Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Sissy Story Archives (older stories) => Recent Inactive Sissy Stories => Topic started by: DaraJaney on August 29, 2019, 11:22:01 AM
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“So are you happy now that you teased your little sister about her wearing training pants?” Todd’s mother asked him. Todd studied the carpet and sighed heavily. He was pinned into a thick cloth nappy and was wearing nothing else except for elasticated plastic pants and a pair of padded fingerless mittens to ensure that he couldn’t take his nappy off.
“Well you will be sorry after a few days in nappies!” she told him. Todd looked up in shock! Days!? Before he could say anything in protest, his mother stepped forward and pushed a large soother into his mouth. “Now you’d better do as I say or you’ll be in a nappy even longer.”
That shut him up and convinced him it would not be a good idea to spit out the soother as he was about to do. His mother had a record of delivering on her threats.
“And I heard that you told her that I should get out her old baby dresses!” Todd looked down ashamedly. It was true, he had said that.
His mother reached into a bag and pulled out a pink Shirley Temple costume. Todd’s eyes widened in concern. She threw the dress over his head. “Nnnngggghhhh!” he protested through the soother. But he knew from bitter experience not to resist his mother in one of her determined moods.
She pushed his arms into the puffed sleeves, pulled the dress down over him and zipped it up at the back. The skirts stood out at an angle. He reached under the hem with his mittened hands, pushed it up to reveal layers of poufy petticoats underneath.
His mother steered him over in front of a mirror. He looked at his reflection in the pink dress, suc-king on the soother. The dress only just covered his nappy.
“Now I think Lucy’s old play pen is still in the spare room”, his mother mumbled. Todd whimpered at the suggestion but she went off to retrieve it. She left him staring at his own reflection, desperately wanting to spit out the soother and take off the stupid dress. He wouldn’t be able to unzip the dress anyway with the mittens and he recalled that his last bout of resistance to his mother’s punishment resulted in an extension of his grounding.
He looked on helplessly as she came in with the play pen and set it up in the middle of the sitting room. She opened the side door and motioned him to go in. He stomped into the play pen and she closed the door. “Sit down”, she ordered. He did as he was told. “Now play with the rattles and balls that are built into the side bars there.” Todd winced but he batted a plastic ball and it rattled.
“Lucy!” his mother called out. “Come on down.” Todd cringed as he heard his four-year-old sister coming down the stairs. She trotted into the sitting room and stopped dead when she saw her fourteen-year-old brother in the play pen wearing a pink dress and suc-king on a soother.
“Todd, lift up your dress and show Lucy”, his mother instructed. Todd reached under his petticoats and revealed his nappy to his little sister. Lucy burst out laughing. “Todd would like to apologise, except that he can’t talk with his soother in his mouth, isn’t that right?” Todd nodded his head contritely.
“Poor Baby Todd can’t use his fingers Lucy, would you find some baby toys that he will be able to play with?” Lucy ran off eagerly to the spare room and returned after a minute with some rattles and large letter blocks. She dumped them into the play pen.
“Very good! Now play with that pink rattle”, his mother instructed. Todd tried to push a mitten into the large ring at the end of the rattle but it was difficult with both hands disabled. “Go on - you can do it”, his mother mocked.
He eventually got his hand through and lifted up the rattle and shook it. “Hurray!” his mother teased and Lucy echoed her. “Now you make sure your baby brother plays with his toys while I prepare his bottle.” Todd winced again.
“Why don’t you see if he can spell words with the letter blocks? Just three letter words. We don’t want to make it too hard for Baby do we?”
Lucy took on the task eagerly. “Spell DOG”, she order her big baby brother. Todd reached for one of the letter blocks to see if it had any of the required letters. It tinkled as he turned it.
Satisfied, his mother went off to the kitchen. She continued to hear different tones of tinkle as Todd checked all the different letter blocks. Then it went silent for a few moments. His mother peered around the door. “I don’t hear playing!” Todd was sitting over the word “DOG”. His mother was clearly not going to let up. He picked up the rattle and shook it. “That’s better!” Todd winced as it was clear he was going to have to keep playing with these baby toys all morning.
After a few minutes his mother came from the kitchen with a baby bottle of milk. Todd was mortified at the idea of being bottle fed by her in front of his little sister. “Lucy, would you like to feed your big baby brother?” Todd cringed. Lucy jumped up and down “Yes! Yes! Yes!
Todd had to kneel at the side of his play pen while his little sister held up the bottle and he suc-ked on the teat to make tiny little jets of warm milk squirt into his mouth.
After a couple of minutes nursing the bottle his mother suggested Lucy give him a rest. “Baby may want to burp!” Todd glared at her but was taken by surprise himself when a large burp emerged. “OK!” his mother announced and Lucy pushed the teat back into his mouth and he continued suc-king.
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I wonder if mommy added anything to his baba that might make him have an accident in his nappy. ( hee hee)
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DaraJaney,
This is an excellent beginning. I'm looking forward to the next and all following parts.
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Thank you DaraJaney. A lovely start, like all of your amazing stories.
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When he eventually finished his bottle Todd had to go back to playing with his rattles and blocks in his play pen. His mother wouldn’t tolerate silence and his little sister was only too happy to order him to shake his rattle or make simple words with his blocks.
When it came to lunchtime his mother and sister went to the kitchen and in between rattles he could hear that they were discussing his lunch. “Spinach?” his mother asked. “Ehw! Yes!” his sister agreed. “Cabbage?” “Yuch? Yes!” Todd could only squirm in the play pen.
Eventually, shortly after hearing the blender running, his mother came for him, opened the side of the play pen and led him to the kitchen. They normally ate at the table but she led him to the high breakfast bar chairs. She made him sit up and tied a little bib around his neck. “I know you don’t want to get your pretty pink dress dirty”, she teased.
She stirred a green mush in a bowl. “Lucy, would you find one of those straps that attaches to soothers please?” Lucy scampered off to the spare room. His mother removed his soother and placed it on the breakfast bar. She tittered at the gloomy look on Todd’s face as he contemplated his lunch.
She held up a spoonful of the green sludge. “Open wide!” Todd paused but reluctantly opened his mouth. His mother pushed the spoon in and waited for him to close his mouth over the spoon before withdrawing it.
Todd shuddered at both the taste and texture of his lunch. Another spoonful was already waiting for him. Not having any choice but to do what he was told if he didn’t want an extended time in nappies he resolved to get it over with as quickly as possible. However, his mother decided that the opposite was better and started to take her time filling the spoonfuls and pausing to watch his grimaces with each mouthful.
He thought he was finished but his mother dutifully scrapped all the little bits around the bowl up to make another spoonful. Meanwhile, Lucy had attached a strap to his soother. Once he was finished his lunch, his mother popped his soother back into his mouth and clipped the other end of the strap to the lace collar of his dress. “So you don’t have to worry about losing it!”, she sniggered.
He was led back to his play pen and under Lucy’s supervision played with his rattles and blocks again. All the time his need to pee was growing. He wasn’t looking forward to the mortification of having to ask for the toilet with his mother in the mood she was in. She would tease him terribly before removing his nappy and letting him go to the bathroom.
So he waited as long as he could. He stopped shaking any rattles or blocks as that was the surest way of attracting his mother’s attention. Sure enough she came in from the kitchen. He tried to say “I need the toilet” but the soother made it sound like “ng geeg ng ghuuugh”.
As expected his mother feigned ignorance. “What’s that dear?” He repeated the gibberish. “Have you wet your nappy?” she asked, all innocent like. He shook his head firmly. “Well let me know when you do!” she said firmly and left the room.
Todd was taken aback. He was fully expecting her to tease him for five or six minutes before letting him go. Instead she had just returned to the kitchen. Lucy ran after her. “Are you really going to make him use the nappy?” she asked eagerly. “Of course dear, that’s what it’s for, isn’t it?” “Yes!” Lucy confirmed and returned to gloat over her big brother.
Todd was stunned. Surely this was just a new way of teasing him. But his mother didn’t return and his need was building and building. Lucy was watching him eagerly.
After several minutes, he could hold out no longer. “NNNNGGGGHHH!” he blurted. His mother put her head around the corner. “Has baby-waby a wet nappy-wappy?” Todd cringed. He shook his head firmly and tried to convey the urgency with body language.
“No? Looks like it won’t be long now. I’ll prepare the changing table.” She walked off to the utility room. Todd was devastated. He could hold out no longer. He started peeing into his nappy. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He started blubbering at the humiliation of it. “Mummy! Baby is wetting his nappy!” Lucy shouted excitedly. “Very good dear”, his mother answered calmly.
It seemed like it would never stop. He thought there was no way the nappy and plastic pants could hold it all in. He was afraid to budge but continued blubbering. “That’s right sweetie, you nurse your soother. That will make it all better.”
Todd froze. He hadn’t realized but he had indeed suc-ked hard on his soother for comfort from his wetting. That realization just made him cry harder.
“Let me know when you’re done and we’ll get you changed” his mother told him breezily like it was the most normal thing. Todd sat stunned unable to comprehend that he was sitting in a play-pen, wearing a pink frilly dress, suc-king on a soother, in a soaked nappy.
His mother returned. “Come along now!” She opened the side of the pen. Todd gingerly scrambled to his feet. His mother knelt down beside him. “Don’t worry”, she said sweetly as she felt around the elasticated leg opening to check for any leakage. Todd looked up at her hopefully. “You will soon get used to it”, she assured him. “Nnnghh! Nnngghh! Nnngggh!” Todd blubbered into his soother as he waddled alongside his mother.
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Poor baby Todd if he is suffering because a wet diaper I can only imagine when he makes his first poopy rsrs
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Poor baby Todd if he is suffering because a wet diaper I can only imagine when he makes his first poopy rsrs
yups :) enjoyed the update :)
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Todd’s mother laid a thick towel out on the floor. She made him sit down in the centre and proceeded to change his nappy. “Hold your dress up”, she told him. He reached his mittened hands under his petticoats and pulled them back.
He lay back looking at the ceiling and suc-king on his soother glumly while his mother pulled his plastic pants down and threw them in a bucket. Then she unpinned his nappy. Lucy came over and stood looking down on her big baby brother with a triumphant grin. He looked away.
He suc-ked hard on his soother as his mother started cleaning his nether regions with baby wipes. She cheerfully said “there we go!” as she finished wiping with a flourish. “Now where is the baby powder?” she wondered. She left the room leaving Todd holding his dress and petticoats up, feeling his naked and freshly cleansed bottom exposed to the fresh air.
Eventually she returned and liberally sprinkled baby powder around his boy parts and bottom. Soon she was wrapping another thick nappy around him and it was pinned on tightly. Then she worked the clean plastic pants up his legs and said “upsie woopsie” to get him to raise his bottom.
Just when he thought this particular humiliation was over she pushed his legs up in the air and worked the elasticated leg openings of his plastic pants to ensure there was no nappy sticking out. She took her time at this before lowering his legs and bottom again. Todd was relieved to be able to finally lower his petticoats and dress and recover some modic-um of decency.
But he was no sooner back in his play-pen but his mother prepared another bottle of warm milk for him and he could already contemplate his next wet nappy.
Lucy was only too pleased to hear that Todd was being put to bed at 7pm, immediately after being fed his third bottle, whereas she was allowed to stay up until 9. He lay back contemplating his position, finally relieved of his soother but with a doll tucked into the bed beside him. He tried to ignore the laughter coming from the TV room as they watched the family favourite show.
Around 8.30pm he gingerly entered the room. He had been instructed not to appear without his soother and doll. “Are you wet sweetie?” his mother asked him. He nodded glumly and held his doll tightly. “I’ll change you when the show is over”, she told him and patted the sofa beside her.
Todd frowned but waddled over and climbed carefully onto the sofa, still unconvinced that his plastic pants could contain all that pee. There he sat curled up beside her, suc-king on his soother and clutching his doll while his wet nappy went cold.
As his mother tucked him into bed in his fresh nappy she told him “I’m sure you’ll have a little present for us in the morning!” He wondered what she meant for a moment. “Nnnggghhh!” He realized she meant a poop. He knew he had to do one sooner or later. It was obvious she was going to make him to it in his nappy.
He spat out the soother now that he was on his own. But he started blubbering and sniffling at the prospect of soiling his nappy in the morning. He reluctantly pushed his soother back in and suc-ked on it a few times. It did seem to help a little.
When he woke in the morning, his poop was already urgent. He listened for any sounds in the house, being unsure of the time. It was completely silent. He wanted to wait until his mother was up before soiling himself to ensure a prompt change. But it didn’t feel like he could hold out long.
He curled up in a ball in the bed and with very little effort a stool slid out into his nappy. Shortly after that it was joined by another. His next little push caused a squirt of mushy stuff. He winced. More followed and he clearly had a very messy nappy. As he tried to turn a little he could feel the weight of the stools but the mushy stuff shifted as he turned and he cringed. He found his soother and pushed it in again sniffling as a nursed it.
Eventually he heard movement outside. The door opened. Lucy peeped in. Todd cringed again. Did it have to be her that found him in his poopy nappy? She wrinkled her nose. “Mummy. Baby has pooped his nappy!”
Todd winced. His mother came in all business like. “Let’s get you changed then.” She walked over to the bed, looked down on him and smiled broadly. He realized he was still suc-king on the damn soother.
As she cleaned Todd up she gave Lucy instructions. “Sweetie would you get the packet of rusks in the kitchen, fill a bowl and pour in plenty of milk and mix it up for Baby?” Lucy ran off eagerly while Todd winced at the thought that his breakfast was going to be mushy milky rusks.
The next couple of days continued like this. Todd enduring it from one feed to the next and one nappy change to the next. In between they made sure he played with his dumb baby toys. He just had to do what he was told and endure his punishment until it was over
He tried to remember what his mother said at the start. Hadn’t she said a “few” days in nappies? Did that mean three or what?
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Loving your story.
I wonder if sissy baby Todd will have to be potty trained all over again once mommy decides he is big enough to be out of nappies.
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On the third day Todd was sitting in his play pen in the lounge, playing with his blocks under Lucy’s strict supervision when the doorbell rang. When his mother opened the door he heard the unmistakable voices of some of the neighbours. He paused suc-king on his soother while he listened.
“Come on in to the sitting room”, his mother invited them. “Nnnggghhh!” he exclaimed through his soother. They were going to see him in his pink dress and nappy! His mother walked in smiling down on him, followed by three ladies. They stopped dead when they saw Todd sitting in the play pen staring wide-eyed up at them, suc-king on a soother, wearing a frilly pink dress and playing with baby toys. The ladies stood there open-mouthed, looking at each other for reassurance that they were really seeing what they thought they were seeing.
Todd wanted to die. Suddenly his private punishment was out there in public. These three ladies were going to tell everyone about this! There was no undoing it. He was exposed. His friends were going to hear. His life was over – just like that.
They probably didn’t even realise that he was actually wearing a nappy but it was only a matter of time. Still, he tried to hold his dress down firmly.
“I’m afraid that Todd was very bold and teased his poor little sister about her training pants. So I thought that a few days in nappies would teach him a lesson”, his mother explained. Todd winced. Now that secret was out too!
The ladies recomposed themselves after the shock. “Well I should think so too”, Mrs Hamilton agreed. The others tried to maintain a serious approving look but he could see they wanted to titter and giggle.
“Show the ladies!” his mother instructed. Todd’s shoulders sagged. He had no choice but to do as his mother told him. He turned onto his hands and knees with his bottom towards the ladies so they could see his plastic pants and the thick nappy beneath. He heard the gasps.
Mrs Brown looked out the window onto the patio. There were three nappies and pairs of plastic pants pegged to the rotating washing line outside. She stepped towards the window gazing in disbelief. “Is he …. using the nappies?!!!” “Well of course!” his mother confirmed as if it was the most normal thing.
Mrs Timmons’ hand went to her mouth but she couldn’t help smiling at the thought of this fourteen-year-old boy being forced to wear and use a nappy! “Do sit down!” his mother invited. The women sat, still looking stunned by the discovery.
Todd cringed, realizing that this was not going to be a brief encounter. Lucy instructed him to pick up his rattle. He winced but knew that he had to do everything he was told or it might only make things worse. The ladies giggled as he shook his rattle. Then there was another smirk from them and he realized that he had obviously suc-ked on his soother, having become so used to it now.
“We had wondered why it was so quiet in the neighbourhood”, Mrs Hamilton commented. The other ladies nodded agreement. His mother was a little puzzled by the remark. “Why is that?” she asked. “Oh well”, Mrs Hamilton clearly wasn’t sure if she should explain and looked to the others for confirmation. They didn’t give any indication that she shouldn’t continue.
“He is a little bit of a problem”, she offered, understating the situation. Todd didn’t like the way this was going. “Problem?” His mother was clearly surprised. “How so?” Mrs Hamilton hesitated. They hadn’t mentioned this to his mother before. She was so nice they didn’t want her to have to feel responsible for his misbehaviour. But there was no way out of it now.
“Well he keeps climbing over the walls into our gardens and robbing fruit and breaking things”, Mrs Hamilton continued. “He put a football through my greenhouse”, Mrs Timmons added. His mother glared down at him while he gently suc-ked on his soother guiltily.
“To be honest”, Mrs Brown chipped in, “we dread the summer holidays as we never get a bit of peace from him.” “Well you won’t have to dread this summer holiday I can assure you”, his mother responded. Everyone looked at her with interest – none more so than Todd. What did she mean?
“He’ll be staying right here in his play pen for this summer!” she announced. Todd was shocked. The women were delighted. “Oh goodie!” Mrs Brown clapped. “And will you be keeping him in nappies?” Mrs Timmons asked. “Of course!” his mother replied. Todd was just stunned.
“And pretty baby dresses?” Mrs Hamilton asked. His mother frowned. “I don’t really have any others that will fit him.” “Oh we can help with that” Mrs Hamilton added excitedly. “First of all he really needs a pretty bonnet!” “And I can make a matching nappy cover”, Mrs Brown added. “And I’ll knit some pretty pink booties!” Mrs Timmons concluded.
Todd looked aghast but then looked down in panic. He was wetting his nappy. “Oh I think Baby is having a little accident due to all the excitement!” Todd sniffled and suc-ked on his soother as the ladies chatted about what kind of lace would be most suitable and whether they had quite the same shade of pink.
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Todd was trying to figure out if his mother was serious about this threat to keep him in nappies and baby dresses for the summer. He suc-ked nervously on his soother as he followed the conversation above him.
“Of course we’d love to help with babysitting too”, Mrs Timmons offered. “Oh yes!” Mrs Brown agreed. “In fact, my daughter is in the Babysitters Club. I’m sure they’d love to provide a rota of babysitters for Todd. There are about a dozen of them.”
