Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
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This is a story that was requested by pampers60 and Betty has given me approval to put it up as it was previously on the forum. Thanks Betty and Thanks Felicia for such wonderful story, a long time favourite of mine
Aunt Marsha's Little Girl
Author: Felicia
Sep/3/2001 22:40:10 [-05 EST]
Halloween, and I was still wandering about, walking in the neighborhood and wishing I had money for a costume. Mom had been having problems with the rent, and it seemed that every time I asked for soemthing, I was told how inconsiderate I was being. Tonight hadn't been any different, and it seemed that all we could do was argue, so I ran off outside, grabbing my guitar and heading for the woods. It was around ten when I came through the front door, and knew that I was in trouble-- Mom was on the top stair waiting, and Aunt Marsha was behind her. "Well, and it's about time, too," my mother said, giving me that look which made me feel about 2 feet high."And just where have you been, running about all night?"
I put the guitar down, trying to gently push myself past, but Mom and my Aunt stood their ground. Aunt Marsha moved behind me, and put her arm around my neck, hand entwined in my hair. She was a large woman, with thick black hair brushed back from her head, banded with a silver filagree. I always admired her, thinking that she looked more than a little like a Wonderful Woman Amazon. Her other hand went down to my belt,grabbing my jeans, and propelling me into the living room. "You have to understand, Pat,"she said, making me sit next her on the sofa,"that such an important young man like this has places to go, and can't be bothered with explanations." Aunt Marsha stared directly into my eyes,her own brown orbs glittering with anger. "And I can see it is just like you told me, he's running wild on you." She held on to my hair, twisting my head down until I could smell her lavendar perfume as her hand pulled me to her breasts. She gave a short laugh, reaching behind her into a large black purse. "Don't you dare move, little boy," she said.
My head was still pressed against her breasts as used her other hand to grab my lips. pursing them together into a Cupids' bow as if for a kiss. "Keep that pucker up, little boy!,"she said. A moment later I felt the thick red lipstick being pressed to the outline of my lips, smelling the cloying raspberry flavoring. My aunt traced the outline three times, laying it on until she was satisfied, then pushed her fingers under my chin, holding my head up. "Stay perfectly still, or I'll have to start all over again, little man." She'd taken out a small "Q-Tip" sized brush with serrated edges, and pushed the brush aginst my lashes, pulling and brushing outwards. "There, that'll do for now. Turn and look at your mother." I did as I was told, and found Mom smiling thinly, with no sympathy in her eyes at this treatment I was getting. "Yes, Marsha, I think you're right. He'll respond beautifully." I heard a small laugh from my aunt, and heard her unzipping one of the pockets on her purse. "Of course he will, Pat, I've seen it in him many times, and just this little bit has improved him already."
I felt my aunt's strong hands bury themselves in my hair again. "Soo soft and thick, and curly,too.
It'll be a real pleasure working with you, little man." She turned my head until I was staring in her deep brown eyes again, lost in their depths like a hypmotized bird. Her hand pointed at a pile of clothes which lay on the couch next to her. I saw ribbons, lace trimming and pink edgings, but most alarmingly, two large pink diaper pins and a large pink pacifier with thick round latex nipple. Aunt Marsha put both hands on my face, pulling me to her in deep kiss which engulfed my helpless, colored lips. "Your mother and I have decided to call you "Felicia"' she said, smiling down at me. "And since it's Halloween, we've decided to give you holiday you won't forget!"
Aunt Marsha's eyes continued to stare down at me,deep
pools of brown which were now flecked with amusement
as I kneeled before her without any clothes save the
little girls' training bra which she'd fastened on me
My protests were hushed very effectively by the soft
rubber of the pacifier pushing down on my tongue. She
laughed softly, her hand brushing softly over the bra,
and patting the pacifier ring.
"Now you look so much better, Felicia, your face is
really suitable for make-up, very girlish, if I say
so myself." Marsha was now holding me tightly, and
motioned my mother over to stand beside her to see
her handiwork.
Mother smiled, tousling my hair, and then kissing me
on my cheeks and squeezing me all over. "Oh, Marsha,
he's so much cuter now--and he responds to cuddles
and carresses just like a little girl."
"Of course she does, Patrice, she's always been nothing
but a little girl in male clothes!" Marsha left me
kneeling, and reached over to the clothing she'd
brought, taking a pile of frothy pink and white lace
and shaking it out. "And this has been one of your favorites,
hasn't it, Felicia?"
My eyes must've gotten wider with suprise, as my aunt
gave a little snort of derisive laughter. "Did you
really think that you could sneak about and go through
my underwear drawers without being detected, Felicia?
Any woman would be able to tell when her things are out of place,
and your mother knows that you do the same thing here at
home, don't you?"
My protests were muffled, and came out as babyish gurglings.
"well, at least you show some taste,Felicia." My aunt
stepped behind me, still fluffing out the fabric of
the frilly garment. "This is a nightgown, made with
the best tricot and lace, and was made for a grown
woman. I've shortened it for you, and of course have
added some elastic and ruffles for my little niece in
the appropriate places.This is called a pinafore,and it
suits you perfectly."
Aunt Marsha grabbed me by the hair, and shoved the
soft material in my face,covering me completely. I was
engulfed by the smells of perfume and lady's powder.
"Arms up, Now!", she shouted, pulling the pinafore
away. I hastily obeyed, nostrils still wide from the
scent. "That's a good baby, spread them out, make
sooo-biiig for auntie and mommy."
I felt the sleeves pulled on my arms, and the layers of
lace and ruffles going over my head and smoothed down
my body by Aunt Marsha's hands as my mother held me
still from behind. Marsha fastened what felt like straps
behind me, starting at my waist and continuing all the
way up to me neck, making sure that each one was tight.
My mother started giggling,turning me around and holding
both of my hands out in front so that she could have a better
look at me.
"Oh my,my, Marsha he looks just like, just like.."
"He looks just like your baby daughter,Patrice, and
he will act like one too, believe me. Now, why don't
you go out to the car and get my other suprise while
I finish dressing my niece?"
As my mom went down the stairs, I struggled against
my aunt's grip, which only resulted in a great rustle
of the pinafore and my aunts' turning around with annoyance.
SSSMMMACKK!! I almost fell forward from the impact of her
hand spanking my rear. SSSMMMAACCKK! A second slap, and
I felt her lifting up the ruffled pinafore even more,
so that my rear was exposed to the her except for my
briefs. Her hand went into the waistband, ans she pulled
them completely down to my ankles.
"Sit down, Felicia."
I did as I was told, and felt myself turning red from
the neck to my ears as she pulled my boys' briefs
completely off.
"There,"she said "I couldn't bear to see you in those
ugly things a moment longer. Now, where were we?"
Holding my legs together, whe lifted me back and upwards with ease,
and began another series of stinging spanks on my now
naked rear. I wiggled and struggled, held in place by
my aunt's strength and the confining ruffles of my
pinafore, which no longer seemed so soft. Hot tears
of pain and humiliation coursed down my face,as my
cries gurgled past the pacifier.
More to come
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SissyCat,
That is a great start. I'm really looking forward to the next part.
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After what seemed like an eternity, Aunt Marsha stopped,
and once again I looked up into those deep brown pools of her eyes,
still crying and gurgling. "Now, Felicia, do you think
you can lay still for a minute like a good little girl?
Auntie has to get the bad girl dressed, but there are
plenty of spanks left if you don't obey."
I nodded my head up and down, and kept my arms and
legs as still as tree limbs, despite the burning.I
had no wish for any more spankings.
Less than a minute later, I felt Aunt Marsha lifting
up my legs, and sliding something under me. As she
let me down, she started rubbing a thick paste on my
front areas and also on my stinging rear. She looked
down at me, then kissed me lightly on the forehead.I felt
the thick cloth under me, and saw that she was holding
one of the large pink pins in her hand.
"Your mother and I have both agreed that you need to
be completely trained to be a girl, Felicia. We've also
decided that for purposes of control,we're going to put
you back in diapers!" I felt her pull one side of the
diaper up and felt it tighten as she pinned it. Before
I could react, she repeated this on the other side, then
she tucked the excess cloth in under the folds of my legs.
She laughed, looking down at me again with those large
brown eyes. "That's a little extra I use when diapering
little girls--they wet more in the middle,so I double
fold. There's some things that a woman never forgets,
Felicia, and I know every trick and little baby thought
that you'll be having. You'll be tempted to disobey,
and maybe even try to take your diapers off. Don't--
I'll catch you, or your Mommy will, and we will punish
our little girl."
Aunt Marsha grinned, and held up a pair of pink rubber
rhumbas which were swimming with lace. "Get used to
wearing these, Felicia, you'll be in them for a long
time." My cheeks turned even redder as she lifted my
legs again, bending my knees as she eased the baby pants
up over the diapers. Aunt Marsha snapped the elastic
on the legs, smiling as she smoothed the ruffled pinafore
down onto the rhumbas. Her strong hands turned me around
again, as she checked the bows and stays, then finished
up by tightening the pacifier buckle another notch.
