicked and fidgeted, whining through my pacifier and wishing Barbara had come back to change me, maybe she would have interceded but now there was nothing to prevent aunt Emily from pulling my rumbas down my legs, revealing the big wet spot visible through my waterproof panties.

   "My, you're quite a wetter, aren't you," she commented as she reached under the elastic waistband of my vinyl panties and began working them down over the wet cloth.

   My muffled protests did nothing to dissuade her or make her think I was anything other than an incontinent sissy. She snaked the panties down and proceeded to unpin my heavy wet diapers.



   "Sarah--can you grab a pair of plastic panties for me? Joshy's should fit him just fine--they look about the same size."

   Who was Joshy, I wondered. It felt doubly odd to be wearing baby pants from someone else my own age. And the thought I'd be wearing plastic pants that had been wet in by someone else bothered me too.

   After sliding the soiled diapers from beneath me, Emily began wiping my groin and bottom with baby wipes. I blushed a hot red as she held my little pen-is like a crayon and began rubbing my tiny sack clean with the wipe. There was nothing the least bit sexual about her actions--it was simply a mother carefully cleaning her friend's baby.



   "Well," she said as she slide one of the cool cloths down the length of my stiffening willie, "Looks like this sissy is still roaming free."

   "Not for long, I heard," Sarah interjected as she handed aunt Emily a pair of pink polka dot vinyl pants, "That'll be taken care of on Monday, I think Barbara said."

   What did she mean by that, I wondered. Once again, these enigmatic references to my pen-is caused me to be nervous about what she had in store for me.



   "All I can say is enjoy it for now, Sissy," aunt Emily said as she slid a thick stack of soft diapers under my rump.

   "How long has it been for Joshy now," Sarah inquired as she held the diaper pins for Emily.

   "Oh...six, maybe seven months now, but I think he's come to terms with it," she responded.

   Did she mean being treated like a baby or was there something else to her remark, I wondered.



   Taking a big container of baby powder, aunt Emily began shaking it generously over my crotch and stomach. I kept waiting for her to stop but she just kept going, shaking more on me and rubbing it all the way up to my chest. The babyish scent assaulted my nostrils and I whimpered and fussed but she just smiled down on me and continued as before.

   After pinning both sides of my diapers snugly into place, aunt Emily slid the soft but noisy plastic pants up my legs and worked them over the thick, bulging cloth.



   "A big baby needs a big diaper--hm, Sugarplum?" she asked as she patted the shiny front of my fat diapers.

   "And you know what?" Sarah asked as she beamed down on my prone form, "Its feeding time for my little baby--but today's a special day for sissykins, you know why?"

   I shook my head wordlessly.

   "Because today, you get to pick which of these ladies you'd like to breastfeed from, won't that be fun?" she said without waiting for an answer.



   I suc-ked desperately on the fat pen-is pacifier in my mouth as I looked in panic from Sarah to aunt Emily. Why did Barbara have to tell them about that?

   I whimpered in muffled futility but Emily wasn't even paying attention.

   "I know who he'll want..." she said conspiratorially, "This little sissy here has a crush on Victoria."



   Sarah looked down at me as if she'd just been made privy to a naughty secret.

   "You think so?" she asked intrigued.

   "Oh yes--I saw the look in his eyes when he first saw her--the pretty young thing. I could tell he was hoping to make a good impression on her before he had his little accident...but I guess its a little late for that now."

   Sarah giggled with glee at the picture her friend was painting.

   "Well we certainly can't deny our little sweety her wish, now can we?" she replied.



   Standing me up, Sarah held my hands in hers as she bent over to look me in the face.

   "Chrissie, now that you're wearing fresh diapers, I want you to go back out into the living room and ask Victoria if she'll let you breastfeed from her."

   She finished her command by popping the pacifier from out of my mouth.

   "N-no way," I mumbled, "I d-don't wanna do that."



   She had to be deaf and dumb to think Victoria would give me the time of day--never mind let me suc-kle from her sexy boobs.

   "Now Chrissie--this is for your own good. You march yourself right out there and do as I tell you," she said firmly.

   As if that were the end of the conversation, she turned me around and swatted my thickly padded rump, causing me to stumble forward in the direction of the hallway.



   "No!" I argued, balling my fists in defiant fury.

   No possible good could come from my asking Victoria what Sarah was suggesting and I knew my only chance to stop her was here and now. Holding my ground, I placed my feet apart in a stance of rebellious obstinacy. I knew I must look silly, standing there in my Mary Janes, fat diapers and a pink sailor suit and expecting to be taken seriously.



   "Chrissie...you will go out there, and you will ask Victoria in a polite manner to please give you your feeding--do you understand me?" Sarah said, her voice taking on a menacing new edge.

   "Uh-uh," I replied stubbornly. I wasn't willing to budge an inch.

   "Chrissie, I'm going to give you three seconds to walk out that door or so help me, I'm going to pull you over my lap and blister your bottom--its that simple."



   I bit my lip anxiously as I considered my position. This woman looked determined to do what she was threatening and I didn't doubt her ability in the least. Like everyone else here, she was taller, even without her high heels, and I knew she would be stronger than me as well, even without aunt Emily's help.



   "One...two..."

   "--Okay, I'll do it!" I suddenly blurted out in panic.

   "--Three."

   Sarah reached into her purse and produced a hard, oval shaped wooden paddle with the words 'For sissy bottoms only' in red across its face.



   "Do you need a hand?" aunt Emily asked casually, her face showing amusement at my impending punishment.

   "Oh no, this little sissy looks as weak as a lamb," she said calmly, "But he's about to find out what happens when he doesn't do as he's told."