Todd was aghast. Several of the girls in his class were in that club. Surely his mother wasn’t going to have his nappy changed by girls in his class!
He was relieved to see that his mother looked unenthusiastic about the club idea. “But will they know how to change an old-style cotton nappy?” she asked. Todd breathed a little more easily. “You can always provide a training session for them”, Mrs Brown suggested. “I’m sure they’d be only too delighted to learn and practice on Todd.” Todd felt more pee flow into his nappy.
“Good idea”, his mother agreed. “So let’s say tomorrow evening at 7pm. Invite all the babysitters club over.” Todd whimpered through his soother. His mother looked at him and seemed to consider a problem. “Of course, we can’t really let them handle his boy parts can we? I think we know how he would react if they did!” The ladies sniggered. Mrs Hamilton stood up. “I know what to do about that. Don’t worry. That’s decided then. We’ll come over around 6pm with his new bonnet, nappy cover and booties so he’ll look as pretty as a button for the girls.”
Todd didn’t sleep much that night. The prospect of twelve girls from the neighbourhood witnessing him have his nappy changed was not conducive to a restful night. He was worried himself at how his boy parts would perform – especially if his crush, Marcia, came near him.
He needed a nappy change mid afternoon. He lay back suc-king on his soother, accustomed now to his mother wiping and powdering him before pinning him into his clean nappy. But when she had powdered him something different happened. She was manoeuvring his privates. He felt something hard close in behind his testicles and then she fitted something over his member. “Hhhhnngggg?” He tried to see but his petticoats blocked his view. He heard a little click. “There!” his mother exclaimed. “That will see to that.” Todd could feel something a little heavy covering his boy parts. “I bet you were looking forward to Marcia handling your bits weren’t you?” Todd immediately felt an erection coming on at the suggested image. His member expanded a little but then met the unyielding resistance of a small hard plastic tube. “Nnngghhh?” His member could grow no more and he was unable to feel any arousal.
His mother smiled down at his groin area. “That’ll do the trick alright!” She proceeded to pin a nappy over Todd’s chastity device, humming happily as Todd writhed in frustration.
He took a bottle at 4pm and had wet his nappy as usual by 6pm. This had all been calculated by his mother but she had told the babysitters club to come at 7pm just to be sure. So Todd had to sit in his wet and increasingly cold nappy for an hour.
During that time Mrs Brown had produced his new frilly nappy cover and pulled it up over his plastic pants. “There we are! Much prettier.” He suc-ked unhappily on his soother as Mrs Hamilton placed his new bonnet on his head and tied thick pink ribbons tightly under his chin. She tugged at the lace trim on his bonnet to get it just straight. All the ladies looked down on his frilly framed face and sighed. Then Mrs Brown pulled his pink knitted booties onto his feet and tied them on, making a pretty bow at the front.
Todd was stunned as they pulled out their phones and took photos of him looking up cutely through the lace of his bonnet. A few minutes later he crawled across his play pen to fetch a particular rattle and froze as a series of flashes captured the three rows of lace frills on his nappy cover framed beautifully by the layers of his petticoats.
He couldn’t get his mind off the school girls handling his private parts but could feel only the tight restriction of his chastity device preventing him from getting any pleasure from this. He was chewing hard on his soother for comfort. He could feel the plastic ring locked behind his testicles tugging as his member failed to enlarge. It was clearly firmly locked in place.
He heard girlish chattering coming up the driveway. He wet his nappy some more at the realization that this was actually happening. The doorbell rang. Todd’s shoulders sagged. The girls quietened outside the door in antici …… pation!
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OMG I love it. Please tell us more.
I can't wait to see what happens next.
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More pee flowed into Todd’s nappy as he heard the girls being let in the front door and walk towards the sitting room where he sat in his play-pen clutching a rattle and a doll. There was no averting disaster now. His life was over. At least the fresh pee warmed his nappy up a bit.
The girls filed in and jaws dropped in turn as they saw that very naughty boy Todd in a pink frilly dress, matching bonnet and booties, suc-king on a soother and clutching a doll and rattle. The twelve girls surrounded his play pen. Todd had been under strict instruction from his mother to play the good baby and he knew well now that he had to do as he was told in his predicament.
Todd shook his rattle and squeezed his dolly so she blurted out “I love you!” The girls exploded in laughter. “Oh he’s so cute!” “Look at him suc-king on his soother. He loves it!” “What a pretty bonnet!” “Oh can we make him a pretty baby dress too?” “That would be lovely”, his mother agreed. Todd swallowed hard.
“Now girls”, his mother interrupted the merriment. “Todd is wearing an old-fashioned cloth nappy.” There were more snorts of laughter. “At this stage I’m sure it is very soggy, isn’t it dear!” Todd nodded glumly and there was lots of tittering. “So I have set up a changing table over here”, she walked over to the table covered in a thick beach towel and a plastic covering over that with a pile of cloth nappies at one end.
“Debbie, would you let Baby Todd out of his play-pen and bring him over to have his nappy changed please.” The girls couldn’t help but giggle. “With pleasure”, Debbie answered and opened the side of the play-pen. Todd rolled over onto his knees first and the girls behind broke up with laughter again. “Wait til you see his frilly nappy cover!” They wouldn’t let Todd scramble to his feet until all the girls had inspected his frilly bottom.
Eventually he was led over to the changing table and the circle of grinning girls moved around that. Some picked up nappies from the pile and inspected them, tittering further at the idea that Todd was pinned into one of these.
His mother helped him onto the table and pushed him to lie back. “Hold your petticoats up dear.” Todd hated this. He could only look up at the ceiling while having his nappy changed because he couldn’t see down beyond his layers of petticoats, he could just feel when his private parts were exposed on the removal of his nappy and desperately hope that he would quickly have his clean nappy pinned on. He knew it wasn’t going to be a fast procedure this time.
The girls had circled the table but those whose view was obstructed by his petticoats all crowded down the other way so that they could see the business end of proceedings. So as he lifted his bottom to have his nappy cover removed, there was just Todd behind his petticoats and he could only imagine the 12 girls and four women all watching on the other side.
“Marcia, could you hold the bucket please?” his mother requested. Todd cringed as the older girl he had a crush on watched him having his soggy nappy removed. And then his member started to grow thinking of the lovely Marcia. Oh no! Then he felt his erection interrupted by the plastic tube and was a little relieved.
There were gasps as his soggy nappy was unpinned and removed. “What’s that?” a girl asked with obvious disappointment. “Well obviously having girls handle his privates was only going to have one effect on Todd so this little device ensures that he can get no arousal.” “Oh yes you can see he his little thing is pressing against the tube!” there were giggles mixed with “Ew! Gross!” Todd could sense the girls all crowding in for a closer look.
“It’s locked on to him!” Marcia noticed. “And guess who has the key tee hee hee.” He guessed that his mother was showing the key before popping it back in her pocket to more sniggering. “May I?” he heard Marcia ask. “Knock your socks off!” his mother told her. Todd frowned at the ceiling. Then he felt hands cup his testicles and fingers tug at the plastic ring around them. Marcia was fondling his privates. “Nnnggghhh!” He squirmed as his poor member pressed ever harder on the plastic but he could feel no pleasure. She twiddled the little padlock and then let go. Todd tried to breathe steadily.
“Now Ursula, there’s a pack of baby wipes there. Would you like to …?” She didn’t get to finish the sentence. Todd heard the wipe being swiftly tugged from the dispenser and felt the cool dampness spread around his groin as Ursula cleaned him up.
“Very good, now turn over dear.” Todd turned over still holding his petticoats up and there was fresh giggling as his bare bottom came into the view of the girls. “Olivia, your turn!” Todd sighed heavily as his bottom was wiped by one of the girls in his class.
Then they took it in turns to powder his bottom and groin, taking great care to spread the powder over his skin evenly with their hands. Todd waited keenly for the clean nappy to be pinned on.
“Now a few tips for you young ladies”, his mother announced. She proceeded to take ten minutes explaining the pros and cons of cloth and disposable nappies while Todd lay there holding his petticoats up with his privates exposed to all and sundry. His frustrated member unavoidably kept up the losing battle with his chastity device.
Eventually Marcia had the honour of pinning him into his clean nappy. She groped around his chastity device checking how it lay within his nappy and then patted it a few times playfully while the girls giggled at Todd’s squirming.
He couldn’t see who enjoyed pulling his plastic pants up over his nappy but a girl on either side propped his legs right up in the air while she made sure his nappy was completely tucked inside the elastic. They grinned down on him, thoroughly enjoying his humiliation but Todd was just relieved to be finally within the warm embrace of his dry nappy.
“So girls, feel free if you need a recap to come over any time and change his nappy or watch it being changed.” Todd cringed. The girls all responded positively to the offer “Oh yes we will!” “Thank you, I definitely need to watch again.” “Can we come over in the morning?” Debbie asked. “Well yes but only if you want to see a very messy nappy.” “Ew, he has to poop his nappy!!!”
Todd had been able to lower his petticoats finally but was met with the shocked gazes of twelve girls who had just been told that this fourteen-year-old boy had to poop in his nappy too. He wanted to bury his face in his petticoats again but Marcia was helping him down from his changing table. She led him back to his play-pen and pushed him in. He plopped down on his well-cushioned bottom. “See you in the morning!” she smiled down on him.
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Embarassing enough to be seen by mom's friends but 12 girls from your school and the one you have a crush on, oh and chastity.
Can hardly wait to see what is in store for the sissy baby over the summer
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I don't think we ever say this enough to all our outstanding authors, "Thank you for your efforts and your excellent stories." Can't wait to see how much more Tod can fall than he already has. He's already gone from a few days to the summer vacation. Can permanent baby status be far behind? Certainly some babysitting, I hope.
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The following morning six of the girls arrived to observe Todd having his messy nappy changed. “Gosh you girls are really keen!” his mother welcomed them. Todd knew they were just keen to see him humiliated having his messy bottom wiped in front of them. There was nothing he could do but suc-k on his soother and pray for it all to be over.
Seeing him get out of bed wearing just his nappy Debbie said “Oh I have a big pink onesie that would make the perfect sleeper for him! I’ll bring it over later.” “That’s so kind of you!” his mother thanked her. Kind my arse! Todd thought. His arse was indeed the centre of attention at that moment, he realized glumly.
Later that day when Todd was having his second nappy change, he pointed to the chastity device and whimpered though his soother. Surely he didn’t need to wear it now there were no babysitters about. “No dear, that will be staying on you permanently now.” “Nnnggghhh!” “I think the girls will be volunteering quite frequently to change your nappy.” She wasn’t wrong. “Marcia said she’d come over this evening.” Just the mention of Marcia made Todd’s member stir but once again any feeling was totally dulled by his chastity device. Todd sighed heavily wondering when he would be able to feel arousal again.
Debbie accompanied Marcia that evening to help change Todd’s nappy. Debbie had the promised pink onesie. It had a pattern of white hearts. They made him step into it and as the leg was pulled up, his foot slotted neatly into the enclosed padded foot of the onesie. Once his second leg was in they pushed his arms into the sleeves and zipped it up.
The girls stood back and giggled as Todd squirmed, fully enclosed in the pink fleece. Obviously he hated it but with his hands kept permanently in mittens he would be encased in his pink sleeper until somebody decided to unzip him.
The following day Mrs Hamilton arrived with a shopping bag. “I found this in a pile of old clothes and thought it would make a pretty baby dress.” She pulled out a lavender dress that flared from breast level. It had a wide lace collar that extended over the shoulders and lace trim on the sleeves and hem. There was a single layer of stiff petticoat attached.
“Let’s see if it fits!” she suggested. Todd desperately hoped it would not but Mrs Hamilton buttoned the back up and it gradually enclosed firmly around his chest and shoulders. “Perfect!” Todd sighed.
“Of course I will make a matching bonnet, nappy cover and booties now that I know it fits.” Todd’s mother knelt before him and smoothed his dress down. “Isn’t Mrs Hamilton very kind?” She turned him to face the neighbour and Todd dutifully nodded his thanks while suc-king wistfully on his soother. “You’re welcome dear”, she gushed.
“Mrs Timmons is making him an outfit from scratch!” she revealed. “It will take another few days of course but wait until you see it.” Todd cringed.
The neighbours continued to be annoyingly helpful. That evening a special high-chair was delivered. Todd was pushed towards it reluctantly, Mrs Brown helpfully swinging back the tray so he could climb in.
He sat in and fitted quite snuggly on the seat. The tray was swung back down in front and clicked in place half way down his chest. There was barely half an inch to spare in front of his chest. He tugged the tray but it was firmly locked in place. He wriggled as much as the space allowed but to his frustration it was clear he was well confined to the high chair. He groped around underneath the tray to find whatever catch would free it but could feel nothing through his padded mittens.
“Oh look there are straps attached!” his mother noticed. She pulled the straps over his arms and brought them together in front of his chest where they pressed together and clicked shut. His mother pulled on the loose ends and the straps tightened over his chest and shoulders. He looked down at the catch and could see that it needed to be squeezed on either side to free the straps – something that would be impossible for him to do with his mittens. He was doubly secured in his high chair.
He realized that his legs were dangling in mid air. He felt around with his feet for a footrest or crossbar between the legs of the chair but there was nothing and his feet just had to dangle there.
Lucy approached with a baby bottle for him. Todd winced. It didn’t seem long since his last bottle but they were clearly determined to test out his high-chair properly. Lucy had to stand on the kitchen chair beside his high chair to be able to reach up, remove his soother and push the teat of the bottle into his mouth. He duly suc-ked on the teat. Lucy held the bottle firmly in his mouth, enjoying watching him suc-kle. Eventually she allowed him a few breaths before pushing the teat in again so he could resume. This second bottle was going to make for a very soggy nappy later, he realized.
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i see the baby clothing and furniture is arriving good. The little baby will look cute as a little sissy baby gurl thank you for the great story.
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DaraJaney,
Thank you for continuing your story - I'm looking forward to reading the next part.
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Within a couple of days Mrs Hamilton had delivered on her promise of a matching bonnet, nappy cover and booties for Todd. His mother dressed him and brought him out for for the ladies to admire. They loved his ensemble of course. “But just wait until you see the outfit I’m making for him!” Mrs Timmons told them. “It’ll be ready in a day or two.”
Todd suc-ked on his soother as they made him waddle across the room and twirl. His mother told him to stand in front of her and turn around. She raised his petticoat and fingered the lace on his nappy cover. “Gorgeous!”
“You know I think he’s ready for his first outing!” she decided. “Nnngghhh!?” “I haven’t been to the café in over a week!” “Oh good idea!” the ladies agreed. “The straps on the high chair can be detached to make a harness for baby”, Mrs Hamilton pointed out. “Perfect!” his mother declared as she went to fetch them.
Todd whimpered desperately as she pulled the harness over his arms and tightened it over his chest. “NNNHHHGG!” “Don’t be silly dear. You can’t stay cooped up all the time in your play-pen. Anyway, everyone knows you are in nappies and pretty baby dresses!”
Suddenly his play-pen seemed to him the perfect place to be. But he was pushed towards the front door. “Nnngghhh!” He pawed aimlessly at his harness. “Don’t forget to take a changing bag!” Mrs Brown helpfully reminded his mother. His mother took a holdall and put a clean nappy and plastic pants ias well as the pack of baby wipes and powder into it. Mrs Timmons had filled his baby bottle with milk and tucked it into the end pocket on the outside.
Todd glared at the changing bag as his mother swung it over her shoulder. Now anyone they met would know that his baby dress and nappy weren’t just a costume. They could see that he was actually using his nappies and was being fed regular bottles.
Mrs Hamilton opened the door and he was pushed out. His mother had to nudge him down the driveway. When they got to the footpath he looked nervously up and down the road. This required turning his head a full ninety degrees in either direction to see past the wide lace brim of his bonnet.
To the right he could see Debbie’s mother approaching. He quickly waddled to the left towards the shops and the café. His mother tugged him back on his harness. “Suddenly you are in a hurry!” she mocked. Todd stood with shoulders sagging as his mother waited for Mrs Wilson to catch up.
“There is the little darling”, she called. “I’ve heard all about you from Debbie!” “I’d heard about your pretty lilac dress but I didn’t know you had such a lovely bonnet!” “Mrs Hamilton made it specially”, his mother told her. “And a very pretty nappy cover”, she demonstrated by raising his petticoat. “Oh my goodness. What a lucky baby!”
Todd just wanted to get away from her but he looked down to the main road and saw lots of traffic moving past slowly and plenty of pedestrians. He didn’t feel in such a hurry now. But they continued all too soon and Todd was walking along the busy road, his mother greeting all of the gobsmacked passers-by, clearly inviting them to stop and chat.
Some did. “He’s in nappies and baby-dresses for the summer to keep him out of mischief!” she happily explained. “Yes of course he is using his nappies! Needs several changes a day, don’t you sweetie?” Todd just suc-ked harder on his soother.
The café seemed like a relief initially but he saw that it was almost full. “I have a table at the back!” the waiter assured his mother. So Todd had to waddle all the way down between the tables and endure the giggles and gasps.
Sitting at the table he faced a toddler girl at the next section. “Mummy! There’s a very big baby!” she said loudly, pointing. “Don’t be rude!” her mother scolded. “That’s alright” his mother assured her. “He is a bit old for nappies!” She tucked the changing bag under the table. The lady nearly choked. “He!?” Todd cringed. The lady’s jaw dropped and then she laughed.
“How old is he?” she asked incredulously. “Fourteen”, his mother replied proudly. “Wow!” “And your little one?” his mother asked. “Three and three quarters! And she’s just out of nappies, aren’t you dear?” “Yes!” the little girl confirmed and gave Todd a pitying look. “Maybe you could give Todd some tips!” his mother teased and they all laughed.
On leaving the café his mother was seen out by the waiter who knew a loyal customer when he saw one. She announced she had to get a few things in the supermarket. Todd winced. It was another block down the street.
His mother pulled a trolley from the line and tied Todd’s rein to it so she could push with both hands. Todd had to follow wherever she pushed it. “Oh I keep forgetting that they’ve moved the cheese fridge! Wait here”, she told him as she went a few aisles back. Todd looked up and down the aisle nervously suc-king on his soother, hoping that nobody would find him on his own tethered to the shopping trolley. His mother smiled at his obviously relieved look when she returned.
At the check-out Todd looked forlornly and the sweets rack. He would usually grab something and pester his mother to buy it. That was impossible with his hands in mittens. She smiled at his obvious frustration. “Would you like something sweet?” He nodded.
She took a large round lollipop and handed it to the lady to swipe. Then she removed the wrapper, pulled his soother out with a pop and replaced it with the lollipop. “There!” Todd was disappointed it was such a babyish confectionary but it tasted way better than the mushy dinners they had been feeding him.