Aunt Marsha looked down at me again, smiling. "So, does
aunties' little girl like her suprise so far? Now sit
down with your husher and suc-k like a good baby. Auntie hears
Mommy coming with another suprise.
I watched as my mother came back up the stairs, smiling.
She was carrying a huge plastic bag,decorated with smiling
ponies and lambs. It was stuffed full, sides bulging,
and my mother laughed a little as she eased the padded
straps from her shoulders.
"Well, Marsha, it's certainly been a while since I've
had to carry one of these around with me." She looked
down at me in my new girlish outfit,and her smile widened.
"But I can see from the looks of our little Felicia,that
we're going to need everything in this diaper bag, and probably
more. She looks absolutely adorable, Marsha--come here
to Momma, you pretty little thing."
I felt Aunt Marsha's grip loosen,and as I started to
scramble upwards, heard the rustlings of all of my frills
and the heavy plastic of the panties I'd been put in
like some cradle concerto. My movement came to an
abrupt halt, and I felt Aunt Marsha's hands pushing
me back down.
"Baby girls will crawl, until they've been trained to walk
like proper young ladies!" She straightened the ruffles of
my pinafore, and pulled the baby pants until they rode
snugly on the mound of diapers I was wearing. "But Fleicia
shows signs of being a good student, and Auntie has taught
her something about proper young girlish behavoir already,
hasn't she?" My aunt turned me around until I was facing her
again, looking into those deep brown pools of her eyes.
Her hands busied themselves for a moment in my hair, twisting
and weaving a huge hank of my hair. I didn't need a
mirror to tell me that she'd just fastened a thick silken
bow in my hair. She let me go, but hovered behind me,
so close that I could feel her breath on my neck.
"Show your Mommy what you've learned, before you crawl
to her. Do it now!"
I was blushing furiously, but stood up, legs spread wide
and placed one hand under each side of my pinafore,
grabbing all of the layers. Still holding, them tightly,
I thrust my right leg forward, while dipping down to
my knee with my left. The front of the pinafore rose
up, exposing my diapers and panties in what I hoped
was an acceptable curtsey.
My mother clapped her hands with delight. "Such a good
little girl--come to Mommy, right now."
I crawled towards her as quickly as possible, thinking
that once we were alone, I would be able to work on her
and be out of this ridiculous outfit. I turned my head,
expecting to be able to explain, but my mother just
ignored my attempts at communicating, tousling my hair
behind the bow, and tightening the pacifier band so
that the nipple filled my mouth and pressed down harder
on my tongue. Speaking was impossible, and me head was
cradled against my mothers' breasts so that I couldn't
even see what was going on.
She giggled, enjoying my wiggling and struggles to be
free. "Oh Marsha, you've done wonders already, she's so cute
I could just squeeze her to death."
"Of course she is, Patrice; and we shall take steps
to ensure that little Felicia stays that way."
I heard the stacatto rhythym of my aunts' heels as she
moved into the living room, and heard her dragging
a large ottoman across the floor towards the couch.
"Bring her over here, Patrice."
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Thanks much for posting this, it was in fact the one I was looking for.
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Holding the shoulder strap of my pinafore, Mommy guided
across the room, where Aunt Marsha sat on the couch,
the ottoman pushed out in front of her. My aunt was smiling
at me again, her brown eyes boring into me as she
pushed her hands into a pair of latex gloves which gave
a snap as they rolled up to her elbows. I could smell
the thick scent of baby powder, and noticed a white
tube of something by my aunts' side. I was drawn over
the ottoman until my hands were dangling over the side,
my face inches from the h em of Aunt Marsha's dress.
"Pull her panties down past her knees, Patrice, but leave
her diapers on."
My mother followed Aunt Marsha's instructions, pushing
down on my back to make sure that I didn't move.
"Now come over here to the front, Patrice, and take my place.
Hold on to your little girls' arms so that she won't move."
My aunt rose, and I watched my mother take her place on the
couch. She grabbed my arms, pulling me even further
over the ottoman, so that all I could seen was the
buckles and straps on her shoes. I tensed, certain that
I was about to receive another spanking. I heard a
squishhing noise, like ketchup coming out of a bottle.
I felt my aunt's hand on my backside, covered with
the latex glove. "Now, Felicia, I want you to get on
tip-toes, and push your cute little bottom up as high
as you can and hold it there--just like you do after
going poo-poo and waiting for Mommy to wipe. Do it,Now!"
I obeyed as best I could, and felt Aunt Marsha pushing
my bum even farther apart through the diapers. "Now
Patrice, what I'm doing will keep our little girl
as docile as a kitten, and should be performed whenever
necessary, but never less than once a day." I felt a
draft in my bum as my aunt pulled the diapers aside, and
rubbed something cool and slippery between my cheeks. I could
also feel one of her fingers pushing insistently against
my anus and tried to break free. Aunt Marsha ingored my
struggles, and continued talking to my mom. "Where we
work in the hospital, in the male wards, we call it
'milking', and believe me, it makes them oh so more
controllable!" My mother bent forward to get a better
view, still holding onto my arms, but watching Marsha
intently. My aunt had inserted a second finger into my opening
and was wiggling both fingers inside of me, while slowly
moving her fingers with an in and out stroking motion
which brushed the inside of my poop hole.
"Now as you can imagine, there are many ways to do this,
some of my nurses much prefer to use a vibrator, rubbing
it in a circular motion over the genitals before changing
a wet diaper. But I much prefer the digital manipulation,
since it allows me to get that much closer to our little
girl and watch her reactions--the finger motion and the
latex are also more sensative,and once you find the
G-spot, you keep up with a steady pressure, and..."
Aunt Marsha's probing fingers had created a growing
warmth in my diaper area. I knew what was about to happen, but
had no control over it, as a steady flood of warmth
spread in the cloth. I shuddered, making small gurgling
sounds which made their way past the pacifier.
My aunt felt my small convulsion, and smiling down at
my bottom, withdrew her manipulating fingers. "Well,
there's a good girl, Aunt Marsha's milked Felicia into
proper behavior,hasn't she?" She gave my mother a look
which said how simple it all was, pulling the panties
back up over my diapers. The skin of my face felt as
if it were on fire.
"Well, it's certainly brought some color into her complexion,"
my mother said, smiling down at me and my beet red
face. "Have you brought any bottles in that bag, Marsha?
Our little girl looks as if she's thirsty."
Aunt Marsha looked down at me, red-faced and spread
before her on the floor. "Yesss, we have plenty of
ba-bas for Felicia, and lots of other Halloween
suprises too." She bent over, staring down at me with
those deep brown eyes, and she pinched my cheek. "And
I have a feeling that our little pumpkin will love every
suprise we have for her, won't she?"
Aunt Marsha let me go, pointing across the room to
my mother. "Go crawl to Mommy like a good little girl"
I started out, knowing better than to get off my hands and
knees, as I could feel my aunt hovering behind me. I reached
my mother, and she laughed delightedly, pulling my head into her lap
and fondling my head behind the white bow I was wearing.
"OH, now aren't we a sweetiepants? And how are we doing
in our new clothes, eh?" I was pushed further into my mom's
lap as her hand went possessively under the cloth of my
pinafore and the elastic leg gathers of my baby pants
to check the diaper. "Ooohh, and she's acting like a big
girl, still nice and dry."
My aunt laughed, hands in the large diaper bag, searching.
"Well, that won't be lasting very long, Patrice, don't
worry--you still remember how to change a baby, don't you?"
My mom grinned, looking at my feet and examining my
toes. "Marsha, there are some things you never forget;
I've gone through years of changing and raising two
boys, and now I'll have the pleasure of changing my
little girl, even if I'm a bit rusty! But what have you got
there?"
My mother leaned forward, pushing my head further into
the fabric of her dress until I felt my nose caught in the
fabric underneath her dress. I smelled her perfume and
blushed--I was resting my face on the bottom of her
bra. She put a hand behind my forehead, turning me
so that she could cradle me in her arm and still see my
aunt. I looked also, and saw my Aunt Marsha holding
a mass of pink leather and shining buckles. I could smell
baby powder and heard the tinkling of little bells which were
hidden in the folds of the leather.
"Now this will keep our little Felicia from wandering
off, and it also lets us hear her wherever she goes!
I placed a special order all the way to England for
this." Aunt Marsha looked down at me, smiling, as if
she could tell just by looking at me what I was thinking.
"These are called baby-reins, Felicia, and while wearing
them, you'll be as snug as a bug, and totally under
our control! Now let's get her fitted into them so that
her training can begin."
My mother rolled me gently down onto the floor, then
hooked her hand under the shoulder straps of my
pinafore. "Kneel, Felicia, and raise your hands up above
your head." I obeyed as my aunt joined my mother behind me.
"Left arm first," my aunt said, and I heard the tinkling of
the silver bells as she slid the pink leather past the
fabric of the pinafore. I also felt a hard slab of leather
descend upon my back as my aunt threaded a strap through
one of the loopholes on the my left side. "Now raise
the right," and I felt the process repeated. The back portion
of the harness was now pressing aginst my back, and rose to just
below my pinafore collar.