   "No--no wait!" I pleaded as she snatched my wrist in her iron grip, "I said I'd do it!"



   Without paying me any heed, Sarah dragged me over to a straight backed chair in the room and took a seat.

   "Time for a little lesson in manners, Sissy-boy," she told me.

   "No...no....no," I pouted as I stamped my feet in frustration.

   Sarah tugged my pink polka dot plastic pants back down and then forcibly jerked me over her lap as a new set of tears spilled down my cheeks.

   "Wait! Please--please don't spank me!" I cried.



   "If you had done as I'd asked of you, you could've been nursing from pretty Victoria by now but instead, you're going to get your little sissy bottom paddled," Sarah said as she unpinned either side of my diapers.

   I kicked and fidgeted, pleading with her to give me one more chance.



   "B-b-but you didn't even get to three!" I wailed in consternation.

   As if in answer, her paddle swooped down and landed with a loud crisp SMACK! on my raised bottom. My argument ended in a burst of tears that immediately began streaming down my face.



   SMACKK!! SMACKK!! CRACKK!! THWACKK!!



   Swat after punishing swat landed on my defenseless fanny. The nursery door was wide open and I knew my crying and sobbing would be clearly heard by everyone still in the living room. Not only that, the loud, angry slaps of Sarah's paddle reverberated in the room as it impacted my soft, youthful buns and I knew the women could hear every stinging swat, each time it landed with impunity. Everyone would know the childish punishment I was receiving and there was nothing I could do about it!



   My Mary Janes were drumming a frantic rhythm on the floor as Sarah methodically ensured that every square inch of my rear received it's scorching, blistering reward. Bawling loudly, I beat my fists on the floor as I lay there, helplessly enduring each swat of the paddle as it seared itself into my skin.

   When she at last finished, she put the paddle back in her purse and pulled the back of my diaper up into position. I looked down through tear filled eyes upon aunt Emily's high heeled sandals as she handed my diaper pins to Sarah.



   "There...I don't think we'll be getting any more arguments from Chrissie today," Sarah stated smugly.

   "Are you ready to be a good sissy now?" she asked me.

   I howled out and nodded my head emphatically as she helped me to stand. The inferno on my rump caused me to dance in place and I stamped my feet in pain and frustrated anger.



   "Stand still Chrissie, so I can pull up your baby panties," she chided me.

   As I fidgeted in place, Sarah snaked the cheerful polka dot panties up my quivering, skinny legs and worked them over the bulky cotton cloth. Once again, I felt the temperature rise about twenty degrees as she sealed the smoldering heat inside my diaper.



   "Maybe that'll teach you a lesson, next time you get sassy with me," she scolded me firmly, "When  I tell you to do something, you'll do it without question, and without any backtalk--you got that?"

   I cried even harder as I nodded me head, keeping my eyes submissively downcast so as not to anger her any further. This woman was strict!



   While I cried unashamedly, aunt Emily looked down and smiled at me. Oh, how I hated her now! She'd done nothing to stop my humiliating punishment and if anything, seemed happy to have taken part!

   Standing up, Sarah took my hand and led me out of the room, looking like a punished toddler as I sniffled and wiped my hands across my wet face. To make matters worse, she wasn't even giving me the chance to get my crying under control before everyone saw me, looking like a naughty little crybaby.



   "Come along Sweety, there's something I know you want to ask Victoria."

   I realized there was no getting out of this and the only thing to do was play along and be humiliated in front of everyone. How could things possibly get any worse for me?

   Waddling into the living room, everyone grew silent and their eyes were upon me as I sniffed and did my best to act brave. It was obvious that everyone could see my puffy eyes, wet cheeks, and it was certainly no secret as to what just happened.



   "Looks like a certain sissy just got his bottom spanked," Mrs. Sterne remarked in her smug, superior tone.

   "If you're trying to potty train him--I fully agree with your methods," she told aunt Emily, "A good hard spanking always does a sissy a world of good. Maybe next time, he'll tell you before he decides to wet himself."



   "Oh no, it wasn't that," Sarah smiled, "We just had to settle a little disagreement but its all resolved now."

   With her hands on my shoulders, Sarah walked me over to Victoria, who was still sitting on the couch, filing her long, French manicured nails. Her long, sexy legs were crossed again and her high heel dangled over the floor.



   "Um..." I began uncertainly.

   I was used to being ignored by the hot girls at my school and this only brought that feeling of inferiority back with a vengeance. Victoria barely looked up from her nails to acknowledge my presence.



   I was hesistent to say anything further but Sarah nudged me in the shoulder blades.

   Clearing my throat, I began again.

   "Um...Miss Victoria?" I began in a small voice, "...Um, do you think I could-um...kinda..um, n-nurse from you t-today?"

   For the first time, she peered up from what she was doing to look me in the eye.



   "You want to do what?" she asked incredulously.

   My face reddened hotly at her blunt reply.

   "Um...I mean...can I...I mean...do you think..." I stammered as I looked into her cold, piercing eyes, my face burning with shame, "Could I b-b-breastfeed from you?"



   "Are you freakin' kidding??" she demanded, "Get away from me you little twerp."

   Hot tears of shame filled my eyes as the other women giggled merrily with amusement. This was far worse than any dismissal I'd received from any schoolgirl, anywhere.



   "You poor little sissy," aunt Emily said as she came over to my side.

   Taking me by the hand, she plopped me over her lap so abruptly, I landed face up, my legs sprawled across the love seat she had taken a seat on.

   "Don't you worry Babykins," she said in a voice designed for addressing toddlers, "Aunt Emily's going to make sure you get your fill and then some."



