Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Sissy Story Archives (older stories) => Pre-2011 Sissy Stories => Topic started by: DaraJaney on July 14, 2008, 05:57:17 PM
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Kyle didn’t know what he was in for when his mother brought him to, what she would only tell him was, “a very special event”. He was assured of a “surprise”.
They went to an art gallery and he was led into a kind of dressing room at the back. His mother told him to undress down to his underpants. She made him sit in a kind of reclining barber’s chair. It was only when his hands were suddenly secured to the arms of the chair that she started to give him an idea what he was in for.
A highly made-up woman came in. His mother introduced her as Gillian. She explained that Gillian was a beautician and that Kyle was going to assist her in a competition. Each year, for the last several years, the town’s beauticians have had this competition. They decided what better test could there be of their skills than to turn a boy into a pretty girl!
Kyle struggled like mad at the straps on his wrists but Gillian was soon washing his hair with smelly oils and she then started rolling his hair around thin rods. Kyle yelped as she wound his hair as tightly as possible on the rods. When that was done, something was plugged in and he could feel the rods heating.
Then Gillian started applying make-up. She was joined by an assistant. His mother helped hold him still but he soon realised that he had no choice but to let them at it if he didn’t want a dollop of powder in his eye.
His face gradually disappeared under a cake of make-up but with no mirror in sight he had no idea of the result. He just lay back despondently and the assistant painted his finger-nails pink while Gillian worked on his face.
Finally a mirror was produced. He was startled by the effect of the mascara, the bright pink eye-shadow, the blush and lipstick. While he was recovering from that, his mother whipped off his underpants. He was puzzled as she slipped a towel under his bottom but was anxious enough to let her cover his privates.
She pulled the towel around him and up between his legs. He couldn’t believe it when she produced two large safety pins. “You’ll be on display for a few hours, so you’ll need to wear a nappy”, his mother explained. Wear a nappy? On display? Kyle renewed his desperate effort to free himself but it was in vain.
“There are sensors in the nappy to detect if you wet or soil yourself. If a boy wets himself 3 times or soils himself then he has to have his nappy changed.”
Despite his pleas and protestations, she soon had a pair of plastic pants pulled up over his nappy. He was further appalled when she pulled a pair of opaque white tights onto him. “Please Mum, no!” “Don’t be silly, it’s just a pair of tights. Anyone would think you were being murdered!” Kyle knew that his reputation would be murdered if he was seen in sissy tights.
Then Gillian produced a dress from a bag. It was like a pink ballet dress except with puffed and lace-trimmed sleeves. It also had net petticoats attached. The women pushed his feet into the leg-openings and pulled the dress up on him. At the last minute they freed his hands and pushed his arms into the sleeves. Gillian quickly buttoned him in with a dozen tiny buttons down the back.
Kyle jumped out of the chair. He desperately tried to reach the buttons at the back of his dress but he couldn’t. The women just watched as he vainly tried to get out of the dress. Eventually he gave up in frustration, stamping his foot. He also realised that because the bottom of the dress was pulled up over his tights, he couldn’t get them off either.
Gillian chuckled. “I’ve had many years of experience of making dresses that little boys can’t get out of.” Tears started to appear as Kyle realised that there was nothing he could do about his predicament. “Now, now, don’t mess your make-up”, his mother scolded him and dabbed carefully at his eyes.
They stood him in front of a large mirror. He immediately cringed as he saw that the heavily flared dress was very short on him and did not even cover his bottom or the bulge in his tights.
His mother pulled on a pair of pink pettipants that were frilled from top to bottom. As he desperately pushed down at his dress she told him “stop that, everyone has to be able to see your pretty panties too.”
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They removed the rods from his hair revealing a mass of firm ringlets that Gillian tied up with pink ribbons. “Wow, what did you use to get those ringlets?” Kyle’s mother asked with disconcerting interest. “It’s the strongest chemical available. It can hold ringlets in place for a good two weeks.” Kyle flinched at the thought of his hair being in ringlets for a whole fortnight!
But he was soon distracted as the assistant pulled a pair of ankle socks with pink lace on his feet and then strapped on a pair of high-heeled t-bar shoes. His mother helped him put on a pair of white gloves with lace around the cuffs.
The women stood back to admire him and couldn’t help but laugh at the miserable face amongst all the pretty lace and frills. Gillian and the assistant took an arm each and he was propelled out of the room before he could resist.
They marched him down a couple of corridors before reaching the gallery. Here he was confronted with what seemed like one side of a Perspex tube. It was over six feet tall and the women brought him right up to it. Suddenly the other half of the tube was produced behind him and locked in place with a catch on either side.
Kyle pawed desperately at the transparent tube from the inside but he was clearly not going to be able to get out. He was on full display from all angles.
Within minutes four other boys in pretty dresses with outrageous perms were brought out and placed in similar tubes. Each of them pawed or banged in vain at their confining Perspex and then exchanged empathetic looks with their fellow victims.
Suddenly the doors were opened and dozens of women and girls poured into the room. Little alarms went off as two of the boys wet their nappies immediately. That brought them all the initial attention as the spectators carefully examined if their nappies had succeeded in keeping everything in.
After a few minutes a crowd gathered around the boy next to Kyle. They were tittering more than most. “It happens every year”, he heard one of the women snigger. “There’s always one.”
The boy was desperately trying to push his dress down but everyone could see the large erection even under the thick nappy and frills of his panties. “Oh, Ralph obviously loves his pretty dress.” Tears ran down Ralph’s face as everyone gathered around to see. There was no way he could turn to hide it.
As the morning went on, Kyle’s feet started to hurt from the high-heels. He shifted from one foot to the other, much to amusement of onlookers.
After an hour or so he wet his nappy. The two boys who had immediately wet themselves had to be removed to have their nappies changed when they had wet themselves the specified three times but soon found themselves back on display. Ralph soiled himself, just to complete his humiliation.
Finally the boys were freed from their ordeal. Ralph was declared the winner. Kyle had come second. He had been hoping to avoid wetting himself again but on realising that second prize meant further unwanted attention he couldn’t hold it in any longer. His alarm went off and everyone laughed.
Afterwards one of the boys appeared in the lobby with his hair still tightly curled but wearing his boy’s clothes. His mother tried to persuade him that he would actually look less ridiculous if he dressed like a girl but there was no way he was wearing a dress for a minute longer.
Then another boy appeared in a pink dress that was sufficiently long to cover his panties although it was obvious to everyone from the highly self-conscious way in which he continued to push down his dress as far as possible that he was still wearing the beautiful frilly panties that he had been displayed in. His mother had succeeded in persuaded him that, because of his perm, it was better to wear a dress and look like a proper girl. Since they had to get a bus home, he reluctantly accepted but must have wondered if he’d made the right decision as everyone in the lobby watched him flounce out into the street. Almost immediately the wind caught his dress and before he could grasp his petticoats, everyone got a good view of those frilly panties.
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Next came Ralph. He was still in his show dress and his erection was still on display to everyone. “Yes indeed, he’ll be staying in dresses now since he so clearly loves it”, his mother told everyone. You could actually see his erection harden at this announcement.
Then Kyle appeared. Gillian advised his mother to keep him in the nappy a while longer since he had appeared to wet himself on the announcement of his second place. She was concerned that any little surprise might set him off again.
His trousers wouldn’t fit over the nappy so he was still in his short show dress and everyone could see that he was still wearing a nappy. A crowd gathered and started laughing as he waddled across the lobby. His alarm went off again as he wet himself. “It’s just as well you kept him in the nappy”, Gillian told his mother. Kyle was furious. If he hadn’t been wearing a humiliating nappy in front of all these people in the first place, he wouldn’t have wet himself!
At home his mother changed his nappy. Gillian had helpfully provided her with another and advised that she keep him in the nappy overnight.