"Excellent! Now raise up and squat,Felicia, spreading
your legs nice and wide for Auntie." Awkwardly, I rose
slowly and did as I was told, blushing furiously as
Aunt Marsha drew two more straps up from behind and
through my crotch area, where she threaded them into
two silver buckles. The buckles also contained circular silver
rings. "Now, Felicia, at the end of each side strap is
there is a larger padded piece of leather; put your
pretty little hands in each side,and press your fingers
together." I did as I was told, trembling as I squatted
in front of my aunt and mother. Aunt Marsha grabbed
the end of the padded straps, pulling each on up tightly
and pushing a securing snap on the top. My arms were
held against my sides, and the most movement I was permitted
was to wiggle my fingers. My aunt pushed down on my shoulders,
placing me in a kneeling position again. Every time I
moved, the silver tinkling of the baby bells would
ring musically.
"There we are," my aunt said."What do you think,Patrice?"
My mother smiled. "She looks perfectly delightful in
her harness, Marsha, and the tinkle bells are just too
much! You're a genius."
My aunt grinned, rummaging about in the bag again,
acknowledging my mothers' praise. "Just one more
finishing touch, and her outfitting for our party
will be complete." I trembled again, wondering what else
could be done to me. The bells tinkled again, loudly
as I wiggled.
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My aunt held up a pair of extremely frilly white baby
socks. Anklettes. And in her other hand, she held up
an oversized pair of shiny white shoes, with extremely
thick soles and circular laces. The light flashed off
of a pair of gleaming silver clasps which were attached
to the rear of the shoes. "These are Pedi-Walkers, Patrice,
and they come with a training brace to assure that baby
takes proper, lady-like steps from the very start!
Sit her down,please and hold her legs out."
The bells tinkled wildly as I struggled, but a firm
pinch from my mother and a stern look from Aunt Marsha
had me sitting with my new baby shoes in a space of
minutes. My aunt took what looked like a steel
triangle with roller skates, and rotated them until
each end was fastened with a click on back braces of
the shoes. My aunt then turned the center roller again,
pulling my legs together until she could barely fit
both her hands between the space. "There we are--now
for the final test."
Aunt Marsha took two long loops of pink leather with
toggle locks on each end, and fastened them to the
side straps of my reins. She gave the other ends into
my mothers' hands, so that there was about eight feet
of free play between us. She slapped me on the rump through
the plastic panties. "Get up,Felicia, get up and run
away--you want to run, don't you?"
I certainly did, and tried my best. I managed to stagger
to my feet, and made a beeline towards the stairs in
short, stumbling hops. Suddenly the back of the reins
tightened, and I went down in heap to the floor in a
tinkling rush of lace and leather. My mother sat on
the floor laughing, the reins in her hands. She reeled
me in like some babydoll fish, and I crawled backwards,
unable to resist the pulling.
A second later my head was lifted up in a strong pair
of hands, and Aunt Marsha's huge brown eyes were staring
down at me again. She laughed, oddly in tune with the
tinkling of the bells on my harness. I gurgled and
tried to shout through the pacifier as my aunt laughed.
"Lesson number one: babies have to learn to walk before
they can run,sweetums."
"And speaking of learning, it's time to show my little
girl how her diet is about to change,Marsha." My mother
held up a large pink baby bottle with a funny looking
nipple and attachments at the end.
"Ahhh, yes--and I'm sure that Felicia is ready by now for a
little refreshment." My aunt's hand went past the harness
and into my panties, once more checking my diaper.
"And this Halloween punch will certainly help improve
her constipated outlook on things, won't it, pumpkin?"
"Here. let me have the baby while you get her bottle
ready. There's two bottles of solution in the bag, Patrice,
make sure we give her the one with the brown liquids
first!"
I watched as my mother went into the kitchen, carrying
the large baby bottle with her. My Aunt Marsha bent forward,
forcing my head down into the nest of her dress, like a
small hammock while seh reached into the diaper bag again.
I watched as she took a large square of plastic with
nursery designs and unrolled it, then snapped it outwards like
a sheet. When it was fully extended, I could see the
the arm and neckholes, along with ribbon ties and
buckle snaps. Mother came back into the living room,
with the pink bottle now a bit darker--it was filed
with some sort of fluid.
Aunt Marsha got up from the floor, putting both hands
under my arms and lifting me with her effortlessly, taking
me with her to the couch. She lifted my legs up on the sofa,
and cradled my head between her breasts again, one arm holding
up my chin. "Now, Patrice, we have to remember that
for the first eighteen months in our little girls'
formative years, her primary source of nourishment and
comfort will be coming from a female's nipple, or its'
facsimile!" I felt my Aunt Marsha's hand tighten on
my chin, lifting it up even further. "So it's quite
likely that Felicia will be quite the sloppy little
eater for some time, what with all that suc-king and
burping--but I've made provisions for her, since she's
such a little dear."
The bells on my harness tinkled as I tried to wiggle away,
but my Aunt just laughed, pushing my chin even higher
as she pulled the huge baby bib under my chin and fastened
it behind my neck with a series of snaps. "Lift up your
arms again, Felicia, there's a good girl." I obeyed and
found the plastic extending in two buckled sleeves almost
down to my elbows, which I saw had a little girls' nursery
print on the plastic, and MOMMY'S FUSSY EATER written
across the absorbent terry front. I felt myself lifted from my
aunt's lap, and moved sideways until my mother grabbed
me, pushing my head down in the crook of her right arm
and making cooing sounds at me.
"There, there, now baby's going to have her tummy filled
with a nice baba, is she ready for that, oh yesss she is."
I felt my face on fire again, diapered and dressed like
a little girl in my mothers' arms about to be fed from
a bottle with my scheming aunt watching. I felt the
buckles on the pacifier being loosened by my aunt, the
huge bottle with God only knows what inside of it sitting
on the arm of the couch beside my mom.
Aunt Marsha looked down at me,holding the pacifier in
her hands, her huge brown eyes daring me to speak out; I
leaned further back into the comfort of mothers' arm, figuring
the smartest thing to do was remain silent.
"Now, Patrice, you'll notice that Felicia's bottle is
much larger than usual;that's because I've made some
special alterations to it." She picked the bottle up,
showing the both of us the bulb on the bottom. "Sometimes
in the hospital we have difficult patients who won't
eat, and take up too much of our time. So we feed them
like infants, but we can't afford to take a half hour
or more to see that they drink their formula properly.
This bottle is one of my 'express-feeders'; it has a
double lining, one of which is filled with the formula,
and the other a pressurized bladder attached to the
bulb on the bottom."
Aunt Marsha reached over my mothers' shoulder, quickly
locking her thumb and forefinger over my nose, squeezing
tightly. As I attempted to protest, she quickly
brought the bottle around, jamming the nipple past
my lips and deep into my mouth, until the round nipple
lay on the back of my tongue. She pumped the bulb twice,
and the nipple swelled, filling me entirely. I felt a
stream of liquid hit the roof of my mouth, then trickle down
my throat.
"Keep the pumping pressure steady, Patrice--that's it,
Baby will make it all gone in a few minutes." My mother
smiled at me, still cradling my head as she pumped the
bulb at the end of the bottle and watched. My mouth
was bulging, and I swallowed a huge mouthful of formula
so that I could breathe, unable to wiggle my head out
the way, and gurgling little trails of formula out the
side of my mouth when I couldn't swallow fast enough.
The nipple remained swollen and spurting, leaving me
with no recourse but to swallow greedily, gulping air
through my nose as the formula streamed into me.
Aunt Marsha watched my mother feed me, and when the
bottle was finally empty, took it from my mouth. The
nipple made a small popping sound as it came out.
"Well, there's a good baby, she made it all gone." My
head was lifted up from my mom's arms, and Marsha draped
a diaper over my mom's shoulder. She turned me over, resting
my head and shoulders over Moms' back, pressing my mouth
into the diaper. I felt my Aunt's hands massaging my
back and then slapping me gently repeatedly between
the shoulders. I tried to get up, but was held in place,patted
again and again unti I felt my mouth open involuntarily
in a tremendous burp of air and formula.
"Well, Marsha, baby got her bubble up, didn't she? And
now it's time for Felicia to relax with her Auntie for
awhile, isn't it? Mommy has places to go, but first
we'll give baby her sleepy-bye treat." My mother looked
at my aunt with a smile. "Is your suprise going to work out
tonight, you think?"
My aunt smiled back, her hands pushing back her thick
lengths of raven hair. She unbuttoned the top of her
blouse, looking down at me with those deep brown eyes.
"I'm sure it will. I've been taking the pre-natals, and
the other girls at the hospital have been helping me
with diet and certain exercises." My aunt pulled the
sides of her blouse down, then grabbed me by the shoulders
and nestled my head in the crook of her left arm. "When
I checked this morning, I noticed the whole area
was warm, and almost itchy--I picked up the bra at
Mi Bella's before I came over here. I'm sure
I'll be just what our little girl needs."