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Things are really progressing.
Humiliation is being added to humiliation. I'd guess that Todd's diaper is getting soggy.
Will there be more places yet to go on this first baby adventure?
Is the first public diaper change going to happen on this outing?
On the way back at a crowded street crossing with classmates present, will Todd have to do a messy, stinky poop to his extreme humiliation and have to waddle home with further shame in his loaded diaper while mother and friends stop and discuss his situation with everyone they meet?
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Perhaps if he's good he'll be taken to the baby store to select a new rattle for himself and his mom will order him a pink crib and a stroller too cause he's obviously too little of a baby to be toddling everywhere :)
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A couple of days later Mrs Timmons brought over Todd’s new outfit. It just seemed to get even bigger as it was pulled from the confines of the bag. It was big and pink gingham. There were clearly many layers of tightly curled petticoats underneath.
Todd was past resistance at this stage, knowing that it made no difference, and obediently raised his arms so his mother could pull the dress down over him and button it up. The dress flared from the shoulders and his arms were propped out by the layers of petticoats. The short sleeves were heavily puffed so the lace on them tickled his ears. His mother fluffed out the petticoats by reaching under them and pushing upwards. The hem of his dress was gathered in several places to expose the top petticoat and a pink bow was sown into each spot.
“Nnnggghh!” Todd realized looking in the mirror that she had clearly made a mistake in the measurements! The dress was too short and left a couple of inches of his nappy exposed. He tried to push his petticoats down to indicate this to the ladies looking on. His mother gave him a puzzled look at first and then understood. She smiled. Mrs Timmons reached into the bag and pulled out the matching nappy cover. It was like a pair of bloomers with six rows of frills across the back and front and lace around the leg openings. His mother made him step into them and pulled them up over his nappy. The lowest three rows of lace could be seen below his petticoats as well as the lace trim on his legs.
His mother stood back. “It’s just perfect!” she announced. Todd frowned. How could she say that? It was clearly too short! Mrs Brown smiled. “I got it just right, didn’t I?” Todd realized then that the shortness of the dress was not a mistake. It had been made deliberately short so that everyone could see his matching bloomers padded out nicely by the bulk of his obvious nappy.
His matching bonnet was equally eye-catching. His mother placed it on his head and drew the ribbons in to tie it under his chin. As she did so the three inch brim gathered in, reducing his forward vision. He was looking out through a lace trimmed funnel. Again the ladies all seemed pleased with this as he turned his head to see each one in turn through his narrow field of view.
“And for his trips outside”, he heard Mrs Timmons announce. She was behind him. He had to turn right around to see what she had. She was holding up a large pair of baby pink tights. “Nnnnggghh!” “Oh how adorable!”
The next day his mother needed Debbie’s help to get him into the tights. “Nnngghhh!” “Now darling you need to wear these to keep you nice and cozy outside. Debbie grabbed one ankle and his mother the other and forced them close enough to get the tights hooked over his feet. Once they had pulled them a little way up his legs his continued wriggling was pointless. He was going to wear the tights for his trip to the café and supermarket. His mother pulled his bloomers up over his tights, Debbie strapped him into his harness and handed his mother the rein. “See you later!”
On arrival in the café Todd was relieved to see it was quieter than before. The waiter was all excited. “Ah Madam. We have made a special chair for your little one.” He carried a specially adapted breakfast bar chair. They had added a tray. Todd winced. That was bad enough but the waiter placed it at the window table. Now Todd wished the café had been busier!
He was lifted up into the high chair and the tray was reattached in front of him. “I’ll heat up baby’s bottle”, the waiter offered helpfully. Todd was actually grateful now for the restricted view of his bonnet which helped him hide from the obvious looks of amusement from people inside the café and outside on the street.
“Oh here dear! You don’t need to wear that inside”, his mother noticed. Todd whimpered as she removed his bonnet. He could now see three people staring in the window and laughing at his poufy dress and pink tights. She reached into the bag and produced his other pink bonnet. He pouted as she tied it under his chin. The onlookers could now see his face clearly framed with pretty rows of lace.
When he suc-ked on his bottle it drew great merriment from outside so he was slow to drink it. “We can’t go until you finish your bottle”, his mother told him. Todd cringed as he resumed suc-king on the teat.
At the supermarket they were met by the manager. “Ah madam!” Todd froze. “We have prepared a special trolley for you!” A lady assistant wheeled out a trolley with an extra large baby seat. Todd whimpered but he was lifted up and his mother steered his pink legs into the openings in front of the seat.
“You see we have added weights to the front to keep it balanced.” “Thank you so much!” his mother acknowledged. She tied his reins to the back of his seat to make him fully secure.
The seat was just about wide enough for him but not for his poufy dress which billowed up around him. He tried to push it down with his elbows. His mother stood back and smiled. Almost all of his frilly bloomers could now be seen beneath not to mention his dangling pink legs and their booties.
Todd continued to whimper as he was unhappy being pushed backwards and having to look right into the grinning face of his mother. But there was nothing he could do but sit there and be propelled wherever she wanted to go.
Once again in the middle of the store she remembered “Oh the cheese!” His mother went off back in search of the correct aisle. Todd whimpered in protest at being left alone. He wriggled in his seat but was held firmly in. His discomfort was magnified by the effects of finishing the whole baby bottle of milk. He squirmed uncomfortably.
After a minute three teenage girls entered the aisle. One saw him first and tugged at the others open-mouthed. Once they got over the initial shock they approached what they could clearly see was a teenager in the frilliest complete baby outfit they had ever seen. Todd could see their eyes follow his pink legs down to his booties. Then they noticed the bulge of his nappy and gasped. “Oh has baby lost her mummy?” Todd tried to look as bashfully girlish as he could. He suc-ked on his soother nervously and they all giggled.
Just then his mother returned. “Oh have you made new friends?” The girls stood back. They were unsure what to say. “What a pretty dress!” seemed to be appropriate. “Is that a cloth nappy?” one of them asked tentatively. “Yes indeed! The best sort!” “What age is she?” another asked and they all looked at each other expectantly. “HE … is fourteen.”
They were astonished. Todd winced and suc-ked hard on his soother. “What is baby’s name?” “Todd.” “And why does Baby Todd need to wear a nappy?” “To do his business in, naturally!” The girls were further astonished. “Baby Todd USES his nappy?” They persisted. “For number 1s?” “Yes, and number 2s”, his mother added. “Oh my gawd!”
“Can Baby Todd talk?” “He prefers his soother”, his mother lied. The girls all giggled as Baby Todd made no effort to deny this but continued suc-king. “Would you like to accompany us?” The girls were only too happy. One pushed, grinning into Todd’s face and the other two placed a hand either side at the front of the trolley to steer.
They were rather giddy, having this teenage boy in a pink baby dress, bonnet, frilly bloomers pink tights, suc-king on a soother and wearing a real nappy. They swung the trolley around more than they needed to. Todd cringed as the pressure on his bladder grew. This was not helping. “Ah the medical aisle!” his mother announced. “We really should get some nappy rash cream.” Todd cringed again. “Oh has poor Baby Todd got nappy rash?” “No, not yet but it’s always more likely with cloth nappies.”
The girls eagerly joined the hunt for nappy rash cream. “Here!” one of the girls called out and she placed it in the trolley. It was soon full. In the last aisle his mother handed him a large box of rusks. “Here you’ll have to carry these for yourself.”
So Todd was pushed into the checkout line surrounded by his entourage. The lady in front had seen him before and smiled as she took his box of rusks. “Has baby got his breakfast then?” Todd nodded and they all giggled.
He was pleased to see that they got a very speedy cashier as he was desperate to get out of there and home before he wet his nappy. But when she got to the nappy rash cream she halted. “Oh has baby got nappy rash?” His mother repeated that it was a precautionary purchase. The lady started talking about nappy rash problems she had encountered with her babies. The cashier next door joined in and soon several women were offering opinions and asking how often Todd wet and soiled his nappy. Meanwhile Todd was thinking it’s going to be once more soon enough.
Eventually he was pushed through and out the door. His mother pushed the trolley towards the car to make unloading easier. Todd was pushed past several queued cars with drivers and passengers staring open-mouthed at the big baby in the pink dress, bonnet and pink tights squeezed into the seat of the trolley.
Todd waited as patiently as he could while the car was loaded given his now painful predicament. “We’ll bring the trolley back”, the girls insisted. They pushed the now much lighter trolley even faster. “Nnnggghhh!” Todd squirmed. They ran over a metal ramp in the car park. The trolley shuddered as it rolled over it. “NNNNGGGHHH!” Todd’s pee flooded into his nappy following the sudden bump.
The girls stopped, seeing him crying. His mother came over. She recognized the squirming signs. “Oh dear. I think Baby has wet his nappy.” The girls were clearly delighted at this turn of events. Todd kicked his pink legs in frustration. That just made them laugh more.
His mother went back to the car and took out the changing bag. She clicked on the car alarm and walked towards him. She put the bag in the trolley. “Don’t worry sweetie. There’s a baby changing room in the supermarket.” Tod d continued crying and kicking his pink legs in protest as he was wheeled back to the supermarket. He suc-ked hard on his soother.
His crying only attracted more attention as he was wheeled back past the check outs. All the ladies looked on with great concern. “He’s just had a little accident”, his mother reassured them. They looked at the changing bag and smiled and nodded sympathetically.
“The baby changing room is over there”, one of the ladies called out, causing more heads to turn and watch Todd in his poufy pink baby dress, frilly bloomers, lace-trimmed bonnet and baby pink tights being pushed in the baby seat of the trolley towards the baby changing room, kicking his pink legs and bawling in a full blown tantrum.
The trolley wouldn’t go into the changing room so the girls had to help him out of the baby seat and he stood there sobbing in an obviously sagging nappy as his mother reached for the changing bag.
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If I were a boy in these stories, I would be asking why my mother most evidently hates me. I would even risk a spanking to ask.
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DaraJaney,
The pace of your writing is perfect!
He's in an even frillier outfit from last time, and even more on display, having to finish an entire baby bottle in the cafe in full view of all who care to watch.
The special shopping cart really put him on display, and to top it all off, having to have a wet diaper change for the first time in a public place with 3 teenage girls assisting mother.
If I were Todd in the story, I would be crying, too.
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but if you were a girl you be asking the same thing. A sissy is a sissy and mother's can either get on board or not his mom did and so did her friends. The sissy dress is awesome. Can hardly wait for the next chapter.
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Mrs Brown smiled looking down on Todd in his frilly pink gingham baby dress as he sat in his play-pen, shaking a rattle and clutching a dolly. His face looked out through the frills of his bonnet as he suc-ked on his soother.
Todd, feeling unnerved by the way she smiled at him, crawled to the other of the play-pen showing off his frilly bloomers, pink tights and booties. “That dress is so adorable!” Mrs Hamilton gave a satisfied smile “thank you.” “You know you could charge a fortune for a baby dress like that on e-bay?” Mrs Brown observed. “Really? Surely there’s not much of a market for that kind of thing”, Mrs Hamilton responded doubtfully. “You’d be surprised. You can charge hundreds for a baby dress in adult size.” “Seriously? I could use the extra cash.”
“Why don’t we take photos of Todd in his pretty outfit and post them on an e-bay account and see what you can charge?” Mrs Brown suggested. “Hhhnngggg?” Todd looked up with concern from his play-pen. “You don’t need to have completed outfits, you can make them to order.” “Why not? Let’s do that”, Mrs Hamilton warmed to the idea. Todd looked from one to the other trying to judge if they were joking. Did they really just decide to post photographs of him on the internet in his pink baby dress, bonnet and bloomers?
His mother loved the idea and soon a camera was produced and Todd was encouraged to pose to show off his baby dress to maximum effect. He sniffled as he looked up at the camera though the frills of his bonnet and suc-ked hard on his soother.
“Come on, smile!” Mrs Hamilton encouraged. How could he smile at the prospect of being exposed on the internet in his baby outfit? Todd visibly cringed. “Actually I think some potential customers might like how mortified he looks”, Mrs Brown suggested. The camera flashed.
He was photographed sitting in the play-pen with his pink legs sticking out from under his petticoats, standing up shot from a low angle showing each layer of his petticoats, crawling on the carpet exposing the frills of his bloomers stretching over his obvious nappy, sitting in his high-chair showing the full outfit including his pink booties while he was suc-king on the teat of his baby bottle.
Mrs Hamilton loaded the photographs onto her laptop. Todd whimpered desperately in futile protest from his high-chair as they chose which photographs to post. “So just click on Upload.” Mrs Hamilton called his little sister Lucy over to do the honours. She did as instructed and clapped excitedly “there we go!” Todd felt warm pee spreading around his nappy as his images appeared on the world wide web.
The next morning two of the babysitters arrived to help change Todd’s nappy and feed him. They were looking at the images on their phone. “Oh who’s a pretty baby then? Everyone thinks so!” they laughed.
His mother came in. “Mrs Hamilton has had three orders already! She’s already planning another outfit for you to model!” Todd whimpered and kicked his pink legs in the high-chair as he suc-ked on his morning bottle. “Looks like you have a new career as a model!” They all laughed.
Mrs Hamilton came over that afternoon. She had found a catalogue of baby dresses from the 1950s. “Lots of ultra-pretty designs here”, she enthused. “It was quite an era!” The ladies all crowded in to see. Todd could only catch glimpses of the designs but saw quite enough different shades of pink and lilac and lavender and peach and apricot and acres of petticoats and frills.
“My goodness. I can remember having outfits like that” his mother recalled. “You’d never dress a little girl like that nowadays though.” “Gosh no!” they all laughed at the idea. “That honour will fall to Todd”, Mrs Hamilton grinned.
They all looked at him in his high-chair and then back at the pages of the catalogue. He could tell they were dreaming up images of him in the various outfits. “Will you be able to get such a bright floral pattern like that?” “Oh I think so.” “So many layers of petticoats will surely cost a fortune!” “But look at what you can charge for these baby dresses! That won’t be a problem.”
They turned the page. “Oh such cute nursery patterns!” “Just look at the fluffy lambs!” “I love that one with the pink hearts.” “So many pastel colours but will you be able to get him tights to match?” “Oh yes, you can get tights in just about any colour now”, his mother assured them, smiling over at Todd who was kicking his legs in frustration and squirming in his pink tights.
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This is great, Dara Janey. Absolutely loved the grocery store scenes, how embarrassing! I think Mrs. Hamilton might be missing out on a business opportunity to be making matching or complimentary dresses in dolls sizes though. In fact, why not take on a little apprentice to learn how to make them while she makes the dresses for him?
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The grocery scene was awesome. Love the fact he is a wittle model now. Just think of all the pwetty dwetheth he can end up wearing.
Just thinking that the little sissy should have his own facebook or web page so everyone knows about him and can show off to everyone the new sissy dresses
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“One of our e-bay customers has asked about the high-chair that Todd is sitting in for the photographs”, Mrs Hamilton told his mother. “She asked where we got it because she’d like one for her teenage son once she has him back in nappies and the pink baby dress she has already ordered.”
“I’ll speak to the carpenter who made Todd’s high-chair for us”, his mother said. “Maybe we can make an arrangement with him.” “I think we could start a whole line in large nursery furniture to complement the big baby dresses”, Mrs Hamilton suggested. “Let’s set up a meeting.”
About a week later a large play-pen was delivered and assembled beside the play-pen Todd had been usin,g which used to be his little sister’s. Of course Todd could have stepped out of his play-pen at any time but the certain consequences of disobedience stopped him.
The new play-pen had much taller sides. His mother opened the side of his pen and invited him to transfer. Todd reluctantly waddled across. The side bars came up to his chest. He heard the click of the baby-proof latch his mother swung closed.
She moved his rattles and dolls over to his new play-pen. Todd played with his toys as they dismantled the smaller pen and put it away. “Now for some photos to promote this on-line!” his mother announced. Todd whimpered at the prospect of more photos of him in his pretty pink baby dress going on the web but he was ignored.
She set up a tripod, aimed the camera at the play-pen and pressed record. Then she went over to the window. “Why don’t we open the net curtains so you can see out onto the street?” She threw the curtains open. “NNNNGGGHHH!” Todd gurgled through his soother. He didn’t want to see out onto the street and more importantly he didn’t want people on the street to be able to see him!
“Oh look there’s lots of children playing out there”, his mother observed and she waved at them. Todd froze as he heard footsteps running closer to the window. He thought he should really drop the embarrassing dolly he was clutching in his left arm and the rattle held on his right mitten. But half a dozen faced had already appeared at the window.
“It’s true! Todd is wearing a pink baby dress!” “Look at his frilly bonnet!” “And he’s wearing pink tights and booties!” Todd desperately scrambled to his feet and turned to the gate of the play-pen to try to get out.
“Oh look! You can see he’s wearing a thick nappy!” Todd cringed. He’d forgotten how short his baby dress was. He desperately pawed at the catch on the gate but couldn’t budge it because of his mittens. He raised one foot as high as he could to try to climb out of the pen but his pink fleece booties just slipped down the smooth wooden bar.
There was no way he could get out and away from the children at the window. “Look at the frills on his nappy cover!” He slid down on to his bottom again. At least he could hide his nappy from further exposure amongst the layers of petticoats. “Look! He’s actually suc-king on that soother!” Todd nappy was filling with warm pee from the fright. He desperately hoped that the children at the window wouldn’t notice.
He started shaking his rattle and he reached for his dolly again – anything to distract them from noticing that he was wetting himself right in front of them. “Oh look. He’s playing with his pretty dolly!” “And he’s shaking that rattle. He looks like a complete baby!”
His mother pressed the off switch on the camera. “Perfect! That really shows how secure the play-pen is!” Todd looked up and sniffled. He couldn’t indicate to her that his nappy was wet because he desperately didn’t want the children outside to know. So he just continued playing with his toys and everyone seemed to be happy that he was content to be sitting in a frilly pink baby dress complete with matching bonnet and booties, wearing a nappy and suc-king on a soother playing with his rattles.
His mother went off to upload the video. “How long has he been wearing nappies?” one of the girls asked outside. “A few weeks at least”, another replied. “But he doesn’t have to use them does he?” “Oh yes. Last week I saw him at the supermarket and his mummy brought him into the baby changing room.” “Really?” “Yes. Everyone saw it. They had a trolley made with a big baby seat specially for him.” “No! And does he do number 2s in his nappy?” “Oh yes, my sister got to change his nappy yesterday morning. She said it took a ton of baby wipes to get his botty clean!”
Todd was practically chewing his soother, hearing this conversation. “I wonder would his mummy let us bring him to the supermarket if we offered to do her shopping.” “Ha! It would be great to push him around the shop in his pink baby dress and tights!”