Kyle slept only fitfully. He kept having nightmares about being back in the display tube with everyone pointing at his dress and nappy. In one of the dreams he wet himself. When he awoke from that, he discovered that he was indeed wet.
He sneaked downstairs and hoped to dispose of the evidence somehow. If his mother found out that he wet himself in his sleep, she would probably keep him in nappies for longer.
He crept into the utility room. He wasn’t sure what to do. He examined the plastic pants and tried to figure out how he could get them off without causing a mess.
“What’s going on here?” He swung around and his mother was there. She was furious that he had tried to hide the fact that he had wet himself. He was sent back to bed with the wet nappy still on. He hardly slept any more.
Early in the morning there was a caller downstairs. He recognised Gillian’s voice. “That’s ok”, she told his mother. “This often happens.” They came into his room. Gillian had a supply of nappies and plastic pants.
Kyle was changed. Gillian advised his mother to shave around his groin area. Once he was in a clean nappy his mother went to pull the white tights back on him. “Please Mummy no!” But she insisted and soon he was buttoned into his pink dress and the frilly panties were pulled up over his nappy.
He desperately tried to reach the buttons on his dress. Unable to make any impression there he started to pull down his panties. Gillian grabbed his hands and pulled fingerless mittens on him that buckled at the wrist. “Just as an extra precaution”, she told his mother. “They disable his hands so that he can’t take off his dress or his nappy or his pretty panties.” Kyle looked in disbelief at the mittens. Clearly what Gillian said was correct and there was no way he could get the mittens off.
“It does mean that you’ll have to spoon-feed him”, Gillian explained. She went outside and Kyle heard a van door open. She reappeared wheeling a large high-chair. Kyle tried to run out of the room but his mother caught him and soon the two women had him lifted into the chair. Gillian swung the tray down and it clicked into place.
Kyle squirmed and wriggled in the high-chair. “He won’t be able to open the catch once his mittens are on”, Gillian told his mother. Kyle gave a huge sigh as he gave up trying.
Gillian filled a plastic sippy cup with milk. “He should be able to hold this between his mittens.” She placed the sippy cup on the tray in front of him. “Try honey.” Kyle swiped the cup away in disgust. “Right”, Gillian said.
She wheeled his high-chair towards the front door. “What are you doing?” Kyle asked desperately. She opened the door. Kyle squirmed furiously in the high-chair again. She wheeled him out onto the garden path. Kyle was appalled. He looked up and down the street. There was no one about.
Gillian handed him a large baby bottle full of milk. “Now you’ll stay out here until you’ve finished that.” And with that the two women went inside. A minute later Gillian emerged with a pink bonnet, placed it on his head and tied it under his chin. “To keep the sun off you”, she chuckled.
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Kyle took the bottle in his mittens and desperately started suc-king on the teat. Only a little squirt emerged on each suc-k and he began to realise that there was no way he was going to finish the bottle before someone saw him.
Within a minute, two women came down the street. One was chatting away until the other woman saw Kyle and grabbed her arm. They both looked at him, mouths agape. Kyle stopped suc-king on the bottle but they had definitely seen what he was doing.
They hurried towards the garden. Kyle didn’t know whether to resume suc-king or not. It was so humiliating to be seen suc-king on a baby bottle but the longer he left it, the more people would see him in his pink dress, bonnet, panties and tights.
“Goodness me, what have we here?” one of the women said as she approached him. “It’s Kyle!” the other woman realised. “What are you doing in a pink dress and a high-chair”, she asked. Kyle just stewed. He started suc-king on the bottle again. The women laughed. “Oh sorry, are we interrupting your bottle?” They sniggered at his tights and bonnet. “Who’s a pretty baby then?”
More people appeared. “Look at our new pretty baby girl”, one of the women called out. Kyle wet himself as a crowd of neighbours gathered around. He had no choice but to suc-k desperately on his bottle which only amused them more.
His mother and Gillian appeared. Kyle stopped suc-king on his bottle in desperate hope of a reprieve, even at this late stage. “No, finish your bottle dear.” He sighed and resumed suc-king.
His mother fielded comments and questions on his dress and bonnet. Eventually Kyle finished his bottle. His mother swung back the tray and he was so anxious to get back in the house that he jumped down immediately. But now everyone could see his frilly panties and the obvious nappy underneath. “He’s actually wearing a nappy!” someone shouted. Kyle froze.
“Yes, I’m afraid he’s developed a little problem”, his mother explained. “You mean he actually needs the nappy?” someone asked. “Oh yes”, his mother replied. Kyle started sobbing. “Oh come on honey,” his mother soothed him, “it’s not your fault that you need a nappy.”
She led the blubbering boy back into the house. He started begging her to let him out of the nappy and dress. “But you obviously need to wear a nappy honey, I can see you’ve wet yourself again!”
But he persisted with his pleas for some time. Suddenly, Gillian stuffed a large pink soother into his mouth. “Right that’s enough complaining.” Kyle stood there in shock, his eyes practically crossing as he tried to look at the soother. “Now you will stay silent whenever your mummy puts your soother in. Understood?”
Kyle did not want to agree to this, naturally. “Or do you want to sit out front in your high-chair again?” Kyle shook his head ruefully as he looked down at the floor. “So you’ll keep the soother in and stay schtum?” He nodded his head reluctantly.
“Right.” Gillian took a short piece of a plastic line and attached one end to his soother and the other end to his dress. “Now, that’ll make sure that you never lose your soother.” Kyle sniffled.
“I have some other stuff that you might find useful”, Gillian told his mother. She returned to the van. A few minutes later she came back with a pack of pink wooden pieces. This they assembled into a play-pen.
The now stunned Kyle was led into it and made sit down. Gillian closed the side with a click. “I really would recommend this deluxe version with the little toys and rattles built in around the side. With his hands in the mittens these simple toys are all he’ll be able to play with.” Kyle studied the brightly coloured balls, rattles and buttons glumly.
“How much will this cost?” his mother asked. “About 300, but it’s really worth it”, Gillian answered. “Well, we’d better make sure that we get lots of use out of it then” his mother said. Kyle looked up in shock.
“Oh it will last alright”, Gillian assured his mother. “I bought the same one for my Harry. He’s been in it now for four years and it’s still in good condition.” “Mmmppppf?” Kyle blurted.
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“Harry had the same problem as Kyle after the competition four years ago”, Gillian explained. Kyle desperately looked from Gillian to his mother. “And did he never regain control of his toilet?” his mother asked. Gillian smiled a little. “Well, I didn’t try all that hard to be honest. He was always getting into trouble. This way it’s reassuring to know exactly where he is all the time. Apart from one time when the catch on his high-chair broke and he got out, he’s been in his play-pen, cot or high-chair at all times and I don’t have to worry at all.”
Kyle’s mother looked down on him. He scrambled to his knees. Surely she wasn’t going to keep him like this indefinitely? She smiled as she considered what Gillian had said. Kyle started to shake the bars of his pen desperately. “Mmmppfff!” But his mother just turned away. “You said something about a cot?” she asked.
Gillian went out to the van again. Kyle wished that his mother would let him take his soother out. He whimpered through it as the cot was brought in. It too was made of pink wood. It had panels at the ends decorated with princesses and side bars that were held securely in place by a simple catch that he would not be able to open with the mittens.
His mother grew concerned about the mounting cost. “Well, you could trade in his bed and his computer and get some money back”, Gillian suggested. “He won’t be needing them will he?” “Mmmpppffff!!!” Kyle protested as his plight was becoming more desperate. “I can throw in a few complimentary dolls and cuddly toys”, Gillian added.
“Now, what about clothes?” Gillian asked his mother. “Obviously none of his trousers will fit over his nappy. I have some more suitable clothes if you like.”
The women went out to the van and returned with half a dozen pastel coloured baby dresses. “Mmmpppfff!” Kyle protested from the play-pen.