My eyes grew wider as I watched my aunt. The bra had
thick straps, and was embroidered with lace, but was
obviously meant to hold and support my aunts' breasts
firmly. She straightened up, raising my head until my
nose touched the silky fabric. Her hands went above the
cup of the bra, undoing a snap and velcro fastening, then
going down to my nose again, pinching so that my mouth
opened up. A moment later my mouth was impossibly full,
tasting the salty hardness of her nipple and the vibrant
soft breast behind it. My aunt pushed gently, filling
my mouth until I was again breathing through my
nose. I started suc-kling on the nipple and the surrounding
softness, feeling it vibrate with tongue numbing sweetness.
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5
"That's right, baby, use Auntie's husher, you've looked
at them often enough before. Isn't that good, mmmmmmmm?"
I couldn't answer, my mouth was too full, but my aunt
kept on pushing more and more into my mouth, forcing
my lips wider. Before long I felt the nipple on the
roof of my mouth, along with a thin squirting of liquid.
My aunt's nipple trembled, getting larger with more and
more liquid coming out as I nursed. I felt my diaper
getting wet, but was held in my aunts' grip like a
vise, urging me to suc-k her nipple dry. Finally I felt
the breast being withdrawn. A thin bubble of fluid escaped
from the corner of my mouth, and I tried to get up.
"Nooo, oh no no, baby, must stay put." My aunt smiled
down at me, fingers eagerly going to the other cup of
the bra, unfastening the cloth to release the waiting
nipple. "Baby should nurse at least three times a day,
fifteen minutes for each nipple, and I'll be making
sure that you get every minute, Felicia. Mommy has
agreed that while she's away for this new job, you'll
be Aunt Marsha's little girl. Happy Halloween. sweetpants.
"That's a good girl, stand in front of the car and
wait for Auntie to open the door." After making sure that
I'd been thoroughly kissed and filled in Mom
left me in the care of my aunt, telling me to enjoy
my time with her, and to behave, since Marsha knew how
to discipline naughty babies. She would be checking
on the weekends from her new job,and would be seeing
what kind of progress I'd made.
"And make sure you let Aunt Marsha know when you need
changing, especially,if you have poopy-pants.There's
nothing worse than a cranky baby with diaper rash." Mom
had smiled, patting my head while she straightened the
bow, then stepping back to look at me again. "She's
going to be perfect, Marsha. I'll bring back some of
the most adorable dresses you've ever seen, and we can have
a fashion party when I return in a week--you'll be able
to manage until then, won't you?"
My aunt smiled , looking at me, and waving me mom to her
car. "I have plenty of diapers, Patrice, and appropriate
outfits for Felicia at my home." She laughed, pointing
towards her breasts:"and if we're stuck outside, then
at least one of us won't be lacking for food, right?"
Ten minutes after,with two adjustments to my shoe
braces so that I could walk, and I stood outside by
my aunt's car, trying hard to blend in with the night,
hoping that none of my friends would walk by, or God forbid,
some of the neighborhood girls. I heard the click of
the doorlatch, ans saw my aunt coming down the driveway
with her remote opener in her hand. She stopped by the
front door of her car, backlit by the houselights, those
deep brown eyes of hers looking right through me, as if
she knew every thought.
"Get in the back, Felicia, and lay down on the seat."
I obeyed, making sure that I lifted my legs up so that
the brace wouldn't drag against the fabric. I could imagine
what my aunt would do if I ripped her carseat. I
stretched out easily, pushing forward until my head
stopped. I had hit something large and soft, and could
guess from the powder scent and the glimpse of ruffles
that it was a huge, soft down pillow, the type used to
cuddle and support a baby's head in the car.
"Well, now let's make my little niece secure and
comfy, shall we?" Her hands pulled out the seatbelts
from each recessed roll, letting the buckles drop to each side
of me. I felt her fingers going past the edge of my
pinafore, and slip into my panties. "Let's see how
that baba is doing, eh?" She gave me a little smile
as she pulled the straps of the seat belt under me and
over, fastening me mummy-style to the seat. "You can't
stop it, you know. That formula I used will be scouring
your insides like a brush, Felicia; it's only a matter
of ten or twenty minutes, and you'll be filling your
panties with a deposit. Trying to hold it in will only
give you cramps, silly."
She tightened the pacifier gag, then patted me on the
head, putting the diaper bag on the floor of the car.
"Well, go ahead and be stubborn, then--we'll be at the
party in about ten minutes."
My aunt was a fine judge of time, as well as character.
Lying there like a human burrito, I felt the powerful
humm of the engine drone down to a alight purr, and
felt myself shifting in the straps as the car made a turn
off the freeway. A few minutes later, I felt the car
slide to a halt, and my aunt started honking on the horn.
It seemed that almost no time passed at all, before
I heard voices outside of the car, and the doors of
car opening.
"Well, hello, M'aam, and good evening to you," I heard
that deep voice, definitely female, but deep and
Germanic, and almost bit through my pacifier as a huge
halo of blonde hair covering a face out of a vampire
horror magazine came towards me. "Or, perhaps I should
say 'goot eeevveninigg'.
The vampire came even further into the car, looking down
at me, and my shocked face, and clucked and smiled
at me. "Oooohhh, Ute is such a fool, did we scare the
baby? Ooooh, poor little girl." I watched like a sparrow
before some giant cat, noticing her huge breasts straining
against the fabric of her costume as she came closer.
"And who is this cute little one, eh? Where did Ms. Marsha
find you?"
"I found him years ago, taking change from my purse as soon
he was big enough to walk and talk! But things are going
to change for him, now, Ute: I finally was able to get
my sister to see things my way, ans now here he is."
The German girl named Ute, looked down at me again,
this time more speculatively. "Und so this is your
naughty nephew, eh? He's certainly looks as if he's
under his aunt's control now, eh?" She bent a little
closer, her smile getting huge as she saw how I'd been
dressed by my aunt. "And his wardrobe is absolutely
darling, I can see some of Linda's lacework here on
the pinafore, and he's wearing the panties I picked
out of the catalogue for you." I felt her hands going
down to the buckles of the seatbelts, and saw her wrinkle
her nose abit, still smiling."And I think you've fed him
too much, also--some one's made stinky-pants."
My aunt looked back over the backseat of the car,
smiling at the blonde vampire,then at me. "The car
ride must have done it, Ute. The traveling is funny,
it soothes them asleep, but at the same time it also
makes them go. It looks like it's true no matter what
size the baby is; you can change her, I left the diaper
bag right beside her." Aunt Marsha reached down and
pinched my cheek. "You'll find a bonnet for her under
the diapers, it'll cover her up from the night air.
And from now on, refer to him in the feminine tense,
her name is Felicia."
As I watched my aunt walk off, I felt my legs gripped by
a strong pair of hands, and felt the braces on my shoes
taken off. Ute pushed past me, dragging the diaper
bag to her side, then came back and pulled me forward until
my legs were dangling over the end of the seat. I felt
a cold breeze enter the car and crawl up my legs as
Ute pushed the layers of my pinafore up to my waist.
She started to hum and smile as she reached up and pulled
my rubber panties down to my ankles.
"And, now, Felicia, liebchen, let's clean up baby's
stinky pants, ja?" She lifted me up by both legs as
if I were weightless, and slid an absorbent bed pad
under me before letting me down. A few seconds later
I felt myself lifted up again, this time being held
off of the seat while Ute wiped my bottom and front
with some soft cleaning wipes. I saw her take two large
diapers out of the bag, holding the pins in her
mouth. She laid me down, pulling the diapers up and
behind, the larger thickness between my legs.
"My, and your aunt was certainly right about you," she
said, looking down at me exposed to the cold. She
hummed as she squeezed some thick oozing cream from a tube,
spreading it liberally all over me, pulling up one
side of the diaper and pinning it. I coughed as a
cloud of baby powder followed, coating the entire
area. "Mamma wanted a girl, and now we'll give her
one, You belong in diapers and a dress." She pulled
and pinned the remaining side so tightly I thought
I would poop again, but my stomach only rumbled.
She put me on my knees, leaning into me so that my
face was pressed into her cleavage as she pulled up
my panties.
"You are cute, Felicia, and so I will give you bit
of advice." My face was still buried in her front.
"Do you hear me, baby? Push your head up if you do."
I pushed against the pressure of her breasts as best
I could for an answer.
"Good. Your aunt is in charge here, and has told a
few of us what she intended for you. I for one am glad
to see that she has carried it out. You will make a
splendid little girl, Felicia, and we will get along
just fine. All you must do is to act like a perfect
little girl and do as you are told, do you understand?"
I pushed up again, going even deeper into her top.
"Good. I work here for your aunt, and am also a certified
vocational nurse, specializing in rehabilitation. There
are many doctors and nurses here, all of them are women.
You will learn to curtsy and be silent whenever one
of us passes you, and if you are held by anyone, your
response will be to never meet our eyes, unless we
bring your head up. If I hear from your aunt that you
have not eaten, suc-kled or pooped as told, or if you
are stubborn, them you will probably be sent to me.