   I gasped in shock as she unbuttoned her snug top and revealed two giant globes of femininity, straining desperately within a smooth, satin white bra. I began fidgeting and whimpering, shaking my head as she undid the clasp in front and releasing her heavy breasts from their cups. Her pink nipple was staring me straight in the face and I gaped at it and then up into aunt Emily's beautiful grinning face.



   "Its milk time, Chrissie," she said cheerily and without waiting for a reaction she mashed my face against her giant breast.

   I squealed loudly but in opening my mouth, her firm nipple slipped in and my cries were soon completely muffled. Whining and fussing, I struggled in her lap but soon settled down, to nurse from the steady stream of milk flowing into my mouth.



   Flush with victory, aunt Emily beamed down on me as she stroked my cheek softly.

   "Thaaat's it Baby....take all you want...there's plenty for a thirsty sissy here..."

   Looking over at her other plump breast, I had no doubt she was correct. The one in my mouth seemed to have an endless supply and I suc-kled away for some time until my jaw began to get sore. By now, the other women had begun talking amongst themselves, having completely forgotten about me. In their minds, I was just another baby getting breastfed by his aunt who was in no danger of running out of milk. After getting my fill of her right breast, aunt Emily switched me over to the other one, working her leaking nipple across my pursed lips until I finally capitulated and surrendered to her will. It was another long fifteen minutes before she finally eased her nipple from my sore mouth and helped me to sit up.



   My stomach was full and I could feel the liquid sloshing around in my belly. I felt both dizzy and a bit queazy as I fought back a burp and looked up at Barbara through half closed eyes.



   "Well, its Chrissie's naptime, girls," she said as she took my hand, "Tell everyone thank you for a wonderful afternoon, Chrissie."

   Unaware of the milk that had dribbled down my chin and dried during the course of my breastfeeding, I mumbled out my thanks to everyone under my breath.

   "Nighty-nite, Chrissie," one of them said and I waddled along as Barbara took my back to the nursery.



   Taking only enough time to remove my Mary Janes, she lowered the crib side and helped me in, pulling the baby blankets back up as I settled in. I had to admit I was rather tired from everything that had happened although I still resented having to take a nap like a little baby. And the waterproof vinyl sheet I was laying on smelled slightly of stale pee which only humiliated me more. After all, I wasn't a bedwetter so why did I have to sleep in a bedwetter's bed?



   After Barbara had gone, and the crib top was locked in place, I began feeling the first stirrings that all that milk was having on my system. I fought it, squirming and fidgeting as long as I could until nature finally won the battle. Lying on my back and staring up at baby's mobile above the crib, I relaxed and wet my diapers heavily, hoping my plastic pants would be able to hold it all in again. Sobbing in defeat, I hugged my teddy bear closely as I softly cried myself to sleep knowing I'd probably only wet some more while I slept.

[Baby Bobby2]

Chapter Five          Chrissie's Present









   Monday morning, I woke up with a very wet diaper. This was a disturbing trend that had started a few days ago with just some dampness in the morning that at the time, I'd dismissed as an accident. But then the next night, the cloth between my legs had been wet and cool when I woke up and today, my diapers were completely soaked. I hadn't wet the bed for years and I had no idea why it was happening now. Could wearing diapers 24/7 have had some subliminal effect on my system?



   This was normally the time in which I'd masturbate at a nice, relaxed pace before Barbara came in to get me. I always woke up horny, and the cushiony soft, comforting cotton of my diapers was simply too tempting to ignore. Truth be told, I was beginning to develop a secret appreciation for them. The male side of me told me that I should despise the babyish underwear and realize they were part of Barbara's cruel design to sissify me. But the physical side of me was growing to love their soft comfy hug around my loins and bottom. When I walked, or rather, waddled, the plastic panties slid pleasantly between my inner thighs which I had come to enjoy. But more than anything else, the pillowy folds of bunny soft cotton made for a perfect means to massage my perpetually horny pen-is, so I could indirectly stroke it to orgasm after shattering orgasm.



   Fact was, I'd never played with myself so much in my life. Part of that was because of the diapers but another part was being in such close proximity to a sexy woman like Barbara. Yes, I resented the hell out of her for turning me into her baby girl, but my pen-is didn't care that I was wearing a dress most of the time. All it knew was that Barbara had the sexiest boobs I'd ever laid eyes on and they were all the inspiration I needed to stroke myself to a eye crossing climax, day after day.



   This morning however, the fact that I'd wet myself so thoroughly was distracting me from my usual activity. I rubbed the front of my diapers but all that pee it was holding had taken away some of the cushiony feel I had taken for granted. And it was still nagging me as to why and how it'd happened. Waves of guilt washed over me as I lay there, staring through the pink bars of my crib. My body was punishing me for accepting my babyish status--that had to be it. I'd come to accept and even secretly enjoy my diapers and now my body was telling my brain it didn't have to give me any notice if I needed to pee. Was I destined to wet the bed from now on? And what about during the day? Would I just find myself wetting my diapers without any prior indication?



   Even as I rubbed the soft, smooth vinyl covering of my diaper, trying to get some relief, these thoughts kept intruding on my conscience.

   Suddenly, the nursery door opened and in walked Barbara which forced me to stop masturbating as well as distract me from my line of guilty reservations.

   "How's mommy's little baby?" Barbara asked sweetly.



   She was wearing tight white shorts and a breathtaking button up top that displayed her plump, sexy breasts to great effect.

   I was ashamed to admit I'd wet my diapers but at the same time, I wanted her to change me because they were getting cool and clammy.

   "Um...I um..." I stammered uncertainly.