They took off his show dress and Gillian produced a dress that was flared from breast level with several layers of petticoats underneath. Kyle couldn’t believe that it was worse than his previous dress but it was much more babyish. It had a pattern of pink bunnies.
Gillian zipped him up. Then she made him lie back. There was a nappy cover attached at the back of the dress. She pulled it under his bottom and up over his nappy. She snapped it snugly to the front of his dress and around the tops of his legs with fasteners. Then she pulled on his frilly panties over that.
“There! Now with his hands in mittens he’ll never be able to pull down his panties and even if he does somehow, he’ll never be able to undo those fasteners so he’ll be kept securely in his nappies at all times. And if you fasten the nappy cover over his tights like that then he won’t be able to remove them either.” As if to demonstrate, Kyle pushed desperately at the frilly panties but couldn’t budge them.
Each of his new dresses was just as short, flared and frilly. Each one had a cover to fasten over his nappy and Gillian produced tights of various colours like white, lemon, lilac to match his new baby dresses.
“Well I think that’s everything you need for now”, Gillian said brightly. Kyle looked up helplessly from his play-pen, tears streaming down his face. “Oh don’t be so glum”, she told him. “You’ll soon get used to it. You’ve lots of lovely toys to play with all day and plenty of pretty dresses to wear.”
She turned to his mother. “He’ll have to be a good baby and do everything you say if he wants his nappy changed. I suggest that you reward a good baby with lollipops or by spoon-feeding him some ice cream. Cod liver oil or dinners of boiled cabbage and spinach usually do the trick if there’s any bad behaviour. But I’m sure our Kyle will be a
very good baby, won’t you?”
“I can recommend any number of girls who will be happy to babysit him for you. They’ll be quite willing to change his nappy and bottle and spoon feed him. In fact, I think some of them would be in his class in school.”
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With that Gillian left. Kyle’s eyes followed his mother around the room as he desperately hoped that she would announce that it was all a joke. But he was left in the play-pen all morning. His mother came over regularly and made him play with the dumb toys.
At Noon he was given another bottle of milk. At lunch-time he was put into the high-chair and she spoon-fed him mashed vegetables. Then she wanted to put him down for a nap.
His fancy panties, dress and tights were removed and she put him in a lighter pink nightie that also snapped over his nappy. She made him lie down in the cot. She pulled sheets and blankets up over him and tucked them tightly around him.
“Sleep tight sweetie”, she chirped as she left the room. He tried to loosen the blankets a bit but he couldn’t budge, they were so tightly tucked. He wriggled but hadn’t even room to squirm. He was held fast in the middle of the cot with his head lying in the centre of the deep pillow looking up at the ceiling fringed with the lace of his bonnet. “Mmmpppffff!” he blurted crossly.
He lay there for several minutes in complete frustration. He wasn’t a bit sleepy. He couldn’t move a muscle. The damn soother was still stuffed in his mouth and he was afraid to spit it out without permission – his mother had pointedly clipped it to his nightie.
After another ten minutes he realised that he was actually suc-king on the soother occasionally. There was absolutely nothing else to do.
After an hour he felt the need to go to the toilet again. He wanted to get his mother’s attention. He was desperate to show that he that he hadn’t lost control. “Mmppff!” He raised his head the few inches that he could and squinted through the bars of his cot to see if she was around. “Mmmpppfff!”
He was losing track of time but he must have been grunting for 20 minutes when he started blubbering. “nghuh, nghuh, nghuh!” In between his sobbing he suc-ked on the soother a few times.
Eventually he could hold out no more and let himself go. The warm pee spread out around his groin area before running down the sides of his nappy and around his bottom. “nghuh, nghuh, nghuh” he sobbed.
That was no sooner done than he wanted to do a number 2. He desperately tried to look up to see if his mother was around. His head flopped back down on the pillow. “Mmmmppppffff!!!” Nothing.
A few minutes later he dropped a stool into his nappy. Tears were running down the sides of his face. He sobbed several times with his eyes shut. He suc-ked on his soother. He opened his eyes to see his mother looking down on him. “What’s wrong pet?” Then she sniffed and went “oh.”
“Aw, you poor thing. How long have you been in a stinky nappy?” “Mmmppfff!” he answered crossly. She removed the side bars and was able to pull back the blankets easily. She helped him out of the bed. He could feel the weight of his poo in the back of his nappy as he waddled across the room.
“I promise I won’t let that happen again”, she assured him. He looked up hopefully at this first glimmer of relief. “We’ll have to get you a baby monitor”, she said. “So you can cry into it when you wet or soil your nappy.” He sighed heavily.
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The rest of the day fell into a routine of bottles, feeds and nappy changes. He played with his rattles and dolls in between. He kept hoping that his mother would remove his soother and let him talk even for a moment. He desperately wanted to ask her how long she intended keeping him in nappies. The prospects did not look at all good as he surveyed his newly bought high-chair, play-pen, cot and selection of baby dresses. But he had to hold out some glimmer of hope.
She gave him another warm bottle of milk at 8pm and then changed him into his nightie for bed. He whimpered a little through his soother in protest at being put to bed so early but she ignored all pleas and snapped the nappy cover in place.
He looked up doe-eyed from his pillow as she locked the side bars in place. She smiled at his cute little face with his soother in the centre and framed by his lace bonnet. She had let him keep his arms outside the blankets this time. She tucked a cuddly teddy under his arm. “Oh, you look just perfect!” She tweaked his nose playfully.
He started crying at this. She was obviously delighted to have him like a little baby girl and he realised she had no intention of letting him out of this soon. He contemplated his mittens, the nappy cover firmly fastened over his nappy and the bars on the side of his cot. There was absolutely nothing he could do except lie there and accept his new status.
He suc-ked on his soother as the tears continued for flow. His mother smiled sadly. “That’s a good baby. You nurse that soother and everything will be fine.” And with that she left. He cried even harder and suc-ked even harder knowing full well that everything was far from fine.
The next day after his nappy change she put him in the lilac dress and tights. She pulled white frilly panties up over his nappy. When he caught himself in the mirror he saw that the dress only came to the top of his frilly panties that were subsequently on full show.
His mother left him in the high chair suc-king on his bottle as she prepared her own fried breakfast. Once he was in his play-pen she took out a list that Gillian had given her and went to the phone.
She dialled the first number. “Hello Mrs. Kruger. Is Jill there? No? I wonder could you ask her to ring me. Gillian gave me her number for babysitting.” Scott looked up from the pen.
“Hmm? Oh .. Scott. Yes, Scott. I’m afraid he developed a little problem and I’ve had to put him in nappies.” Scott heard the loud exclamation from the other end of the phone line. “I know.” “He’s fourteen.” Scott cringed. “Well, I’m afraid he hasn’t been very co-operative so I’ve had to strap mittens on his hands to stop him taking his nappy off. That means that he has to be bottle and spoon fed everything.” Scott heard another guffaw down the line.
“But it also means he can’t take off his dress.” “Hmmm? Yes, dress.” “Well, it’s a long story but you know how it’s much easier to change them in a short dress.” “And the wool-knit tights keep his legs warm.” Scott was going red just listening to this.
“So with Jill’s experience with babies I thought she might be able to sit him tonight so that I can go out to my card game. He won’t be any trouble at all. I have a high-chair for his feedings and he’s in his play-pen the rest of the time. She can put him in his cot after his eight o’clock bottle and that should be that, unless he wets or soils his nappy before I get home.” His mother had to hold the phone away from her ear at that stage.
“Yes, I know, it’s funny. She is actually younger than him. Do you think she’ll be happy to do it?” “Are you sure?” “You’re going to come too? I’m sure that won’t be necessary.” “Well, if you want to.” So Scott spent the whole day in dread of Jill Kruger coming to babysit him that night.