I guarantee that your punishment will be appropriate
and unpleasant, but it will make you a much better
little girl. Let us hope that it will not be necessary
eh?"
I pushed even farther into her breasts, nodding furiously.
"Good girl." Ute let me back down on the seat. "Now stay
still while I get your stroller ready and take you
up to the party. Welcome to Happy Mounds, liebchen."
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6
It seemed only a matter of moments before Ute returned
and smiled as she pulled me from the car. "Well, now,
you must promise not to wiggle, like a good girl, eh?
She made sure of this by tightening the braces of my
shoes to the point where my ankles almost touched.
"There, now, we ready for the trip to the house. Ute
picked me up, and reached out with her foot to hit a
spring on a large four wheeled contraption, which unfolded
into an adult sized stroller. She lay me down on the
thing, which was deeply padded and raised onthe sides,
so that I wouldn't roll out--it also ensured that I was
like a real baby and couldn't see anywhere but up. I felt
her securely strapping my legs, crotch and arms into
this thing, effectively trapping me in it. Ute looked
down appreciateively, then lifted up my head and placed
a lacy pillow under my head. She also unfastened the
pacifier, and for a moment I was happy, thinking that
I would be able to communicate with someone.
"Open your mouth, Felicia," she said, and seconds later
I felt another large nipple and stopper pressed against
my lips. Ute had strung some sort of rack across the stroller,
then attached a baby bottle with an extended holder so
that I could be fed while in the stroller. "Drink it
all down, Felicia, it will hold you until later." I
couldn't protest, and had to start swallowing as the
thick liquid started to fill my mouth. Ute meanwhile
got behind me and started pushing the stroller up the
driveway towards the main house.
I knew we'd entered the house, because the I was able to feel
the heat and saw the ornate carved beams of the ceiling above me.
The hallway must have been huge, since the only sound I
heard was the creaking and sliding of the stroller
as the thick rubber wheels made their progress down
the hall with Ute pushing. The stroller came to a halt,
and I heard Ute humming as she pulled open a another set
huge wooden doors. I heard the sounds of partying, and
above all other voices, I heard the strong voice of
my aunt.
Ute pushed me towards that voice, then went behind the
stroller, and pushed the brakes on the wheels so that
I wouldn't roll away. Moments later, I smelled the
heady scent of her perfume, and saw my aunt gazing down at
me, her huge brown eyes full of satisfaction, beautiful
face framed by that crown of jet black hair. She had
changed into a low-cut black dress, with trailing
fringes of gauze like spiderwebs. The dress was fastened
like a sarong, and crossed her breasts like a midnight
caress, with a single sapphire at her shoulder. She
looked like an incredibly beautiful witch. She motioned
to Ute, and I felt the straps being loosened, then I
was lifted out of the stroller and carried over to my aunt.
Ute walked over to the huge chair my aunt was sitting
on, and placed my bound legs on its edge, curling me
like a package so that most of me ended up seated snugly
against my aunt, except for my head, which Aunt Marsha grabbed
and placed against her costume, just below her bustline.
While I was being positioned like a newborn, I managed
to look quickly around the huge room. It was festooned
with Halloween decorations, with comfortable overstuffed
couches and chairs occupied by incredibly beautiful
women, and their charges, all of whom looked to be
dressed like infants, and clearly under female control.
"Yes, Felicia, that is the way of it, here. Happy Mounds
produces a unique product: we take obnoxious, snotty
young men, and turn them into precious little girls."
I felt her hand delving through the layers of cloth and diapers,
then grabbing me. "When the party is over, I think I'll
have Ute tie a pretty pink constriction band on this,
and knot it with a security bow so it won't come off.
It'll make you feel more girlish when you wet and we
change your tinkle-pants." My aunt smiled, as if the
ribbon was already in place, then looked at her wristwatch.
The next thing I knew, she'd reached over and unfastened
the brooch of her dress, exposing a black maternity
bra. Propping my head in the crook of her elbow, she
undid the velcro fastener, then grabbed my nose as her
nipple appeared, a tiny drop of fluid already at its
tip.
"Open, open very wide,Felicia."
My aunt released my nose, as she plunged her nipple into
my mouth, where it vibrated and elongated almost with
a life of its own, the nipple throbbing on the roof of my
mouth, the milk droplets becoming a stream.
"That's my good girl,gooood girrrl, make it all come
out." I closed my eyes, still thinking this must be
a dream, as Marsha used her hands to massage my cheeks
into a suc-king rhythym which suited her. I suc-ked and swallowed,
wondering what else could happen tonight, and almost
choked on a giggle when I thought of Ute's name for
this place: Happy Mounds.
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7
My aunt walked around me, poking at me through the new
dress I was wearing, making sounds of approval. She stood
in the front, looking down at me, strapped tightly into
this modified high-chair, my arms contained at my sides
by soft Velcro cuffs.
"Well, Ute, you have certainly worked wonders with her
in a few hours; why I would swear that this was a
naughty teenage girl who'd been put into diapers as a
punishment, instead of my pain in the rear nephew."
I was strapped into a high-chair, but I knew that what
my aunt and her friend saw wasn't anything even close
to a teenage boy anymore. I'd been put into a beautiful
new dress, high collared and long enough to completely
cover my legs. It was a light cornflower blue, with
thick pink piping as a hem and at all openings, with
piles of frothy white lace attached. My hands, even though
strapped to my sides, had been cleaned with a coarse
brush until my skin shone pink and shiny, and my fingernails
bore a thick coating of bright pink nail polish. Ute had
also done my toes, laughing at my wiggling as she
waited for them to dry before putting my feet into
pink and blue anklets and a pair of black strap Mary
Jane shoes with loops in the back for the pedi-brace.
"Oh, and look at the baby blushing--why it sets off
her eyes and the lovely lengthening you performed on
her lashes!" My aunt placed a short kiss on my forehead
as she held my face between her hands, her pinky
gently tapping the teardrop pearls which had been put
in my newly pierced ears. My long hair felt twice as
thick as before, permed as it was into a mass of
auburn curls and held in place with numerous barrettes
and ribbons. "And you should get used to being pretty
and blushing, Felicia, for that is what little girls
do best--your hair may change, later, when it gets
even longer and I have some time to experiment with
some old fashioned styles I want to try with you, but
from this point onward, you will be properly curled
and perfumed while in your little outfits."
My aunt put her hand under my dress, checking my panties
and diapers, and smiled. "And Ute tells me that after
this morning with her, you resemble a girl even more
when you're being changed."
My face got even redder, and I tried to protest, but
my aunt only smiled more as the pacifier fastened in
my mouth prevented anything but gurglings from coming
out.
I had been rudely awakened by being picked up and strapped
into the cold plastic of a stroller by Ute earlier that
morning. I'd seen her vague outline in the dim light as
she rolled me out of my aunt's bedroom, and she'd started
whistling cheerfully as we went down the corridor.
The next thing I knew, I was in a brightly lit hospital
room, being carried by Ute towards an ominous looking
table which was a dark pink and had red rubber straps
and syringes hanging from a large bladder bag. Ute
placed me on the metal table, stripping off my blankets,
pinafore, and thick nighttime rubber panties until I
was naked except for my diaper.
"Now, let's get you into the pinkboard, and cleaned out
like a proper young lady." She'd lifted my legs high up,
almost to my head, and shoved a plastic plank under my back.
I tried to see what she was doing, but was quickly
placed back down and had soft padded straps fasten
my neck and chest in place to the board. I heard Ute
putting on a pair of latex gloves, and then felt my
legs being raised on blocks into the air, being pushed
farther apart as they went higher. "Aahh, here we go,
liebchin, we will start with a soft tip and lots of
soapy water, ja? Ute will have you clean and pretty
on the outside and the inside for your auntie, one
pretty little package!" I squirmed but was held in place as
Ute pushed past my diaper and slowly pressed something
wide and long past my cheeks and up into my anal area.
She smiled and continued feeding it past my cheeks. When
she stopped, she tapped her foot on a floor pedal, and
I felt the tip expand deep inside of me, along with
the first gush of warm water and soap. The water was
collecting inside of me, but I couldn't expel it, and the
the pressure started to grow.
"And while we are at it, Ute will see if I cannot make
another adjustment, which we talked about last night,eh?"
She laughed, and unpinned my diapers, exposing me on
the table. She held up a harness and buckle type thing
about the size of my hand, made out of flesh colored
rubber, showing me how it unbuckled and spread out
like a lobster. Bending over me, she grabbed my private
parts in one hand, easing two of her fingers under my
scrotum and pushing gently so that my testicles went
inside and up. I then felt her grasp my pen-is and pull
the rubber cage over it, placing two pads of rubber under
my balls, and quickly buckling the harness shut over
my pen-is. She pulled the harness down between my legs,
pulling a rubber lead under my crotch and lodging on
the inside of my anus next to the colonic tube. She held
up a two inch surgical joiner with a pink bow on top.
Pinching two folds of flesh together just above the
harness, she pushed the hooks of the joiner into the
harness, fastening the two folds of flesh in a V to
the harness and tweaking the bow.