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oh the humiliation, every sissy's worst fear, yet what we crave. Lovely story
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A week later they produced a large wooden cot for Todd. It was painted pink of course and had pictures of princesses and ballerinas on the end boards. Todd fully expected a photo or video session to promote the cot online but for some reason they didn’t do that. He sensed they were waiting for something else. There was something else going on in the house.
He slept in the cot in the corner of the sitting room for the first couple of nights. Not surprisingly the side bars were high enough to keep him in and they were secured by another baby-proof latch.
On the next afternoon his mother let him out of his play pen and steered him out of the room. He waddled along the corridor towards his bedroom. Was she bringing him back to his room to allow him out of his baby clothes and back to normal, he wondered.
She pushed the door open. His room had been completely redecorated. Nursery wallpaper had been pasted up all around showing ponies and bunnies. There was a lush pink carpet with matching curtains and very lacey net curtains.
Todd’s jaw would have dropped if he hadn’t been suc-king so hard on his soother. He looked around the room. His computer desk had been replaced with shelves of dolls and girls’ picture books.
The changing table had been moved into the corner of the room with all of its powders and creams and a pile of thick nappies. Two of the neighbours steered his cot into the room and placed it in another corner. The play-pen soon followed.
“Now we can get really good pictures showing all your nursery furniture in a complete nursery setting!” his mother enthused. Todd wanted to cry. He was clearly not getting out of nappies anytime soon. His boy’s room had been completely converted into a girl’s nursery. Warm pee spread around his nappy. He squirmed at the now familiar feeling.
His mother noticed. “You really have lost control of your wee-wees haven’t you?” Todd couldn’t deny it. He started blubbering. “Never mind sweetie. You have everything you need here!” His mother ran her hand over the cover of the changing table and then admired the pink cot in the corner. She ushered Todd into the play-pen and left him there looking morosely at his baby toys that were clearly going to be his only entertainment for some time.
Shortly afterwards his mother came in and set up the tripod with the video camera. Todd was still looking at it wondering what was next when she returned with a baby bottle of milk. He thought it was rather early for his next bottle. “From now on your bedtime is going to be 6pm”, she told him. Todd’s eyes widened in surprise.
She opened the wardrobe. All of his baby dresses were dangling on hangers and she took out his pink fleecy sleeper. His face fell. Where were his boy’s clothes? She opened a drawer that used to have his socks and underwear and he could see it was now filled with bonnets, bibs and tights.
Despite his whimpering through his soother in protest at his early bedtime she removed his baby dress, nappy cover and tights. “I want to spend more quality time with Lucy in the evenings”, she explained. Todd glared at his little sister who was smiling from the doorway as he was buttoned into his sleeper. His light night-time bonnet was tied under his chin and his mother pushed him into the cot and secured the side bars.
Lucy came in carrying a pink and white tape player. She put it on the chest of drawers and pressed play. Tinny nursery rhyme music emanated from it.
His mother went over to the tripod and pressed the play button. “See you at 8am then”, she told him cheerfully. Todd scrambled to his knees and shook the side bars of his cot desperately and whimpered pleadingly through his soother. His mother and Lucy just smiled at him and left the room.
Todd pawed at the baby-proof catch on the side bars. When he couldn’t budge it he slapped it a few times in frustration. He pulled himself up on his feet and tried to climb over the bars but they were too high.
He looked crossly at the camera. This was obviously demonstrating to potential customers how secure his new cot was. The nursery rhyme mercifully came to an end. After a few seconds it started up again and Tom winced. How long was that going to torment him? He reached out through the bars of his cot and could just about touch the front of the tape player. He reached as far as he could and tried to press stop but his mittens just pushed the player out of reach. “Nnnnggghhh!”
He slumped as he realised that he was going to be in his cot for the next 14 hours! Another bottle of milk had been placed in the corner. That was all very well but anything he drank was just going to fill his nappy with no prospect of being changed until 8am.
It was still bright outside and he could hear children playing happily in the street. His mother and Lucy were chatting cheerfully in the sitting room. Todd suc-ked hard on his soother. He picked up his favourite dolly and hugged her tightly. A single rattle had also been left in the cot. He pushed his mitten through the loop in the handle and managed to pick it up. He shook it unenthusiastically.
He heard his mother and sister laughing. He didn’t know that they were watching the images being recorded on the video camera. Shortly they would be uploaded to ebay to promote his new totally secure cot.
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Great story please write more.
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Awesome story love it. Baby furniture now in his size and his boy bedroom now a girls nursery wonderful.
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DaraJaney,
Thank you for continuing the story. Baby Todd has lost control of his body functions, is now an unwilling internet adult baby model, and will have to endure wearing a wet and soon to be messy diaper until mother or Lucy care to change him. His embarrassment and humiliation are probably beyond description.
I'm among the ones looking forward to the next part of your story.
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Todd had many waking hours to consider his position. He was totally surrounded now by the pinks, whites and various pastel shades of his nursery décor. He was encased in his pink fleecy footed sleeper. The lace trim of his bonnet framed his view of everything.
He pinned the padded mittens under his arms and tugged desperately but they wouldn’t budge. He was fully immersed in pink and lacey femininity with no possibility of escape from his sleeper or his cot or his nursery. He could do nothing but suc-k on his pink soother for comfort and hug his soft Shirley Temple dolly.
By morning his nappy was well sodden and soiled. He lay back afraid to move in case it caused any leakage, desperately hoping for his morning change. The first thing he heard was the voice of his crush Marcia. He winced. He desperately wanted changing but not by her.
She came in with his mother. “Oh what a marvelous nursery for Baby Todd!” she enthused, looking around the room. Despite the state of his nappy, his member made an effort to enlarge, only to be thwarted as ever by the chastity device.
It was his mother who changed him in the end so he wondered why Marcia had come over. It turned out that the ladies had received more special requests via their ebay venture. People were asking about nanny uniforms. Marcia was going to model one for photos and videos.
Todd was strapped into his high-chair in the nursery when Marcia walked in. She was wearing a very prim and proper nanny uniform. The dress was navy and came well below the knee. She wore a starched white apron over it and black tights. She had very sensible black shoes on as well. Her hair was all pinned up under a tight white cap.
His mother took photos and videos of her feeding Todd a bottle in the high chair, standing over him supervising his play in the pen and locking him into his cot for an unwanted nap. Todd thought there was no accounting for what turned some people on but thankfully none of this did anything for him and his member made no futile attempt to respond.
He was in the pen playing with his letter blocks when Marcia walked in again. The soother almost dropped out of his mouth. She was wearing a tiny tight blue uniform that barely held in her well-presented bosom. As she walked across the room the short uniform rode up exposing the tops of her fishnet stockings and the suspender straps to which they were attached. She had a tiny white apron and a thin lace headband allowing her long hair to fall over her shoulders. She strode into the room wearing stilettos.
“How’s my little-wittle baby Todd?” she smooched, his mother following her in with the camera rolling. Marcia stood over his play-pen. From his seated vantage point he could see up her short dress and observe that she was wearing just a g-string. She looked down on him over the ample mounds of her breasts.
As if that wasn’t enough she leaned over him. He was already squirming as his member was quickly frustrated by his chastity. Marcia opened the side of his pen and motioned him to exit. He scrambled to his feet and waddled out. She walked sexily over to the high-chair and pulled the tray back. Todd climbed up into the chair and she locked the tray in place. She leaned right into him to pull the straps over his arms, leaving his nose hovering over the crevice between her breasts. He shut his eyes tightly and tried to think of something not sexy – his very messy nappy earlier.
Marcia took his baby bottle and held the teat pointedly right in front of her right nipple. The dark circles around her nipples peeked from her dress. “Do you want to suc-k on this?” she whispered. Todd’s knees pressed hard together in his pink tights as he cringed from the pressure in his chastity.
She prised his soother oh so slowly out of his mouth. And then replaced it with the teat of the bottle making sure that it was lined up perfectly with her own nipple in his line of sight. Todd suc-ked on the teat and wriggled in severe discomfort in the high chair.
After he had suc-ked a few times, she withdrew the teat and held it against her bosom before presenting it to him again. His mother moved around them capturing the scene from several angles.
Then he was put in the cot so Marcia could lean in over him and give him another close-up view. Then she turned around and picked something up off the floor so that her short dress rode up and presented her gorgeous bare bottom, the seams of her fishnet stockings running all the way from her suspenders to her stilettos.
Poor Todd was sweating with frustration by the time his mother thanked Marcia and went to leave with her camera. He tried to steady his breathing now that it was all over.
Before she exited the nursery she turned to Marcia again. “I’ll take these shots over to Mrs Hamilton’s but we have a few things to do with the ebay shop. Would you mind looking after Todd for the rest of the day?”
“Why sure thing!” Marcia confirmed and she sashayed over to Todd in the cot. “Would Baby Toddy-woddy like that?” His mother was sure she heard him whimper as she left the room.
Marcia transferred him to his play-pen. He tried to concentrate on his rattles and blocks but she insisted on kneeling right beside him and supervising his play, frequently leaning into the pen to pick things up and hand them to him.
Later she had to feed him a full baby bottle and spoon-feed him his lunch during which she held the bowl of pureed vegetables right in front of her cleavage. Todd was exhausted by the time his mother returned.
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Thank you for updating. Would you please have them hypnotise todd into being a baby that he has to fight off.
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Oh to have the woman of your dreams catch you in full baby attire. She sure seems to enjoy it, if they become a real item i get the feeling Todd will be baby todd all the time.
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Seems like Mom is encouraging sexy Marcia. Wonder why?
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“I think Baby needs changing”, Marcia told Todd’s Mum on her return. “Would you like me to see to it before I go?” she asked. Todd cringed. He didn’t want Marcia to see how his member was pushing the chastity device to its limits thanks to her sexy nanny uniform. “Would you dear? I still have one errand to run.”
Todd climbed up on the changing table desperately trying to think of something that would dampen his arrested arousal. He lay back. Marcia leaned in to remove his frilly nappy cover. Her breasts hovered in his view. They wobbled a little and threatened to pop out of her low cut nanny costume. She went over to place the nappy cover in the laundry basket. She leant over to open the lid and he was treated to another view of her lovely bum and her suspender straps stretching her fishnet stockings.
The process was repeated as she removed his pink tights and then the plastic pants. Then the nappy. Todd winced at the ceiling as his tackle was exposed in its tiny prison. “Ooh! Who’s a naughty baby!” Marcia took the chastity device in her hands. Todd twitched and groaned.
She examined once again how it was secured over his boy parts. She tugged at the ring that was closed behind his testicles and wiggled the hard plastic tube where it was locked to the ring. “Hmmm. I wonder if I could find the key and maybe give you a treat.” Todd’s eyes widened. The plastic could be almost heard straining against the forces within.
Marcia went around the room checking all the drawers and nooks and crannies. This involved a lot of bending over and reaching up all of which only increased Todd’s desire, not that he was able to feel anything other than dull pressure.
She left the room to search the rest of the house. Todd’s imagination ran riot. What would she do if she got it off? She said it would be a treat. He could think of several things, all of them only increasing the pressure on the plastic.
She returned bearing three small padlock keys. Todd’s breathing grew very heavy. He watched carefully as she leaned in to try the padlock. He wasn’t even distracted by the view down the front of her nanny uniform, his eyes were glued to the padlock.
The first one didn’t work. Nor did the second. “It must be this one”, Marcia announced confidently. She inserted it and turned. “Nah-hah.” She sighed. “Oh well.” She smiled at him. “It’s the thought that counts”, she told him as she went off to return the keys. “No it bloody isn’t!” he thought as he flopped back on the changing table gasping.
So instead of her playing with his neglected member she cleaned him with baby wipes. Instead of possibly pulling him off, she powdered his bottom. He had to be satisfied with a nice clean nappy, fresh plastic pants, snow white tights and lacey bloomers. “There you go! All done!” Marcia finished as if he should be happy with the outcome. No he wasn’t all done! He wasn’t done at all.
Meanwhile Mrs. Brown decided she could have a nice little earner on the side. Her idea was to produce and sell baby food for the larger babies who were the customers (or more often, victims) for their baby clothes and nursery furniture.
Of course she wanted to test her recipes on Todd. She had three Tupperware tubs of experimental recipes: spinach and broccoli; cabbage and turnip and parsnip mashed in prune juice. The camera rolled as she pushed a spoonful of pureed and sweetened spinach and broccoli into Todd’s mouth. He winced as he chewed the mixture. It wasn’t entirely pureed – there were stringy bits in it.
He braced himself as he prepared to swallow. It took a great deal of effort and tightly closed eyes to force it down. When he opened his eyes Mrs Brown already had another spoonful under his nose. He tried to pull away but was tightly strapped into his high-chair. She moved the spoon towards his mouth and he could see it would dribble down his face if he kept his mouth closed so he opened it a little and she pushed the spoonful in.
Todd wriggled in the high chair and kicked his pink legs in protest as the third spoonful was presented to him. This time he kept his mouth closed. The green mush dripped down his chin and onto his bib. “If you get a spot on your pretty dress you will be in big trouble!” his mother warned him.
Todd pouted but had to allow another spoonful in. Mrs Brown followed with the next one before he’d even had a chance to swallow. He fended it off with his mittened hand. “Right!” his mother reacted. She took the decorative ribbon at the wrist of his mitten and tied it to the arm of his high-chair. Mrs Brown did the same on the other side ensuring that Baby Todd’s hands were secured out of the way.
Todd kicked his legs in their pink tights in extra frustration. The ladies disappeared below the tray. They similarly took the pretty pink ribbons on his booties and secured his feet to the legs of the high chair.
They stood back. Todd continued to wriggle as much as the straps would allow but he was powerless to stop his continued feeding. When the next spoonful was held in front of his mouth he grimaced and opened wide.
His mother looked at the tub. “That’s quite a large helping.” “Well growing big babies need a lot of healthy nutrition.” “We’ll try the cabbage and turnip tomorrow shall we?” Todd whimpered as he swallowed the latest mouthful. His mother stopped the camera. “That video will be great to advertise our very effective mittens and booties too!”
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Even if there was a chance they honestly wanted Todd's help at the beginning that is long gone lol. Now they are finding new ways of making sure Todd and other sissy babies get what is coming to them
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A babyfood for sissybabies buisiness was quite the surprise well done :)
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Todd was playing happily in his play-pen in his nursery – well, as happily as he could with just rattles, dolls and letter blocks to play with. He was in his prettiest pink baby dress which was obviously the one that made his mummy happiest. So at least she was smiling as he looked up cutely through the frills of his bonnet and shook his rattle.
It was all going as well as could be under the very strange circ-umstances. He had just been changed and sat in the sweet perfume of his baby powder. Then the door opened and Mrs Hamilton pushed what looked like a large baby stroller into the nursery.
The reason it looked like a large baby stroller was because it was a baby stroller made especially large for Todd. He sighed heavily. Couldn’t they just leave him playing happily in his play-pen in his mummy’s favourite pink baby dress?
Lucy skipped into the room and opened the side of his play-pen while Mrs Hamilton positioned the stroller right beside it. “Look what we have!” his mother announced excitedly. Todd cringed and tried to ignore the invitation of the open pen and shook his rattle firmly.
But his mummy reached into the pen and pulled him to his feet. He could see them all smile as his petticoats ruffled just above his pink frilly nappy cover. He was guided to the stroller and made to sit in. His mummy made him lean forward as she pulled the straps over his arms and joined them together on his chest where they snapped shut. She pulled on the loose ends to tighten them firmly over his upper body.
“Lucy, would you get the other strap please?” Lucy reached under the front of the stroller where there was another strap dangling. She pulled it up as Todd looked on curiously suc-king on his soother. The front strap slotted into the bottom of the chest pad and clicked into place. Lucy pulled the strap tight. Todd looked down and wasn’t happy to see that the strap pulled his dress and petticoats up at the front and pinned them to his chest. He pawed at the straps and the chest pad where they all locked together but with the mittens strapped on his hands as always he could do nothing about it.
Mrs. Hamilton lifted one of his pink booties off the floor, swung a foot rest into place under it and pulled a strap around his ankle that was held in place with Velcro. She did the same on the other side and they stood back satisfied that Todd was safely strapped in. He wriggled and tried to move his legs but was indeed firmly held in place.
“Let’s take it for a test spin around the park”, his mother suggested. “Yay!” Lucy skipped excitedly out the door of the nursery. “Nnnnggghhh!” Todd increased his struggle against the straps but it was futile. He was wheeled out of the nursery and out to the hallway where they stopped.
“I’ll get his changing bag. Lucy will you fetch his baby bottle?” Todd was left facing the hallway mirror. He could now see that with his dress and petticoats pinned up at the front his pink frilly nappy cover was in full view as it stretched over his thick nappy. His legs in their pink tights were strapped well apart further enhancing the display.
Todd desperately whimpered through his soother and twisted and turned as much as the straps would allow but the others just continued about their preparations unconcerned about his protests. His mother swung the changing bag over her shoulder. Lucy produced his bottle and tucked it into the net pocket of the bag. Todd cringed. Everyone would see that he was wearing a thick nappy under his frilly pink dress and that he was actually using the nappy and being fed from a baby bottle.
Mrs Hamilton appeared in front of him with a large dolly and tucked it under his arm. “Now we are all set.” She opened the door and Todd looked out at the street in panic. He was pushed out the door and down the driveway.
Lucy skipped in front of his stroller, stopping regularly to look back and savour the sight of her big brother in his pink baby dress, bonnet, tights and booties, displaying his frilly nappy cover to all comers as he suc-ked hard on his soother and clutched his dolly tightly.
They inevitably met a few neighbours before reaching the park. “Do you like Baby Todd’s new stroller?” Lucy asked. “My goodness! Who’s a lucky baby then?!” Todd cringed thinking he was certainly the unluckiest teenage boy.
When they got to the park he assumed that they would head for the playground and duck pond but they took the other fork in the path. Todd looked at the football pitches a few hundred yards away. He started to panic even more. The other boys in his class might well be playing there around this time of day!
There were certainly a dozen boys kicking a ball around. As they got closer he started to recognize that they were indeed from his class. He started to struggle and whimper in his stroller again. His mother and Mrs Hamilton chatted away happily ignoring him while Lucy continued to skip ahead.
He was dreading the moment when his friends would see him. He was surprised that they hadn’t already noticed. He must have been quite a sight. The play was down the far end of the pitch alright and perhaps the large size of the stroller wasn’t obvious from their distance but he knew it was only a matter of time.
The ball was kicked away from the goal at the far end and the boys charged after it. Todd was pushed almost to pitch side. Inevitably the large pink frilly baby caught their eyes and the ball trundled unnoticed into the other goal.