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They were due to come at 7pm but arrived several minutes early. His mother was almost finished spoon-feeding him his stewed apple dessert which was a reward for being such a good baby all day.
She put the bowl and spoon down on the tray in front of him. She popped his soother back in, which had been dangling from his dress, and went to answer the door.
“Where is he?” Jill asked with indecent haste. “We can’t wait to see him”, her mother added. “He’s in the kitchen”, his mother told them. They practically ran to the kitchen.
When they saw Scott in his high-chair they froze. Delighted looks spread across their faces. “Oh, he’s adorable!” “That lilac dress, oh it’s so cute.” “And the tights!” They walked over to the high-chair. “And he’s suc-king on a soother, isn’t that sweet!” “Yes, he’s not allowed speak when you put his soother in”, his mother explained. “We had to introduce that rule because he was complaining so much.”
Scott wanted to protest that he had been made suc-k on the soother all the time when he wasn’t suc-king on a bottle or being fed but he didn’t think it would help anyway.
“Do you want to finish feeding him while I get myself ready?” They practically fought over the spoon but Jill got there first. Her mother went to remove his soother. “Is it ok honey?” Scott frowned and nodded. Did she really think that he wanted to suc-k on it?
So Jill filled a spoon and held it up to his mouth. She was delighted the way he obediently opened his mouth. She put the spoon in and he closed his mouth over it. She slowly withdrew the spoon, seeming to be savouring every moment of this.
She fed him another few spoons and then scraped around the bowl determined to get every last spoonful. His mother came back into the kitchen at that point. “Great. You can bring him into his play-pen now.” Jill studied the high-chair. “There’s a little catch under the tray. He can’t open it so he’s safely confined to the high-chair.” Jill looked under the tray and squeezed the catch. She pulled back the tray and let him get down.
“Oh those panties!” Jill blurted. Her mother studied the bulge under the panties. “You must have him in cloth nappies then.” “Yes indeed, I never did believe in those disposables”, his mother told her. They went into his room.
“There’s a pile of clean nappies and plastic panties over there. All the necessary creams and powders.” The Krugers watched with interest as Scott waddled towards his play-pen. His mother held open the side until he was in. “It locks just here. Don’t worry he can’t undo that catch either so he’s kept safely in the pen.”
Jill and her mother looked around the room in fascination. Jill went over to the cot and looked at the selection of cuddly toys within. Her mother ran her fingers through his frilly dresses that hung in the corner.
“My goodness, he is completely provided for”, she said looking meaningfully at Jill and raising her eyebrows. “Do you want to make a regular arrangement with Jill?” she asked, fishing for more information. “How do you mean?” his mother asked. “Well, I’m sure she would be happy to baby-sit for you every Thursday night if you like.”
Scott’s ears pricked up at this. “That’s an excellent idea”, his mother said, confirming his fears. Jill and her mother smiled at the confirmation of their suspicions. Mrs. Kruger walked over to the pen and smiled down on the miserable looking boy.
His mother came over. “Isn’t it great that Jill’s from your class!” He just sat there sullenly. “I’m sure it’s reassuring for him to have his nappy changed by a girl he knows.”
With that his mother left. The Kruger’s stood over the play-pen. Scott was clutching a doll. “Hard to believe that two weeks ago he pulled up my skirt in front of the whole class”, Jill said. “Well, honey, nobody needs to pull up your dress. We can all see your pretty frilly panties.”
They surveyed the room fairly thoroughly. Scott watched them curiously. “No sign of his boy’s clothes anywhere!” Jill remarkd. She looked over at him. “Looks like you’re in it for the long-haul sweetie. Should be a nice regular earner for me. Who’d have thought I’d actually get paid to keep you in nappies and baby dresses?”
Scott was still awake in his cot when his mother arrived home. He could hear the whispered conversation. “So you’re ok for next week?” his mother asked Jill. “Sure. Any time. I’d be only too happy.”
Scott suc-ked hard on his soother and clutched his teddy tighter. He was clearly facing a long time in nappies. He half heartedly tugged on his mittens and poked at the fasteners over his nappy but as usual made no impression. He rolled onto his tummy. He knew well already that he could only sleep with his thickly nappied bottom in the air.
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The next day Gillian rang to arrange for Scott to come and visit her and Ralph. “They’ll have fun together.” Scott was very concerned about being brought out of the house. He presumed that the Kruger’s had spread the word at this stage and just about everyone in the neighbourhood must know that he was being kept in nappies and baby dresses but he still preferred not to have to face anyone.
When Gillian arrived she wheeled a large baby-buggy into his room. Scott whimpered through his soother as they took him from the play-pen and sat him in the buggy. They pulled straps around his arms and buckled them across his chest. His mother pushed him towards the front door and he fought back the tears.
Gillian had backed her van to the front door and a little ramp was positioned at the back. He was pushed out the door and up the ramp where his buggy was locked in position.
The van windows were partly tinted and he could see out ok but he wasn’t sure how well people could see in. He sat there nervously as the van pulled out onto the street. Nobody seemed to pay any attention outside until they were stopped at a junction. A girl in a car in the next lane looked over curiously. Scott looked rigidly in front. He could see her squint and give a perplexed look. She could see a face with a soother and a frilly bonnet and was clearly working out was the face not much bigger than it should have been. The cars pulled away.
When they arrived at Gillian’s house, Scott was wheeled down the ramp and into the house. They went in to a bright room. It was decorated in pink and white like a nursery. Scott’s mother looked around her and was clearly thrilled. He could see that she was taking mental notes.
A teen-age girl was standing beside a large play-pen. “Ralph! Your little play mate is here!” “This is Sally”, Gillian said. “She baby-sits Ralph for me.” “Hi!” Sally said brightly, clearly a girl very happy with her job.
Then Scott saw the figure in the play-pen. Eighteen-year-old Ralph cut an even more ridiculous figure in the frilly sky blue dress flared at the breast with snow white petticoats underneath. He wore big white bloomers with sky blue lace around the elasticated legs just above his knees. His nappy was so thick it looked like his bum was floating above the ground. His hands were strapped into mittens too.
The women watched with smiles as Scott approached the play-pen uncertainly. Sally opened the side. “In you go!” she sang. Scott waddled in. Ralph moved over for him. Scott flopped down. Ralph looked around the pen and selected a doll. He handed it to Scott and smiled. The women all went “ahh!”
Scott took it. He was troubled by how Ralph showed no signs of being embarrassed or ashamed of being an 18 year old boy in a nappy and baby dress, confined to a play-pen. Obviously what Gillian said was right. He would become used to it. He didn’t like that thought at all. Of course, Ralph was now in nappies and baby dresses for four years! One supposes he’d have to be used to it.
Scott wondered how long it would take for him to become used to it. He didn’t want to become used to it! He wanted to stomp his feet and shout but he knew it would only make things worse so he just hugged the dolly and suc-ked on his soother.
“Ralph’s nappy seems to be much thicker than Scott’s” his mother observed. “Yes”, Gillian confirmed, “it has much more absorbency. Would you like to try one on Scott?” “Oh yes please”, his mother replied.
So Scott was taken to a changing table. It had drawers built into the side of the table marked “Nappies” and “Plastic Panties”. “Oh we must get one of those changing tables” his mother said.
Scott was put up on the table and his mother removed his shoes and frilly panties before undoing all the fasteners on his nappy cover. She pulled down his tights and the plastic panties. She unpinned his nappy and he co-operatively raised his bottom. Although he couldn’t see below his dress what she was doing, he was becoming familiar with the routine.
Gillian took a thick cotton nappy square and showed his mother how to fold it into a kite shape and then she folded the top down. She slid it under his bottom and brought the two points around in front of him. “Now you fold the lower point over a few times creating a very thick absorbent pad in the front where it really counts.” When the nappy was pulled up between his legs they were spread far apart. Gillian pinned the nappy in place. She pulled extra large plastic panties up over his nappy.