   "Yes, Sweety?" she said as she unlocked the top of the crib and pulled it back. Looking down on me, her big, mouthwatering breasts hung before my eyes and my pen-is began to harden all over again. It was a sight I never tired of gazing upon and I felt an electric wave of horniness ripple through me. I was going to enjoy my morning stroke when she finished changing me.



   With her infallible instincts, she put her hand down against the front of my diaper and gently squeezed it. I wasn't concerned about her detecting my hard on because my pen-is was far too small to be felt or seen in my thick diapers.

   "Aww, did mommy's little baby wet her diapers?" she asked in her honey voice.

   "Uh huh," I mumbled as I blushed a little.



   "Don't you worry Sugarplum, because we're going to get you changed right away. Today's a big day for you because aunt Melissa dropped off her special present. I just can't wait to show you--its just what you need," she gushed.

   "Wha-what is it?" I asked, somewhat apprehensively. I had become increasingly skeptical of Barbara's special presents.

   "You'll see very soon, don't you worry Sissikins," she told me as she reached down and grasped the pacifier that was looped around my neck. Holding it before my lips, she began rubbing it against them until I reluctantly submitted and let her push it into my mouth.



   "That's a good girl," she commended me, "Now, its very important that your pacifier stays in this morning, okay Chrissie?"

   I nodded my head in acknowledgement; it wasn't a big deal with me. Hopefully, in less than an hour, she'd be done with whatever she had in mind and I'd be able to stroke myself to another dizzying orgasm. I don't know why, but looking at the smooth skin on the round curves of her beautiful bosom was making me especially horny this morning.

   "Its very important that you don't take it out because if you do, I'm afraid I'll have to give you a nice hard spanking and you don't want that, do you, Baby?"



   I shook my head slowly in silence, idly wondering why it was so important to keep my pacifier in.

   Taking my hand, she raised me up in the crib so I was on my knees and my hands were resting on the side rail.

   "And just to make today even more special, you have two visitors that are here to see you," she said as she patted my arm in a motherly way. The last thing I wanted was to be seen by anyone new but I was hardly in a position to argue with her about it.

   Stepping back, Barbara put her head outside the nursery and beckoned to someone out in the hallway.



   "Come on in Pamela, your baby son's awake and eager to see you."

   My eyes grew as big as saucers as my mom and sister strode into the room. My mouth dropped open in utter shock but Barbara was quick to hold my pacifier in place. In a fit of panic, a strong, hot stream of pee surged into my diaper, making me whimper around the rubbery nipple filling my mouth.

   "Well!" my mom exclaimed happily, "What a change you've made in so little time!"

   "You'll find Chrissie is just the best behaved little baby anyone could ask for," Barbara boasted.



   My mom came over and looked me up and down, obviously very pleased with my infantile attire. This morning I was wearing a fuzzy soft Strawberry Shortcake top in pink and white with short, puffy shoulders. The hem came down just past my navel leaving my babyish pink plastic panties fully on display.

   "Has he been using his diapers, or are they just for looks?" she asked curiously.

   "Oh--he uses them alright, every day--several times a day. As a matter of fact, Chrissie's wetting the bed regularly now so there's really no going back now for him. Feel for yourself."

   My mom reached over and felt my diapers, immediately sensing the wet warmth beneath my plastic pants.

   "My little baby boy!" she cried wistfully. It was if she were happy to have me back as a baby again.

   I suc-ked desperately on my pacifier, blushing fiercely and making panicky slurping sounds as she looked me over. I wanted to say something, but I didn't dare risking Barbara's wrath with her paddle. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my little sister approach and stare up at me in wonderment.



   "Mommy? Why is Chris wearing diapers?" she asked innocently.

   "Because he has no self control," Barbara quickly replied, "And because he's a sissy and all sissies need diapers or they'll pee their pants."

   That seemed to satisfy her for the moment and she smiled up at me, not a little surprised at what she saw.

   "You look like a baby girl," she said in her little childish voice.

   I hung my head in shame at being the center of attention. Trapped in my crib, with  no where to go--this was absolutely mortifying!

   Barbara unlatched the crib rail and lowered it to help me out.

   "You're right on time Pamela, because I was just about to change Chrissie's diapers, would you like to lend a hand?"



   My mom sighed with maternal contentment.

   "I haven't changed Chris' diapers for..."

   "--Mommy--can I help too?" Lindsey interrupted impatiently.

   "I don't see why not," she replied, "Why don't you pick out his plastic panties, Dear."

   "Okay!" she cried with glee.

   Barbara led me over to my changing table as Lindsey began excitedly thumbing through the drawer that contained my waterproof pants.



   "Is it hard to find baby clothes for a boy of his size?" my mom inquired with interest.

   "Oh no--not at all," Barbara told her emphatically, "And Chrissie has taken to them like a fish to water. As a matter of fact, he wet himself the very first day and hasn't had a dry night since. I know he was glad to finally be rid of his boy clothing and he just loves the feel and comfort of wearing soft diapers and his other baby things. He's so much happier getting to dress up every day and he looks forward to seeing which outfits I'm going to pick out for him. His favorites are always the most babyish, frilliest ones, usually in pink or other girly colors."

   "Oh my," my mom murmured in wonder.



   I shook my head trying to deny what was being said but she wasn't paying attention.

   "So I guess all this time, he's just been acting like he enjoyed boy's activities, but in reality, he probably just wanted to be a little girl again," my mom reasoned.

   "Yes...but in Chrissie's case, the fact is, he's not yet ready for dresses and panties--he still very much needs his diapers and plastic panties--as you can see for yourself."



   As I lay on the vinyl covered table, Barbara pulled down my clinging baby pants to reveal the sopping wet diaper underneath.