Todd cringed like he had never cringed before. They started to trot towards him. They were all in football shirts, shorts and boots. Most of them had taken a tumble at some stage and their gear was mud splattered. Todd knew that he should be out there with them running after the ball and getting good and dirty.
Instead he was squirming in his frilly pink baby dress, mortified at his bonnet and pink tights, firmly strapped into his stroller, forgetting that he was suc-king hard on his soother and clutching a dolly – it had become so normal for him now.
The boys were laughing incredulously as they trotted over. They had heard about Todd from the girls in his class who had babysat him but couldn’t really believe what they had been told until they could see it now with their own eyes.
Todd’s twisting and turning in the stroller stopped suddenly as he felt the familiar warmth of his pee spread around his nappy. He sighed heavily. This was all he needed. He didn’t dare move now as an enormous quantity of pee continued to saturate his nappy. He was terrified that any movement might cause his nappy to shift and leak, showing telltale wet patches on his pink tights.
“Unbelievable!” one of the boy’s uttered as they stood in front of Todd seeing that the rumours were entirely true. Another looked at the changing bag. “He’s really using his nappies!” Todd cringed. If he only knew how currently true that was! They were mostly speechless – standing there shaking their heads, taking in the full sight from his pink fleecy booties to his lace-trimmed bonnet.
They could see that he was strapped into the stroller but he seemed to be quite content to suc-k on a soother and hold a sissy dolly. They shook their heads and looked at each other in disbelief before eventually running off back onto the pitch to continue their game.
Todd felt a little relief as they ran off. Then he felt the wheel lock being applied on his stroller. “Why don’t you have your bottle while you watch them play?” his mother suggested. Todd cringed yet again but Lucy was taking his baby bottle from the changing bag and she popped his soother out and pushed the teat in.
He knew that the only thing for it was to finish his bottle as quickly as possible so he started suc-king quickly. As the boys ran past after the ball they just shook their heads again in disbelief as Todd fed seemingly happily from his bottle.
His mummy knelt in front of his stroller. “Is your nappy wet?” He winced. “I thought it might be”, she smiled presuming correctly that he would have wet himself when the boys saw him. “We’ll get you changed once you’ve finished your bottle. There’s a baby changing station in the public toilets attached to the dressing rooms.
Todd winced and tried to kick his pink legs in protest but they were of course firmly strapped to the stroller. Why couldn’t they just take him home to change him? He was almost finished his bottle when the boys decided they had had enough and trotted off to the dressing rooms.
Lucy took his empty baby bottle and the wheels were unlocked on his stroller. His mummy pushed him towards the dressing rooms. He couldn’t believe it. The boys were now going to see that he had wet himself and needed changing.
He had given up the struggle. He just sat there clutching his dolly with his soother back in his mouth as he was wheeled in the door of the building. They went in the corridor. There were two doors opposite each other. One had a sign “Boy’s changing rooms”. The other had a sign “Baby changing room”. His mother stopped the stroller while Lucy pushed the door to the baby changing room open. Todd could see the boys through their door, peeling off their muddy shirts.
“Look! The big sissy baby has wet his nappy!” They all looked out the door. Todd couldn’t do anything to deny it. He needed his soggy nappy off. He suddenly felt sick as the boys laughed at him. There was a burst of flatulence. Todd started blubbering as a very liquid poo squirted noisily into his nappy.
The boys were beside themselves now. Todd cried as clutched his dolly even tighter and almost swallowed his soother. His mummy pushed him in the door of the baby changing room as he clearly needed urgent attention.
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Whether the sissy admits it or not, he will come to realize that it is best for sissies and sissies love to be humiliated. So our sissy baby is getting use to everything faster then most of us sissies. Love the story
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DaraJaney,
Thank you for the latest part of your story. Baby Todd is suffering the greatest humiliation of his life so far, and it's far from over yet.
Will the door to the baby changing room be "accidentally" left open so his male classmates see him changed out of his wet, messy, stinky nappy?
I'm eagerly waiting to read the next part.
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Another unforgettable scene of helpless humiliation. You are incredible, Dara Janey!
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Marcia was spoon-feeding Todd a jar of cabbage and turnip when his mother walked into the nursery with Lucy behind her in her brand new first school uniform. “Oh how smart!” Marcia reacted, shoveling another spoonful of cabbage and turnip into Todd’s mouth just moments after he had winced and swallowed the last spoonful. “Those trousers are a good fit.” Lucy proudly turned around so everyone could admire her new uniform.
Todd whimpered from his high-chair wondering what was in store for him now that school was back on Monday. His mother had said he would be kept as a baby over the summer holidays.
His mother looked over at him. “So are you looking forward to going back to school?” Todd wasn’t sure how to answer. He desperately wanted to be out of his nappies and baby dresses and this darn nursery but he knew only too well the reception waiting for him from his school-mates – especially his football playing friends who had just witnessed him soiling his nappy.
“We should be able to find you a pair of trousers big enough to go over your nappy”, his mother told him. Marcia snorted at the idea. Todd whimpered at the suggestion and shook his rattle crossly.
“Don’t want to go to school in a nappy?” his mother asked. Todd shook his head firmly before having to accept the last spoonful of cabbage and turnip. “Well that’s ok then”, she responded quite reasonably. Marcia pushed his soother back in just before his mother continued. “You will stay here at home with mummy in your nursery.” “Nnngggghhhh!” Todd kicked his legs in their pink tights and shook his rattle harder. His mother and Marcia just smiled patiently at his little tantrum.
“I’ll call the Headteacher and tell him you are taking a gap year”, his mother told him, heading out to the phone. “Nnngggghhh!” But Todd’s whimpers where cut short and he looked down in frustration. “Oh Baby has wet himself”, Marcia said with mock sadness. “Definitely better off here in your nursery”, she concluded.
Todd started blubbering. Of course he wet himself. He had just been told he was going to be kept as a sissy baby girl for the next year in nappies, frilly dresses, bonnets, tights, booties and confined to his girly nursery! But his mummy went off to make the phone call and Marcia took his plastic bowl and spoon to the kitchen leaving Lucy smiling up at him in her new school uniform.
On Monday morning Todd’s high-chair was moved into the kitchen so his mother could give him his bottle while packing Lucy’s school lunch. The doorbell rang. It was Marcia calling to walk Lucy to school.
Marcia walked in wearing her short pleated school skirt. The top three buttons on her blouse were undone giving a glimpse of the lace trim on her bra. Todd’s member made a valiant attempt to react but his chastity ensured that he could feel no arousal.
“Will I finish that for you?” she asked his mother, offering to take Todd’s bottle. “Thank you!” His mother went off to check Lucy’s uniform. Marcia smiled sweetly at Todd as she pushed the teat into his mouth. She grinned as he could hardly take his eyes off the top of her cleavage.
“All done!” she announced after another minute. “Could you let Baby out of his high-chair?” his mother asked. Marcia duly obliged by unclipping his straps and swinging the tray out of the way.
As Marcia walked in front of him in her high-heeled shoes he recalled fondly walking to school behind her praying for a gust of wind to give him a flash of her panties. She turned and knelt before him. “That’s a pretty dress!” she told him, smoothing his petticoats under his yellow dress and its white lacey pinafore. She straightened his bonnet. Then she tugged the frilly lace on his yellow nappy cover. “I think you have a much prettier selection of underwear that I have now”, she teased him knowingly.
Marcia and Lucy went out the door. “Now let’s get you into your play-pen!” his mother told him brightly. He could see all the other children walking down the street towards school as he waddled back to his nursery suc-king hard on his soother, feeling the need to hug his favourite dolly.
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After a full school yr in nappies and baby dresses the sissy baby may not be able to be potty trained for school next yr. Oh dear what skills does a sissy baby need except wetting and pooping its nappies lol
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Oh wow. Stuck at home as a helpless baby girl while sister starts school...in trousers no less.
“That’s a pretty dress!” she told him, smoothing his petticoats under his yellow dress and its white lacey pinafore. She straightened his bonnet. Then she tugged the frilly lace on his yellow nappy cover. “I think you have a much prettier selection of underwear that I have now”, she teased him knowingly.
Just perfect.
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Outstanding story Dara Janey! Imagine a teenage boy allowing himself to be treated as sissy baby girl. Only a sissiest of sissies would submit to this treatment, especially at the hands of his would-be girl friend. What else can befall our hapless wimp? Can't wait to find out.
Todd would make a great training subject for any class in home care studies. Of course, in this age of equality, both girls and boys would take such a class. Imagine the boys' embarrassment from having to care for Todd in the presence of the girls and the subtle implication that a similar fate could await them if they cross their female peers. :-* :-[
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DaraJaney,
Thank you for the most recent part.
Now baby Todd will have at least a whole year of continued torture of being a sissy girl baby, watching his little sister go off to school every day wearing trousers and being teased by Marcia.
As time goes on and his hair grows longer, will Todd's modeling career extend to being the recipient of hair coloring to blonde, having it permed into ringlets and tied up in pretty ribbons? Will Todd's ears be pierced and he will be wearing the sissiest earrings? Will mother, sister and Marcia put makeup and lipstick on Todd all of the time?
With all of those upgrades, the walks in the stroller past the school right when classes are dismissed for the day should have Todd crying, wetting, and pooping each and every time, to the point that control of bladder, bowels, and emotions will be lost forever.
With the continued success of the mother's ABDL business, she might be able to afford to have Todd in daycare (even more exquisite humiliation).
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Todd’s mummy told him she had to go to the city for the day and because the babysitters were all back at school a friend of hers at the local crèche had agreed to take him. Todd cringed. More people to see him as a sissy baby!
His whimpers were ignored as he was strapped into his reins for the walk to the crèche. The building was next to Lucy’s primary school but thankfully all the children were safely in class when Todd and his mummy arrived.
Naturally he had been dressed in his prettiest pink baby dress, matching bonnet, frilly nappy cover, pink tights and booties for his day at the crèche. The ladies loved his outfit. “Shall we take his bonnet off indoors?” one asked. “I think we should leave it on as it really completes his cute look”, another responded and they all agreed as Todd just stood there suc-king on his soother.
“Here is his changing bag”, his mother interjected. “You do know he is wearing old-fashioned cloth nappies don’t you?” “Oh yes”, the ladies giggled. “That’s not a problem.” They looked at his mittens. “So Baby Todd will need spoon-feeding?” “Yes. Oh there are some of his rattles and blocks in the bag too for him to play with.”
“I think we’ll put him in with our one-year olds”, the lady in charge suggested. “That would be about right”, his mother agreed. Todd looked downcast as he was led towards the one-year olds’ room. “Be good Baby!” his mother called out.
When he was led into the room all eyes turned on him. If his size wasn’t enough to attract notice his pink frilly baby dress and flouncing petticoats totally stood out. He saw one little girl in a plain dress but all others were in trousers. Eyes quickly went from his dress to his frilly nappy cover and the obvious bulge of a nappy on the teenage-size child.
“This is Baby Todd”, the lady announced causing further puzzled looks. The grown-ups had clearly been warned to expect a teenage boy in a baby dress and nappy and just grinned broadly. The babies may have been only one-year-old or so but they knew something was unusual. Giggles broke out and babies pointed at him. “I know that a boy in a dress is unusual but we accept all diversity nowadays”, the lady announced – not that the real babies understood.
Todd was directed to sit in a vacant spot on the floor. His specially large rattles and blocks were fetched from his changing bag. A rattle was pushed onto his mittened hand and he duly shook it to satisfy the on-looking ladies.
So everyone went back to their business and Todd sighed heavily as he contemplated a day amongst these real babies sitting there in his pink dress, his pink legs stretching out before him and his view as ever framed by the lace on his bonnet.
The first break in the monotony came at feeding time. Two high-chairs were rolled into the room. Then a particularly large one was wheeled in. “Your mummy has supplied us with one of their special high-chairs due for sale soon.” Todd cringed. His high-chair was placed between the others and he was strapped in. Two real babies were placed in the chairs either side.
“You can hold your own bottle can’t you?” the lady asked Todd, holding his specially large baby bottle. Todd nodded and spat out his soother. He took the bottle between both mittens and started suc-king on it. “Good baby.”
As he suc-ked he was very conscious of how he must have stood out in his bigger high-chair, his frilly bonnet, pink dress with its petticoats billowing, his frilly nappy cover showing below and his long pink legs dangling in mid air. The real babies either side in their sweaters and trousers giggled as they looked at him.
He finished the bottle as quickly as he could but had more to drink and the real babies were already being spoon-fed. When he finished his bottle, a lady produced a large jar of their patented spinach and broccoli goo. He sighed but had no option but to accept being fed the concoction. When he winced the lady said “oh does Baby not like it? But it’s so good for you” as she pushed another spoonful in.
The babies either side were rotated and the new babies started their bottles. When Todd was spoon-fed the last of the large jar there was no need to move him as nobody else needed his special chair.
He twisted and wriggled as much as the straps would allow hoping to be let out but the ladies were busy with the real babies. He just pushed his soother back in and suc-ked on it for comfort.
When one lady finally realized his boredom she came over. “Would you like one of your toys?” Todd nodded. She fetched one of his rattles and pushed it onto his mitten. “There!” Todd still looked despondent. He wanted out of the prominent high-chair. But she looked at him expectantly. He shook the rattle and she seemed happy and went off.
He looked down and a little girl on the floor reached up and shook her rattle in his direction. He shook his rattle back at her. She giggled and shook hers again. Todd duly responded. She giggled again and shook her rattle harder.
Todd knew from experience that babies could get endless entertainment from something stupid like this and it could go on for hours. The ladies seemed pleased with the ‘rapport’ he had struck up so he continued.
Eventually the little girl got tired of it and crawled away. Todd actually frowned now finding he had nobody to play with. “Oh look!” A lady pointed to the window. “The primary school children are out playing in the yard. Your sister is there isn’t she?”
She proceeded to push Todd’s high-chair towards the window. “Maybe you can see her.” Todd whimpered and struggled in the high-chair. He didn’t want to be placed in full view of the children in the primary school. But there was no stopping her. The lady pushed his high-chair right up to the window and locked the wheels.
It wasn’t long before children spotted the teenage boy in the big high-chair wearing the frilly pink dress, bonnet and pink tights. A crowd gathered at the fence, laughing and pointing. Lucy pushed her way to the front of it. He could see her pointed at him and talking to the other children. Presumably letting them know that this was her fourteen-year old brother, because their amusement only seemed to increase.
Todd felt that familiar warm feeling around his nappy as he wet himself. His whimpering instinctively increased. He thought it would at least get him away from the window if he needed changing. He looked at the lady and pointed at his nappy as discretely as he could. “Oh dear, are we wet?” Todd nodded. “We had better get you changed then.” Todd was relieved that he would be taken away from the window.
The lady fetched his changing bag. To his chagrin she held it up to the children to explain that she needed to take him away to get his nappy changed. The children burst out into raucous laughter. Todd was crying now as he was let out of his high-chair and led away to have his nappy changed.
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DaraJaney,
Thank you so much for this latest chapter. You really hit the points I covered in my previous reply and took them to an even higher level!
Now at the creche he is the largest and frilliest baby by far, stuck with the one year olds and even they are laughing at him!
To top it all off, he was put on display to the entire elementary school and his little sister identified him for their further amusement.
The real icing on the cake is now the whole elmentary school now knows that not only does Todd dress like a baby, but he really uses the diapers he wears.
This opens up a lot of possibiliuties for further embarrasment for baby Todd.
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As Todd was led away to be changed many of the ladies in the crèche asked if they could help. They all wanted to see the teenage boy having his old-style cloth nappy changed. But they couldn’t leave their little charges so had to take it in turns.
Todd was too big for their changing station so lay down on a towel on the floor. “Hold back your petticoats there while I remove your frilly panties and tights.” Todd suc-ked hard on his soother and looked up at the ceiling, clutching his petticoats as his nappy cover was removed and then his tights. Another lady came in and peeled off his wet plastic pants and then unpinned his soggy nappy. There was another rotation and another lady cleaned him with baby wipes. She had to handle his chastity but so far all of the ladies had been mercifully middle aged and not especially attractive to Todd. The next to come in was much younger, must still have been a teenager, and she giggled on seeing his member all locked up.
Todd cringed. His pen-is started growing. “Oh look!” she sniggered and held his chastity in her hands only making things worse. The other lady grinned as she saw his attempt at an erection. “Nnnngggghh!” Todd gurgled as his member hit its limits before he could feel any proper arousal. The girl giggled again at the sight of his pen-is pressing desperately on the hard plastic. “Baby Todd obviously likes you! Just as well his mummy has him under control!”
Todd just cringed through the rest of his changing and was relieved when his tackle was safely covered by his nappy, then the plastic pants, then his pink tights and frilly nappy cover. “There we are, all nicely tucked away”, she said as she patted the front of his nappy causing Todd to squirm again.
In the early afternoon the first mothers arrived to pick up their kiddies. Their eyes immediately went to the big pink baby sat in the middle of the room playing with blocks. “This is Baby Todd!” Eyebrows raised. “Todd?” “Yes isn’t he lucky to have such a pretty baby dress? Todd, show us your lovely frilly nappy cover.” Todd winced but rolled over on his knees to crawl away from the ladies and reveal his lovely pink frilly bottom.
“How old is he?” the lady asked incredulously. Todd was sitting on his thickly nappied bottom again. “Fourteen I think, is that right?” Todd nodded glumly. “But really needs to wear nappies because he has no control. Wet himself in his high-chair without warning this morning.” Todd suc-ked hard on his soother.
He was really glad to see his mother when she arrived. He was happy to be strapped into his reins for once. At the gate he turned for home but was pulled back. “No it’s letting out time at the school. I’m picking up Lucy as well.” Todd wanted to cry as he was pulled towards the gate of the primary school.
There were lots of mums waiting. “Where did you get a baby dress that size?” one asked. “Oh it’s specially made for him.” “Him?” Todd’s shoulders slouched. Here we go again. He tried to use the brim of his bonnet to hide his reddening cheeks. “He’s got a fine selection of baby dresses now.”
A bell rang in the school. Todd flinched. He could hear the growing din of chattering children getting closer. He flooded his nappy again. He desperately tried to hide the fact that he was wetting himself.
Children ran out the gate and stopped and gawped at the big boy in the pink baby dress and nappy. They all knew now that it was a boy. “Mummy! Look at the big baby boy in the frilly dress!” “I know. Isn’t he really pretty in that bonnet?” Todd was still wetting himself. Where was all the pee coming from, he wondered. He was sure it was going to leak and produce an obvious wet patch on his pink tights.