Scott’s mother pulled his tights up and had to really stretch them over the thicker nappy. The nappy cover only barely fitted over it and his mother had great difficulty redoing the fasteners.
When he was let down from the changing table his legs were bowed due to the thick nappy. His mother smiled. “Walk over to the pen honey.” Scott had to carefully swing one leg around after the other as he tottered over towards the pen. The women all tittered. “Perfect! Now he walks just like a real baby”, his mother observed.
Scott stopped before he reached the pen. She was right, these nappies were completely impractical. He could barely walk. “Can you give me a full supply of those nappies?” his mother asked. “Certainly”, Gillian assured her. Scott sagged visibly.
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“It’s such a nice day why don’t we go to the park?” Gillian suggested. Ralph stopped playing with rattle for a moment and looked quite sad.
She let Ralph out of the pen and fetched a pink leather harness. She pulled it over his arms and started strapping him in. She turned him to face Scott as she buckled it at his back. It had the words “Baby Ralph” across his chest. Scott felt so sorry for him.
Then the two women turned towards Scott. “Don’t worry, I have a spare harness.” It said “Mummy’s Pet”.
“Now fetch your pram Ralph”, Gillian instructed. Ralph waddled to the corner of the room and pulled a stroller from the collection of toys in the corner. He waddled to his play-pen and fetched the dolly he had been holding. He put her in the pram.
Gillian disappeared out to a garden shed for a few minutes and came back with what looked like an older pram for Scott. He was made to put his dolly into it.
He noticed that Ralph was eyeing the clock anxiously. Given that they both appeared to be facing abject humiliation in public, he couldn’t understand why the time mattered one whit.
The two mothers took their respective harnesses and the boys started pushing their prams towards the front door. Scott knew that he shouldn’t be doing this without kicking and screaming but knew that there were enough straps, buckles and locks around to make him do whatever they wanted so there seemed little point but as he waddled his way towards the front door and suc-ked on his soother, he felt thoroughly sick.
As the door opened he couldn’t help it. Tears streamed down his face as he was brought out in public in the outrageously frilly baby dress and panties with the entire world left in no doubt that he was in a very thick cloth nappy. He proceeded to wet his nappy.
He looked over to Ralph for support. He looked quite morose but otherwise just suc-ked rhythmically on his soother. How could you ever get used to this? Scott wondered.
The two boys pushed their prams down the road in front of their mothers. Scott hesitated when he saw a woman emerge from a house ahead of them. His mother gave him a nudge from behind and he waddled on.
The women hurried to ensure that she met them. “Hello Gillian. Isn’t Baby Ralph looking pretty today?” Scott watched as Ralph stopped pushing his pram and swept out the petticoats of his baby dress and executed a deep curtsey. “And who is this?” the woman said turning her attention to Scott. “This is Baby Scott”, Gillian told her. “He’s just a few days back in nappies.”
“Really?” the woman said. “Isn’t amazing how teenage boys make such adorable baby girls”, she said with delight. She walked along with the entourage for a while.
They turned onto the main road. They met several local people most of whom just greeted Gillian and smiled knowingly at Ralph who they were clearly used to. They gave Scott an interested look. A few stopped to talk. “Isn’t it lovely that Baby Ralph now has someone to play with?”
As they walked, on Scott heard a bell ring up ahead. He noticed that there was a school there. The bell was followed by a growing chatter of hundreds of children being let out of school. He recalled the way Ralph looked nervously at the clock and realised now why he was so concerned.
The boys waddled past the school just as the children came flooding out the gate. “Look it’s Baby Ralph and he’s got a new friend.” The boys had to stop pushing their prams because of the crowd. “This is Baby Scott” Gillian told everyone. “Ha, it’s a boy too!” someone guffawed. “Doesn’t look much like a boy!” They all laughed.
“Is your nappy wet you sissy baby?” a girl teased. Scott just looked at the ground in front of him as he felt the heavily soaked nappy around him and wondered was it sagging obviously.
The mothers did nothing to discourage the teasing and just stood and observed while a stream of children mocked the boys for their frilly baby dresses, enormous nappies and sissy tights.
When the flow of children eased a bit, Ralph pushed his pram forward slowly and Scott followed. But they were followed by a dozen or so children who were heading in the same direction.
“They can’t even walk properly” one girl scoffed. “Our big babies are in extra thick nappies so that when they wet themselves there is plenty of absorption”, Gillian explained helpfully The girl roared laughing at the way she said “when they wet themselves” rather than “if”.
A few minutes later they reached the park. Inside the gate there was a playground. The two boys were ordered to push their prams in there. There was a seesaw. Ralph and Scott were told to sit at either end. The reins of their harness were tied around the ends of the see-saw. The two mothers sat down on a bench.
The boys pushed themselves up and down. Their petticoats and short dresses billowed as they descended. They must have been there for 30 minutes. The boys were thoroughly bored but a large crowd had gathered to spectate.
Eventually the big babies were freed and they pushed their prams home, waddling noticeably quicker that before. Several times Scott’s mother had to tug on his reins to slow him down a bit.
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Back at the house his mother prepared to leave. “Why don’t you keep that harness and the old pram”, Gillian offered. “Why, that’s most kind”, Scott’s mother replied, looking at Scott with a smile. He looked crestfallen. She would only need a harness for him if she intended taking him on walks.
Soon he was strapped into his stroller and told to wave to Ralph. He had just finished a bottle. Gillian took it from him and he waved back. Then he looked around him. “Ngngng!” “What’s wrong honey?” Gillian asked. “Ngngng!” he blurted looking up at her with sad eyes. “Oh! Where is your soother?” She rushed around the room looking for it. “NGNGNGNG!” “It’s ok honey. I’ll find it.” She was looking increasingly desperate. “Here it is.” She rushed over. Ralph’s mouth was wide open, desperate to receive his soother. She inserted it and he suc-ked happily on it. Scott looked on with mounting concern. Ralph was clearly dependent on his soother.
Scott’s mother took the name of the man who wallpapered Ralph’s nursery and the name of the shop that sold the wallpaper covered with pink and yellow letter blocks. Scott realised what it meant if she was intending to go to so much trouble as to wallpaper his room with a nursery print.
As he suspected, within days his room was redecorated with wallpaper of pink butterflies and lacey curtains. He now had a new changing table with handy drawers to store a large supply of thick nappies and extra large plastic panties.
One day Gillian arrived in the van. Scott was strapped into his buggy and given a dolly to hold. As his mother wheeled him towards the front door she told him “we’re off down to the mall. We can walk.” “Mmmpppffff?!?” He had assumed that he was being wheeled to the van but it seemed that his mother was about to parade him down the high street and around the mall!
Scott struggled in the buggy but he was firmly strapped in. His mother calmly wheeled him out the front door and there was just nothing he could do about it. Tears flowed down his face as he was wheeled out to the footpath.
One of the ladies who had seen him in the high-chair on his first morning in nappies came along. “Hello! I see Scott is still in his baby-dresses. My goodness that is a thick nappy!” Scott desperately tried to push his dress down to little avail. His mother explained his new thicker nappies in detail.
As they talked other neighbours arrived. Scott wished his mother would stop talking but each new person had more questions. “Is he actually using his nappies?” “Even for number 2s?!”
He was actually relieved when they started to move on but then remembered that they were heading for the crowded high street. Tears flowed again and he found himself suc-king on his soother for comfort. This made him cry more.
But not many of the onlookers seemed to feel sorry for the blubbering boy. They were highly amused by his baby dresses and nappy. They just loved his tights and bonnet.
At the mall his mother wheeled him towards the crèche. The ladies in charge were thrilled to have him given over to their care. His mother pointed out the changing bag in the back of the buggy and his bottle which he would need in half-an-hour or so.
