The Perverse Revenge of Miss Hazel

[Baby Bobby]

                    CHAPTER ONE

Ever since she had been little, Gina Carver had wanted a baby girl of her own.

As a child, she had always had a very realistic (and expensive) baby doll she had cared for as her own, and in her later years, she was perpetually busy babysitting the neighborhood's youngest children.
Growing into her teens, her goal of having a family and a baby girl of her own began taking clearer shape--first, to find a man who wanted a family as much as she did, and then to settle down and get married.

Although some might have called her obsessive, and her goals, perhaps a bit short sighted, she was fortunate to be blessed with good looks and a body that attracted men like bears to honey. Unfortunately, many of the guys she  went out with, really only wanted to get the curvy brunette into the sack, before moving on to greener pastures. Very few, if any, expressed any interest in settling down and raising a family.

That was, until she met Daniel. They hit it off immediately, and their courtship soon blossomed into love. He appeared to be the perfect man for her--her soul mate that shared her desire to have kids and raise a loving family.
Six months after they first dated, the two were married in a simple ceremony and a fabulous whirlwind of a honeymoon followed, with three weeks in sun-drenched Tuscany.

And then, a bit over a year later, Gina joyfully gave birth to her first child, a cherubic boy they named Timmy.
Although inwardly, Gina was disappointed that he wasn't a girl, she was buoyed by his delicate features and attractive, almost pretty looks. Many people thought he had the makings of a child model and Gina smothered him with her love and affection.

Nevertheless, her desire to achieve her lifelong goal of having a baby girl hadn't receded with the arrival of Timmy, if anything, it had only gotten stronger. However, despite her early success in bearing a child, the second one stubbornly eluded her. Daniel and Gina tried everything they could, but every month, brought no further good news from her pregnancy tests.

As the months rolled by, and slowly turned to years, Daniel began thinking there was something wrong with his wife. His strict religious upbringing made him inclined to believe that god had turned his back on her, and by extension, him--making him cast doubt on their relationship. As time went by, he became resentful and suspicious of his attractive wife.

In addition, the two of them began having differences in how Timmy was being raised. From Daniel's perspective, Gina seemed to be making little or no effort to potty train Timmy, and to all outward appearances, she seemed content to keep him as a baby in perpetuity. She coddled and cuddled him, treating his daytime wetting as if it were perfectly normal.

And then one day, on Timmy's fourth birthday, the entire house of cards came tumbling down when Daniel abruptly announced he was having an affair with one of the parishioners at their church. This was a devastating blow for Gina, who had invested everything, both emotionally and career-wise into their relationship.
During the subsequent contentious argument, the shouting back and forth devolved until Daniel revealed his anger over Gina's methods of parenting their only child. He thought she had kept him diapers for far too long and he questioned why a four year-old should still be treated like a toddler and still be breastfeeding from his mother.

Shocked and stung by his angry words, Gina vociferously defended Timmy, saying not all children could be expected to be potty trained at such a tender age, and that she had wanted her breast milk to be as ready as possible for their next child.
Poor Timmy burst into tears at the sight of his parents fighting so heatedly and he cried himself to sleep that night after his father stormed out.

And so began a very difficult phase of their lives, as Gina struggled to cope with raising her child alone. Timmy was fortunate, in that his beautiful mother had a deep and vast reserve of unquenchable love for him. To be sure, some outside observers might have found her techniques strange, noting that Timmy continued to sleep in his crib, and his diapers remained a daily fact of life, even going into his fifth year.

As time passed, some of her friends even began to shun her, which only caused to her to become more reclusive, and obsessed with her Timmy. She no longer had any legitimate reason to continue breastfeeding her son, but she found he became upset when he was denied nursing from her and the act had a profound calming effect on the distraught child.

While she never actually acknowledged it verbally--subconsciously, Gina wanted to keep Timmy as her precious little baby forever. She abandoned her plans to potty train him, and Timmy's vast collection of infant clothes only continued to expand as time went on. The fact was, Gina loved to dress him in soft, innocent colors of pink, lilac, and cheerful yellows. His outfits grew more and more girlish and Gina delighted in buying him babyish, colorful plastic panties for his diapers in nursery prints, polka dots, and playful patterns.
Now unhindered and left to her own devices, Gina scoured the internet for baby clothing in larger sizes, dressing him each day in short diaper tops, onesies, and cute, ruffled rompers.

For Timmy's part, he loved all the attention and love she showered upon him, and he never questioned what others thought was an increasingly bizarre treatment of him by his mother. Having only rarely been exposed to other kids his age, he didn't think it was unusual to be treated as a baby, even as he blew out six candles from his highchair on his most recent birthday.

He loved the smell of baby powder and adored all the soft, fuzzy outfits he got to wear on a daily basis. He giggled happily when his mother tickled his tummy while changing his soaking wet diapers and treasured the moments when she read childish, bedtime stories to him in his crib.
And on those occasions when Timmy woke up crying from a bad dream, his mommy was always close at hand to let him nurse from her big, soft breasts. On such nights, he would fall asleep in her arms, to be cuddled by her as she gave him soft, comforting kisses, watching happily as he drifted off to untroubled slumber...

[Baby Bobby]

                        CHAPTER TWO

Seven years later...


Steadying himself on the soft, padded rails of his playpen, Timmy looked wistfully out the front windows of the living room, his soggy wet diapers sagging heavily from under his short, ruffled baby dress. It was still early in the afternoon, but Timmy's diapers were already completely soaked, the warm milk he had been served at lunch having gone right through him. Every time he shifted in his kneeling position, he was reminded of his incontinence as the distinct smell of pee wafted around him, surrounding him in its childish embrace. Nevertheless, Timmy was oblivious to it and today, as usual, he was barely even aware that he had wet himself.

The rain had finished hours ago, and a warm summer sun was now shining down cheerfully upon his neighborhood street. Puffy c-umulous clouds scudded busily across the sky, as if in some hurry to get somewhere.   

Today, like many days, Timmy was filled with boredom, idly looking out on the sidewalk, and wishing he could leave the confines of his house to play outside. Unfortunately, not only was the front yard forbidden to him, but today, his mommy had restricted him to the 4 x 4 netted enclosure of his playpen and he had to content himself with the few plastic toys he had available to him.

A lone, slim figure came walking down the sidewalk, and Timmy's interest was suddenly piqued as he watched with intrigue, an attractive teenager approaching.
She was wearing glossy black, high heeled pumps and some super snug jeans that served to enhance her trim, curvy physique. Although she was still at least 50 feet away, as she drew closer, Timmy could easily tell that she was both good looking and in great shape. She wore a fitted white halter top with a low scoop neck, and when she stopped unexpectedly in front of his house to do something with her cell phone, her profile caught Timmy's breath.

At the age of 13, Timmy was coming into something of a sexual awakening, and increasingly, he was discovering things around him that he found extremely arousing. This sexy, older teen in front of his house was just the most recent example.
The blond girl was busy manipulating her phone, completely unaware of the undivided interest Timmy was paying her from inside his house on the other side of his narrow yard. Staring hungrily at the delicious curves of both her derrière and generous bosom, Timmy's little baby-sized pen-is quickly stiffened within the soggy, warm, wet confines of his diapers.

As he openly gaped at the female not twenty feet away, his rubber pacifier fell out of his mouth to hang from the pink strap that was clipped to his chest.

From behind him, he could hear his mommy working in the kitchen, cleaning up the dishes from their earlier lunch and he knew he could count on her being distracted for little while longer.
Without a moment's hesitation, he reached down and quickly began rubbing the soft, cushiony front of his thick diapers, reveling in the wonderful sensations as he eagerly fed his need. Even though the cloth was completely saturated, it still felt marvelous against his throbbing little nub.

Drinking in her curves, Timmy rubbed himself feverishly, his nursery print plastic panties crinkling audibly. He had to be careful and make sure his mommy didn't hear him--so far, he had been successful at hiding his budding obsession with the joys of masturbation but he didn't want to risk her finding out. Nevertheless, he was so turned on and horny, he was willing to take a few chances as he gave his complete attention to the pretty girl outside. Under normal circ-umstances, it took Timmy no more than 30 seconds to achieve an orgasm. It wasn't much really--hardly more than a dribble in his diapers when he was done. But he knew the girl might decide to start walking away at any time so it was important for him to reach his climax before that happened.

However, much to his dismay, he suddenly heard Gina's footsteps coming out of the kitchen, signaling an unexpected and unwelcome end to his pleasurable activity. She came in, smiling down at him and wiping her hands on her apron as she approached his playpen.

"Well baby, looks like it's time for your nap," she said cheerfully, "I'll just get you changed out of those wet diapers and then it will be beddie-bye time."

Timmy felt a strong pang of resentment and frustration as his pen-is throbbed impotently and unsatisfied. Not that Gina would've noticed--unfortunately for Timmy, the poor boy had hardly developed much down there in the last five years and he was still essentially as small as a young toddler. Because he had never been exposed to, or had seen an adult male's genitals, he lived in a state of blissful ignorance and he simply assumed that all young males were as under-endowed as he was.

Gina, for her part, couldn't have been happier about his lack of development, since in her mind (which in the intervening years had become somewhat divorced from reality), she still saw Timmy as her precious little baby girl. To be sure, she had made sure that his clothing had evolved over time, and he now wore short toddler dresses during the day, while his nightwear had become both babyish and decidedly feminine.

In fact, at some point, Gina had unconsciously stopped calling him by his given name of Timmy, and now addressed him as Tammy all the time. She had always felt that deep down, her son had been born to be a girl, and it was only his diminutive genitalia that stood in the way of that goal.