Of course Lucy was one of the last out so the entire school had emptied out while Todd was standing there. She was chatting with her teacher. “So this is your big baby brother!” Lucy was grinning proudly. “I see he was in the crèche today. Why don’t you leave him with us next time?” she suggested. Todd frowned. “Our class would be happy to look after him, wouldn’t they Lucy?” “Oh yes!” “We’ll take you up on that”, his mother told them. She tugged on Todd’s reins and he finally got to head home. She walked quite fast and normally he would be keen to get away as quickly as possible but pee was sloshing dangerously about in his plastic pants. But if he tugged back and tried to walk more carefully his mother would be sure to know that he had wet his nappy and then everyone would know. He had to waddle along quickly and hope for the best.
They’d gone about twenty yards when Lucy went “Mummy there’s a dark patch on Baby’s tights!” Todd cringed. His mother stopped and knelt in front of him. He couldn’t see below his petticoats. Lots of children and their mums stopped to see what was up.
“Oh dear, you’ve wet your nappy again and now it’s leaking onto your tights!” she announced loudly. “Why didn’t you tell me you were wet?” All the children around were laughing. Their mums knew it was wrong to but could barely suppress their amusement at the teenage boy in the big frilly baby dress with a growing damp patch on his pink tights.
His mother dragged him back into the crèche. “I’m sorry but we need to change Todd again.” The young lady smiled at him. “No problem, come along sweetie.” Todd winced as his member started to grow despite the hugely humiliating position he was now in. All the babies looking on as he was brought off to have his nappy changed again.
“Oh dear, your tights are soaked!” she noticed. “Don’t worry, we have a clean pair in his changing bag”, his mother reassured them. As if that’s what was worrying him – that he wouldn’t be able to walk home wearing pink tights!
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This is an epic story Dara Janey. Thank you so much. It seems that Todd's mother has to constantly deal with leaks. Wouldn't it be easier for her to double or even triple diaper Todd. If he can't waddle fast enough in the reins she can always employ the new stroller. That's the beauty of cloth diapers, if more absorbancy is needed, just add another.
Earlier in the story when Todd's Mother and Mrs. Hamilton began the their new business, there was mention of a mother who was planning to treat her bratty teenage son the same as Todd. Also, throughout the story there have been many mothers apparently intrigued by Todd's baby punishment. I wonder if any of the mothers ordering from the new business or any of the mothers coming into contact with Todd might subject their sons to baby punishment and arrange for play dates with Todd. In addition, the creche could expand its business specializing in minding big babies. Wonder where the story will go?
Sorry for the long commentary but just love the story.
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DaraJaney,
Now that you wrote your trademark phrase about pee sloshing in Baby Todd's plastic pants, I officially declare this story a Dara Janey classic!
I think that Baby Todd's fear of his nappy leaking and showing a wet spot on his tights really heightens his insecurity. Which humiliation to choose - either indicate that his nappy is wet, or hope that it doesn't leak this time and have someone else announce it to the world?
Will little sister Lucy be walking Baby Todd to her primary school, holding the reins and reminding him that she is the one wearing the pants and they are dry?
Is the primary school in the same direction as the school for the upper grades, and do they have the same starting and ending times? This would open up a lot of possibilities for teasing in both directions.
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Todd was strapped into his high-chair waiting for lunch when Mrs Brown arrived. “We have a new food for you to try”, she told him. Todd sighed heavily wondering what revolting concoction of root vegetables they had come up with this time.
“We’ve had a lot of customers ask if we could produce a formula for older babies. One that would supply the dietary requirements of an older baby all in one bottle so that their babies could be fed nothing but the formula and remain healthy.”
Todd looked puzzled as she took from her bag a large baby bottle with an off-white liquid inside. “So can we feed Baby Todd nothing but this formula for a month so we can then do blood tests and make sure that it is delivering all the necessary nutrients?” “Absolutely we’d be delighted to be part of your trial, wouldn’t we?” his mother didn’t really ask Todd as she took the large bottle.
“The portions need to be quite large of course for our big baby”, Mrs Brown explained the large baby bottle. “Of course”, his mother removed his soother and replaced it with the bottle of formula. Todd started suc-king obediently and the thick liquid filled his mouth. He swallowed and noted that there was practically no taste which in itself was disturbing. At least it was better than the horrid baby foods they had devised.
His mother left him holding his bottle as he continued to suc-k. The formula filled him up alright but there was little pleasure in it. His mother eventually took the empty bottle and replaced his soother. “So absolutely nothing but formula for a month”, she confirmed. “Nnngggghh!” Todd protested. The ladies just walked away and discussed the ingredients, ignoring Todd squirming and kicking his legs in his high-chair in protest.
On Sunday his mother insisted on a pleasant family meal together so he sat strapped into his high-chair positioned alongside the dinner table. His mother and Lucy sat digging in to their roast chicken and gravy while Todd suc-ked unhappily on his tasteless formula. A few pitiful whimpers emitted from him every now and again as the smell of the chicken got the better of him.
Lucy cut off a small piece of chicken. “Mummy can I give Baby Todd just a little a taste?” His mouth immediately watered at the prospect and he looked desperately at his mummy. “No dear. That’s very kind of you but you know he mustn’t have anything but formula for the whole month.” “Nnnggggh!” Lucy shrugged and popped the chicken into her own mouth. “Only three weeks to go!” Todd sighed and continued suc-king on his formula.
The next day his mummy took Lucy’s teacher up on her offer to look after him for a day. Todd wanted to cry as his mummy fluffed out the petticoats on his pink dress, made sure his frilly nappy cover was pulled up straight over his pink tights and adjusted his bonnet. “They are going to love you!” Todd suc-ked hard on his soother as he was strapped into his reins.
They must have been at the school gates for fifteen minutes as lots of mums wanted to admire his baby outfit. “And he really uses his nappies?” “Oh he has to wear them now, he has lost his control.” Todd squirmed in his tights actually desperate to get into the school now and away from this attention.
Lucy tugged him still on his reins into her classroom. Most of the children roared laughing as Todd futilely tried to push his petticoats down as much as he could. One puzzled girl asked “why is your big brother wearing a nappy and dressed like a baby girl?”
“Naughty Todd made fun of me when I had to wear training pants so my mummy put him in nappies as a punishment.” He could tell from the children’s reaction that they thought that was fitting. “And your neighbours thought he looked cute in frilly dresses and have kept him supplied since, isn’t that right”, her teacher added. Lucy nodded enthusiastically.
Todd relaxed a little as the humiliating explanation appeared to be over. “Of course, he needs to wear nappies now because he can’t control any more.” Todd cringed. The children all laughed. He started wetting his nappy.
He was led to the play-pen set up at the top of the room and pushed in. He was terrified that the pee sloshing round in his nappy would squirt out when he sat down and did so very carefully. But Lucy knew the signs. “Oh he’s wet his nappy already!” All eyes turned on him. “Oh dear”, the teacher came over.
“He only just had his nappy changed his morning”, Lucy told them all. “I can’t believe he has wet himself already!” The class laughed louder. Todd started crying. “Oh there, there, we’ll get you changed”, the teacher tried to sooth him.
She let him out of the play-pen and fetched his changing bag. “How many nappies did your mother provide do you know?” “He usually needs about four changes a day”, Lucy explained, “one after each bottle of formula.” The teacher rummaged in the bag. “Only two here, I supposed she thought that would be enough. Let’s hope.”
Todd waddled towards the door, sniffling and suc-king hard on his soother as the children laughed. “Take him to the nurse will you?” the teacher asked Lucy as she handed her his changing bag.
“I bet these children have never seen an old-style pinned-on nappy before. We must show them later”, she added. Todd’s eyes-widened. “Hhnnngg?”
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thank you for the continuing the story, love how baby Todd getting all the humiliation. From a sissy baby point of view if they could come up with a formula for us bigger babies that be awesome
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Starting to feel a bit sorry for Tom. How much trouble did he really cause all the girls in the neighborhood? Wonder if he's becoming a permanent baby? Hope he gets some friends soon so he's not the sole focus of all the humiliation. Must be a lonely existence.
Also, wouldn't Mrs. Brown and his Mom want his input on the formula in addition to its nutritional value? Even baby formula is meant to appeal to a baby's taste. I don't believe potential customers would want a formula that is totally unappealing to their big babies.
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If I were Tom, I'd burst into tears, spit the dummy and ask why his mother didn't love him :(
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I admit I'm very curious about if Todd will be able to even return to any semblance of maturity at any point. After a month of a liquids only diet, Todd might find it more difficult than he expects to eat solid foods. Thankfully, those around him already have plenty of soft purées to keep him fed.
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When Todd was returned to the classroom by the nurse, the teacher took him to the top of the room. “Now children all gather around Baby Todd.” Todd sniffled as he suc-ked hard on his soother, unhappy being the centre of attention.
“Now Baby Todd, hold your petticoats up please so that everyone can see your nappy properly.” There was a whimper of protest from Todd but he obediently held his petticoats up as the children started tittering.
The teacher knelt down and found the elastic on his frilly nappy cover and tugged it down around his ankles. The she reached inside the elastic of his pink tights and pulled them down around his knees to more whimpering from Todd.
“Now see Baby Todd’s old-fashioned nappy”, she ran the palm of her hand over the front of his plastic pants, causing a stirring in his chastity device. At least he could be sure nothing would show of it as his member was frustrated again by the hard plastic tube without being able to feel any proper arousal.
The children all looked closely as she pointed out the nappy pins and how the elasticated legs and waist would hold in the wet. Todd suc-ked hard on his dummy as he stood in the middle of the ring of children still holding his petticoats up with his nappy cover around his ankles and his pink tights around his knees. He felt a trickle of pee into his nappy. Oh surely there wasn’t any more left to pee!
He cringed hoping that the dribble would not have a noticeable effect. He couldn’t see for himself beneath his petticoats. He could just feel the warm patch beneath his chastity device. He was so relieved when the teacher pulled his pink tights up. He’d never been so glad to be wearing them. Then his frilly nappy cover was restored and he was able to lower his petticoats and waddle eagerly towards his play-pen away from the centre of attention.
“Now children, I want you to take the crayons and draw a picture of a house.” Todd gratefully took up a rattle and shook it. Each child took a sheet of paper and some crayons. Todd watched through the bars of his play-pen as they concentrated on their difficult task. Initially he thought, dumb kids can barely draw. Then he looked at the rattle stuck on over his mitten and down at the letter blocks in his pen and remembered that he would actually love to be able to draw right now. He sighed as he watched a four-year-old draw what was supposed to be the straight line of a rooftop.
The teacher noticed. “Would Baby Todd like to try to draw?” He looked up as she dropped a couple of thick crayons and sheet of paper into his play-pen. Todd shook off the rattle, got on his knees and tried to pick up a crayon between his mittens. There was giggling behind him, presumably from whatever children were now getting a full view of the frills on the bulging seat of his nappy cover.
He ignored them and tried to flatten the sheet of paper on the floor of his pen. He pushed a crayon along the sheet. Since both mittened hands were required to hold the crayon, he could not hold the paper too. So it moved as he pushed the crayon along, making it impossible for him to draw a straight line.
Todd frowned and tried another line across the top. He just ended up with two squiggles on the page. The teacher was now holding up some examples of the children’s work. “Well done Mike!” She held up his basic line drawing of a house with a window. She pinned it to the board at the top of the class and wrote Mike’s name on it.
“Very good Lucy!” His sister’s attempt was pinned up next to Mike’s and her name added. Each child’s example was pinned up and labelled. Each one had managed something approximating to walls and a roof, some even a chimney.
The teacher looked down at Todd’s page which now contained four seemingly random squiggly lines. “Oh look at Baby Todd’s drawing!” Todd was mortified as she showed his pathetic attempt to the class. He held his mittened hands up hoping they would understand. “Didn’t Baby Todd do well?” They children giggled. Todd reached up to take the page back but the teacher went to pin it up beside the others. Todd cringed as she wrote Baby Todd on his page.
Everyone who came into the class was shown the examples of drawing, making suitably encouraging noises about the children’s efforts, grinning broadly at Baby Todd’s attempt and looking down at him in his pink dress in the play-pen and saying something like ‘very good effort!’ Todd could only smile ruefully at the fake praise.
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Always an excellent story teller and always much appreciated
Thank you Dara
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Another great addition to the story. It never gets easy for baby Todd, does it?
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Love it with the mittens on baby todd can only draw like a baby the humilation continues love it
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“We’ve made so much money on the baby clothes, furniture and food, we can afford to take a holiday”, Todd’s mummy announced. She was going to take a Mediterranean holiday with her lady business partners. “Of course, we couldn’t take you with us in your state”, she told him, smiling at his pink baby dress and looking down at his thick nappy. She imagined him waddling through security check at an airport. Todd frowned. They wouldn’t be making all this money without him but he wasn’t getting a holiday.
“We’re going away for the school mid-term so that the girls from the babysitters club can take care of you”, she told him. Todd cringed. A whole week having his nappy changed and being dressed and bottle-fed by the girls from his school.
It was Halloween week as well and the girls decided to have a costume party in Todd’s house. They could wear much more risqué outfits if they had the party there than in one of their parent’s houses.
After giving Todd his midday bottle Marcia told him she was going to change into her costume. She returned wearing a sexy Bo Peep costume. The very short skirt was puffed out by petticoats, the neckline plunged as far as it decently could. She wore thigh-high white stockings with pink bows and tottered in wearing stiletto heels.
She minced over to Todd sitting in his play pen and posed in her costume for him to admire her. From his position on the floor he could see up her petticoats that she was wearing pink pettipants.
Todd’s member began its futile attempt to enlarge while Marcia pranced around the room, bending over suggestively so he could see the full glory of her pettipants. “You like?” she asked. “You must do, you’re wearing something similar yourself!” she tittered.
Her friends started to arrive. There were not enough rooms for them all to change in so Marcia sent four girls into Todd’s nursery to change. The girls looked at Todd dubiously sitting in his play-pen suc-king on his soother. “Don’t worry, Baby Todd can’t get any arousal”, Marcia assured them.
The girls relaxed and started to undress. The chastity device did its job and Todd squirmed as the girls stripped to their underwear. One slipped on a French Maid’s dress and started pulling fishnet stockings up her legs. Another was a sexy nurse with a tight dress that wasn’t long enough to hide her red panties.
The maid checked her outfit in the mirror. She turned her back to the mirror and bent over to expose the black and white frills on her knickers. She picked up a feather duster and scampered over to the play-pen in her high heels. She tickled Todd’s nose with her feather duster and giggled.
Todd didn’t know where to look. Half-naked girls on all sides. His member was numb pressing against his chastity for so long.
Marcia returned. She was holding a lamb costume. She walked over the play-pen. “You won’t miss out on the fun”, she told Todd as she opened the gate to his pen. He cringed. The fluffy white onesie had pink trimmings. The girls removed his baby dress, bonnet, tights and botties and made him step into the onesie. The buttoned it up the back. Marcia pulled the hood up over his head where it fitted snuggly with pink ears sticking out. The girls all giggled. “So cute!”
Marcia fetched Todd’s pink reins and fitted them on him. Then she made him crawl along as she held the lead and flounced along in her sexy Bo Peep outfit. If Todd looked up from his crawling position he could see right up her dress.
“Let’s feed the baby lamb”, Marcia suggested and someone fetched a bottle of formula. Marcia made Todd sit on her lap and lie back a little. He suc-ked on his soother looking right into her cleavage. His poor member struggled again. It didn’t help when his bottle arrived and he started suc-king right next to Marcia’s nipple, barely contained by her top. Todd shifted uneasily as his member increased the pressure even more. But for all his suc-king on the teat with Marcia’s bosom right there, he could feel no arousal. He just felt like a little sissy baby lamb. Marcia tweaked his pink ears playfully.
Todd still kept his normal bedtime and was shut into his cot with the party in full swing outside the nursery. He couldn’t get the images of the girls in their sexy costumes and undies out of his head so lay curled up with his member still fighting pointlessly against the hard little tube.
The door burst open and a couple entered the dark room and giggled. Todd looked out through the bars of his cot. It was Marcia. A guy was all hands on deck with her. Her boobs had slipped out of her costume.
“Not in here!” Marcia pleaded but Todd could see the boy press down on her shoulders until she was kneeling. “We really sh …ungh ungh ungh.” Todd wondered what had stopped her talking. Had the guy pushed a soother into her mouth? He could hear him gasping as she continued to gurgle.
Then they separated. They embraced but stumbled across the room towards the cot. They were clearly very drunk. Marcia leaned over the side bars of Todd’s cot, her breasts dangling just above his head. She giggled as she thought how he would be able to feel no arousal despite her half-naked state.
“Ooh!” The guy had come up behind her and was now fumbling between her legs. She tugged her pettipants down and spread her legs wider. “Uh, uh, uh!” The guy was thrusting now. Marcia’s boobs were wobbling right above Todd’s head. He tried to look elsewhere and suc-k hard on his soother but it was difficult to ignore what was going on.
Eventually they cried out and the thrusting stopped. The boy didn’t hang around long and was gone by the time Todd dared to open his eyes again. Marcia struggled to get her pettipants back on over the stiletto heels. During this, Todd was treated to repeated glimpses of her lady parts. He thought the chastity device must explode but as ever it ensured that he could feel no arousal. Marcia left but the images were etched on Todd’s mind and he didn’t sleep much that night.
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Oh i wonder if Todd's mom will find out and if so what if anything will happen to the girls and their friends? Keep up the wonderful story
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Highly ironic that Todd was put in chastity to protect his babysitters's (esp. Marcia) "honor" and here he is a first-hand witness to a live "show". Hope those nappies are nice and thick to keep Todd chaste. ;)
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I enjoyed Todd's infantile explanations for what was going on. A very neat touch!
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That was so hot.
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Shortly after the ladies returned from their holiday Todd’s month on nothing but formula was up. He was so relieved. He was even looking forward to the prospect of pureed vegetables. A blood sample was taken.
“Can you keep him on formula until the results come back please?” Mrs Brown asked. Todd sighed heavily. “Just a few more days”, his mother reassured him.
When the results came back, they were clearly delighted. “It’s a complete success”, Mrs Brown announced. “I think we are going to make a lot of money from this. So I think this deserves a reward.” Todd looked up hopefully.
“We are going to give you one-year’s free supply of formula!” Todd’s jaw dropped. “Wonderful!” his mother responded. “Mummy won’t have to worry about what to feed baby for a year! And think of the money we’ll save.”
Todd started kicking and struggling in his high-chair in protest. “Nnnnggghhh!” His mother looked surprised. “Oh does baby not agree?” “Nnnnggghhh!” Mrs Brown thought about it. “Well we could give you a year’s free supply of our baby foods instead.” Todd winced. That would be worse! He kicked his pink legs and tugged against his straps.