   "Basically, your son here is a little sissy that just refuses to grow up. I think if he had it his way, he'd stay a baby girl for the rest of his life."

   I whimpered around my pacifier in mute protest.

   "Well, the change has certainly done him a world of good," my mom agreed wholeheartedly, "I think this is the best thing that's ever happened to him."



   I winced in frustration at this humiliating discussion concerning me.

   "And if I may, I think you should stop thinking of him as your son. Chrissie wants nothing more than to be a good little baby girl and I'm going to give him--or should I say her--that chance."

   "Yes...I guess I always knew he'd never amount to much of a man, if and when he ever grew up. With his soft, smooth legs, lack of pubic hair and his sissyish ways, it looks like he was always meant to be a toddler girl."

   "That's what I thought, the first time I saw him. It really is the best for him."



   "Seeing him now in his baby clothes and wet diapers--I'm certain of it," my mom concurred, "Lindsey, you may have lost a brother but you gained a baby sister."

   Barbara had removed my diaper and was cleaning my bottom and genitals as Lindsey brought over a pair of plastic pants. Just as I feared, they were the most girliest ones that were there; pink with white bunnies and frilly eyelet lace around the legs.

   "Mommy? Are these panties okay?" she inquired earnestly.

   "Yes Honey, thank you," my mom said accepting them.

   "Chrissie, I want you to hold these while we're getting your diapers ready," my mom told me.



   I was crushed with humiliation, having my mom treat me like a child again and a tear of shame trickled down my cheek as I suc-ked miserably on my pacifier. In helpless frustration, I took the panties and held them to my chest while Barbara slid another fresh stack of diapers beneath my rump.

   "He really does need thick diapers, doesn't he?" my mom asked.

   "She certainly does, and there's really no reason to try and hide them or be discreet about it--everyone knows she needs them and I don't want there to be any doubt about what she's wearing. In addition, I've made sure her outfits are all cut short so her sissy diapers can be seen by everyone and actually, it makes changing her that much easier too."



   "And now we're ready for Chrissie's special present," Barbara announced dramatically.

   Lindsey's brow creased slightly as it seemed like I was getting all the attention and she wasn't getting any. That was the last thing I wanted!

   Barbara turned briefly and when she came back around, she was holding a small white box in her hand. From inside it, she produced a strange semi-clear looking device that was shaped more or less like a pen-is except that it had a wide collar of some sort near the base and I could tell it was made of a slightly flexible material.

   "Is that what you were telling me about before?" my mom asked with interest.



   "Yes, Pam. This little gem will put an end to your son's masturbating habit--once and for all."

   Barbara unwound a circular plastic strap that went around the thicker silicone collar and  put it down next to me. I tried to pick it up to get a closer look but she slapped my hand away brusquely.

   "That's not for you to play with, Chrissie" she chided me, "Only grown-ups can touch this."

   "How does it work?" my mom questioned her.



   "Chrissie's little sack and pen-is go through this collar and then her willie goes into this tube. As you can see, this extension piece draws her little pen-is down and between her balls which prevents her from getting an erection. Also, the size of the tube limits how much her wiener can grow so that she won't be able to get hard anymore. She won't be able to touch or stimulate it, which means she won't be able to stroke herself and masturbation will now be a thing of the past."



   "Does it really work effectively?" my mom asked in amazement.

   "Oh yes--it's quite foolproof. Once this collar is locked in place, there's absolutely no way she can pull her pee-wee through or get access to it," she said simply.

   "But will it hurt him?' she asked concerned.

   "Oh no--not in the least. It's comfortable enough to stay on 24 hours a day, seven days a week--after a while, she won't even know she's wearing it. And sissies really don't need to c-um, so she's not losing anything there, either.



   "You see, one problem with sissies who wear diapers is that the diapers themselves can be a tremendous temptation. The soft, cushiony cloth feels wonderful on their little pen-ises and they can't seem to control themselves. Chrissie here has been no exception--she's been playing with herself nonstop since she arrived."

   I gasped in shock--how could she have known??



   Looking back down on me, Barbara smiled with a smug grin.

   "Oh yes, baby girl--I've known all about your little masturbating activities from your first night here. You thought you were keeping it a secret but I've known all along. And now I'm putting a stop to it. I hope you had a good orgasm last night because its going to be your last one."

   I shiver of fear and trepidation raced through me as I contemplated the terrifying magnitude of her words.



   "This will keep her from being naughty, and make her the best possible sissy any mommy could ask for," she said as she turned back to face my mom.

   "If only I'd had this a year ago," my mom lamented.

   "Better late than never," Barbara replied, "Now Chrissie, I want you to ask your mommy if she'll be so kind as to put your chastity device on for you."



   Hearing all this, I was completely aghast. How could such a diabolical device exist? How was I going to go without c-umming--ever again?

   When Barbara pulled the pacifier out of my mouth, the panic induced words tumbled out of me like apples from a barrel.

   "Mom! You've got to get me out of here! I don't wanna dress like a baby--I don't wanna wear that thing! Pleeaasse--please Mom--don't let her do this to me!"

   My pleading turned into a whining, babbling cascade of noise that was quickly becoming unintelligible.

   They both looked down on me but neither showed the least signs of sympathy.



   "Mom!--She made me wet my diapers!--This wasn't my idea--please take me home--I don't wanna stay here anymore," I pleaded desperately.

   "Hmmph," she sniffed, "It's just like you said he'd be--acting like he doesn't like his diapers and baby treatment.

   "I don't believe you for a second. The amount of time you've spent masturbating in them proves beyond a shadow of doubt how much you like them, Chrissie."