Gently lifting her delicate, diapered boy out of his playpen, she helped him waddle down the hallway to his nursery, a comforting place filled with soft toys and all the baby furniture one would expect for a little toddler girl. There was nothing here to suggest that a boy lived in the room--quite the contrary. From the pink, fuzzy curtains, to the nursery print patterns of playful giraffes, baby bottles, and diaper pins covering the wall--from the frilly canopied pink and white crib in the corner, to the row of baby dolls on top of his pink dresser, no one could confuse this room for anything other than that of an infant girl.

As Gina prepared a fresh set of soft, fluffy diapers for him, Timmy stamped his feet in frustration, bunching his fists as he stood defiantly before his mother.

"But I want to go outside and play," he whined petulantly, "I don't wanna take a nap."

Taking the baby bottle of warm milk, Gina patiently positioned it before his pouting lips, pushing the warm, wet rubber nipple into his protesting mouth and putting an abrupt end to their dialogue.

"Now, now," she shushed him, "Mommy's little baby needs to take her nap, you know that."

Indeed, Timmy did know it all too well. There wasn't a day that went by in which they hadn't followed this familiar routine; after he was spoon-fed his lunch in his highchair, he normally had about an hour to play before his mommy came in to put him down for his afternoon nap.

During Timmy's early years, he had actually enjoyed being treated as a baby by his mother--after the traumatic breakup between her and his father, Timmy had found a comforting safeness in her infantile treatment of him. And given his lack of social interactions with those of his own age, he hadn't really given too much thought as to whether it was normal or not. But now, as he grew older, and was going through puberty, it was becoming increasingly obvious that his childhood was anything but routine.

And to add to all that, his growing feelings of sexuality had now become the catalyst for his changing attitude.

From his perspective looking out the window of his living room, Timmy saw the world going by and he wanted to become a part of it. With each passing day, he began to grow resentful of his mommy's smothering baby treatment and quite simply, he wanted to grow up. He wanted to exchange his diapers and plastic panties for regular boy's underwear, and his baby dresses for shirts.
And after his missed opportunity for a satisfying orgasm just moments ago, it only seemed to rub salt into his wounds.

"Why can't I go out and play like the other boys?" he complained bitterly.

Gina pushed the big, wet nipple of the bottle back into his mouth, and then began peeling his clinging plastic panties down off his soggy diaper.

"Because you're not like the other boys," she explained patiently, "You're mommy's little baby, and you need your pampers and waterproof panties for when you wet yourself. Mommy needs to keep you safe and protected, and I can't do that if you're outside where you don't belong."

Without thinking, she unconsciously held her breath as she opened the enormous diaper pail next to his crib and tossed the damp vinyl panties into the bin. The sour, pungent smell of pee-soaked diapers surrounded the two of them, although Timmy didn't take notice of it.
Holding him by the hand, Gina gently laid him down on his sturdy vinyl covered changing table as he fidgeted and whimpered, kicking his Mary Jane-clad feet in the air in helpless frustration. Pushing the multiple layers of his frothy Sunday school dress up, Gina swiftly unpinned the sopping wet cloth of his diapers, depositing them in the rubber pail as well.

"But maybe I could start wearing trainers some of the time?" he pleaded in an attempt at compromise as he paused from nursing his bottle.

"No Tammy," she countered as she firmly grasped both of his ankles and swung them high over his head to expose his soft, curvy little bottom, "Remember that time I took you over to your aunt's house in just your trainers? Even with your plastic panties on, you still completely soaked them and leaked all over everything...

Timmy blushed at the embarrassing memory.

"No…You're still just a big baby, and mommy's going to keep you in your diapers where you belong for a long time to come."

Timmy frowned and pouted miserably, helpless to defy his overbearing mother.

Squeezing out a generous amount of Desitin in her hand, Gina began smearing it lovingly all over Timmy's bottom cheeks, giving them a nice, sticky coating of the cream to prevent diaper rash. With her middle finger, she ran it teasingly up and down the cleft between his buns, noting that he had suddenly stopped struggling against her.
In fact, as she looked below the frilly lace hem of his dress, she observed a decidedly unfeminine reaction in response to her maternal ministrations.

Timmy's little pen-is, unrequited from his earlier efforts, was now standing stiffly to attention, as if to mock her attempts to baby him. Gina gasped, for this one involuntary act destroyed her carefully manufactured façade that her precious little child was a baby girl.

This had happened twice before, and much as she had hoped it had only been a fluke, Gina was forced to confront the reality of what was before her. Fortunately, she had had the foresight to take steps to it address this, just in case it should happen again.

Gently lowering his legs onto the changing table, she stepped away for a moment and retrieved a small box from inside the drawer that contained his baby panties. Emptying the multiple pieces of pink plastic out next to his prone body, she quickly but carefully fed his tiny package through the smallest ring available. With her fingers still slippery from the Desitin, she ran them along his hard little shaft to lubricate it before pushing it into a very short, restrictive tube that was no more than an inch long. It was barely bigger than a thimble and shaped much like the end of a pen-is but it contained a slit at the end so that Timmy's peeing would not be inhibited.

Although Gina was by no means a large woman, her hands dwarfed Timmy's tiny little genitals as she forcefully pushed the pink tube up to meet with the rounded ring behind his sack. This had the effect of compressing his minuscule shaft even more as it filled the tube to capacity and squashed his erection.

Now filled with concern, Timmy squealed anxiously, not comprehending what was taking place as his mommy inserted a key and twisted it, locking the two pieces irrevocably together.
Now his naughty little package was locked away, safe and secure, and totally unable to achieve another orgasm.

Sitting back, she looked down on his captive little pen-is and sighed with satisfaction. Never again would she have to gaze upon her precious, innocent baby and see a nasty erection. No, now those manly pleasures would be forever denied him, and by extension, so would masturbation.

Just as it should be, for a baby still in diapers, she thought to herself.

"There," she smiled, "that's so much better. That will make you mommy's perfect little girl again."

Taking up the baby powder, she sprinkled it all over him and began humming a happy tune as he anxiously kicked his feet, whimpering with angst and frustration.

Taking the multiple layers of the thick cloth diaper underneath his bottom, she pulled it up between his legs and tugged each corner snug, slipping a pink, duckie-headed safety pin through it to tightly secure the sides. Timmy reached down to try to make sense of the strange object imprisoning his pen-is but his mommy slapped his hand away and deftly fed some pink plastic panties over his feet.

"What is that you put on me, mommy?" he asked desperately.

"Nothing for you to worry about, sweetie-pie junior. Just a way to make sure my sweet little baby girl stays good, " she grinned down upon him reassuringly.

Slipping the soft plastic panties up over his smooth, feminine legs, she worked them up and around the bulky mass of his fluffy diapers, running her fingers around his waist until she was sure of a good fit.

"We wouldn't want our little girl to leak in her crib during naptime, would we?" she asked rhetorically in her syrupy, motherly tone as she smiled at her freshly pampered sissy boy.

[Baby Bobby]

                                                                 CHAPTER THREE

                       

Later that night, Timmy tossed and turned in his crib, horny, frustrated, and unable to sleep.
After having struggled for hours in his attempt to defeat the chastity device, he finally gave up and fell into a fitful sleep from his exhaustive efforts.

His first attempts had focused on trying to everything he could to extricate his pen-is from the contraption and when that failed, he tried rubbing the front of his diapers in a desperate attempt to climax without an erection.
Both efforts failed miserably and he only succeeded in getting himself more worked up and horny than when he had begun.
He was extremely frustrated, and filled with anxiety about contemplating a life without masturbation, to say nothing of ever having another orgasm.


Meanwhile, in the other room, Gina was spending some time on her computer, eagerly looking over a recent reply to an ad that she had posted last month for a babysitter. Recently, she had accepted a consulting job in another town that would require that she would be away Monday through Friday. It was hardly an ideal arrangement, but the money was generous and she was in dire need of replacing her depleted funds.

It almost seemed as if finding babysitter for her little Tammy was going to be as time consuming as that of getting a job.
To say it had been a difficult process, was putting it mildly. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack--trying to find someone suitable, trustworthy, and discrete, and a person that would understand Timmy's...unique situation.

It was almost a month ago that she had posted the following;

Seeking a babysitter for my 13 year-old baby girl. She's still in diapers and lives very much as any other toddler would.
Those applying must be between the ages of 18 and 35, responsible, and used to being very firm with children. Duties will include dressing, feeding, nursing, and changing my baby's frequently wet diapers.
Generous salary offered for the right person.

Most of the replies she'd received expressed surprise and reservations about Timmy's age--that is, until tonight.

It was with eager anticipation that Gina read a response and resume from one Hazel Marwood, 19, who lived in a nearby town. With her professional demeanor and strict, no-nonsense attitude, Gina was sure the girl would be a perfect choice to watch over her precious baby.

                                       ******************

Hazel Marwood was a beautiful, but nevertheless troubled girl.

Like most people, she was the product of her background, and her background was checkered, to say the least.
Puberty had come early for her--and her body had developed spectacularly, far ahead of her peers. By 12, she was already sporting a full C cup and by 15, her mom was hard pressed to find bras for her in 34EE.

Her body was not the only thing that attracted every male in her school; with long, curly locks of dark chestnut hair framing a stunning face, beguiling brown eyes and full, luscious lips, Hazel was every man's dream.
As she progressed into her teenage years, she found herself inundated with requests for dates and other, less honorable propositions.

Unfortunately for Hazel, her violent stepfather was not immune to her considerable charms, and after divorcing her mother under dubious circ-umstances, he began sexually assaulting the pretty teen on a regular basis. This continued for several years in which he physically forced himself upon her nightly, until one day when she finally ran away for good.