“Well sweetie it has to be one or the other”, his mother told him. “I’m not turning up the opportunity of free food for a year.” Todd sighed. “So do you want the baby foods?” Todd shook his head firmly. “So it’s the formula then.” Todd cringed but couldn’t bring himself to answer. “Shall I order the baby food then?” He shook his head again. “The formula then.” Reluctantly Todd nodded. He really couldn’t take the baby foods. “OK then! Baby chooses to have free formula for the next year”, his mummy concluded happily.
The implications of the free year’s supply gradually sunk in with Todd. A year being kept in baby dresses and nappies. That would take him past the start of the next school year. Would he ever get out of nappies again? His mother and her friends were making a lot of money from having him as a captive model for sissy baby clothes, a prop in their photos and videos for large nursery furniture and a guinea pig for trying their baby foods.
He tugged at his mittens again and twisted and squirmed in his high-chair. There was never any chance of escape. Where would he go anyway in his pink baby dress? He clearly needed to wear nappies – who else would be prepared to change him?
Perhaps he should just accept this situation and make the most of it. There appeared to be no way out and everyone around him seemed to like having him as a sissy baby. His mummy came over to him. “Do you want to move to your play-pen?” Todd gave the best smile he could and shook his rattle. At least in the pen he could play with his blocks and dolls.
A few days later he was having his nappy changed when his mummy produced a particularly thick nappy. “We have had requests to make thicker nappies so I’m going to try this sample on you.” Todd just sighed. A guinea pig again.
He was surprised how thick the nappy was and how far it pushed his legs apart. He gurgled some concern but his mummy pinned it firmly onto him and pulled up a very large pair of plastic pants which fitted snuggly over it. His tights just about stretched over the thick nappy. “Don’t worry. Mrs Hamilton has made a larger nappy cover to go with it.” She held up the enormous nappy cover. Todd thought she must have used miles of frilly lace on it.
His mummy helped him down from the changing table. As he stood he realized that the thick nappy made him stand bandy-legged. “Run along to your play-pen now!” Todd had to carefully swing one leg at a time to waddle towards the pen. He heard his mummy giggle behind him.
He passed the mirror on his way. He didn’t think it possible but the ultra thick nappy made him appear even more babyish. Far more of it was visible beneath his short pink dress.
He didn’t want to look at his reflection anymore and made for the play-pen with haste. He fell forward and crawled the rest of the way to the pen. His mummy tittered at the mass of frills fluttering across his enormous bottom.
When anyone came into the house that day, Todd was made to waddle across the room to show just how completely babyish he looked now. Frequently he fell forward into a crawl. “That’s ok sweetie you can crawl if you find it easier.”
They loved how he looked in the play-pen with his legs splayed wide by the nappy, looking up at them through the frills of his bonnet, suc-king desperately on his soother for comfort.
His mother decided that he probably only needed to be changed now when he soiled himself. The thick nappy could take several wettings. When he was changed it was difficult for him to bring his legs together when the nappy was removed. It felt such a relief when he did. But it was short lived because after wiping and powdering, his legs were prised apart and another ultra thick nappy was pinned onto him.
He looked over at the chest of drawers and saw that there were half-a-dozen of these nappies. Clearly enough to keep him in them all the time. He wondered if his legs would be permanently splayed from wearing these all the time.
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This has become less revenge and more simply a permanent lifestyle change. Todd is right when he wonders if there will be irreversible effects, but I get the feeling he won't ever get to return to "normal".
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Love the latest chapters. Though I feel like you are concentrating them a bit. I could see you easily milk your last two chapters into seven. I would fluff up the Halloween Party chapter into five chapters alone.
The first one have Todd's mother and her business partners planning their holiday trip. Maybe Marcia be there and volunteer her and friends to babysit the sissy to score the house for the party. Then for the 2nd one have out "hero" having to deal with his babysitters and maybe go on about how different some of his sitter are with him. Then for the party break it up so the first part is him having his room being turn into a changing room. I would have made him break the ice and prove his "innocence" to the others by getting his diaper changed in front of the other girls. Then the second one being brought into the party as Marcia's pet sissy lamp, maybe another change this time in front of everyone in the party before bedtime and the last chapter with his first "free show".
Would make your last chapter into two. The return and getting his year of baby formula, though would have made it a year of both baby food and formula due to his is indecision. Since he has the high chair and all. Then a full chapter of his new thicker diapers. Maybe have a scene with the babysitter club reacting to his new diapers and all.
Sorry, it's a hindsight is 20/20 type of thing. Still love the chapter and keep them coming.
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When it came to bed time, Todd’s fleecy pink onesie bulged massively over his ultra-thick nappy. Marcia sniggered as he waddled carefully over to his cot. He climbed in and lay back feeling quite uncomfortable as his bottom was raised by the thick nappy. Marcia fluffed up his lace-trimmed plush pillows, pulled the princess duvet over him and tucked it in. “Oh, nearly forgot your night bonnet!” She fetched his pink bonnet which fitted snuggly over his head with just a little lace trim around the edges. She tied it tightly under his chin which would help keep his soother in his mouth all night.
She stood back and admired his angelic little face suc-king on his soother, framed by the lace of his bonnet and resting on the fluffy pillows.
Todd shifted uncomfortably and whimpered a little through his soother as his mother came in. She lifted the side bars of his cot and made sure they were locked in the vertical position to keep him safely in until morning.
She saw his discomfort. “Why don’t you try lying on your tummy?” She lifted the duvet and Todd rolled over and settled in the position she suggested. It was definitely better. The vast bulk of the seat of his nappy was now up in the air. She smiled at the way his legs bent around the thick nappy in a very babyish way. Marcia tittered too. They pulled the duvet over him again.
Todd was still concerned how he could sleep in this ultra thick nappy all night. He sniffled a little and suc-ked hard on his soother. “Don’t worry”, his mummy said, “you will soon get used to it.” She and Marcia quietly left the room to the sound of more sniffling from Todd as he realized the implication that he was going to be staying in these thick nappies.
He flexed his hands in his mittens but they were firmly strapped on. He squirmed in his onesie but it was fully buttoned up and enclosed him effectively from his feet to his neck, feeling extra snug over him due to the extra bulk of his nappy.
He looked up at the side bars to check the latch was in place. It was and the handle was turned down flush with the panel so he couldn’t budge it with the mittens on. Even Lucy could easily open it and lock him in again whenever she wanted to.
He could hear the TV on now and his mother and Marcia laughing at a game show. There was no doubt he was confined to the cot now for the night. He just hoped he could sleep through most of it. He started a gentle rhythmic suc-king on his soother that usually helped. But the ultra thick nappy made it very difficult to find rest.
The next morning he found it very difficult to bring his legs together when having his nappy changed. He no sooner managed it than they were pressed apart again by a clean fluffy thick nappy. Strapped into his high-chair for his morning bottle of formula Lucy couldn’t help but snigger at how widely his pink legs dangled at the front as she tucked into her fried breakfast.
“You’ll be going to the crèche today!” his mother announced as if he should be excited about it. “I think you should be able to walk that far.” Todd sighed at the prospect of having to waddle to the crèche. “Perhaps we should allow more time to get there.”
He stood in front of the hall mirror as he was strapped into his harness, once more dismayed at how little of his nappy his pink dress now covered. His mummy adjusted his bonnet and gave the reins to Lucy.
Todd waddled miserably down the road with Lucy tugging constantly on his harness to emphasise her control. His mother walked patiently alongside while he struggled to make progress.
The primary school children were arriving at the same time on the other side of the road. Soon there was a gaggle of children pointing and laughing at Todd in his enormous nappy. He felt the warmth of pee spreading within. He consoled himself with the thought that the crèche ladies wouldn’t have to change his nappy now just because of one wetting.
As he waddled in the door and the ladies all smiled brightly at his new even more babyish appearance, his mother told them “he only needs to be changed now if he soils himself. There is one clean nappy in the changing bag there. Can I leave him here until 6pm? I have a meeting in the afternoon. There’s lots of formula in the bag there for him.”
“Certainly, well I think Baby Todd will probably have to do number twosies in that length of time!” Todd cringed. She was right.
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Darajanie: so many have said what a wonderful story this is... it is true. Thank you for your delightful work.
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“My friends are coming over for a card game this afternoon”, Todd’s mother told him as she was changing his nappy. “I want them to see you in your new lavender outfit.” Todd cringed. This was the worst dress ever. He looked over at his growing collection of baby dresses on a rail in the corner of his nursery. The lavender dress was mostly a ball of fluffy petticoats. The layers appeared to be countless.
He disappeared into the ball of fluff and came out the other side. His mummy pushed his arms into the puffed sleeves which had heart shapes sown onto them. Then she buttoned the dress up the back and smoothed the lavender satin over the mound of petticoats which flared from just below Todd’s arm pits. The petticoats were longer than his arms so his arms just rested on top of the petticoats and he knew from experience that to pick something up from the floor of his play-pen he had to get up on his hands and knees.
There was one huge heart sown on the front of his dress in white lace. The matching bonnet brim was also shaped like a heart. “Amazing how they managed to find tights in exactly the same shade”, his mother observed as she pulled the extra large lavender tights up over his ultra thick nappy. Then she held up the matching nappy cover. Another large lacey heart was sown onto the ample seat. His lavender booties had, yes you’ve guessed it, hearts on either side. He knew they were able to charge a four figure sum for this, their top of the range design.
In his play-pen amongst the billowing petticoats he could really do little but sit there with his rattle pressed onto one mitten and clutching a dolly under his left arm. The dolly even had a lavender dress. In fact Todd was quite jealous of her dress which was a smart slim dress below the knees without any lacey embellishment.
Any attempt at much movement resulted in an embarrassing fluttering of petticoats, flashing of frilly nappy cover and frantic efforts to regain any semblance of order in the flurry of lace. Much easier to sit there looking cute, shaking his rattle. And that’s really all his mummy wanted him to do.
His play-pen had been moved to the lounge right beside the card table so the ladies could admire Baby Todd and his new lavender baby dress while they played. “Now if you are a very good baby today and impress the ladies, then you can have some chocolate ice-cream this evening”, his mother told him. Todd’s eyes widened. Chocolate ice-cream??!! He’d had nothing but formula for two months now.
When the ladies arrived, Todd was smiling broadly and shaking his rattle happily. “Oh isn’t he darling!” “I think Baby Todd loves his new dress!” Todd was cringing inside but smiling desperately outside in pursuit of the ice-cream.
Camera phones were taken out. Todd was struggling to keep the smile up. These were sure to be shared on social media. “Does Baby Todd love his pretty lavender dress?” Mrs Hamilton asked while pointing the phone at him. He had no choice really if he wanted the ice cream. He smiled and shook his rattle for the photo. She pressed a button. “Excellent video!” Todd was mortified. He saw her press another couple of buttons, doubtlessly “share” and “public”.
The ladies were delighted as he continued to play with his rattle and hug his dolly beside them as they played. “He looks so happy now”, another lady observed. “I think he’s found his natural self now as a sissy little baby”, his mother really pushed it. They all looked at him. He couldn’t jeopardize the delicious ice cream at this stage. He gurgled a laugh.
He knew to roll over and crawl across the pen to give them a good view of the lacey heart on his butt. “Oh look! So pretty!” It took him several minutes to settle his petticoats down around him again so he could resume his angelic pose, looking up through the lace of his bonnet, suc-king on his soother.
His face practically hurt after all that smiling. He was strapped into his high-chair anxiously awaiting his reward. Lucy stood on a stool to tie his lavender bib around his neck. His mother was about to open the fridge when the phone rang. She went to answer it. His mouth was watering.
Todd kicked his widely splayed lavender legs in midair impatiently as his mother talked on the phone. She smiled back at him still enjoying the lacey lavender vision. Eventually she finished her call, fetched the tub of ice-cream and spoon fed Todd.
His head almost exploded with the taste after two months of formula. He bounced up and down in the high-chair in excitement, kicking his legs and flailing his arms. His mother laughed. “Lucy get the camera.” Todd didn’t care about being filmed looking delirious in his lavender baby dress in his high-chair, the ice cream was so good.
A few days later he was parked in the lounge again for another visitor. This time he was in his usual prettiest pink baby dress with matching bonnet, tights, nappy cover and booties. He was under a similar promise of chocolate ice-cream if he was suitably impressive.
He gave a great performance. Smiling, shaking his rattle, shaking his frilly booty, looking up as cutely as possible in his bonnet. The lady seemed impressed. She took out her camera phone. “Does Todd love his pretty pink baby dress?” He shook his rattle and gurgled though his soother. “Does Todd like his big thick comfy nappy?” He rolled over and displayed his frilly nappy cover again and she was suitably pleased.
As she was leaving, Todd’s mouth was already watering with anticipation. His mother showed her to the door. He could just hear them from in hallway. “That’s fine. I can report back to Social Services that he is perfectly happy in his nappies and baby dresses. We won’t bother you again.”
His mother came back into the lounge. Todd didn’t look so happy now. He was clearly soaking his nappy. He got his ice-cream but it somehow tasted quite bitter.
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“We have another visitor!” Todd’s mother announced as she entered his nursery. Todd looked up from his play-pen. A lady walked in followed by a boy who looked a couple of years younger than Todd. He was wearing a baby blue sailor suit onesie with a matching sailor hat and he was suc-king on a soother. Todd could see the bulge of a nappy under the onesie but it was nothing like the thick nappy Todd was wearing – probably a relatively thin disposable.
“This is Baby Mark”, his mother introduced the unfortunate boy. He wore white knee socks and his sailor suit onesie was trimmed with frills at the cuffs and leg openings and it had a wide lace collar. Nevertheless Todd was quite jealous of the boy’s outfit even though, in any other context, it was quite a sissy ensemble that would clearly get him beaten up by any self-respecting boys he might encounter.
Compared to Todd’s pink baby dress with matching bonnet, pink tights and booties, it was positively butch. “Say hello Baby Todd!” his mother instructed him. Todd shook his rattle in welcome and wondered if he should also present his dolly which was clutched under his arm.
He saw the reaction on Mark’s face as he realized the pink vision in front of him was actually a boy. He looked around the pink frilly nursery in something of a shocked daze. He could see that the play-pen, cot and high-chair were all made specifically large and pink for Baby Todd who was clearly immersed in this sissy frilly world 24-7. Suddenly his baby blue onesie didn’t seem so bad.
“Oh what a pretty baby dress! I love the cute bonnet!” Mark’s mother commented. She looked back at her little boy and he felt sick as she was clearly wondering how he would look in something similar. Mark suc-ked hard on his soother. “Where did you get those pink tights?” Mark was suddenly grateful for his white knee socks but wondered where this was all going.
“Do stand up Baby Todd!” his mother instructed. Todd rolled over on his knees first and used the bars of his play-pen to haul himself to his feet. Only then did Mark and his mother fully appreciate his frilly nappy cover and enormously thick nappy forcing him to waddle across the play-pen. Mark’s eyes widened and his mother put her hand to her mouth “Gosh!”
“Yes well Baby Todd needs to wear a nappy now and wets himself several times a day. In fact I presume that he is wetting his nappy right now as he always seems to when we talk about it.” Mark looked for some reaction from Todd to contradict this assertion but he just studied the carpet as that warm feeling spread around his nappy.
“Baby Mark is not incontinent yet”, his mother smiled down on him. Mark whimpered a little at the word ‘yet’. “Do you like Baby Todd’s pretty dress?” she asked him. He suc-ked on his soother in panic. Offering contrary opinions to his mother’s had not gone well for him recently but he was terrified to suggest in any way that he was anything other than horrified by Todd’s pink petticoated dress.
“I think your sailor suit if very smart!” Todd’s mummy commented. Mark tried to look as pleased as possible with the compliment. He had thought his onesie was totally sissy but it suddenly didn’t seem so bad. He managed to smile a little.
“All of these clothes and nursery items are available on our website of course”, Todd’s mummy reminded them. “I must take a look”, Mark’s mummy responded as Mark suc-ked hard on his soother desperately hoping that she wasn’t going to buy him a baby dress or a big pink cot.
“Shall we go?” she asked him. Mark nodded eagerly and smiled at the prospect of getting away from the extremely disturbing scene. His mother took a white leather harness and Mark turned helpfully for her to slip it over his onesie. “That’s a good baby! You weren’t so helpful when we were leaving the house earlier”, she teased him. Mark reckoned he had better be a good baby boy or he might end up like the unfortunate Todd.
As his mother tightened the straps around him she added “I need to get a few things at the Mall on our way home.” Mark cringed. He was about to be paraded around the busy Mall in his baby blue frilly onesie! But he didn’t want to annoy his mother. He looked again at Todd in his pink dress and enormous nappy in order to try to be grateful. Mark managed to force a smile before being tugged out by his reins.
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What a brilliant and wonderful twist. Please keep this going a little longer as it is enthralling!
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An absolutely wonderful story - great plot and so well written. Thank you!
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DaraJaney, what a wonderful chapter. Can't wait to see where the story goes from here. Thank you and Happy New Year.
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One evening Todd was being tucked into his cot by his mummy at 6pm. “I want you to try this sweetie”, his mummy told him. She took a pair of ear buds attached to wires and inserted them into his ears. Then she put a pair of headphones over that. Todd suc-ked on his soother wondering why this was replacing his usual nursery rhymes playing on a loop on the tape player.
His mummy took his nighttime bonnet and tied that tightly under the chin securing the headphones and ear buds in place. Then she pressed play on a new more complicated tape player. Some new nursery rhymes started playing. “Nightie night” he could just about hear his mother saying as she retreated from the cot.
A lady started singing ‘go to sleep, go to sleep’ in an exceptionally soothing way. Todd usually played with his rattles, blocks and dolls for an hour or two before he could sleep so early but he found that this was sending him off very quickly.
Soon he was suc-king rhythmically on his soother in a particularly deep induced sleep. The special headphone set detected that he was asleep and switched to a new track. The lady continued to talk and sing soothingly, interspersed by baby talk. The baby talk included a few baby words like “dodo”, “napnap”, “mama” and “bockie” but the rest was gibberish.
This continued for almost fourteen hours of induced deep sleep until ‘mama’ woke him in the morning and the headphones caused the tape to shut off so he had no idea that it had been playing all night.
“Did baba have a nice sleep?” She removed his soother. “agh, goo, meh” Todd replied. He thought that wasn’t right but his mama seemed pleased. “Good baba! Who does baba love?” “Mama!” “Yes! Does baba need napnap?” Todd’s could feel that his napnap was wet but he hadn’t done his morning poop yet. He shook his head “nurg, gor, oop”. Again, mama was very pleased with his utterances so Todd smiled in response.