They let him out of the buggy and he waddled over amongst the real babies and toddlers who were initially astonished but were soon laughing their heads off. Scott flopped down and looked around at the toys trying to figure out if he could play with any of them.
He tried to handle the Lego but couldn’t because of his mittens. A toddler came over and took the Lego from him. “Look this is how it works”, he explained carefully as he stuck two bricks together.
“These ladies are going to look after you while I’m shopping”, his mother explained loudly and slowly. “I won’t be more than an hour.”
The crèche was in the middle of the main concourse and had completely glass walls so that parents could always be assured that their child was ok. A crowd gathered all the way around to see the teen-age boy in the baby dress and nappy. There was no way that Scott could turn to conceal his frilly panties.
The crowd were delighted when one of the ladies in charge gave him his bottle. They laughed at the way he obediently suc-ked and suc-ked on the teat.
The hour was almost up and Scott felt a number 2 coming on quickly. He kept a close eye all around, desperately hoping his mother would emerge from the crowd.
But it was building up and there was no way he was going to be able to hold it. He tried to let it go gently but a loud burst of flatulence was following by a slushing noise. He winced. The ladies all froze and looked at him wondering had they heard right. It was obvious from his miserable expression that their suspicions were correct. And then they got the whiff.
The children around him all backed off. The ladies were reluctant to come any closer. None of them wanted this particular job!
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Then his mother pushed through the tittering crowd. She marched over before being stopped in her tracks by the smell. “Oh dear!” She laughed. “We’d better get you to the changing room.”
She helped him get very gingerly to his feet. She brought him to the buggy. He looked at her in disbelief. Did she expect him to sit into it? Did she not realise what that would do?!
Everyone was watching eagerly and he realised that the only way he was going to get out of here was to co-operate. He very, very slowly dropped his bottom into the buggy. As he sat down he grimaced and people in the crowd could be heard moaning “Oh my gawd!” “Ew!”
His mother wheeled him to the changing room. Several other ladies crammed in behind her to see. Scott had to climb up on the changing bench. Others were pushing at the door trying to get in and see. Suddenly, the crowd backed out in horror out and everyone outside concluded that she must have undone the nappy.
It took a lot of tissues to get him clean but he was soon enfolded again in a thick clean nappy. His plastic panties, tights and nappy cover were all restored and his mother sat him into the buggy.
Outside the changing room the crowd parted in front of him and Scott was wheeled away. He tried not to suc-k on his soother or hug his dolly too obviously although he was very upset at the laughter and comments from the crowd.
At home his mother reckoned that he needed a nap after all that excitement. He was never so happy to be in his comfy nightie, tucked up in the fluffy blankets and able to suc-k on his soother and clutch his dolly without fear of ridicule.
The next day that Jill babysat him she said to his mother “lots of my friends would love to help babysit him but none of them are familiar with the old cloth nappies that he wears.” “That’s no problem”, his mother replied. “Ask them all over one evening and I’ll demonstrate to them.”
Twelve teen-age girls filed into the nursery the next day. “As you can see Baby Scott is fully catered for”, his mother announced proudly. The girls gasped and tittered at the nursery wallpaper, his play-pen, cot and high-chair.
They gathered around the big baby in his pen. “As you can see, his hands are in mittens so that he can’t take off his nappy or his dress. It’s very important that we keep his hands in mittens. He seems to have accepted by now that he needs to wear nappies but we can’t take any chances.” Kyle sat there with his head bowed.
“For some reason he doesn’t seem to like his pretty baby dresses”, she explained as the girls tittered, “so he might try to take it off if he gets a chance. Also, his mittens ensure that he can’t get out of his pen or the cot or his high-chair. As you can see, we keep his soother pinned to his dress. There can be war if he’s without his soother for a minute!” Scott glared at her as the girls laughed.
“Here you can see his changing table. There’s an ample supply of nappies in the top drawer and plastic panties in the lower drawer. These very thick nappies can take several wettings so we usually only have to change him if he does a number 2. But we’ll make an exception this time so we can demonstrate to you.” She opened the side of the play-pen. “Come on honey.” Scott wasn’t too quick to come and have his nappy changed in front of twelve girls.
As he waddled across the floor there was more sniggering. He hopped up on the changing table, lay back and pulled up his petticoats. His mother pulled down his pink panties. “Now you can see several fasteners there on his nappy cover. He can’t undo them of course but they pop out easily.” Then she pulled down his tights. “There are a couple of dozen pairs of tights in the drawer over there if he needs clean ones. It’s important that we keep his little leggies warm and snug, isn’t it?” He glared up at her.
She peeled off his plastic panties and dropped them in a bucket. Many of the girls squirmed as she unpinned his soggy nappy and dropped it in with a splat. As Scott lay there naked from the waste down, holding his petticoats up co-operatively, his mother chose this moment to explain in detail all of the powders and creams that were there.
Scott just wanted himself covered up again. “And this is the cream for nappy rash. When needed, this must be applied at each change.”
Eventually she pulled a nappy under his bottom and he co-operated completely, desperately wanting this display to be over. “Make sure to pull his tights up over his nappy before fastening the nappy cover in place and then the pretty pink panties over that. There we are”, she finished, “happy as Larry.” Scott continued to glare at her. “Now who wants to give him his bottle?” “Me!” “Me!” “ME!”
The girls were there for two hours. His mother detailed every part of his routine. His naps: “Make sure he has his teddy to cuddle and don’t forget to switch his soother over from his dress to his nightie. Tuck him in nice and tight.” Scott looked up through the lace of his bonnet at the ring of smiling faces surrounding his cot.
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The following week his mother wanted to go into the city for the day and engaged Jill to baby-sit him. When Jill arrived his mother reminded her of his bottle, feeding and nap times. “It’s not long since I changed him so he should be good in that nappy until evening if he doesn’t soil himself.” With that she left.
Jill knelt by the side of the cot. “She doesn’t let you speak at all, does she?” she asked, flicking the ring on his soother. Scott shook his head glumly. Was Jill going to let him talk?
“Good. You wouldn’t tell on me anyway, would you?” she asked in a vaguely threatening tone. Scott decided that he should fully co-operate with the girl who had control of feeding and changes for the day. He shook his head.
The doorbell rang. Scott could hear the chatter of girls outside. Jill let them in. A dozen of her friends came in. It was a hot day and they were mostly dressed in strap-tops and shorts or mini-skirts. They gathered around the play-pen to admire Scott. “Oh he’s so cute!” “And she’s keeping him in nappies and baby-dresses permanently then?” “Looks like it. Look at all she’s spent on decorating his nursery. And those pretty dresses must cost a fortune.”
One of the older girls, Tanya, leaned into the play-pen. “What a cute little baby you are” and she gave him a kiss on the cheek. Scott couldn’t help but notice her cleavage in the low cut top. He felt himself harden in his nappy.
Someone put on a tape and they started dancing around the room. They were giggling and jumping around the place. Scott sat in the middle of his pen with a dozen teen-age girls dancing around him.
Then Tanya removed her top leaving just her bra. She was clearly the ring leader and the others followed her example. Then she peeled off her shorts. Soon all the girls were dancing around in just their bras and panties. Scott didn’t know where to look. Well, he did, but you know what I mean!
The girls were clearly not bothered by the presence of a teen-age boy, not one confined to a play-pen, wearing a frilly baby dress and nappies anyway. He was able to stare at any body part without anyone batting an eyelid. He was very hard now under his thick nappy.
Then Jill and Tanya had an idea. They ran upstairs with a couple of other girls. In a few minutes they returned. Tanya was wearing black stockings and suspenders. Jill was wearing a slinky slip.