"This is permanent for you, Felicia, and would take
a doctor to remove--it will ensure that you will pee
like a proper girl. I will lock the harness in the rear
with a belly band after we are through cleaning your
insides. By the time I am done, you will be such a
darling that you will hardly recognize yourself!"
And Ute had been right, apparently. Still woozy and
red faced, I watched as my Aunt Marsha and Ute discussed
my changes, both inside and out, and wondered what
else could possibly happen here at Happy Mounds.
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8
Two more of my aunt's employees came through the door, and walked up to her
side, talking business, they paid as little attention to me as they would
to any other baby, though they both acknowledged Ute
and greeted her warmly. There was some discussion of bills
and receipts, and then my aunt was satisfied. She pulled on
my harness a little bit, forcing me up and exposing
me to the others, as the blanket fell back. I tried to turn
head, thoroughly humiliated by the restrictions of diapers
and my dress, not to mention the picture my new girlish
hairstyle and additions made.
One of the women came closer, and pushed her hand under my chin,
looking at me closely, with a knowing smile. "So, Madame,
is this your new little charge? Why what a cute little
thing she is! Still holding my chin, she drew closer
and fluffed the curls of my hair, admiring my earrings
and the lacy collar and ribbons. "But she is a naughty
little girl, too, isn't she?", the woman said laughingly, pointing
to my legs and the rumbas which were clearly filled
out and visible beneath my dress.
My aunt laughed, pulling me back so that my head rested
on her bust, my legs raised up slightly giving her
friend a better view. "Yes, Felicia is a naughty little
thing, but with a schedule of 24/7 in diapers, and the
Happy Mounds training program, she will be a proper
little princess in no time!"
She waved the two women out of the room, keeping my
head in place as Ute wheeled up her PC and raised the
keyboard. She also handed my aunt a large vinyl baby
bib, and some round pads which smelled of lanolin and
lilacs. Humming, my aunt used her voice control to dial
in the program she wanted on the PC while she tied the
bib around my neck, and pushed the front of her dress
down, exposing her turgid breasts in the nursing bra.
She undid the snap on the left cup, and rubbed the pad
around her nipple area until it was erect and shiny, then
grabbed my nose gently so that my mouth opened--"wider,
Felicia, that's a good girl--time for umm-umms!! She
buried my face in her breast,still holding my nose until
her nipple filled my mouth, and her milk started to flow
down my throat. Her hand squeezed my cheeks again so
that I suc-kled to the rhythm she wanted. I could hear
her sigh with satisfaction as her throbbing nipple disgorged
its contents.
She pulled my head back, hand on my nose again as
she readied me for the other nipple,pausing to look
at Ute standing ready. "After I've fed her, I want you
to bring her to Lucinda."
I was too busy swallowing and trying to breathe to catch
anything but the name, as my aunt massaged her
breast--it was her right, and the largest of the two,
and I knew from experience that it held more. I also
felt extremely wet, and hadn't been aware of it. Whatever
Ute had done to me down there had decreased what control
I had left, and permanently changed the way it came out!
Instead of the familiar intense stream, the wetness
and warmth now spread from the center of my closed thighs and
down into the crease of my butt, wetting an entire new
area.
My aunts' hand left my cheeks, and her nipple gradually
softened and ceased its surge and squirt. Smiling down
at me, she wiped her breasts clean with the pad,
then did the same to my face and lips.
"There we go, Felicia,"she said, smiling. "No chafing
for Auntie, and a clean face for baby." Still smiling,
she made me open my mouth again, fastening the pacifier
gag in place. She noticed that I was wiggling and the
look of discomfort I must have had, because her hands went
under my dress and lifted the elastic leg band of my panties.
"And, Ute, be a dear and bring me another diaper, will
you please? Felicia needs pippy-pins again." My aunts'
smile grew even larger as she pulled the panties down
and started unpinning me. "We wouldn't want to send
Lucinda a wet baby as an introduction, now would we?
After all, she will be your governess and teacher, and
first impressions are very, very important!"
Ute took me and in her strong arms squeezed me and smiled.
"And now we will be going to another room where my
little liebchin will have a surprise!--she wiped the
remains of milk from my face, then took a small
cartridge of dark pink lipstick, and extended the
tip towards me.
"Pucker those little bow shaped pretties for me, Felicia!"
I obeyed quickly, pushing my mouth into the shape she wanted
and staying still. I did not move, as I had felt Ute's
firm hand on my delicate rear more than once, and had
no desire to anger her. I felt the thick and sweet
paste coating my lips, staying still even when Ute pinched
my mouth to make the lips bow even further, so that
she could apply more of the sweet pink coloring.
Finally she was through, letting my head back down on her
breasts, as she looked into my eyes, smiling.
"Ja, you are your Aunt's pretty little thing, Ja!--and
this is a new formula we are using especially for our
babies: it lasts much longer than any other lipstick,
and will stand up to baby's lickings and feedings!"
She put me on my feet, and I felt the air rustling
about underneath the bulk of my starched
dress and pinafores, and the layered crinolines and
petticoats I was wearing. I couldn't see down that far, however,
as my neck was encased in thick ruffles and lace of
the dress's collar and brocades of the pinafore. I could
only glance sideways, past the plaited braids and ribbons
of my hair, to see my arms trapped in the lovely ruffled
sleeves, with tight elastic at the end, and thick
pink mittens dangling from bow tied straps.
Ute marched me in front of a mirror in the hall, and
I almost choked seeing my reflection--there was a ringleted
little girl looking back at me, with beautifully coiffed
hair, lots of ribbons, and a short , extremely pretty
yellow and blue pinafored dress peering back at me. The
girls face was made up lightly, except for the thick
pink lips, which twisted in dismay as they observed
the MaryJane shoes and frilly topped anklets socks,
set off by the bulky roundness of a pair of
sparkling white rumbas well padded with diapers!
I saw the huge form of Ute approach from behind,then
had my head pulled back and turned to the side.
Hmmmmm--Ja, they are well healed and open--"-with my
head turned, I felt Ute take my right ear and push
something through the hole. I had been pierced by
her in both earlobes at my Aunts' request. "JA, ja, very
very pretty!!!"--my head was turned in the other direction,
and the process was repeated. Still holding me by my
head, Ute pushed up my chin, and tilting my head back,
took the stopper from a crystal bottle of perfume,
rubbing the stopper under my chin, on each cheek, and then
behind each earlobe. "Ja, Ja--there we are, my sweet
little Liebchin!!--now you are ready to for your
surprise!" Giving a satisfied little chuckle, she pinched
my nose, making me open my mouth. She smiled and placed
my pacifier back in my mouth, tightly securing the
the colored bands in the back of my head so that I
was only able to gurgle and breathe, but not talk.
I was picked up in her arms again, and tried to close my
eyes to hide my embarassment as she placed me down in
the confines of a huge, padded baby carriage. I watched
her hands move deftly about, fastening me first with
the harness, pushing my arms and the cloth of the dress
through the armholes, then pulling the lower straps between
my legs and up, buckling them to the chest crossing
and zipping each side to the carriage wall stays in its
turn. A frilly pink pram blanket was pulled over this
and tucked under my chin, so that I was effectively
immobilized, and could move neither arm nor leg, but
could only lay there at the mercy of those above me,
pretty, silenced, and at the moment, dry.
"And now we are ready, Felicia--hang on for the ride
Liebchin!" I heard Ute laughing as the the carriage
moved forward, watching her breasts jiggle and move as
she pushed me down the hall.
It was only a few minutes, I am sure, but it seemed like
ages to me, when the carriage gently rolled to a stop.
Ute moved away from the front handle, and I stared
upwards at the doorway where we had paused.
The top of the entryway was of carved thick wood, which had been
painted a beautiful shade of blue, with white and
pink hued c-umulus clouds in the midst. Across the
sky, as if in an announcement, in large yellow, upper
case letters was carved : LADY LINDA'S NURSERY--BEAUTIFUL
BABY GIRLS TAUGHT HERE.
I heard the approach of two sets of high heels
approaching, that of Ute's firm step, and another,
lighter, beside her.
"And here she is, Sister---I am sure that you will
do your best with her and make our Madame happy!" I
saw Ute smiling, and deferential, which was in itself
unusual. I knew that here at Happy Mounds, there were
few women who equaled her, and none with whom she
deferred, save my Aunt.
A voice like liquid diamonds answered her, chilling me
with its timbre and beauty. "Mai Oui, Ute, --I will
take our little chic and mold her perfectly, No?"-a
slim hand, with white skinned, elegant fingers,and long
highly buffed nails crept past the bindings of the
carriage and under the pram blanket, until it reached
the fabric of my rumbas, and then past the elastic
to check inside. This new lady's hand probed about,
resting between my legs on my newly trussed and clipped
mound and its small package within. A little giggle
reached my ears.--"Ahhhh--and I see that our "fille"
has already started her training, eh? But I shall take
her now, Sister. She is restless and needs her pants
changed!"