“Does baba want bockie?” “Bockie!” His mama smiled and pushed the teat of his large bottle of formula into his mouth. She went over to his large selection of baby dresses while he started suc-king.
“Does baba want his lavender or pink dress?” she asked him. Todd looked through the bars of his cot. He removed the bottle “lala ess!” “Hmmm?” His mama did not appear to understand. Todd tried again. “lalala ess!” His mama smiled. “Never mind, I’ll choose. Pink! Your pink tights are dry from the wash.” Todd resumed suc-king on his formula frowning at the pink dress and tights that his mama draped over his high chair in readiness. Why couldn’t he make himself understood?
Marcia came into the room. Todd removed the bottle again. Maybe she would understand. “Lalala ess!” She came over to the cot smiling. “Morning Baby Todd.” “Lalala ess!” She made a puzzled face. “I see you’ve chosen your prettiest pink dress today!”
Todd felt his morning poop coming on. “Urgh!” He twisted and wiggled in his pink fleecy sleeper. “Is baba doing poo-poos?” “Poo-poo!” “That’s right!” There were more gurgles and spluttered before the smell of poop filled the room.
“Does baba need napnap?” his mama asked him. “Napnap!” Marcia looked to his mama with interest. “He can say ‘napnap’, ‘bockie’, ‘dodo’ and ‘mama’. He doesn’t really need to say anything else does he?” Marcia laughed.
So they took him to change his napnap. Marcia took his bockie. “Dodo?” she asked him. “Dodo!” Todd replied and reached out for his soother. Marcia pushed it in.
Everyone who visited that day was encouraged to ask Baby Todd a question. “Does baba like his pretty pink dress?” “Lalala!” They’d laugh. “Urg, goo, hem.” “Does baba want dodo?” Todd would sigh. “Dodo!” If he couldn’t make himself understood he might as well suc-k on his soother.
As he was climbing into his cot that evening he realized that there were no rattles there for him to play with. He pointed to one in the play-pen and said “rattle!” His mama and Marcia looked at each other. It was the first proper word he’d said all day. The effects of the tape must have been wearing off.
Todd lay back in his cot. His mama went to insert the ear buds again. “Urg!” he protested. He reckoned that they must have something to do with his inability to speak. But she pushed them in and quickly put the headphones on. He pawed at them with his mittens but couldn’t move them. His mama tied his bonnet on over and there was no chance he could dislodge them now. The lady on the tape started singing ‘go to sleep’ again.
Todd wanted to resist but found himself drifting off. His mama and Marcia watched as he wriggled in his pink onesie and pawed again at the sides of his bonnet but he soon dropped off. “Another 14 hours of that should reinforce it”, his mother said. Marcia tittered.
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Oh beautiful hypnosis to enforce baby talk, takes away the chances of back talk from the sissy baby
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On Todd’s next stay in the crèche the ladies there noticed that he only had baby talk now. “It’s unusual for us. Usually we are trying to help babies develop their speech.” “Well there is no need to do that with Baby Todd. He has all the words he needs as a baby and we are quite happy for him to stay at around age 1 development.”
Todd spat his soother out “ooh, ngaa, woo”. The ladies just smiled at him. “Very well then. That’s fine by us.” “ngaa, goo, ook” Todd protested. “Silly billy”, his mother responded and pushed his soother back in. Todd was led off to play with some bricks.
“Oh there’s no point in giving you letter blocks is there?” “Mmmpppffff!” “Here are some blocks with pictures on them! Just perfect for you.” Todd flopped down on his thickly nappied bottom and contemplated the toy blocks decorated with lambs, bunnies and other cute animals.
“Gary! You can play with the letter blocks can’t you?” “Yes pleez” Gary responded and sat down opposite Todd, who frowned at his superior vocabulary which got him the letter blocks. “Which one is ‘G’ for Gary?” Gary turned one of the blocks until it showed the letter “G”. “Very good!”
“Baby Todd! Which one is the kitty?” Todd turned the block examining each side until he found the cute kitten. “Very good! Extra formula for you at lunchtime!” she tittered as she walked away, leaving Todd examining the different cuddly animals on his blocks.
As if being the babiest baby in the one-year-olds wasn’t bad enough, Marcia told his mama she wanted to bring Todd into his old school. “The teachers are happy for us to set up his play-pen in the corner of our room for the day and we can feed him and change him if needed.” “NNNNGGHHHH!” Todd protested from his high-chair. “You’ll be able to see all your old friends”, she told him teasingly. Todd kicked his legs in his lavender tights and wriggled in his high-chair but they ignored him and continued to make arrangements.
On the morning in question his mother greeted him. “I’m sure you’ll want to wear your prettiest pink dress for your friends!” “Nnnggghhh!” Todd disagreed, and shook the bars of his cot.
As ever he was ignored and soon stood in front of the hall mirror while his mama fastened his harness over his pink dress. She tightened it at the back and looked over his shoulder and smiled in the mirror. She flounced up this petticoats, straightened the rows of lace on his nappy cover and tugged up his pink tights that had sagged a little. She came around in front to retie the bow on his bonnet. “All set!”
Marcia took the reins and led Todd out to be met with four girlfriends out on the street. They all giggled. “We’re going to have so much fun today!” Todd gave one forlorn look back at his mama but she smiled and waved and he felt the tug on his harness and waddled along with the girls.
As he was nudged closer to the school his initial thought was that there was no way he would ever be able to go back to school again having been forced to appear in an enormous nappy, which he was inevitably going to have to use, and a big pink baby dress complete with matching bonnet, nappy cover, tights and booties, speaking like a baby. Then he realized that there was no indication that he was ever going back to school anyway. Some consolation? His mother had told the crèche they were happy for him to be like a one-year-old indefinitely. That didn’t really make him feel any better.
He knew from experience that he was certain to wet his nappy once the crowd of children saw him outside the school. He was determined not to let it show though. But as they approached the school he started to feel sick. His tummy was rumbling.
The crowd of children at the school gate made a path through for them and Todd waddled along, his petticoats fluttering and suc-ked on his soother while all the children laughed. A teacher at the gate interjected “now children, that’s not nice” but it was clear she could hardly contain her amusement as Todd waddled along and glared out from beneath his bonnet.
Oh no! A very liquid poo squirted into his nappy due to the anxiety. He grimaced and tried to make it into a smile. He desperately tried not to alter his waddle despite the growing weight of poo shifting in his nappy with each step.
He was brought into the classroom. Marcia held her nose. “Not already!” The rest of the class got the smell and laughed while at the same time showing disgust at the smell. Some rushed to open the windows. “Come along to the nurse’s station”, Marcia told him, swinging his changing bag over her shoulder. Todd walked very gingerly towards the door.
Later, in a nice clean nappy, he was suitably ensconced in the play-pen while his former classmates had their English lesson. “Now I want you to write a page on the opening act of ‘The Merchant of Venice”, the teacher told them to groans from the less studious. She held the book up. “You have 30 minutes.”
She turned to the play-pen. “Has Baby Todd got a book too?” Todd looked up from his stiff-paged book “The Pretty Princess”. He could hear tittering around the class. “Oh look. Can you show me the mousy-mousy!” Todd frowned. He looked at the cover page, saw where a mouse peeped out from behind the princess’s ball gown and pointed his mittened hand at it. “Very good! Can you open the book?”
Even with stiff pages it was a difficult job for Todd to turn a page. He pushed with his mitten a couple of times before finally catching it right and turning the cover open. He looked out enviously as his former classmates leafed through the play. He had hated Shakespeare but would give anything to be able to read it now.
“Miss!” “Yes?” “Do we summarise the story or critique the play?” “Just a summary for now.” She turned to the play-pen again. “Oh! Can we see the princess’s bloomers? They’re not as pretty as yours are they?” More tittering around the class. “Where are they?” she insisted. Todd sighed but pointed to where her bloomers showed beneath her ball gown as she ran up the steps. “Good baby!”
At lunchtime the teacher asked him “would you like to have your bottle here or in the canteen?” “ee, ng, bockie” She shook her head, not understanding. “Oh well children, do you want to give him his bottle in the canteen?” “Yes!” Todd was hauled off to the crowded canteen.
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total frustration now for Todd not even to be able to speak past a few baby words of a 1 yr old. Is there anything else they can do to humiliate Todd?
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Mrs Hamilton checked the large feeding bottle to make sure that Baby Todd had drunk all of his formula. “Just a little more!” She tilted the bottle up and he suc-ked the last of the formula. She took the bottle to the kitchen.
When she returned Todd was quite agitated in his high-chair. He was kicking his legs in his yellow tights and trying to reach the side table. The harness didn’t allow him much movement and he sat back frustrated. He saw Mrs Hamilton return. “Eee goo dodo!” She looked puzzled at first. “Eee goo dodo!” She looked at the side table and saw it was his soother he was desperately trying to reach. “Oh does baba want his dodo?” “Dodo!” She took the soother and pushed it into his grateful mouth. He suc-ked eagerly on it. “There we go!” she smiled.
His mother came into the nursery. “Even though he only has baby talk, he still knows he’s a teenage boy being kept in nappies and pretty baby dresses, doesn’t he?” Mrs Hamilton asked her. Todd sniffled unhappily and wished he had his dolly to hug. He looked around. His nursery was full of dolls but none were within reach. His mother noticed. “Does baba want dolly?” He didn’t want to admit it but nodded as he really needed his dolly.
“Which one would you like?” “mmmopppff!” She laughed remembering that he couldn’t tell her which one he wanted. He pointed at a dolly in the cot. “Oh you want Susie! She’s your favourite alright.”
His mother fetched the doll. Mrs Hamilton admired it, examining it as his mother held it up for her. “Nnnggghh!” Todd wriggled impatiently in his high-chair. He needed his dolly. “Ok, ok, here she is.” Todd took his dolly and clutched her tightly. Then he settled down as the ladies tittered.
“Yes he still knows his situation. Yesterday I was pushing him to the shops in his stroller when a group of girl guides met us on the main road. They were admiring his pretty pink dress and loved his bonnet. Of course when they found out he was a fourteen-year-old boy they were hysterical with laughter. He soiled his nappy on the spot!” “Oh dear! Just as well you keep him in that extra thick nappy all the time.” “Yes he really needs it!”
“Anyway, the shops were about to close so I had to push him on down there anyway despite the stink. He whimpered and wriggled against his straps but of course he was quite helpless and eventually calmed down when he realized there was nothing he could do.”
“I couldn’t bring him into the shops with a stinky nappy. So I had to ask passers-by to mind him outside the shop while I popped in. It took some explaining as to why I had a fourteen-year-old boy in a pink baby dress and soiled nappy, strapped into a stroller. He was very upset. suc-king hard on his soother and clutching his dolly didn’t seem to help. So yes I think it’s safe to say he still knows his situation.”
“You see, the lady who did that tape reckons that she can make him think he is actually a one-year-old baby girl!” “Really?” “It might be a kindness”, Mrs Hamilton suggested. “You might end up with fewer soiled nappies for a start!” They laughed. “That’s if you intend keeping him like this.”
Todd paused on his soother as he awaited the reply to this. “Oh yes! We are making too much money to let him go back. And anyway hasn’t he got the perfect nursery and enough pretty dresses to last a life time?” Todd flinched whimpered at that phrase. He started blubbering. He suc-ked hard on his soother, hugged his dolly and kicked his yellow legs. His mother looked at this. “Maybe you are right. It might be kinder to make him think he is a baby girl.”
Todd wasn’t sure what to think of that. Obviously his initial reaction was that he didn’t want to be given the mind of a one-year-old girl. It was bad enough that he only had baby talk, couldn’t hold anything in his hands and had to waddle around everywhere. But then he thought, all of this was just torture really. Maybe he would be better off not knowing.
If he was made to think he was actually a baby then he couldn’t protest about anything anymore. He would just go along with everything they wanted to do. But then he realized that they always ignored his protests anyway so what was the point? It was just frustrating.
Would they ever bring him back though? It would be easy for them to keep him as a one-year-old baby girl as long as they wanted – for the rest of his life? He couldn’t decide which was best.
“Mummy will have a think about it.” Todd suc-ked nervously on his soother. It didn’t matter which he thought was best. She would do what she wanted anyway.
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Todd's mum needs a wake up call she may have gone to far him. But to have him think he is only 1 yr old would cause no more hastles. ME thinks they going to need to cover their back sides or trouble could be brewing
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I have to agree with krystalasbaby, me thinks Todd's mom has gone too far for the sole purpose of making money. Behavior correction is one thing but... After all, he is only fourteen. Can't decide which would be kinder but if regressed to a 1 y.o. could he ever be brought back? Yea, yea, yea..., I know it's only fiction but I'm into the story.
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I agree too. His mother needs a big wake up call. It would be interesting for his mother to discover that the ladies who support her actually lied about Todd’s behaviour to cover the indiscretions of their own darlings. His mother is showing herself to be nothing more than a money grabbing sociopath with no care or empathy for the irreparable damage she’s doing to her own son. I hope Todd is able to extract revenge on his mother so his revenge will always be wet and warm committing his evil mother to a life of nappy changing because of Todd’s apparent inability to be potty trained.
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Poor Todd hopes he doesn't get his mind wiped. Maybe he can grow up some, even if he had his infantalising mittens removed he could do so much more for himself. *nodsnods* Enjoying your story :)
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Continuing to enjoy your story. Develop it as your Muse dictates.
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I respectfully disagree with those above me i think mama should use more hypnosis to brainwash him into thinking he is reborn as a 1 year old. The mother becoming more evil and sadistic can make for a more suspenseful story any witch way great tale.
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If people arent comfy with some of the cruelty they are in the wrong place. Try writing your own stories instead of steeering others.
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Well said babyamylee...
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A few days later Todd was being tucked into his cot. His mummy inserted the ear buds in his ears and quickly put the headphones on over. “Nnngghhh!” Todd protested through his soother. He presumed that it was to reinforce his baby talk and he pawed at the headphones with his mittens but his mummy quickly pulled his bonnet on over the headphones and tied it under his chin.
The soothing voice was quickly encouraging him to fall asleep. He closed his eyes. Through the headphones he just about heard his mummy say “Bye Bye Baby Todd!” For a moment he didn’t think about it. He was dropping off to sleep. Then he wondered: bye, bye? What did she mean by that? She usually said ‘nightie, night’.
He forced his eyes open against the sleep that was about to consume him. His mother was attaching a pink sash to the end of his cot. It had the name “Baby Cissy” on it. Was this tape to turn his mind into that of a baby? Is that why she said ‘bye, bye Baby Todd.’
He struggled and wriggled in his pink sleeper. He kicked his feet within the fleecy material. He tried to spit out his soother but his bonnet was tied tightly under his chin. The soothing voice on the tape took over and he gradually slipped off to sleep, suc-king rhythmically on his soother. When the special headphones detected his deep sleep pattern, the tape switched to its new recording.
The following morning he woke to see his mummy leaning over the bars of his cot. “How is Baby Cissy this morning?” she smiled. Todd giggled, kicked his legs and waved his mittens. His mummy lowered the side bars.
“Would Baby Cissy like to wear his prettiest pink baby dress?” She held the frilly, flouncey dress up in front of him. Normally he would cringe but Baby Cissy smiled and giggled again. “And your pretty pink tights and frilly nappy cover?” No sign of any resistance. It looked like the tape had done its job.
When he was strapped into his high-chair for his morning bottle of formula she handed him a rattle and large dolly and he shook his rattle with more enthusiasm than usual while clutching his dolly.
“Baby Cissy is going to the crèche today to see all your friends!” He shook his rattle happily. There was no sign of any reluctance to be seen in public and by the ladies and parents at the crèche in his pretty pink baby dress.
She made him stand in front of the hall mirror while strapping him into his harness. She made a point of fluffing out the lace on his nappy cover, clearly visible below his petticoats and there was no sign of any reaction. “We’re going to walk with Lucy to her school so all of her friends will see you in your pretty pink dress!” Baby Cissy just suc-ked on his soother and giggled, happy that his mummy was happy.
Lucy held open the front door and Baby Cissy waddled out without having to be tugged on his harness. As they approached Lucy’s school and the crowd of children and parents arriving, there was no slowing down.
There was the usual laughter and pointing when the children saw Lucy’s big baby brother in his pink dress, bonnet and tights and his enormously thick nappy. For the first time Baby Cissy’s smile faltered. He looked at his mummy wondering why everyone was laughing. She looked carefully but there was no sign that he was wetting his nappy. “What a sissy!” they laughed. He couldn’t understand why they found his name so funny.
They went on to the crèche. His mummy hadn’t said anything to them but just delivered him into their care as usual. When picking him up they did comment. “He seems quite happy now. He did a big poop and didn’t look remotely embarrassed when we took him off to be changed!” Baby Cissy smiled up at them clearly not understanding the conversation.
“OK we’re going down to the Mall to do some shopping”, she told him. He just smiled and giggled again. She held his reins as he waddled happily along to the busy Mall, seemingly unconcerned at the crowds that would gawk at him in his pink baby dress and nappy. There was some hesitation when people laughed particularly obviously but he clearly couldn’t comprehend why they were so amused.
Back at home, Lucy looked at him playing happily with his rattles in the play-pen. She was going to miss his obvious humiliation when people saw him in his frilly baby dresses and when he wet or soiled himself in front of them. But overall, she was pleased that he was going to remain her big sissy baby brother while she grew up in front of him. Her friends would love coming over to her house to spoon-feed him or have his nappy changed and they could choose his dress and bonnet for walks in the park. It would be endless fun!
THE END
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Love the story. Wish you didn't ended it here though, would love to have Todd snap out of it only to find himself playing along to avoid the tape like when he lost his words. Forced to play the role to keep his mind maybe be found out by his crush and have her use the knowledge to her advantage. Blackmailing Todd to be his fav. Sitter to make her part of the group due to the money they were from his sissy help. (Dresses, food, drink, etc.) Maybe have the other sissy see him again and all. Just thoughts I had though maybe you will make a sequel one day
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Well done poor boy i wish i knew what the lady says to him in his sleep.
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As they say All good things must come to an end. Well done loved the story.
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DaraJaney,
Thank you for another well written story.
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8) I love the story can't wait for your next story Baby Kevin??? ;)
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Excellent story, Dara Janey. Thank you for your work. Hope you didn't find my earlier comments offensive, I get into a great story like this one and love to put in my "two cents" but acknowledge the author's prerogatives and appreciate that this is fiction. I also realized that once Todd was fully infantilized the story would likely end (where could you go when he's mentally an infant) so I guess I was in some way hoping for you to extend the story. Regardless, BRAVO and thank you for sharing your work.