Her stepfather's depredations had had a profound effect on her psyche as she grew up and as time went on, she began looking more and more at the opposite sex as the enemy. A deep-seated need for revenge began to form, first as a dark, flickering spark, only to grow inexorably within her until the flames of anger had reached a raging inferno.
She needed an outlet for her fury and some of the unwitting males who happen to be 'fortunate' enough to get dates with her, soon became the focus of her frustrations and inner demons.

Perhaps due to the perverse nature of her stepfather's abuse, Hazel developed a fetish for anal play, particularly the use of strap-ons, which she used to dominate the few males that had the temerity to ask her out on a second date. If they had any doubts when they started, they soon learned just who would be wearing the pants in that relationship.

She began preying on shy, introverted males, who often lacked confidence and suffered from feelings of insecurity. To their dismay, they often found themselves bent over a pair of pillows or the end of a bed, their legs forcefully spread, as Hazel delivered a humiliating lesson in role reversals with her fat, rubbery strap-on dil-do.
They would beg for mercy but their plaintive, pathetic cries simply fell on deaf ears.

Hazel's interest in domination spread to other facets of the fetish, including enforced male chastity and spankings. She could recall only too well, her cruel stepfather's method of obedience--namely, the use of a stout wooden paddle harshly applied to her perfectly shaped bottom whenever and however she defied him.
After searching online, Hazel selected several that were just like the ones he had used on her, except that she intended to use them on the weak males foolish enough to find themselves behind closed doors with her. Even those that willingly cowered submissively before her, soon found themselves bent over her lap, their pants pulled down, as she remorselessly blistered their bottoms.

Hazel's life, like her relationships, was anything but stable, and she often went from job to job, unable to stay focused with the requirements that were needed. She was unique, in that she could land any job she wanted, but could never keep it.

It was late one night when she was well into her second bottle of cheap Chardonnay, when she came across an advertisement on Craigslist that caught her eye.

Seeking a babysitter for my 13 year-old baby girl. She's still in diapers and lives very much as any other toddler would.
Those applying must be between the ages of 18 and 35, responsible, and used to being very firm with children. Duties will include dressing, feeding, nursing, and changing my baby's frequently wet diapers.
Generous salary offered for the right person.

Something inexplicable about it appealed to her, and although Hazel had no real babysitting experience, that didn't stop her from whipping up a resume that claimed otherwise. This was money that she badly needed and despite her lack of appropriate skills, she knew she could rely on her looks and charm to get her way. Both males and females were little more than putty in her hands, to be molded as she saw fit. She had always been quick-witted, and her ability to think on her feet gave her all the confidence she needed.

Over the next week or so, Hazel and Gina exchanged several emails before the latter set up a date for her to come over and meet Timmy in person.
The busty teen dressed professionally but provocatively, as was her nature when trying to win someone over. Besides her physical presence, she had a forceful personality that many found intimidating and she used it to her advantage, sometimes browbeating the people around her until she got what she wanted.

On the day of her visit, Hazel wore a hip hugging pencil skirt that did little to hide the tantalizing curves of her fit, sexy figure. Her top was a crisp, snow white blouse, the first three buttons purposely undone to reveal the deep, yawning cleavage between her spectacular, big breasts.

Her tall heels clicked crisply on the sidewalk leading up to the front door as she held her head up high, her stride revealing her confidence and self-assuredness. Ringing the doorbell, she waited patiently until she heard the approaching footsteps of Gina coming to the door. As it swung open, Hazel found herself somewhat surprised at the striking older woman before her. It wasn't that she was unaccustomed to attractive females, but for whatever reason, it just wasn't what she had imagined for the single mom requiring a babysitter.

"Come in--come in," Gina greeted her cheerfully, "I'm so pleased you could make it."

"I'm happy we were able to make this meeting happen on such short notice," Hazel replied graciously.

Leading her inside, Gina stopped for a moment to look Hazel up and down.

"My, I have to tell you that you look fabulous," Gina gushed, "You must have to fight the boys away with a stick."

Hazel smiled to herself, recalling the wooden Spencer paddle she had just used to such good effect last night on the timid boy who had thought he had gotten "lucky" with her. It was an experience he wouldn't soon forget.

"Thank you, ma'am," she said pleasantly, treating Gina to her breathtaking smile, "I think appearances are very important."

"Oh--no need to call me ma'am--I'm Gina, and this is my very special baby girl, Tammy."

As she stepped aside, Hazel was able to get her first good look at the person she would be caring for.
Gina had dressed him very meticulously today in a fluffy, multilayered baby dress, it's ruffled hem so short, that Timmy's white nursery print plastic panties were fully on display. The perfectly smooth skin of his soft, girlish legs was complimented sweetly by the delicate lace anklets and his ubiquitous glossy white Mary Janes. Although the hem of his white and pink baby dress flared out in a cute, infantile style, his big, thick diapers were very much prominent--the shiny vinyl of his plastic panties giving them a precocious, distinctively toddler look.

Gina had combed his long, silky blonde hair into two pigtails and placed a big, pink satin bow at the base of each of them.

Timmy stood demurely, nervously batting his long eyelashes, his pretty baby blue eyes darting around the room as he suc-ked feverishly on the big rubber pacifier filling his mouth.
To be sure, he was overwhelmed by the presence of this tall, extremely gorgeous woman, six years his senior. She was the most stunning thing he had ever laid eyes upon, and her fabulous, overtly sexy body left him swooning with desire. It was only with great difficulty that he was able to stop staring at the two mammoth melons straining her bra and the semi-sheer fabric of her filmy white blouse.

A weak whimper of awe escaped his throat but was muffled by the fat pacifier in his mouth. As his heart beat rapidly in his chest, he could feel his tiny little pen-is throbbing and straining frantically within the short, stubby confines of his still new chastity device.

At first, Hazel was momentarily taken in by Timmy's apparent sex--he really did make a convincing prepubescent girl in diapers. His pretty doe eyes lent him the look of innocence, and his cute, babyish attire only made him look all the more effeminate and prissy.
But Hazel was a shrewd judge of things and she could see through the monumental effort that Gina had made to give Timmy the look of a girl.

The diapered boy was quivering with admiration and wonderment as he made furtive efforts to look up into the beautiful woman's dazzling eyes and unconsciously, a strong, hot stream of pee flooded into his diapers.

Knowing instinctively when to seize the moment, Hazel strode over, her high heels clicking on the hardwood floor as she flung her welcoming arms around the fidgeting boy, smothering him in her warm, bosomy embrace.

"Aren't you just the cutest little thing!" she exclaimed enthusiastically, "And I'll bet that you just love to play dress up."

Although Timmy knew full well that his mommy had a babysitter coming over to meet him, this was not at all what he had been expecting. Beside the fact that he'd assumed she'd be average looking, secretly, he had really hoped to win the person over and convince her to let him start being the young teenage boy that he really was.
What he didn't want--was another female authority figure in his life that was only going to continue his mommy's relentless policy of babying him.

Nevertheless, as Hazel mashed his face against the soft, forgiving pillows of her enormous breasts, he felt himself breathing heavily with white-hot desire and arousal. His short little pen-is was throbbing urgently and painfully in his device and he shifted his weight from foot to foot, fighting back the uncomfortable and slightly painful sensation emanating from within his diapers.

Paradoxically, Hazel was feeling sensations of arousal herself, but for completely different reasons.
There were certain facial characteristics of Timmy's, that reminded her, in a somewhat distant way, of her hated stepfather, and the cruel, sadistic streak deep inside of her saw in Timmy, the perfect object of her twisted ambitions of revenge.

Without waiting for a response from her diapered charge, Hazel knelt down to Timmy's eye level, brazenly reaching between his baby soft legs and slipping a finger inside the elastic leg hole of his plastic panties. Withdrawing her hand, she rubbed her fingers together and smiled knowingly, looking confidently and directly into Timmy's eyes.

"Looks like mommy's little baby wet her diapers, didn't she?" Hazel giggled, "Maybe you should take me back to your nursery so I can give you a change."

As Timmy's cheeks buzzed with shame, Gina smiled with relief. She had been reluctant to get her hopes up, but this girl seemed to be the perfect fit for her little sissy.

"Come along Tammy," Gina said as she took his hand, "let's show your new babysitter your nursery."

Timmy had little choice but to follow his mommy as she led him waddling sheepishly down the hallway, Hazel following closely behind.

"It's almost Tammy's bedtime, so we might as well change her wet diapers and get her ready for beddie-bye," Gina explained.

As they walked into the room together, Hazel couldn't help but be amazed at the attention to detail that had gone into creating Timmy's nursery. In their conversations, she had been left with the impression that he had a certain minimum of furniture and clothing befitting a 13-year-old baby, but as she looked around the room, she was astounded by every little thing she saw. Clearly, this boy had been brought up as a diaper-dependent baby for years and the ever present smell of stale pee permeating the room only confirmed her suspicions.

Walking over to his pink dresser, Gina pulled open the second drawer to reveal an extensive collection of fuzzy fleece tops and colorful onesies.

"This is where I keep her nightwear for when she's sleeping in her crib."

It took some effort for Hazel to wrap her mind around Gina's odd use of female pronouns for her son but she was careful not to let it show.

Without waiting to be asked, the busty teen took charge right away and stood Timmy before her, reaching under the multiple layers of his soft, frilly petticoats to grasp the damp elastic waistband of his plastic panties. With several sharp tugs, she peeled it off from his wet diapers and down his smooth, hairless legs.