I felt the carriage moving again, the hood pulled down so
I could not see anyting, but could smell perfume and
hear an old French babies tune being hummed.
I managed to look up from the confines of the carriage after I
I was wheeled inside and my new "teacher" had stopped her singing.
I was slightly discomforted when she stopped, as she had a
delicious French accent, and her tones towards me was
not snippy at all, but caring and soft---then I thought, again, and knew
why: that was exactly the tone any woman would use when
dealing with a baby. I struggled in the traces of the
carriage, but was securely fastened; Ute did not make
mistakes when it came to keeping her little charges in place.
"Well, well, let us see how my "bon enfant le femme" is doing
eh? We have wet pants, do we not?" I turned red as a beet
at I saw a cascade of the thickest, most beautiful black hair
I had ever seen, with a face that was pale and delicate, but
with bright green eyes which sparkled with strength and
amusement. Her small hand pushed past the trace and the
cloth of my dress, until she reached the lacy ruffle of
my plastic panties, feeling the soaked diaper within.
"Oui, you are well past the damp stage, 'ma petit',
but we will take care of that and then get better
acquainted, 'non'?"
Suiting actions for words, she pushed the carriage within,
stopping beside an old fashioned desk of black walnut, which
I could see from the carriage. Scattered about its bottom
were four low baby cribs, the pads angled so that their
occupants would always be facing up at whoever was
sitting behind the desk. I could smell lavender and
rose water, and over all others, the scent of fresh
baby powder. Almost out of range, I spied another closet,
this one obviously a wardrobe, with large racks of
baby clothes and huge piles of stacked diapers and
other nursery items. I noticed that each crib was also
equipped with the soft cloth restraints and harnesses
I was never without in my waking hours. As my new
teacher probed about in my panties, humming softly, I
turned beet red, getting a full view of her for the
first time; she could not have been much more than
nineteen or twenty, with the freshness of youth and
promise of future growth. She smiled as she caught me
looking at her breasts.
"Ahh-so, I see what makes you happy, 'ma petit', eh?
She lifted up one of her breasts, exposing white lace against
the pink flesh. "Certainly--it is to be expected, and
your training will make you eager to suc-kle!" She laughed
softly, looking down on me, tapping the pacifier in my mouth
gently. "But, the times of your feedings will be determined
by me, and your Auntie. But do not worry, for we shall
see that 'le bebe' gets more more nipples than she can
handle, non? Now let us unfasten you and get you into
your crib so that I may get you settled in, eh?"
I felt her fingers going to the side buckles, taking out the
metal fasteners, and undoing the sides. Once they were
free, she bent over me, her hair brushing against my
face as she unzipped the the crotch and shoulder loops,
pushing them aside as she hummed softly. As she stepped back,
I could hear her bending over to unlatch the bottom of
the carriage, so that it unhinged in the front like
a platform and went to the floor. She rose up and had
a thick leash in her hands, the front metal loop open.
She was obviously going tosnap that on me in front, using
it as lead to make me crawl along with her. I raised
my head up, smiling and cooing, and saw that we were
alone. If I were ever going to make it out of this place
then this would probably be the best chance.
I pushed up and out, gathering what strength I had in
my arms and legs, thrusting myself out of the carriage
and onto the floor, rolling about and trying to get to my
feet. I was hindered by the confining dress and petticoats,
and my legs were too widely spread by the layers of clothing
to effectively rise up--there is a good reason why babies
learn to walk on their own so slowly--diapers and rubber
pants make it impossible to jump and rise quickly. It
seemed that I had no sooner hit the floor, when I felt a
a firm hand grip my neck, and pinch a nerve that made
me howl past my pacifier in pain.
"So, ma petit, that is the way of it, eh? You are not as much
a 'le bebe femme' as we thought, eh?" Smiling down at
me, Lady Linda let up the pressure from my neck, taking
the leash and snapping it securely to my front harness,
then rolling me over easily and securing both of my
hands behind me with a soft, wide binder of pink leather
with Velcro tabs. The restraint was even more embarrassing
as it had several large bells sewn on it, which tinkled
merrily as I was lifted to my knees by petite captor.
"It might interest you to know that I have been trained
in aikido and ju-jitsu since I myself was a little one!
There is no way that you would have left me, my precious
little bundle!" She laughed loudly, looking down at me
on my knees before her. "This was just a little test,
'ma petit', to see how far your training has taken---not
nearly enough, apparently, but we shall remedy that, shall
we not?" She tugged on the leash, forcing me to follow her
in a crawl until we reached the cribs before the huge
desk--the desk which must have been hers, and I knew that
one of the cribs would be mine.
She stepped up and undid the the slide, making the crib
open--then to may amazement, she picked me up with little
effort, scooping me into her arms and depositing me on
the soft matress. She reached over me and fastened
my leash to the restraints, then put another loop about
my legs, immobilizing me. "Do not fear, little flower,
I am merely going to get you a cleaned up--stay right there!"
I watched her turn and walk over to the closet, bending
over gracefully as she hummed and picked out the items
she wanted. She returned with her hands full, and putting
her items down on small table by the crib, pushed up
my dress and pulled down the pants until they reached my
ankles. Her green eyes gleamed, as she unpinned me,
smiling as she folded the soggy cloth, and looked down
at Utes' handiwork. She smiled, lifting up my legs
and putting the babywipes to good use. "hmmmm-very good,
'certainmon', you are already half a girl physically"
I inhaled a cloud of baby powder as she slid the soft
cloth under me, then had my legs lifted again, as she
took a thick disposable and added it to the cloth, pinning
me on both sides and smiling. "I am a litle more modern
than most of the others here, 'ma petit', and utilize
the disposables as well--it keeps my little ones drier,
gives us more classroom time to learn, non?" Still smiling,
she pulled the panties back up and over, giving me a little
pat on the rear when she let me back down.
She pulled out the pacifier from my mouth, replacing it
alomost instantly with a large bottle of formula, which
she held in place with and put into a cloth loop which was hanging
above me. "Drink it all, Felicia," she said, and her
look told me that I had better obey. I started suc-king
and watched her as she pushed the crib side back up and
picked up the phone. Her hair framed her pale face,
and smiled, I was struck by her beauty and a sense
of encroaching peace.
"Hello, Ute? I was correct. She will need to be taken
back to the beginning. I have her here in harness, and
willbe waiting for you." Her little nose wrinkled as
listened on the phone, concentrating. "Non, it will not
not interfere with the Mistress' feedings--I would
recommend total cocooning and tactile input for at least
a two week period." She looked down at me and smiled
again, holding the phone. "Non--this one will be a proper
little filly when we are through--I do not accept failure
with any of my charges, and this one is special for the Mistress,
non?"
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9
I heard the phone put back into the cradle, and lay there wondering
what Lady Linda had meant. My view being confined to the inside of the crib, and fastened in place, I could only wait, listening to my lovely captor humming as she moved about.
Moments later I heard the sound of two pairs of heels echoing on the thick floor, and recognized Ute's and my Aunts' steps. Ute was the first inside, and I could hear her laughter as she waited, probably holding open the door as my Aunt came in with her. I smelled the lavender and lilac of my Aunt's perfume before her face looked down on me, with an amused grin. Her hand reached inside of the crib, pushing past the restraints and under my dress, then pinching me through my panties so that I winced.
"So, my little Felicia, you are still up to your antics, eh?" Her hair cascaded about her shoulders and around her head as she bent down and laughed. "Well, I suspected as much when I sent you here this morning, but thought that perhaps you would know enough by now to behave like a good girl!"
"Oh, Madame, never fear, she will be a good girl, when I am through with her, she will not be able to be anything less than what you expect!" Lady Linda stood beside her now, and I could smell her also, like freshly milled soap with a trace of mild scent. I had never noticed this distinction before, and wondered at what potion had been put in the formula I was drinking. "You see how her little nose is working even as she suc-ks on the bottle? The medicines will be working wonders on her." She turned to Ute, who had joined them, looking down on me. "Ute, Darling, are you sure that she has been thoroughly purged?"
Ute smiled, looking at me and then turning to a table where she had placed a large box. "Ja, she is as clean as a whistle, Linda, inside, if not outside anymore! I pinkboarded her this morning, and her little tummy was well soaped and full, twice!" Ute put her hand on my still tender stomach, and rubbed it, grinning as she watched me empty the bottle. "And she is going to receive a few more surprises this day, eh?" I tried to turn away as I heard her, but could not, and shut my eyes, but listened.
"Oui, my Sister, that is for certain." Linda leaned further towards me, and piched my cheek, forcing my eyes open."But before we procede,I will give my little charge here a 'punish lesson' for trying to get away and taking advantage of me." I started and twisted, but was held perfectly by the restraints, listening as Lady Linda went away from the crib. I heard the crackle and snap of latex gloves, and then the louder snap and adjustment of buckles. "Lift her up, Ute and bring her to me, I am ready now."