   I blushed with shame, realizing that at least on some level, there was a kernel of truth to her accusation. If only I'd had more restraint! But what could I say now?

   "Oh no, ever since you were a little boy, I've suspected you were nothing but a sissy. And remember that time aunt Holly caught you playing dress up with her daughter? You tried to tell me it was her idea than as well.

   "Oh no Mister--you're staying right where you are. I knew when I first walked in and saw you in your wet diaper and sissy top that Barbara had pegged you exactly right. You are a sissy and you do need diapers. Not only that, you need a secure chastity device to put an end to your constant masturbating. Its a disgusting habit and I won't put up with it another minute."



   I'd never seen my mom so full of conviction and authority in all my life and I was temporarily at a loss for words. Barbara, on the other hand, was smiling with cool, smug satisfaction. Everything had gone exactly as she'd planned.

   Taking a bottle of baby oil, she squeezed some out onto my small, hairless genitals, rubbing it all over my little sack. Despite my shock and confusion, her gentle, soft touch felt wonderful and as I gazed numbly at her big beautiful breasts, jiggling sexily within her snug top, my wiener automatically stiffened to attention.

   Grasping the silicone device in one hand, Barbara began working each of my  balls carefully through the collar until both were on the other side together. With the container of baby oil, she dribbled a little more and stroked my wiener with it.



   "We want to get you all nice and slippery for your new home," she said sweetly as she smiled down on me.

   I began whimpering helplessly as she pushed my wiener down through the collar so that my whole package was now on the one side of the device and the collar ran around the base of my genitals.

   "No...no...please...mommy!" I protested weakly.

   Grasping my slippery wiener between her thumb and index finger, Barbara poised it before the opening in the pen-is shaped tube.

   "Say hello to your new friend, Chrissie, you two are going to become very well acquainted," she gloated.



   I squirmed and whimpered, too much in a daze to interfere as she pushed my hard-on into the tight, restrictive tube.

   "Need this?" my mom asked as she held a bag of frozen peas in her hand. I had seen them earlier but didn't understand why she had brought them in.

   "Yes, thank you," she replied as she took the bag and held them up firmly against my scrotum.



   "AGGHH!!" I cried as the frozen bag hugged my balls.

   Barbara smiled down on me with satisfaction as she held them in place.

   "It's okay, Sissy, just a little coldness to take away your erection so we can get you all locked up properly."

   I squirmed and thrashed on the table, trying to get away from the bag but she followed my movements and held it cruelly in place. I could feel my hard-on inexorably losing the battle and shrinking down; in just a moment, my little pen-is was once again, limp as a noodle.

   "There you are," she beamed down at me, obviously happy with the results.



   Now that my wiener was no longer stiff, Barbara tucked it, now trapped inside the tube, down and between my balls where the locking strap came up and around the collar. My willie was now positioned straight down and unable to move.

   "No...please Mommy, don't let her do this to me," I begged her piteously as I stared down at this evil, devilish device.

   Ignoring my protests, Barbara wrapped the locking strap around the collar and joined both ends, pushing the locking pin into the holes on either end. From somewhere below me, she produced a small lock and I watched in horror as she slipped it through the pin, and snapped it shut with a crisp click.



   "There," she said with tremendous satisfaction, "That's put an end to your masturbating, once and for all."

   I looked up at her with horror and shock on my face.

   "Chrissie. I told your mom I'd stop your masturbating and now I have, permanently. This will stay locked in place under your diapers from now on except for periodic cleaning and a milking once a month. Now you'll be using your diapers for their intended purpose, just like a sissy should," she told me.



   Looking down at my caged pen-is, I watched it wriggling like a trapped fish as I flexed my muscles, unable to get hard within the snug confines of this dreaded silicone chastity device.

   "Its not fair!" I wailed as I brought my fists down on the table in sissyish frustration. A tear trickled down my cheek and I angrily swiped it away.

   Barbara giggled merrily, obviously quite pleased to see me so thoroughly controlled.



   More tears tumbled down my face as I grabbed the device and struggled to get it off. The design of it was ingenious however and I couldn't even get to a part of my pen-is to extract it from its rubbery prison. Nor was it possible to slip my balls back out now that the collar was locked in place.

   Waves of panic swept over me as I saw my last avenue of pleasure closing like an iron door.

   "Okay Chrissie, finished playing with it? Because now its diaper time for you," Barbara said nonchalantly as she began positioning the stack of fresh diapers beneath my rear.



   "Noooo! Noooo!" I wept bitterly as she lifted my kicking legs and powdered my rump generously.

   "Chrissie? Do you need your bottom spanked before I put your diapers on?" she asked as she paused her ministrations.

   "No!!" I snapped angrily, knowing she held all the cards now and I was helpless to do whatever she demanded.

   "Good, because you're going to do as I say or I'll pull you over my lap for a good hard paddling."



   My mom grinned with a smug look I wasn't used to seeing as I pouted in frustrated silence, my lower lip thrust out like a petulant toddler. She knew I was beaten and completely at this strict woman's mercy.

   "That's right, Sissy, better hold that tongue if you know what's good for you," she continued as she pinned the diapers up snugly. I sniffled impotently as she took the plastic panties I was holding and began snaking them up my legs.

   My mom reached over and grasped my pacifier, holding it before my face.



   "Open up, Chrissie, here's your paci," she said.

   I burned with frustration over this complete reversal of power but I knew I had no choice but to submit. Choking back a sob, I opened my mouth and was rewarded with a large rubber nipple.

   Looking down, I watched as Barbara shook baby powder between my inner thighs.