Timmy stood blushing in place, shuffling his feet but he was acutely aware of an overwhelming sense of shame as this gorgeous girl treated him with no more respect than a helpless, incontinent toddler. His mommy was standing behind him, unzipping his baby dress and pulling it off of him. With a glance over his shoulder, Timmy spied the yellow pastel onesie decorated with elephants and bunnies that was awaiting him, draped over the rail of the crib.
The inevitability of it all made him feel more childish than ever; in a few moments he would be getting pinned into his nighttime diapers and dressed for bed--even though his bedtime wasn't for another 45 minutes--while these two stayed up as long as they liked and discussed their plans for him. Plans he knew that as usual, he would have no say in.

Just as his onesie was waiting for him, so were three thick cloth diapers with a generous soaker pad sewn down the center of each of them. Unpinning the wet cotton around his hips, Hazel dumped it into his diaper pail and then sat him firmly down on his changing table.

It was then that she spied his pink little chastity device for the first time. She smiled broadly with approval but inwardly, her heart skipped a beat. Few things in life made her happier than knowing another male had been permanently deprived of orgasms. To think this sissy's mom had already thought of it, filled her with respect and admiration.

Still, she directed her feelings elsewhere, acting as if his chastity device, like his diapers, were perfectly normal.

"You've really done a fabulous job here," she remarked, clearly impressed, "Tammy has everything a little diapered toddler could ever hope for."

"Thank you," Gina answered with a proud smile, "Its taken some time, but I really think it was worth it."

Seeing the tube of Desitin nearby, Hazel squeezed out a big glob and began slowly and sensuously coating Timmy's cute bottom with it. As she reached his puckering pink hole, she suddenly slipped a well coated finger inside, making the poor abashed boy squeal with surprise.

Hazel smiled down on him knowingly, slowly easing it in and out and watching him blush a bright red as his breathing became labored. Kneeling the way she was, her back partially blocked Gina's view, so Timmy's mommy was unaware of the unexpected stimulation he was receiving.

Oh yes, I know were going to have all kinds of fun, she thought to herself as she picked up the baby powder next to him.

"Is this what mommy's little baby wants?" she asked in a cheerful but patronizing voice.

Timmy swallowed hard, feeling overwhelmed by her sexy, intimidating presence. He was still groping with the pleasurable, yet shameful sensation of being so intimately invaded by this pretty stranger--and in front of his mommy no less!
Nevertheless, Hazel began powdering him generously, noting his pink chastity device was now throbbing anxiously with need.

Gina knelt down next to them and eased Timmy's baby bottle between his quivering lips, giving him something to focus on as Hazel arranged the thick layers of his soft diapers beneath him.

Timmy couldn't help but stare fixedly at Hazel's big, beautiful breasts that swung heavily in her blouse before him. He gaped openly as they jiggled every time she tugged on his diapers and he whimpered in unrequited frustration.
Pulling the sides of his diapers snugly together, Hazel slipped a pink safety pin through the cloth and snicked it closed. After doing the same on the other side, she began sifting through Timmy's panty drawer, marveling at the myriad of choices available.

"Wow, just look at all these cute plastic panties...so many to choose from...which one should we pick for you tonight, honey bunch?"

Timmy blushed and suc-ked harder on his bottle, consumed with arousal and frustration.

"How about these?" she asked as she held forth a pair of pink vinyl panties with a Disney Princess theme, "I think they're super cute."

Without waiting for an answer, Hazel threaded them over Timmy's Mary Janes and up past his calves, stopping momentarily to stroke the baby soft skin of his thighs.

"Oh my, you have just the most girly legs I've ever seen, and your skin is like butter," she remarked with amazement, "How do you do it, Gina?"

"Lots of baby lotion, every day without fail," she replied, the pride obvious in her voice.

"Well, you should be very grateful to have such a loving mommy as you do, Tammy," she said as she began working his prissy plastic panties over the fat bulk of his fluffy diapers.
Hazel had beautifully manicured nails, and she used them to run around the stretchy elastic waistband of Timmy's panties until all the soft Birdseye cloth was contained inside.

"There," she said as she playfully patted the bulging crotch of his prissy diapers, "Mommy's little baby is all ready for beddie-bye."

Gina pulled the cute onesie she had been holding over Timmy's head and tugged the stretchy material down and over his fat diapers, snapping the line of metal snaps one by one between his thighs. After removing his Mary Janes, she stood him before Hazel who was looking down with warmth and admiration at his bell shaped figure.

"Say goodnight to Miss Hazel," Gina instructed her diapered son.

"Goo-goodnight, M-Miss Hazel," he stammered, still completely awestruck and feeling overwhelmed by this stunning, sexy woman.

Bending down to his level, Hazel wrapped her lithe arms around the highly stimulated, trembling boy, using her bountiful bosom to further get him worked up. A shudder of pleasure rippled through him as he desperately hugged her back, not wanting to let go.
At last, Hazel released him, eliciting a wince of disappointment from Timmy.

Gina lifted the baby blankets back and guided her reluctant son into his crib, tucking his teddy bear under his arm.

"Nighty-nite, sweetie," she said as she gently pushed his pacifier into Timmy's quivering mouth, raising the side of the crib and latching it in place.

He squirmed anxiously under his covers as he watched the two women leave his nursery, turning the light out as they went.
After they were gone, and he could hear their footsteps receding, his hands immediately shot under the covers, seeking out the oh-so-soft, cushiony front of his diapers. Even though he knew his efforts were completely futile, he couldn't stop from furiously rubbing himself as he re-pictured the breathtaking beauty that had just changed his diapers minutes before.

God, she was amazing, he thought to himself.

As he rubbed and fondled the front of his pillowy padded crotch, his feelings of arousal reached a fever pitch. His heart was pounding in his chest, and his breathing was coming in gasps.
Finally, with beads of sweat on his temples, he gave up in despair, utterly exhausted from his efforts.

Other than his ragged breathing, the room was silent, and Timmy lay there, wide awake, straining to listen to the muffled voices in the other room down the hall. Occasionally, he heard them laughing, but he was unable to discern anything of substance being said.

Finally, the frustrated youth fell asleep, his dreams filled with visions of Miss Hazel.

[Baby Bobby]

                                   CHAPTER FOUR                       

...One week later...


The warm morning sun shone softly through the frilly pink curtains of Timmy's nursery, happily illuminating the room, and giving it a warm, comforting aura. Just outside, a collection of birds sang cheerfully, their songs mixing in a clamorous cacophony of summer.

Inside the nursery, all was quiet, and its single occupant slept peacefully, clutching his fuzzy teddy bear in his arms, his usual pink pacifier still filling his mouth contentedly. Sometime during the course of the night, Timmy had kicked away his baby blankets and his round, diapered bottom now lay exposed, his shiny plastic panties reflecting the morning light.

Unbeknownst to the incontinent sissy, a two quart rubber enema bag, bulging to capacity with hot, soapy water, had just been hung from a hook over his crib, a long slender white hose running down from it to somewhere below the edge of his crib mattress, out of view.

The door of his nursery swung open unheard, and Hazel stepped quietly and gracefully inside.
It was Monday morning, and Gina had left town for her consulting job, leaving the care of Timmy in the buxom teen's hands.
Walking over to the side of his crib, she gazed down at her charge silently, observing the petite, pretty boy in his diapers and clinging to his teddy bear as if his life depended on it. Bending down, she reached in between the bars of his crib and surreptitiously slipped a finger inside the waistband of his plastic panties. A smile crossed her beautiful face as she rubbed her fingers together, confirming her suspicions.

Not surprisingly, Timmy was soaking wet. But he wasn't the only thing that was wet in the room.

As Hazel looked down on the innocently sleeping sissy and reflected on her elaborate, devious plans for him, she felt a shiver of arousal run through her body and she gently bit her lower lip. She had brought a large suitcase over for the week, and when she reflected on it's unusual contents, it created a familiar wetness in her loins. To think that she had a whole week by herself, left to her own devices, filled her with eager anticipation.

Unlatching the side rail of the crib, she bent down to gently rub Timmy's fat, diapered bottom, stopping to give it a playful squeeze before reaching up and stroking his silky blond hair.
Sleepily, he opened his eyes, looking up with surprise at his drop dead gorgeous babysitter. Nursing on his pacifier reflexively, he let out a mewl in surprise at this unexpected, yet sexy intruder and he blinked his baby blue eyes several times.

"Good morning, sleepy baby," she said cheerfully as she gently grasped his pacifier and pulled it out. A long string of saliva followed it, but she was quick to push a bottle of warm milk she had brought along into his still open mouth.

Timmy accepted it and began nursing as Hazel helped him out of his crib and onto the changing table that was alongside. Humming to herself, she began peeling his clinging plastic panties down off his soggy diaper, the familiar, humiliating smell of a bedwetter suddenly surrounding them.

Timmy nursed feverishly as he stared up at his beautiful babysitter. She was wearing an impossibly tight pink crop top that hugged her stupendous breasts deliciously, and a pair of equally snug white short-shorts. Her curly brown hair spilled over her shoulders in a cascade of stunning femininity.

Gaping at his unexpected babysitter made Timmy suc-k harder on his bottle, as if he were trying to quench some insatiable, imagined thirst.

After unpinning his wet diapers and depositing them in his diaper pail, Hazel took a bottle of baby lotion and squeezed some into her hand.
She began by first applying a bit to his little sack, gently fondling each of his balls and smiling down at him. It only took a few moments before his pen-is stiffened in his cage, and he was forced to stop nursing from his bottle as his breathing became labored.

"You have such a cute little chastity device, Timmy," she remarked as she held his diminutive package in her soft, feminine hands, "Does mommy's little baby ever get horny?"

Timmy winced and nodded his head vigorously.
As if ignoring her own question, she put his throbbing genitals down, and began applying the creamy lotion to his sensitive bare bottom, sending shivers down the sissy's spine.