I felt the restraints being unfastened, and then Utes' hands gripped me and lifted me up, cradling me easily in her arms. As she walked with me across the room, I could see Lady Linda seated in a large overstuffed chair, with a folded cushion on her lap, and a huge, evil looking covering of shiny black rubber on her right hand. Ute looked over and pointed at my mouth with a grin. "Do you wish to hear her crying?"
Linda shook her dainty little head, her thick hair thrown back over her shoulders. "Non. Gag the naughty little thing."
Ute laughed and moments later I felt myself placed face down over Lady Lindas' lap, my legs fastened together with a soft strap, then I was lifted up slightly as my panties and diapers were pulled down to my ankles, and my petticoats and dress rucked above and tucked into my waist ribbon. Utes' strong hands then took my head and lifted it, tilting me back. I could see my Aunt seated beside me, smiling, eyes amused. "Open, Felicia," Ute said, and as I obeyed, the large rubber nipple and the backing plate of the pacifier were fastened in my mouth, so tightly that I couldn't make a sound except for a whimper. I felt one of Lindas' hands go between my legs and settle in my crotch, her latex coated fingers spreading over and into the false mons and my inverted private area.
"Zis is called by me 'the tingler', Felicia," Linda said, as I looked down at the floor, feeling her fingers probing deeper and her breathing getting heavier. "It is used by me exclusively on my little charges when they are naughty! And you have been a naughty girl, have you not?" Without warning, I felt a stinging smack upon my bottom, with the stinging amplified--it felt as if there were tiny paddles spreading and hitting me all at once for a combined effect and impact. I tried to yell, but could not, my tongue muffled by the rubber nipple, and tears came to my eyes as she continued hitting each cheek, back and forth, as she laughed and counted in sing-song French. My bottom seemed on fire, and as I cried in muffled silence, I noticed also that there was a warmth spreading through me with each whack of her evil rubber device.
The fingers of Linda's other hand clasped the flesh of my private area, rubbing and probing in time with my 'punish lesson', and I felt the warmth spreading past my burning bottom and throughout my hips and inner legs, until I knew that I was leaking into her gloved hands. Lady Linda giggled, finishing up with a final smack to the burning flesh of my bottom, then smiling at my Aunt. "It seems that this little one responds well to the 'tingler', Madame! There is hope for her yet, non? And she will not have to be milked now before her cocooning!"
My Aunt came over, smiling thinly, and picked me up from Linda's lap, pulling my diapers and panties back up, but removing all of my other clothes, so that I was completely bare above, and my large nipples hardened and peaked in the open air. She untied the pacifier from behind, then pushed aside her dress, and opened the clasp on her bra cup. "Well, she may not need milking, but I certainly do!, "she said, and laughed lightly as she pushed my mouth open and down onto her turgid nipple. "suc-k, Sweetie, " she said to me, and pushed my mouth gently until my lips moved in the rhythym she wanted. "Is the suit ready for her?"
Lady Linda and Ute both smiled in reply, pointing to the box on the table. "Oui. All is ready for her---she only needs to be shaved and medicated, and then I can begin."
As my mouth filled and my Aunt pressed my face further into her breast, I shivered and wondered what they wanted to do to me next.
Ute smiled, looking over at the large package on the table."Ja, her suit is ready, and I am sure that we will love the results we will get!" She came over to me, and ruffled the thick sausage curls she'd put in my hair. "But it will certainly be a shame to see all of my hard work disappear."
Linda laughed, coming over and adding a kiss on my forehead. "Oui, but do not worry, Sister Dear--with the vitamins and nutrients I have worked out for her, she will be better than ever afterwards."
My Aunt smiled, taking me and pushing me forward to the other two women, while refastening her bra and pulling her dress back in place. "Well, I am like any Mommie, and I hate to see all of my little precious' budding personality changed so quickly!" Turning, she raised a large pair of pink handled barber shears in her hands. "Let's get this over with."
I struggled at the sight, trying desperately to get away, but it was useless. My two keepers held me like a vise, and as my eyes widened in fear, I felt my diaper flooding.
"Oh-mi-god," laughed Ute and Linda at once, as my Aunt approached us with the shears, "she thinks that you are going to cut her little thing off!"
My Aunt laughed with them, coming up beside me and kissing me again. "No, Felicia, even I am not that savage--although in a few years it may be something you want to consider--with the proper anesthetics, of course!" Still smiling, she gently took my head and positioned it to the side as Ute and Linda held me, then I felt her take a huge hank of my hair, and heard the SNIP SNIP of the barber shears as they did their work. It was only a matter of minutes before I felt the air, now cold, around my newly shorn head. Tears sprang to my eyes, and my Aunt grabbed me and pushed my face deep into her cleavage, keeping me there.
"All right, Linda, "my Aunt said, "finish this up."
I heard a click and then the metallic buzzing, like bees, though I couldn't see anything. Then my head was drawn to the side again, and I felt the vibrations and cold edge of the electric shaver taking my hairline down to the skin. This didn't take but a minute, and then I was carried by my Aunt over to the large changing table, where Linda pulled down my panties and changed me. The diaper she put me in felt very thick and soft, and I was drenched by her with baby powder as she pulled the panties back up my legs. Linda then took my legs and bound them at ankles and thighs with pink cloth straps, lined with fleece. I felt each of my arms taken by her in turn, and cuffs made of the same material were put on them, then linked with the legs, effectively immobilizing me. She turned and singing a soft song under her breath, looked over to Ute.
"All right, Sister--bring our lovely little mummy her new suit. please."
I watched as Ute carried what looked to be a armload of pink vibrating gelatin with weird looking buckles and openings. Linda lifted me up, and then Ute took the bundle and slid it under me, smoothing it out. Linda lowered me into the thing, and even trussed as I was, I felt like I was resting on a cloud, weightless. Linda reached under my buns, and lifting the elastic of my panties, shoved her hand into my diaper, and then quickly inserted something in my rear, giving it a little pinch as her hand exited. "There. that will take care of her temperature monitoring, and also tell us when she is wet."
Her hands then moved upwards, and I felt her attach a soft padded clamp of some sort above my breastbone and on each nipple. She pulled on them, securing them, then pulled some plastic tubing from each one into receptacles inside of the suit. I felt myself redden, as my nipples rose and hardened. "These will tell us her heart rate,and if she gets too excited over something and needs attention."
Still feeling the vibrations from the nipples, I saw her come towards me with a broad and thick pink band. Two sided, it had a large, soft nipple on one, and a flexible opening and straps on the other. My eyes widened as Ute reached behind me, taking out my regular pacifier as the huge nipple of this other device approached my lips. "Open wide, Felicia," Linda said, smiling down at me. Not satisfied with my efforts, she took one hand and pinched my nose, then pushed the new, larger nipple into my mouth, filling it and pushing down on my tongue so that all I could do was gurgle. "There's a good girl," she said, pulling the fastening straps and securing them tightly behind my shorn head. "This feeder gag will take care of her appetite, and has two openings:one for formula, and another for pureed cereals and solid medicines."
suc-kling reflexively on this new device, I saw Linda come towards my face one more time, this time holding what looked to be an oversized pair of pink goggles trimmed with lace. They also had two long cords, one on each side, terminating in a soft, gumdrop shaped plug. Linda placed this device upon me, and I couldn't see anything, then a picture of white lambs on a pink hilly background appeared, like a screen. I felt her pushing something into my left ear as I lay down. "And this will ensure that she hears and sees exactly what we wish--Infant-O-Vision, if you will!" As I continued to suc-kle, the last of my regular world disappeared, along with my three teachers.
"And so, Voila!" Linda smiled at her two sisters, pointing to the perfectly secured and newly shorn charge. "All of her senses, tactile, taste, smell and hearing, can be adjusted together or separately, as we desire. She will be changed, fed, and cuddled by all of us, and will receive all the inprinting of a newborn, until we are ready for her. And then--then, our little poupee will emerge as a beautifully trained, albeit large, toddler girl, ready and eager to join our family! And I have given her a first picture and sound show to play and calm her, for she will spend at least a month and a half in there." Joining her two Sisters, Lady Linda adjusted the volume level on a console, so that throughout her nursery a simple calliope tune echoed.
"Cute little Girls love ribbons and curls,
"and Dresses picked out by their Aunties,
"and to help behave right, and stay dry day and night,
"they wear diapers and waterproof panties."
THE END
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WOW!!! Thank you for a wonderful story. A sequel would take me - and Felicia - over the top.
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SissyCat/Felicia:
You have to do a sequel. You can't leave us hanging, not knowing what happens during or after the cocooning of Felicia. :D
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Unfortunately it is not my story it was written by Felicia a long time ago and not me I am only providing my archived copy of the story(with Betty's permission). But Felicia wrote other stories when I have found them I will upload them.
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8) Well done for reposting baby Kevin?? :P
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Just so thrilling to read! Thanks for reposting
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More of this (these) "Bring It On" !!!
Delightful !
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Thank you for this delightful repost. Nice to see that the writer is using the old fashioned cloth nappies and stretchy rubber knickers, they allow you to make them as thick as you like and make babyfication more humiliating with their legs spread wide. Look forward to the next chapters.