Scott suc-ked on his soother, trying to calm himself down. A few months ago he’d have given anything to be in the middle of twelve girls sporting lingerie but it was purely frustrating now.
Then Jill stopped dancing suddenly. “It’s time for his bottle.” She went into the kitchen while a couple of girls opened the side of his play-pen and helped Scott into his high-chair. Tanya came in with the bottle. She removed his soother and pushed the teat into his mouth. He tried not to look at her breasts which were barely contained by her bra. The teat on the bottle took on a whole new meaning for him now.
He tried to get the frustrating mental picture out of his mind as he suc-ked on the teat and warm milk spurted into his mouth. Tanya started bopping up and down to the sound of the music which didn’t help.
Scott was glad when it came to the time for his afternoon nap. The girls turned off the music and had a bit of quiet time themselves. When Jill changed Scott into his nightie he was worried that she might detect the extra bulge in his nappy but it was so thick at the front, thanks to those extra folds, that it wasn’t obvious.
She tucked Scott in, inserted his soother and attached it to his nightie. She handed him his teddy and he took it under his arm. The girls all went “ah” and “so sweet” before they left him in piece.
But the soother now conjured up images for Scott. He was still hard. There was no way he could sleep. He spat out the soother and within a few minutes was sufficiently relaxed to drop off. But he heard a noise. He opened his eyes to see Tanya leaning over the side of the cot looking down on him. He looked up crossly at being woken. “Oh what’s wrong honey? Ah, I see you’ve lost you doh-doh, here.” She leaned into the cot, practically pressing her breasts into Scott’s face. That had to be deliberate.
“There you go!” She popped the soother into his mouth again. The close brush only made it worse. He was harder than ever now. “Now don’t lose your soother again”, she warned, wagging her finger before she went. “I’ll be checking up on you.”
Unable to spit the soother out, he couldn’t cast off the close-up image of her breasts. There was nothing for it. He turned on his tummy and started thrusting his hips. He suc-ked on the soother and thought of Tanya’s breasts. He was hard as a rock but the thick nappy dulled the feeling crucially. He put his hands down in front but between the thick mittens and his thick nappy they made no impression.
He moaned through the soother. He was right on the verge. He thrust harder but he could feel no extra friction through the thick nappy. This continued for about three minutes before he was forced to conclude that it wasn’t going to happen. “Ngngngg!”
He curled up in the cot. There was no way he could get rid of the hard-on but he was never going to be able to bring it to fruition.
When his nap was over the girls were still in their underwear and resumed their dancing. Scott spent an extremely frustrating afternoon. Tanya gave him his next bottle. The other girls went upstairs to out some make-up.
Tanya stood beside Scott in the high chair. “What a little cutie you are”, she said and kissed him on his forehead. She put an arm around him and gave him a sideways hug. Then she pulled him in closer, pressed his face against her breast. Then she pushed the teat of the baby bottle into his mouth. Scott was about to explode but had to suc-k on the teat.
Just when he got in a rhythm, she pulled the teat out again and once again pressed his face against her breasts. There was no way Scott was going to resist this. It was too tempting. She waggled the teat about his lips. He tried to suc-k on it but she pulled it away playfully before letting him suc-k again.
By the time he finished the bottle he was exhausted. Jill came down stairs. “Goodness your all flushed!” Tanya smiled as she rinsed out the baby bottle.
Eventually the girls all dressed and left. Scott was relieved – in one sense anyway. His balls ached from the non-stop arousal since that morning. He was quite happy to be tucked up with teddy shortly after eight with a nice warm bottle of milk in his tummy. “Don’t forget your soother”, his mother reminded him as she slipped it into his mouth. She was used to the forlorn look on his face when he had to suc-k on his soother but this time she had no idea what lay behind it. He suc-ked on the soother and immediately started to harden. He winced. “Nighty, night!”
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The following week a lady called from the Social Workers’ office. “You really can’t keep a teen-age boy just like a baby girl - even if he has wetting problems.” Scott saw light at the end of the tunnel.
The lady headed for the door. “I’ll come back tomorrow morning. And I want to see him dressed in boy’s clothes and ready for school.” This last bit brought Scott down to earth. School? He couldn’t face his school friends after this. Most of the girls that watched him having his nappy changed and being bottle fed were in his class - some in the class behind him.
They would torment him. He’d never be able to endure the taunting. And it wouldn’t be just for a few days. Something like this they’d never forget.
So it was with great trepidation that he stood there the following morning – a pair of trousers bulging over his nappy. His mother insisted that he needed the nappy. Even the thinner triangular nappies were obvious under his trousers.
When the social worker arrived, she insisted that his mother should let him try it without the nappy. So he stood at the front door, a pair of boxers under his trousers. His mother opened the door. He stepped towards the door frame. He saw his friends Sam and Tommy. “Hey look it’s the sissy baby!” Scott wet himself profusely.
He tried to dodge back inside but his mother wouldn’t let him drip pee all over her carpet. So he stood there as his friends roared laughing until she spread a sheet that the decorator had used.
“I told you he needed a nappy”, his mother protested. The social worker was silent. Scott was blubbering. “I don’t want to go back to school! I want to stay here with Mummy!” “Alright. If that’s what you want, go ahead!” She made a short note on her report sheet and left.
Scott was still blubbering as his mother brought him to the changing table. She found a soother. “Here honey.” He accepted it somewhat guiltily. He continued sniffling in between suc-king on his soother.
She pulled the wet clothes off him. “You agree then that you need to wear a nappy?” Scott still reckoned that it was the fright of seeing his friends that set him off but he was in no position to argue. He didn’t want to be sent back to school. He nodded warily.
His mother took one of the thick nappy squares, much to his disappointment. She folded the point up a few times, spread his legs apart and pinned it in place with two pink safety pins. She flapped out a large pair of plastic panties and pulled them up over his nappy. She meticulously ensured that the nappy was tucked inside the elasticated legs and waist as usual.
Scott grimaced as she took a pair of pink opaque tights but he was afraid to argue. She pulled them up over his nappy. She took a pink dress and pulled it over his head. She zipped him up. She pulled the nappy cover under his bottom. He held the dress up helpfully at the front while she snapped the fasteners tightly over his nappy.
She took the mittens. There was a little whimper of resistance through his soother. She looked at him to see if there was going to be a problem. He decided not to argue. He really didn’t want to face all his friends in school.
She pulled one mitten on and fastened it in place. He mournfully looked on as she pulled the other one on. He was once more going to be completely helpless. She buckled it in place. “There.” Once she had tied on his bonnet and bootees he was all set.
She led him over to the play pen. “Now there’s not going to be any more grumpiness from you is there? You wanted to stay at home with Mummy didn’t you?” He nodded. She opened the side of the pen to let him in. “You’re going to be a good baby for Mummy now aren’t you?” Scott waddled into the pen and sat down. He nodded.
She closed the side of the pen with a click. “Very good. Now play with your toys.” She walked away to the sound of Scott shaking his rattle. She could hear him playing seemingly contentedly for the rest of the morning.
He watched her as she threw the sodden trousers and boxer shorts into a bin bag. He only got to wear the trousers for an hour and he wondered when he would ever wear a pair again. His mother went out the door and he could hear the bag being thrown into the wheelie-bin outside.
There were no grimaces when she spoon-fed him his pureed vegetables for dinner. He obediently accepted every mouthful. He climbed into his cot at nap time and looked up doe-eyed at her from beneath his bonnet as he suc-ked on his soother and hugged his teddy.
The next morning she decided on an outing. He expected to be strapped into the buggy but she obviously decided that he did not need to be wheeled out against his will. She strapped a pink leather harness onto him. “Come along now”, she said as she took up the rein.