"But you're still a little baby who wears diapers...And babies don't have orgasms, do they?" she reflected with a ravishing smile.

Although he could follow her logic, Timmy couldn't bring himself to agree with her. She was running her slippery fingers up and down his crack and it was getting him frantically excited. A girlish moan escaped his lips and he looked up into her pretty brown eyes pleadingly.

"But I know something a little sissy like you needs," she said assuredly.

Before Timmy could guess what she had in mind, she suddenly slipped a lotion covered finger up into his quivering pink rosebud.

"Ohh!" he squealed helplessly.

Smiling knowingly, she pulled it out, then plunged it back inside, reveling as Timmy squirmed and blushed deeply.

"Mm-hm, I think our little baby likes this," she grinned as she began a tortuous rhythm in and out.

Timmy was panting, and his gaze fell to the long line of cleavage disappearing down Hazel's snug top. He couldn't remember being so horny in all his young life!

"But that's just the warm up..." she said cryptically as she reached down and retrieved the enema nozzle that had been lying waiting in a jar of Vaseline. It was long, about eight inches, and shaped like a slender dil-do, the white hose coming out of the base that led up to the enema bag.
She positioned it at Timmy's hole, putting her left hand gently on his inner thigh.

"Spread your legs, baby, this one's much bigger than my finger," she told him.

Seeing the nozzle now for the first time, Timmy squirmed in fear, kicking his lacy, anklet covered feet in the air.

"No--please, I can't take that!" he quailed.

"Hush, Timmy," she replied as she began pushing the thick, rubbery tip into his quivering pink hole, "I know you'll really enjoy this once it's inside."

Timmy tried to shift his weight on the table back away from Hazel but she was quicker and she thrust the greasy nozzle tip inside his pouting hole.

He squealed plaintively, bunching his fist and shaking his baby bottle as the slippery nozzle invaded his defeated back passage for the first time.
Hazel smiled knowingly, pausing for just a moment for him to get used to it before slowly pushing the nozzle all the way up inside him.

"Ohhh!" he moaned, gasping as he adjusted to the feeling of fullness.

Just as before, Hazel began slowly sliding it in and out, humping the hapless boy with the well-lubricated dil-do until Timmy's cries of shock soon turned to pleasure and then naked lust. He was breathing hard again, and his focus had returned once more to Hazel's tight pink top, admiring her swelling curves and wishing he could touch them.

"We're going to start this week off with a nice, soapy enema," she announced merrily, "And I'm going to get you all squeaky clean, inside and out."

Timmy bit his lip in angst. Although his mommy had given him enemas all through his childhood, he'd never had it done with a fat dil-do nozzle, nor with the worrisome quantity of liquid contained in Hazel's enema bag.
As she continued to slowly tease him with her rubbery invader, Timmy's gaze wandered up to look at the bulging red bag, soapy suds still gathered around the opening.

"B-but...not a-all that w-water, right?" he stammered nervously.

"Mm-hm," Hazel replied confidently, "Don't worry, sissy--I'll go nice and slow. I'm going to make sure you take every soapy drop."
She gave him a playful wink but Timmy swallowed hard.

He wanted to protest further but between her sensual manipulation of the dil-do nozzle and the breathtaking view down her top, Timmy's voice failed him and he continued to pant with arousal.

"Here we go, Timmy," she said as she plunged the nozzle all the way to it's base and undid the clip.
The look on Timmy's face said everything, as warm soapy water suddenly invaded him in a strong torrent, flowing deep inside of him.

"Ohhh!" he moaned desperately, clenching his sphincter muscles in desperate futility around the dil-do to try and stop the flow. Hazel smiled prettily, enjoying the look of concern on Timmy's innocent, cherubic face.

Closing the clip shut, she waited patiently for a minute to let the liquid to settle inside of him, allowing it to flow through his bowels before undoing the clip again.

Timmy moaned helplessly, gritting his teeth and bunching his fists as he struggled to contend with the cramps forming in his abdomen.

"There...that's mommy's good girl," Hazel said to comfort him, pulling the nozzle out just an inch and then pushing it back in, all the way.
She closed the clip again and waited, occasionally swirling the dil-do just to tease her captive sissy.

Timmy was breathing hard now, but he moaned weakly as another warm, soapy torrent was released into him.

"Ohhh...I wa-want...I want my mommy," he whined.

"Now, now," Hazel smiled, "You're doing just fine...you still have about half to go and this is going to make you all nice and clean inside."

While Timmy was struggling with the fullness of his enema, Hazel could feel the wetness in her loins and she shifted slightly, wishing she could satisfy her own urges.
Patience, she chided herself, that will come soon enough.

Open and closed, Hazel carefully operated the enema clip, ensuring that Timmy took every last drop of the punishing liquid. He was moaning and whimpering when she finally began easing the slippery dil-do back out of his hole. Timmy was desperate to get up, but his pretty babysitter had other plans. After setting aside the nozzle, she took a Vaseline coated butt plug and stuffed it unceremoniously inside his hole.

"That will help you hold it on your way to the bathroom," she explained.

She helped the bloated and cramping sissy to his feet and giggled to herself as he limped weakly out of the nursery and down the hallway to the bathroom. While he was away, she took the enema bag into the kitchen, squeezed three portions of dishwashing detergent into it, and filled it once more to bursting with warm, soapy water.

Where one enema was good, two was twice as good, she chuckled to herself. This little bedwetter was in for quite a surprise when he should return from the bathroom, expecting to have his daytime diapers pinned onto him.
Hanging the heavy enema bag back onto its hook, Hazel took a seat on the edge of the crib mattress, and pulled her cell phone out of her purse to wait for Timmy's return.

[Baby Bobby]

Ten minutes later, the sissy teen came back into the nursery, his baby blue eyes cast shyly downwards.

"Come over here, Timmy," Hazel instructed the youth, "Get over my lap."

Confused by her curt demand, he stood in place momentarily, still holding the pink butt plug in his hands.

"Come on, sissy--come over here," she said, beckoning him over with her beautifully manicured hand, "over your babysitter's lap."

"Wha-what are you going to do to me?" he quaked nervously, as he took a few tentative steps towards her.

Without answering him, she grasped his hand, and pulled the wriggling pantywaist over her firm lap, situating his hips so that he was off-balance and vulnerable.

"Time for your second enema," she said, her voice taking on an authoritative edge, "I want my little boy as clean as a whistle."

Timmy began struggling for real, trying to rise up even as she easily held him down.

"Timmy, take a look in that full-length mirror," she instructed, her finger pointed to the angled glass across the room. She had purposely set it up in such a way that Timmy would be able to see both of their reflections as he was bent over her lap.
He suddenly froze with fear as he looked and saw the stout wooden Spencer paddle she now had poised in her hand.

"Yes, my little baby bedwetter," she smiled as she rubbed the paddle across both his bare cheeks in a manner that was both soothing and threatening at the same time, "this is what happens to little boys who disobey me."

Timmy choked back a gasp of terror. He had never been spanked in his entire life, but he knew the little boy next door was occasionally paddled, as he could hear his wailing and sobbing coming from the open window of their house. During those traumatic times, he had cringed in fear as he sat in his nursery, playing with the simple toys in his playpen and listening, as each blistering swat of the paddle and the boy's answering cries made him flinch.

He very rarely saw the little boy next door, but when he did, he appeared to be a very well behaved child. Timmy simply couldn't understand why his parents felt the need to spank him.

And now, to his shock and surprise, he was facing the prospect of being paddled himself.

"Is this what you want, Timmy?" Hazel asked him as she continued to gently rub his soft, tender bottom.

"N-no, miss Hazel. I-I'll be a good boy--I promise," he pleaded desperately.

His babysitter set the paddle down next to her and smiled back at him, her pretty eyes twinkling.

"That's good, sissy, because you've got a nice, warm soapy enema waiting for you," she said gleefully as she picked up the lubricated dil-do nozzle and stuffed it right back into his puckering pink hole.

"Ohhh!!" he cried, his feet kicking a little.

Hazel undid the clip and once more, an unstoppable flood flowed unhindered into his bowels. Timmy squealed and bunched his fists, wishing there was something he could do but knowing he was totally helpless against this beautiful and determined woman.
He certainly didn't want to risk a spanking. Timmy had a very low threshold for pain and he knew he would begin crying even after the first swat.

No, as unpleasant as this was, he was just going to have to endure it.

The enema continued much as the first one, and it was midmorning by the time he came back into the nursery, a chastened sissy boy with a newfound respect for his gorgeous babysitter.

"Okay Timmy, let's get you into your diapers and plastic panties," she told him as she led him back over to the changing table.

Timmy was much relieved and for the first time in as long as he could think, was looking forward to having his childish diapers pinned around his hips. Hazel had arranged three rectangles of the soft, fluffy cotton cloth in a stack, and she guided him down on top of it, acutely aware of the fact he was staring at her breasts again. Squeezing a large portion of Desitin onto her creamy hand, she grasped his ankles with the other and raised them up over his head, smearing the sticky substance onto his cute, youthful bottom to protect against his perpetually wet diapers.

As she lowered his legs back down, she looked into his eyes, a thoughtful expression on her face.

"You know," she pondered, "I know your mommy has been diapering you all your life, but I'm inclined to think you're a bigger boy than all that. Have you ever wanted to wear regular underwear like the other teenagers?"

A flicker of hope flashed through Timmy. Never before had anyone considered that he would be mature enough to go without diapers. And as his own mom had rightfully pointed out, his last attempt at wearing trainers had ended disastrously.
Still, he was reasonably sure that he had the wherewithal to control his wetting, now that he was the respectable age of 13.