   "And now, I think we'll give your new friend it's first test," Barbara announced, "You see, in addition to being a chronic masturbator, Chrissie here is also a premature ejaculator. I've been nursing her like the big baby she is but she can hardly stand it for more than two minutes before she c-ums in her soft, fluffy diapers. She really has no control at all. But now that her little pen-is is locked down, we'll see if she can't stay for her entire fill."



   "I didn't know you were lactating," my mom exclaimed with amazement.

   "Oh yes, I was helping out a friend who just had her own baby but then I met Chrissie here, and I realized a sissy like her should be weaned at least once a day, as part of her discipline program. She enjoys it immensely, until she c-ums that is, and then she starts to fuss like a whiny baby with a wet diaper."



   "I can imagine that all too easily," my mom concurred.

   "Come along, Chrissie, it's time for your breakfast...come to mommy," Barbara said as she took my hand and led me over to the loveseat she used expressly for that purpose.

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Reluctantly, I took my place across her lap, face up, as she made herself comfortable, unbuttoning her low cut top. I was angry as hell with her but my horniness had suddenly reasserted itself and the sight of her big, succulent melons being further exposed somehow managed to push my resentment onto a back burner. She cradled my head gently and with her free hand, gently undid the clasp holding her two giant mammaries in the cups of her satin bra.



   "Here you are Sissy, time for yum-yums..."

   I was ashamed to be such a willing participant in her childish game and I pursed my lips in a pathetic show of defiance.

   "Open up Baby, mommy's got her milk for her sweet little sissy," she sang.



   With her usual patience, Barbara simply pinched my nose as I stared at the large, dripping pink nipple poised before my lips. I squirmed and whined, shaking my head but she only smiled down at me and waited. At last, I gasped for breath and was quickly rewarded with her warm, milky nipple. I tried not to think about it, but my entire field of vision was filled with Barbara's soft, sexy boobs, one in which I had my mouth clamped onto and the other, still partially contained by the silky cup of her bra. My pen-is had a mind of it's own and it throbbed wildly in it's new prison, struggling frantically to become erect and hard. I fought the urge to nurse but then Barbara slapped my bare thigh with her hand. Dutifully, I began suc-kling, the firm nipple filling my mouth as streams of milk started to flow.



   "Thaaat's my good girl," she cooed, "That's a good baby."

   My horniness was building inside and I felt my heart beating wildly within my chest. My wiener was flexing and doing everything it could to break through the silicone tube it was trapped inside but it was quite impossible. I whimpered weakly as I tried to get some satisfaction but my pen-is couldn't feel a thing. Normally, just a little friction inside my diaper was enough to make me explode but the chastity device was preventing any kind of contact. Meanwhile, Barbara was giving me encouragement, softly stroking my head and telling me what a good job I was doing. I felt so babyish but I was also so horny I could cry!

   My mom had taken a seat next to us and while I couldn't see her directly (all I could see were breasts!), I sensed she was watching me with intrigue.



   "So does he nurse everyday?" she asked Barbara.

   "Oh yes, without fail. The problem before was her premature ejaculating but now, we seem to have that all under control--don't we Sugarplum?" she said in her syrupy voice reserved for toddlers.

   She seemed eager to explain her methods for dealing with me as she continued;

   "I produce enough milk of my own that--now that we're not having to stop early--I know she'll be able to get a full meal from each nursing session," Barbara said with a trace of pride.



   "Yes, I can well imagine," my mom said appreciatively. It certainly wasn't hard to believe, given the tremendous size of her breasts.

   "But I also have a couple friends who happen to be lactating--I'm planning on bringing them over so she can get some extra breastfeeding from them," she explained, "I want her diet to have a large liquid intake which will also help break down years of trained continence. It's already having quite an effect."

   I felt completely excluded from the conversation, just as a baby would who's mommy was breastfeeding it.



   "A sissy needs breastmilk, and it helps to reinforce her position mentally that she's still just a baby. Making the adjustment from a grown boy to a helpless baby girl can be somewhat stressful and this helps to keep her calm and mold her into her new role. I've also found that regular breastfeeding makes a sissy more docile and easy to control. They fuss less, and naptimes are less of a trauma. They really become quite submissive.



   "Another side effect seems to be incontinence. I'm not sure why, but when a sissy begins breastfeeding again, they tend to lose control of their wetting. I've found many become bedwetters in just a couple days and they begin wetting their diapers during the day, shortly thereafter."

   I cringed and whimpered at the thought of what she was saying. Could it really be true?



   Barbara gently pulled my suc-kling lips from around her nipple.

   "Okay Sweety, time for the other breast now."

   I whined some more as the wet nipple was pulled away from me but in moments, she had positioned her other one before my still mewling mouth. It was huge, like the other, pink and glistening with milk.

   "Open up Chrissie," she whispered, "Breakfast time."



   My wiener was aching with desire and I felt dizzy from my futile efforts to achieve an orgasm. Hungrily, I gobbled at her nipple, suc-king it hard in my desperation. Subconsciously, I think I believed that if I could just get a little more milk, I'd be able to get that elusive orgasm.

   "Gently Honey...gently," Barbara chided me.

   I fought to control myself and I tried surreptitiously to reach down with my hand to rub the front of my fat diapers, oblivious to the fact my mother and sister was watching me closely. Ordinarily, I would never have done something so blatant but my sex drive was making me crazy to get satisfaction.



   "Now, now, Chrissie, keep those naughty hands where they belong, they can't do anything for you now."

   I whimpered as I swallowed another warm mouthful of milk. I wanted so badly to c-um--it was so unfair! I would have killed to be able to climax in my cozy diapers at that moment but she had made it totally impossible!