He waddled obediently towards the front door and out. Half-way down the street they met a neighbour. She smiled at the way he suc-ked on his soother and clutched his dolly seemingly contentedly as they chatted. “The social worker wanted to send him back to school but Scott wanted to stay at home with Mummy didn’t you?” Scott nodded. “Really?!” the neighbour asked. “He needs his nappies now anyway”, his mother explained, “and I think he’s grown to love his pretty dresses.” Scott just looked at the ground and didn’t contradict her. He had given up trying to push his short dresses down to cover his frilly panties. Everyone knew now anyway.
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Scott woke at about 7am as usual. He could feel that his nappy was quite wet. He had obviously wet himself a couple of times during the night. He no longer particularly noticed anymore.
He looked through the bars of his cot at the baby monitor on the side table. There was no point in waking his mother now. She would be up in an hour or so. He just lay back, suc-ked on his soother and clutched his teddy tight.
He heard her get up, go to the bathroom and potter about for a while. Then the shower went. He could hear her humming. Then she returned to her room and in her own good time and eventually opened the door to the nursery.
“Hello darling.” “Mmmppff. Ngngng.” Scott replied. She looked into the cot. “How are we this morning?” “Mmnngg.” “How is our nappy?” Scott emitted a plaintive “nnggghhh”. “OK. I’ll change you shortly.”
She opened the curtains. Scott clambered to his knees and clutched the bars of the cot. She tidied up the toys and clothes that were scattered around the room, humming as she went.
Eventually she returned to the cot and removed the side bars. Scott clambered down and waddled towards the changing table. “Up we go.” He lay back. She popped open the fasteners on his nappy cover. She pulled down his plastic panties and dropped them in the plastic bucket. She unpinned his sodden nappy and let it go with a splosh.
She continued humming as she cleaned around his bottom. Then she powdered him. She opened the drawer containing an ample supply of thick nappy squares. He raised his bottom, she slipped it under him and pulled the sides around. She folded the front point over a few times before pinning it in place.
She opened the drawer containing a dozen plastic panties, selected a pair and pulled them up over his nappy. Then she went to his clothes drawer and pulled out a pair of baby pink tights. She pulled them up his legs and stretched them over the enormous nappy.
She selected the pink polka dot baby dress, pulled it over his head and zipped him up. She tugged the nappy cover under his bottom, pulled it up the other side and snapped the fasteners in place. Then she took a pair of pink petti pants and pulled them up over his tights and nappy cover.
She placed the frilly bonnet on his head and tied it under his chin in a bow. She tied the fleece booties on his feet. Scott just suc-ked on his soother while she dressed him.
She brought him into the kitchen and he hopped up into his high-chair. She strapped him in and clicked the tray in place in front of him. She warmed some milk before pouring it into his bottle. She handed it to him and he started suc-king on it.
Then she prepared her own breakfast of eggs and waffles. She sat at the table eating this while Scott finished his bottle. Then she took a bowl, but a couple of rusks in it and added milk. She half mashed it before bringing it over to Scott and spoon feeding him the lumpy mixture.
Scott took his breakfast without complaint and sat in the high-chair playing with letter blocks while his mother washed up. Then she brought him to the play-pen. He spent the next couple of hours watching the Teletubbies and Barney from the pen. He hummed along to the songs through his soother. After that the programmes changed and were more suitable for pre-school kids so his mother turned it off.
He had a new toy which was like a cartwheel with various rattles and clickers on the spokes and a big button in the centre which triggered the playing of a nursery rhyme when pressed. His mother worked in the back garden. If a few minutes passed without her hearing the shaking of a rattle or the tune of a nursery rhyme, she would come in to check on him.
When she finally finished the garden she came in to the pen. “Must go to the shops dear.” She fetched his harness and strapped him in. She picked up a shopping bag in one hand and his reins in the other. “Off we go.” He waddled towards the door. “Oh, nearly forgot Susie!” He waddled back to the pen and picked up his favourite doll with both hands.
Half-way down the road they met Mrs. Irwin and her three-year-old daughter Millie. They greeted each other. “Millie is wearing her first pair of jeans today”, her mother announced. Millie tucked her fingers inside the waist band and wiggled her bum a little. “And I see Scott has a new baby dress.” “Yes”, his mother confirmed, “don’t you love the polka dots? Turn around dear.” Scott turned around so that Mrs. Irwin could see the big bow at the back. “Gorgeous!” He could feel her run her fingers through the lace on his panties. “Those tights are a lovely light shade of pink.”
Scott went to continue the full turn but realised that his reins would get tangled so he reversed. Millie was sneering at his dress and frilly panties. He clutched Susie tighter.
“Millie is out of nappies now too. Aren’t you dear?” Millie nodded firmly with a snooty look at Scott. “Gosh! You’re a big girl now! Scott is wetting himself in his sleep now”, his mother informed them. “I think he barely notices. Sometimes his nappy is completely soaked before he looks for it to be changed.” Scott suc-ked hard on his soother.
They chatted a little more. Mainly about how Millie was growing up so quickly and how Scott was becoming more and more like a real baby. By the time they moved on Scott was fighting back the tears.
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She let him sit in the high-chair in the kitchen for the company while she prepared lunch. “Mmmpppfff”, she heard him cry. “What’s wrong honey?” He had a sad look on his face. He pointed to the floor. His dolly had obviously slipped from under his arm and fell on the floor. “Oh poor Susie!” She went over and picked his doll up and handed it to him. He tucked Susie under his arm again and continued playing with his blocks.
After lunch his mother decided it was such a nice day that she would put his play-pen in the front garden. He was only there a few minutes when Millie showed up with her friend Vicky who was visiting. She hitched up her jeans proudly. “Big baby Scott is still in nappies even though he’s fourteen!” she explained. “You mean it’s a boy!” Vicky exclaimed, studying Scott’s pink dress and frilly panties. “Yes! He loves wearing baby dresses and tights.” Vicky sniggered.
“You look very pretty in your frilly dress”, Vicky teased Scott. “He’s not allowed to talk. He just suc-ks on his soother all the time”, Millie explained. They made him play with his rattles and blocks until his mother came out after an hour or so. Scott had been tiring of the girls’ persistent attention and looked pained.
“He gets grumpy around this time if he doesn’t get his nap”, his mother explained. She let him out of the pen and brought him in to his cot. He curled up with his teddy. In the early days of his ordeal he just lay there wide awake through his “nap” time but he was becoming used to it now and soon dropped off, his soother still in. He vaguely felt a cosy warmth spread around his nappy as he wet himself in his sleep.
She woke him for his four o’clock bottle. He lay back in his cot suc-king on the teat as she laid out his baby dress, tights and booties. Jill called later in time to spoon-feed him his dinner. She was meticulous and always scooped up every last bit of the mix as well as scraping off the bits that stuck around his mouth.
Because he’d been such a good baby he was awarded a lollipop. This was like a taste explosion compared to his milk, rusks and pureed vegetables that were his usual fare. He now realised that he had to be a good little baby if he wanted treats like this so he did his best to co-operate.
A large poo after his dinner meant that he needed to be changed. Jill was happy to volunteer. Scott just followed orders and lay back suc-king his soother and hugging his dolly while she went about the business. Then his mother put him down in the cot. She handed him his final bottle of the day to suc-k on while she snapped the nappy cover of his nightie tightly over his nappy.
She tucked him in, gave him his teddy and switched on the baby monitor. She went over to the side table and started the tape of gentle nursery rhymes. She came back and looked into the cot. He suc-ked contentedly on his soother and smiled up at her, hoping for a nice lollipop tomorrow.
“Sweet dreams”, she whispered as she clicked out the light, leaving the gentle rosy glow of the night light in the corner.
Scott turned onto his belly with his thickly nappied bottom in the air and his legs splayed apart. He suc-ked on his soother and hugged his teddy as he thought: another day down. Probably a couple of thousand more of the same to go. Nothing he could do but accept it and try to be a perfect baby for his mommy.
[concluded]