"Oh yes--I've been telling my mommy that for years," he replied quickly, with no small amount of exaggeration.

Without interrupting the task of diapering him, Hazel shook baby powder all over his frontal area and pulled the thick, bulky cloth up between his legs and pinned it on either side of his hips.

"Well, if you'd like, I'm prepared to give you the opportunity to show how truly mature you are. How does that sound?"

"Oh yes! Thank you miss Hazel," he gushed enthusiastically. He still hadn't lost hope that he might somehow gain her respect.

"Okay Timmy, here's how it's going to be," she explained as she looked down on him with a look of firm resolution on her face, "If you can make it until lunch time without wetting your diapers, I'll change you into your trainers, which you can wear until bedtime. If you have to go potty, just come and tell me, and I will take you into the bathroom, okay?"

Timmy was nodding his head, the excitement building inside him. Finally, someone was going to give him the chance that his mother would never consider.

"However...I should point out, that if you are willing to try this, there will be consequences if you let me down," she said warily, as she positioned a yellow pair of plastic panties around his feet.

Timmy gulped--he had assumed that this was a risk-free proposition.

"If I find that you've wet your diapers and didn't tell me beforehand, you're going to get a very hard spanking."

Timmy froze with anxiety as his beautiful babysitter tugged the babyish plastic panties up his silky smooth legs and began working them over his bulging diapers. He was terrified at the prospect of going over her lap to be spanked, but then, when would he ever get a chance like this again? She might never offer it again, or she might not become his permanent babysitter, or his mom could just veto the idea…the possibilities were endless.

No, despite the huge risk, he was going to have to try it. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, he reflected ruefully.

"O-okay, miss Hazel. I-I promise to get you if I have to go pee," he told her nervously, praying and hoping that he wouldn't mess it up.

His babysitter looked back at him carefully, wanting to give him every opportunity to take back his bold stance if he so chose.

"All right Timmy, if that's what you want, let's see if you can prove to me what a big boy you really are," she told him as she lifted him up off the changing table, "Let's go get you some breakfast then."

With a swat on his thickly diapered bottom, she took him by the hand and led him into the kitchen, helping him up into his highchair. Hazel wasn't prepared to radically alter his daily routine, but instead of feeding him as Gina would have, she allowed him to use his spoon himself, albeit only after she had tied his baby bib around his neck.
In addition, she made sure he finished two full bottles of milk, since, to her way of thinking, all sissies needed to stay hydrated.

After breakfast, Hazel took him back into his nursery and the two laid on the pink carpeted floor together, happily coloring in his Disney Princess coloring books as the morning wore on.
Timmy soon became engrossed in creating a masterpiece with his crayons, and he hoped his sexy new companion would be equally impressed with his artistic skills. Carefully staying within the lines, and choosing his colors with care, Timmy was bursting with pride at his accomplishment.
He was nearly finished with the picture, and filled with eagerness to show off his work when Hazel unexpectedly reached across the space between them and slipped a finger inside the elastic leg band of his plastic panties.

Timmy froze in fear--he had totally forgotten about trying to be careful with his wetting! A dark expression clouded Hazel's pretty features as her fingers felt the soggy wet cotton inside his waterproof panties.

Simultaneously, they both rose to their feet, Hazel shaking her head with disappointment.

"Looks like you've just earned yourself a trip over my lap," she told the shaking boy.

"Y-you--you c-can't spank me," he quailed, "M-my mommy never spanks me."

He licked his dry lips as a short squirt of panic-induced pee added to his already wet diaper.
Hazel reached for his hand and then took a seat on the edge of the crib mattress, bringing him stumbling over to her right side.

"Your mommy and I have different ideas on how we discipline naughty little boys," she told him severely, "And now you're going to get your sissy bottom spanked."

Feeling the panic rising in him, Timmy's eyes filled with tears and he stamped his feet in place.

"No!" he cried desperately, the tears tumbling down his cheeks, "I want my mommy!"

Hazel patiently reached over and sharply tugged his lemon yellow plastic panties down past his knees, even as Timmy made weak, futile attempts to stop her.

"I told you to let me know when you were going to wet your diapers and you disobeyed me," she snapped.

"Please miss Hazel!" he pleaded with the busty teen, "Can't I just have one more chance?"

"It's time for you to get a good, hard paddling, Timmy. Maybe then, you'll try harder the next time."

Yanking him over her lap, she felt his warm, pee-soaked diapers squish against her bare thighs and she swiftly removed the pins from either side. Pulling the thick Birdseye cloth back, she exposed his soft, quivering pale bottom.

"No! Please--please, miss Hazel!" he sobbed bitterly.

Timmy had been dominated for so long and so thoroughly by his mother, that it never even occurred to him to try to resist Hazel physically. Although given that she was a full foot taller than he was, even without her heels, it would have been pointless anyway.

Grasping the paddle, Hazel rubbed it against Timmy's damp cheeks, just to fill him with fearful anticipation. By now, he was sobbing incoherently, begging her not to do it even as another stream of warm pee flowed helplessly into the diaper beneath him.
Hazel felt it too, and gripping the paddle with firm determination, she raised it over her shoulder and brought it down with a tremendous thunderclap on his bottom.

A band of fire seared itself across both his tender cheeks and Timmy howled out at the top of his lungs. He kicked wildly, his Mary Janes scissoring in the air but they were restrained by his damp plastic panties.

SMACKKK!!!

A second broad red stripe overlaid the first one, bringing a whole new color to Timmy's cute little bottom. He beat his fists on the floor, the tears pouring down his cheeks to drip onto the carpet beneath him. This hurt far more than even he had expected, and he fought desperately to get up, only to be held in place by hazel's firm grip.

From somewhere deep inside of her, a deep reservoir of anger and resentment rose to the surface, fueling Hazel's pace and giving her the strength to wield the paddle like a holy instrument of retribution. Here was another sissy that she was going to teach a long lasting, and well deserved lesson to. It was obvious that Gina had been lax with the boy, and had neglected to give him the proper discipline that he should have received growing up.

I'm only too happy to correct that oversight, Hazel reflected with an evil smile as she viciously swatted his soft bottom again and again.

As Timmy cried uncontrollably, his cheeks soon took on the color of a glowing red furnace, and his skin became blotchy and swollen.
Somewhere, detached in the back of his mind, it occurred to him that the boy next door must now be realizing it was finally his turn for a spanking.

Hazel kept up that pace, smacking and swatting his bottom harshly, as Timmy bawled like a baby.

At last, the buxom babysitter was satisfied with his punishment, and she laid the paddle aside on his crib mattress. She smiled and briefly closed her eyes as a mini orgasm rippled through her body.

As she listened to the boy crying uncontrollably, she gently stroked his inflamed bottom, squeezing one cheek and then the other, as she evaluated her handiwork. The skin was hot to the touch, and she continued to caress it with admiration.

Reaching her two middle fingers into the open jar of Vaseline, she spread Timmy's legs and pushed a dollop into his little pink hole. Next to the bed, Hazel had kept his butt plug handy, and she picked it up now after swirling it again in the Vaseline. Poising it at Timmy's rosebud, she gently but firmly pushed it inside him, evoking a squeal of surprise and angst from the distraught, crying boy.

Helping him to his wobbly feet, Hazel smiled to herself as she looked down once more upon his little pink chastity device, thinking how perfect it was that he was plugged in back and caged in front.
This is what all sissies deserve, she reflected.

Kneeling down, Hazel took a few of the thick, soft diapers stacked up alongside Timmy's changing table, and arranged them one on top of each other.

"Come along baby, we need to get you back in your pampers where you belong," she told him.

Still crying as he frantically rubbed his blazing bottom, Timmy knew just how right she was.
As she sat him down on the diapers, he cried out bitterly as his scorched, candy apple cheeks made contact with the fluffy, soft cotton. In no time, Hazel had his feet over his head while she smeared another layer of cool Desitin across his punished behind. Bringing his legs back down, she powdered all over his chastity device and up to his navel, the babyish scent filling the air.

"I'm going to give you another chance, Timmy," she told him as she drew the thick cloth up between his legs and pinned it around his hips.

"This time, you are going to come to me when you feel the need to wet yourself. Do I make myself clear?" she said sternly as she looked him in the eye, "Or you'll be taking another trip over my lap."

"I-I-I can't," he sobbingly admitted, the tears still spilling down his cheeks, "I can't help it when I wet myself...It just, happens."

"Timmy, you're 13 years old now and a teenager. Your mommy might think it's okay for you to spend the rest of your life in diapers and plastic panties, but it's high time you grew up," she said as she clipped the pink duckie-headed safety pin closed on the other side, "You are going to tell me when you have to wet, or you are going to get your bottom spanked. It's that simple."

[Baby Bobby]

                                            CHAPTER FIVE                         

Timmy sat strapped into his highchair, his face a mess from the baby food Hazel had been spoonfeeding him, and his plastic Dumbo bib was splattered with numerous colors of the pureed slop. The butt plug she had forced into him earlier had ached a bit at first, and even now, he could hardly ignore the sense of rubbery fullness stuffed into his virgin back passage. Every time he shifted in his seat, the fat plug seemed to burrow deeper into his pouting rectum.

One of Hazel's many male admirers had called her and now Timmy sat bored and very much trapped in his highchair, idly swinging his legs as she ignored him, chatting and giggling on her cell phone.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, she hung up and went over to the sink to retrieve a wet wash cloth. Bringing it over to the sissy waiting for her, she wiped it across his messy face. Hazel removed the bib, and she looked his short baby dress over carefully, to make sure none of his lunch had slopped onto the delicate, frilly confection.