   As I nursed from her giant right breast, I was feeling my tummy getting full from all that milk. Much as I hoped to be able to achieve an orgasm from my continued efforts at her breast, it was becoming increasingly clear that I was no closer to c-umming than when  I started.

   "How's that, Sweety? Did mommy's baby girl get her fill today?" she beamed down on me.



   I nodded weakly, my pen-is still throbbing in frustration.

   "Don't you worry Honey, mommy's going to make sure you get as much as you can take from now on."  

   Gently, she pulled her swollen nipple out of my mouth and I squealed in angst. My heart was still beating wildly and I very badly wanted to c-um.

   Seeming to sense this, Barbara turned to my mom.



   "You see, Chrissie's little device is working just fine, no more sticky messes in her diapers and no more naughty behavior when mommy's back is turned.

   "I'm very impressed," my mom marveled, "That chastity device is really a godsend--perfect for masturbating sissies like Chrissie."

   Carefully lifting me up, Barbara took me over to my playpen where she put me inside.



   "Now you stay right there and play with your dollies, Chrissie. If you need me for anything you just call. Your mommy and I are going to be in the kitchen having grown-up talk but I'll be able to hear you with the baby monitor when you wet yourself."

   "And don't even think of getting out--I don't want you hurting yourself or getting into any trouble. Everything you need is right here in your playpen."



   I resented both the fact that she took as a given I was going to wet my diapers and also for some reason, being excluded from her "adult" conversation.

   Pushing my fat rubber pacifier in my mouth, Barbara led my mom into the other room. I watched her go, my eyes riveted to her sexy, pert bottom, but the moment they were out of the room, I began rubbing my diapers furiously, trying to relieve my pent up sexual need.



   Although outwardly, my actions felt the same as always, my pen-is was only getting about five percent of the physical contact it was used to. My diapers felt soft and comfy as they always did but now, none of that was being transmitted to my needy wiener. I rubbed and rubbed, trying to make it work but all I succeeded in doing was getting myself even more worked up.

   I slammed my fists onto the soft, padded rail of the playpen in bitter frustration.

   Again, I rubbed frantically, hoping to somehow defeat the device my pen-is was trapped in but it was no use. I fought back tears of resentment and anger--there had to be a way!



   I found I was breathing hard and a fine patina of sweat had appeared on my forehead but that was all I had to show for my efforts. At last, I gave up and sat back against the netted sides of the playpen to pout, my anger focused on Barbara. I had been willing to play along with her weird game of babying me but with this new, evil twist--she'd gone too far. It wasn't fair! And the tantalizing softness of my prissy diapers seemed to mock me--letting me touch and stroke them but denying me anything further.

   In a fit of rage, I threw one of the dolls at the far wall. I barely managed to  bite back the curse upon my lips, knowing Barbara would hear me and probably paddle me for it. Her control over me was now complete and absolute.



   I wanted to destroy everything here; rip off my diapers, flip the playpen upside down and make my escape but where would I go? More immediately, what would I wear? There were no clothes anywhere in the house that were made for a guy and I couldn't very well go out nude.

   I sighed heavily and sat back down in a huff. Who was I kidding? At the first sign of a tantrum, Barbara would be in here and I'd find myself over her lap, getting the daylights spanked out of me.



   I hated the fact that she was stronger than me, both physically and mentally but worse than that was that I still lusted after her--despite everything she'd done to me. It was infuriating! Even now, I could see the soft, smooth skin of her curvy breasts, as she gazed down on me with her smothery, maternal love. She did love me and as much as I hated to admit it--I was starting to love her, although I had to admit my emotions were still in a chaotic, confused state.

   All of a sudden, and without warning, I felt a strong, warm stream of pee surge into the front of my diaper.



   "Oh!!" I squealed, just as I caught it in time to stop it.

   Feeling gingerly, I placed my hand on the front of my diaper. I could feel the warmth spread over most of my crotch and a surprising amount of wetness had saturated the cloth.

   I choked back a sob as I wondered what was happening to me. Was Barbara right? Was my urgent need to breastfeed from her causing me to lose control over my bladder? I was becoming more of a baby with every passing day.



   Just as I was contemplating that terrible thought, another stream of pee flooded into my diaper. I was able to stop it, just barely, but now I could feel there was plenty more behind it. Gripping the side of the playpen, I felt like I was holding back the Mississippi. With a sob of shame, I let go and let it flow uninhibited. Hot pee splashed into my diapers, soaking back between my legs and deep into my seat. I was kneeling on my knees, afraid to sit down for fear it would leak out the sides. On and on it went, seemingly without end as I soaked my thick diapers completely and thoroughly. I felt so helpless, unable to prevent wetting myself and I felt the heat in my cheeks as I imagined what my friends would say if they could see me now.



   As I knelt there, gripping the rail with one hand, my other went back curiously  to feel the warm pee-soaked seat of my diaper over my plastic pants. I caught a sight of myself in the wall mirror and I blushed with shame. I'd never felt so babyish before, my pacifier still in my mouth as I looked at myself, a big sissy baby who'd just wet his diapers like an infant.



   A tear trickled down my face as I stared back at my reflection. Barbara had been right about everything--she had been right and I had been wrong. Looking at myself, I knew I could never be a real guy. It just wasn't in me. What I wanted and what I needed was a mommy, a mommy like Barbara that was willing to care for me and love me for what I was--a whiny, weak-willed sissy who belonged in diapers and baby clothes. I was beginning to understand why she  had paddled me over the last week. In my heart of hearts I knew I deserved it and needed it.



   But what I needed right now was a change. My diapers were already getting clammy and they were sticking stubbornly to my rump and hips.

   My voice quavered as I gripped the side rail weakly.



   "Mo-Mommmmy!!"