Before she unlatched the tray that was keeping him captive, she reached down and lifted the multiple layers of his dress to expose his yellow nursery print plastic panties. Her unexpected movement caused Timmy to bite his lip nervously, fearing her imminent discovery of his soggy wet diapers.

Wordlessly, she held his dress out of the way while her other hand went down behind the elastic waistband, feeling the soft cotton cloth, now fully saturated with warm pee. For a brief moment, Timmy was treated to a fabulous view down her snug pink top but he cringed in fear when he felt her fingers against his skin.

Hazel stood back and made no effort to release the serving tray--instead, she placed her hands on her curvy hips, and a look of resigned disappointment darkened her pretty face.

"Well...once again, you've went and wet your diapers just like a baby without telling me," she stated as she addressed him sternly, "Looks like I didn't paddle you hard enough the first time."

Timmy, who was already whimpering and fidgeting in his seat, suddenly burst into tears--his poor bottom was still painful and stinging from his earlier spanking.

"Please--please, miss Hazel," he begged her pathetically, "Please don't spank me again."

"You have two choices, Timmy," the tall brunette said as she crossed her slim arms over her bountiful chest, "I can put you over my lap and give you another sound paddling--or...I can punish your bottom in a different way. It's your choice."

"I-I'll take the different way," he blurted out between sobs.

"Very well," she said as she unlatched the serving tray from his highchair, undid the buckle from around his waist, and helped him to step down. Timmy's crying had abated somewhat and he was sniffling now as she took him by the hand down the hallway and into his nursery. Once they were there, she stood him in place and tugged his plastic panties down off his wet diaper, placing them on his changing table for later use.

"You won't be needing those for a while," she told him as she suppressed a smirk.

"I want you to climb into your crib and lay face down over these two pillows," she explained as she patted a pair of pillows arranged in the middle of the bed.

Timmy didn't know what to make of her instructions and he wondered anxiously what further terrible punishment she had in store for him. Climbing into his crib, he looked over his shoulder and watched as Hazel began pulling an elaborate leather harness up her shapely thighs, tugging the straps snug and tight around her hips. Timmy gulped hard when she turned around and he saw the massive rubber dil-do with realistic looking veins running down it's shaft that was now protruding from Hazel's pelvis.

"Wha-what are you going to do with that?" he quaked nervously, his voice cracking.

"This is what happens to sissies who can't control their wetting and pee their diapers during the day," she scolded him as she grabbed the jar of Vaseline and climbed into the crib behind him.
Timmy began whimpering and his eyes filled with tears.

"No--please--please don't do it to me, miss Hazel--I promise I'll be good," he pleaded with her.

Hazel could feel herself getting wet again and her heartbeat increasing as she slowly unpinned Timmy's wet diapers and pulled them back, exposing his pink, bruised bottom. It looked so cute and girlish, and she couldn't wait to bury her dil-do deep into his sissy hole.
His butt plug was still firmly lodged between his punished cheeks as she began generously coating her dil-do with the Vaseline. As she pulled the plug out, Timmy squealed and kicked his feet a bit but Hazel had already straddled the back of his thighs and her weight was preventing him from escaping.
Bending over slightly, she used one hand to pry his stinging cheeks apart and the other to position the fat, blunt tip of her dil-do against his quivering anus.

"I'm going to pop your cherry, Timmy--I hope you're ready for it," she growled.

Timmy was sobbing uncontrollably but otherwise making no real attempt to try to escape. He fully recognized the complete superiority of his new babysitter and he knew he was going to get violated whether he liked it or not.

Having a vast amount of experience using strap-on dil-dos, Hazel knew just where to position it and what angle to use. In no time at all, she was pressing firmly with her pelvis against his puckering little pink hole, and the wide, rubbery head finally pushed past his defeated sphincter.

"OHHHHH!!!" Timmy squealed, his Mary Janes kicking ineffectively behind her.

Slowly, Hazel pushed the massive shaft in deeper, inch by inch, taking her time with the helpless, squirming sissy. His little hole had never been stretched like this before, and he beat his fists on the bed as he cried out plaintively.

"Thaaat's mommy's little girl," Hazel said throatily, her voice having become consumed with lust. Her clitoris ached from having been aroused for so long and not having had any satisfaction and his cries of vulnerability only excited her more.

Timmy's girlish squeals filled the room and Hazel plunged it in until the big, fat dil-do bottomed out.

"Take my big coc-k, sissy boy," she grunted from above him.

Gripping his narrow hips tightly, Hazel pushed even harder, reveling in the wonderful sensation being transmitted to her dripping wet pussy. At the same time, Timmy wriggled and squirmed beneath her like a fish trying to escape. Except there was no escape for Timmy today!
The fact was--the more he struggled, the more turned on Hazel became and a moan of pleasurable satisfaction escaped her lips.

Pulling it out until only the fat, bulbous head remained, she paused and then slowly plunged it back in again, forcing Timmy to take every inch of the slippery silicone coc-k. The poor boy thought for sure he was being split in two, and he moaned piteously. Hazel's clit throbbed with the sound of his squealing, and she began a slow, teasing rhythm, in and out, stretching his tight, aching hole to it's very limit.

Every time she thrust inwards, she used her hands to stretch Timmy's pink cheeks outward, as she plunged the 9" shaft deep inside of his virgin rectum.

Desperately gripping the baby blankets of his crib, Timmy sobbed, grimacing with the dull pain of his back passage being so thoroughly violated. Occasionally, Hazel would bury her coc-k in to the hilt, grinding the rubbery invader hard into his very bowels which would elicit load squeals and moans from the trapped little sissy.

Picking up the pace, she gradually went faster and faster, plunging the massive shaft in and out as Timmy kicked and wailed. At last, she rammed it in hard, grinding all her weight against his backside and holding it there.

Timmy cried with defeat just as Hazel shrieked with ecstasy, her eye-crossing orgasm washing over her in a tidal wave of delicious, all-consuming pleasure.

With her heart pounding and her head swimming, she gasped for breath, gulping in great draughts of air as she struggled to recover from her climax. Her body felt weak, and she didn't have the strength yet to move.

Timmy lay whimpering, squirming beneath her and desperately wanting to be free of her gargantuan, emasculating coc-k that was still buried deep in his throbbing back passage.
Finally, once her head had cleared, Hazel slowly eased the slippery battering ram out of his aching pink hole. Stumbling out of the crib, Hazel drew her arm across the patina of sweat upon her forehead, amazed at the force of her own orgasm. Drunkenly, she undid the snug straps around her hips and let the heavy rubber dil-do and harness fall to the floor with a thump.

"Oh my God, that was so amazing," she exclaimed, her head still spinning, "Trust me," she said breathlessly, "you're going to be taking my coc-k every day from now on."

Timmy was still laying over the pillows, his pink bottom pointed skyward and his legs spread apart, whimpering and crying softly.

"Come on baby," Hazel beckoned him gently, "let's get you into a fresh set of diapers and plastic panties, it's my sissy boy's naptime."

Pushing Timmy's pacifier into his pouting mouth, Hazel went through the familiar routine of powdering and pampering the young teen, tucking him into his crib when she had finished.
After leaving the nursery briefly, she returned with a baby bottle of warm milk in her hand. Bending down, she gently wrapped her right arm around Timmy's head and after removing his pacifier, she eased the dripping rubber nipple of the bottle between his lips.

"There, there," she said soothingly, "here's some nice warm milk for mommy's little baby. And don't you worry your pretty little head about wetting yourself while you're asleep--I know how much you need your pampers--everyone knows you're a hopeless bedwetter who just doesn't have any control."

Timmy sobbed uncontrollably and nodded, overwhelmed with this afternoon's traumatizing events.

"Please don't punish me, miss Hazel," he whimpered around the big rubbery nipple filling his mouth, "I can't help it."

"Shhh...I know baby," she said softly as she caressed his tousled blonde hair, "that's all over now," she assured him as she kissed his forehead tenderly.

"You won't have to try to prove that you're a big boy anymore, you're mommy's little sissy toddler. Let's not have any more talk about you wearing regular underwear--you belong in nice, thick diapers and plastic panties and I'm going to make sure that's where you stay."

Timmy hugged his teddy bear tight and nursed from his bottle, both relieved and ashamed to hear her announcement. He had really hoped to enlist Hazel as an advocate for his plans but to his dismay, he realized he had only succeeded in giving his mommy another determined enforcer of his humiliating baby regime.

Hazel stayed by his side, giving him tender kisses as he finished his bottle, his long lashes fluttering sleepily.


Later that afternoon, as Timmy lay in his crib with his diapers wet again and clinging to his bottom, his dreams were filled once more with Hazel. suc-king feverishly on his pacifier, Timmy occasionally whimpered in his sleep and his angelic face appeared troubled.
As he tossed and turned in his crib, unconsciously, his hands had slipped beneath the blankets, to anxiously rub the front of his fat, cushiony diapers while he dreamed of pretty Hazel plunging her big dil-do into him, again and again...

               

[Baby Bobby]

              CHAPTER SIX



Timmy sat in his playpen, feeling dirty and thoroughly humiliated.

Just like the two mornings previous, Hazel had administered two, long soapy enemas to the boy, but today, instead of letting him up to release it, she had instead, swiftly re-diapered him and told him to let nature take its course. It wasn't long before all that soapy water came rushing back out, to fill up his diapers in a sequence of gushing hot, liquid torrents.

Timmy had burst into tears, overcome with feelings of shame and helplessness. Now he felt like he was practically swimming in his diapers. Eventually, the multiple layers of thick, absorbent Birdseye cotton and his plastic panties did an admirable job of containing it all, but it only made Timmy feel more babyish than ever.

Hazel left him in his playpen to keep him out of her hair while she relaxed with her cell phone, texting her friends. Two of them had expressed an interest in checking out her teen-aged baby, in part because they found it impossible to believe, but also because with Hazel--anything was possible. To be sure, their busty friend had acquired a reputation at school for having defeated and humiliated a number of geeky nerds and sissies, but nothing like this.
As she read the messages indicating they would be over shortly, Hazel smiled knowingly at Timmy sitting across the room in his playpen. Humiliation was always better when it was shared amongst friends.

Timmy was stacking his big plastic blocks, the seat of his thick diapers sticking tenaciously to his rump. On the plus side (if there was one), he felt fortunate to be free of his usual morning butt plug, which had become an emasculating, daily routine for him.

He paused momentarily in his activity to wet himself, the pee re-warming the soggy cloth between his legs in a way that was both familiar and welcome.
Happily, Hazel was no longer spanking him when he wet his diapers. But instead, she had made good use of her strap-on, raping his tight little hole for an hour last night before bed while he squealed and moaned. It had left him sore with his rosebud aching as he fell asleep in his crib.

Timmy was just thinking it was going to be another quiet morning, when they suddenly heard a knock at the door. Frozen in place, Timmy looked over to Hazel, who smiled and walked across the room to answer the caller.

As soon as the door opened, mutual, exuberant greetings were heard as Hazel hugged her friend and brought her inside.
Timmy blushed deeply as he beheld the young, attractive woman standing before him.

She was about 5'8", with long, shimmery blond hair cascading over her soft shoulders. She had a modest bustline, but her narrow waist gave her a decidedly womanly figure, accentuated by her choice of a tight lace-up top that left her flat tummy exposed. Because it was summer, she wore equally snug shorts that hugged her perfect bottom and showcased her fabulous toned legs.

It was very apparent that this girl spent regular time in the gym.
Her pretty blue eyes seemed to contain a glint of cruelty and instinctively, Timmy feared this woman.

Looking down at Timmy who was cringing in his playpen, she shook her head in obvious disapproval.
"You know, I really didn't believe you," she said to Hazel without taking her gaze off the diapered teen, "But everything you said was exactly right."
Timmy could only wonder what sort of things his babysitter had said about him and he bit his lip as his eyes darted around the room nervously.
"I can't believe you're thirteen years old and still in diapers--Didn't your mommy ever potty train you?" she asked pointedly.

Timmy blushed hotly. For years, he'd never given any serious thought to the bizarre way in which his mommy had raised him. But now that he was going through puberty and being exposed to more and more people, he felt his shameful status most acutely.

Without waiting for an answer, the girl continued on in her acerbic tone of voice;
"Are you sure he's a guy?--With those pigtails and long lashes, I would have sworn he was a little girl when I first saw him. And look at those soft, girly legs--not a trace of hair anywhere."

As she stood over the padded rail of his playpen looking down at him, he felt very small indeed. It didn't help that his fat diapers were absolutely soaking wet--her scorn made him feel like he was no more mature than an incontinent toddler.

Hazel was enjoying watching her friend humiliate Timmy. To be sure--it was nothing he didn't truly deserve.
"Timmy, this is my good friend, Kayla," Hazel introduced her.

With his cheeks burning red, Timmy was too overwhelmed and intimidated to speak. Instead, he looked away, licking his dry lips and wishing he could be anywhere else, rather than under the demeaning glare of this beautiful blonde.

Just then, another knock was heard at the door.
"Oh, that's got to be Michelle," Hazel announced.

As she answered the door, Timmy was shocked to see another good looking girl coming into the room and greeting his babysitter warmly. She looked to be older than the other two, probably in her mid-20s, but what caught Timmy's eye was her very generous bosom, barely contained within her fitted white top. As she strode into the room and caught sight of the diapered boy in his playpen, a big smile appeared upon her gorgeous face.
"Oh my God! He's sooo cute!" she exclaimed as she came over to take a closer look at him.

Timmy gulped hard as he gazed up at the twin mounds of femininity stuffed into her top and then up into her twinkling green eyes. Whereas Kayla felt nothing but disdain for him, this girl seemed to embrace the idea of a young teenager still in diapers. While it was humiliating in the extreme to be shown off like this, he was happy to receive her approval, however he could get it.

"Wow, he really looks like a pretty little girl," Kayla gushed, "Hiya cutie!"
She reached down and pinched his blushing cheek playfully.

The move caused her swelling breasts to heave forward, threatening to leap out of her struggling top and Timmy gasped with amazement.
"I have a baby girl at home, too, Timmy. I'll bet you two would love to play with her dollies together," she added.
"How is your little one, Michelle?" Hazel asked her solicitously.

"She's strong and healthy," her auburn haired friend replied proudly, "and she's drinking so much milk, I think I'm producing extra," she smiled.
She emphasized her remark by cupping her tremendous bosom in both her hands and hefting them like melons at the market.
Timmy swallowed hard at the gesture, and unconsciously, he licked his lips hungrily. Although it had been many years since he had actually nursed from the breast, well-endowed women such as Michelle and Hazel were a constant source of arousal for the childish boy. However, this was due less to an adult sexual desire, than it was to an infantile need to nurse from them.

"So does your little baby here wet her diapers like a real one?" Michelle asked with a giggle.
"All the time," Hazel quipped, "As a matter fact, I was just about to change him when you two came over."
Michelle seemed thrilled at the prospect, although Timmy was filled with anxiety.

"No, miss Hazel," he whined pathetically in a small voice, "Can't we do it later?"

"I know you're past overdue," she replied firmly as she lifted him out of his playpen, squeezing the soggy seat of his round, diapered bottom, "Come on sissy boy, let's get you changed."

Timmy whined miserably as he waddled down the hall after her, his wrist held securely in her hand.
As the three of them entered his brightly lit nursery, Kayla's brow furrowed.
"Ewww, what is that smell?" she demanded.

"Oh, sorry," Hazel said as she tugged the boy's cute plastic panties down off his diaper, "that's Timmy's diaper pail. I'm afraid a bedwetting sissy creates a lot of laundry and the smell just goes along with the territory."

Kayla shook her head as Timmy avoided her disapproving glare.
The reality was--wet diapers were a fact of life for him. He could no more stop his wetting than for the earth to stop turning, and he just wanted to get through his day with a minimum of humiliation.

"Well I think you're nursery is absolutely scrumptious," Michelle said, exuding enthusiasm as her eyes surveyed the pink room, "There's everything here and more that a big baby could ever want."

Hazel had placed Timmy on his changing table and his sopping wet diapers were now unpinned, revealing his pink chastity cage to the other girls for the first time.
"No way! Is that what I think it is?" Kayla asked, her voice revealing both scorn and interest in equal measures.
She had bent down and was looking closer at the tiny device imprisoning Timmy's little pen-is.

"Wow! That is really small! It's the size of my pinky!" she laughed contemptuously.

Timmy felt completely humiliated. It was bad enough having his baby lifestyle revealed to these beautiful, adult women but for them to see his chastity tube was absolutely mortifying. His cheeks blazed and his blushing went all the way down to his chest.

"Well, I guess we know he's not playing with himself," Kayla smirked derisively.

"Nope. His mommy thinks of him as a little girl and she decided that erections don't have any place in his life. So his chastity device keeps him sissy soft down there, 24/7. I'm afraid that also leaves the little masturbator high and dry in the orgasm department," Hazel chuckled.

"Just as it should be," Kayla remarked caustically.

"Awww, you poor thing," Michelle said sympathetically as she looked down upon the squirming sissy.

Hazel grasped his ankles and swung them unceremoniously up over his head, putting him in the most humiliating position and revealing his pink rosebud to the three of them.

"Kayla, can you hand me that butt plug over there?...Yes, the one in the Vaseline," Hazel asked as she pointed behind her.

Rather than actually picking up the silicone object, Kayla handed her the entire jar of Vaseline instead, a disagreeable look on her face.
"Thanks," she acknowledged as she swirled the butt plug in the jar, coating it generously and then positioned it at Timmy's sissy hole.
"Open wide, baby, it's time again for your butt plug."

Timmy moaned piteously as she slowly but forcefully pushed the fat, rubbery plug deep inside of him. His reluctant sphincter soon gave up and embraced the emasculating invader, quickly closing up around the narrow base and leaving him unable to expel it.

"There, just what a little sissy needs," she grinned as she began smearing diaper rash cream across his bottom.

While she held his ankles over his head, with her free hand, she pushed three fluffy white diapers under his rump and then let his legs down. The pungent smell of urine surrounding them was briefly exceeded by that of the fragrant baby powder, as Hazel applied it generously to Timmy's diaper area.
Pinning the sides snug around his hips, Hazel picked up some white nursery print plastic panties and pulled them over his feet. Timmy whimpered weakly as she pulled the crinkly panties up his legs and worked them over the fat bulk of his diapers.

"Hey, so I was wondering," Hazel began tentatively, "Do you guys mind taking things outside while I wash my car? It's such a beautiful day, and I figured we could talk out there."

"Oh sure," Kayla agreed, "my car needs it too."
"What about Timmy?" Michelle asked.

"Let's take him outside with us," Kayla suggested, "We can take his playpen out to the front yard--that way you can keep an eye on him, Hazel."
"Yeah, why not?" she said in agreement as she sat back and gazed at the freshly diapered youth.
Timmy was aghast at the idea, and his lacy anklet covered feet kicked nervously.

"I-I-I can't go outside, n-not to the front yard, my mommy never makes me do that," he quailed.

"Oh yes you will," Kayla said sternly, "You'll do as I say, you little pantywaist."