Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
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The Neighbor’s Payback
by Hillary
Mom and I have only had each other since Dad passed away in a car accident four years ago and we did just fine, thank you. However, mom had to go away for the weekend for work. Usually, my grandmother would watch me, however she was visiting my Aunt in another state. So my mother arranged for me to go to my next door neighbor’s house to be babysat for the weekend.
My neighbor had a boy, Steve, my age, 14 and a 16-year-old girl, Susan. Like us, their dad was no longer in the picture. I did not get along with Susan. She was always picking on me and acting superior. The only thing that may make this weekend tolerable are the pranks that Steve and I liked to play on his sister.
A few weeks ago, Steve and I had yet again fallen foul of Susan and it wasn't really surprising that Susan wasn't happily disposed when Steve and I finally tested her tolerance beyond breaking point. We had a sleep over week and decided to play the warm water trick on Susan. The one where you stick someone’s finger in warm water while they are sleeping to make them p--. It worked like a charm. We wouldn’t relent in calling Susan a baby or Ms. Potty pants all day. “Do you need a diaper tonight?” we kept repeating.
I packed a small bag and walked next door with my mom. “Thank you, Jill, for taking David for the weekend,” mom said. “I’m sure he won’t be a problem.” “It is our pleasure,” exclaimed Jill, “Why don’t you take your bag up to Steve’s room.”
I passed Susan in the hall and asked “Where’s Steve?” She sneered, “He’s a little tied up right now. You stay away from me this weekend and don’t you dare pull any of your stupid pranks, or else!”
“Or else what?”
“You’ll see, and I guarantee I’ll have the last laugh!” exclaimed Susan.
I dropped my bag off in Steve’s room and started to go back downstairs when I heard faint sounds coming from Susan’s room. ““nnnggg” As I got closer, the sounds got louder and more frequent. “nnnggg…nnnggg.” I opened Susan’s door and went in.
What I saw was unexpected to say the least. There in front of me was a toddler dressed in a white baby frock, strapped into a large stroller. Only it wasn't a toddler, it was Steve! He was securely restrained by the ankles with his feet on the footrest, and his wrists were strapped to the sides of the stroller. Due to the way his legs where restrained, you could see his extravagantly frilled panties which were clearly stretched over a thick nappy. Much of his face was hidden by a large pink soother in his mouth and by the thick lace of a white bonnet tied on his head with a big white ribbon which was finished in a bow under his chin. You could see the sausage curls dangling from beneath his bonnet. On his feet were white booties trimmed at the top with white lace. He was wearing a set of white leather baby reins, and they were attached with straps to the back of the pushchair. No doubt about it, this baby wasn't going anywhere. I looked at him incredulously for a moment, and then burst out laughing as he wriggled and writhed helplessly in his baby restraints. He glared at me and tried to talk, “nnnggg…..nnnggg”
All was now becoming clear. Susan obviously hadn't forgotten the prank we pulled a few weeks ago and had clearly dreamed up this exquisitely humiliating revenge on her brother. I still couldn't help grinning as I began to unfasten the soother. “What happened?” I asked as he wriggled to try and undo the straps holding him. “What do you think happened?” he grunted. Frustrated, he said “Undo my arms and feet.” I bent down to untie his feet when he yelled, “Look out!”
In an instant I was thrown onto my back by Susan. Her mom joined her and lifted me to her bed. They had obviously planned the operation, without a word they grabbed me by the arms, and dragged me over to the bed. With frightening efficiency, they stripped off my clothes. Susan’s mom pulled my boxer shorts off leaving me squirming on the bed with my private parts fully exposed. Susan pinned my arms to the bed above y head.
Susan’s mom held up a white cotton towel. “Bottom up”, she instructed. I frowned at her wondering what this was all about. Then I saw the large safety pins in her other hand. I realized that she was going to put a nappy on me. The idea of finding myself in the same situation as I'd found Steve was something I certainly didn't relish. What full blooded boy would? But by now I was in no position to do anything about it. “Please, no!”
Susan, holding my arms said, “Babies don’t talk, I don’t want to hear another word from you” Despite my protests, Susan forced a big silicone rubber bulb into my mouth, and tied the dummy in place by some attached ribbons which she wound tightly round my head several times before tying them in a bow behind my head. I began to panic, because I now realized just how vulnerable and helpless, I was. I tried to yell at them to stop but couldn't. The only sound I could make was a muffled “Mmmmmp! Mmmmm! Mmmmmmf!’
“Turn over onto your stomach” Susan said as her mom was Still holding my legs. I see Susan’s Mom reach for the bottle of baby powder and suddenly I feel the powder on my bottom as I see her shaking the bottle. I dare not fight Her as She puts the bottle back down near my feet and I feel Her hand on my bottom as She spreads the powder on me. She tells me to turn onto my back and orders me to spread my legs wide and I do She actually smiles and softens Her tone for a moment and says, "Oh what a good little sissy baby – spreading your legs nice and wide so Mommy can powder you." She begins to sprinkle the baby powder onto my crotch and tiny male genitals telling me to keep my legs spread wide and not move. Totally embarrassed, I couldn’t help but react to being powdered. “You seem to like this.” Susan observed.
I pleaded, “Mmmmmp! Mmmmm! Mmmmmmf!” Susan’s mom ignored my pleas and pulled the nappy around my bottom, up between my legs and pinned it in place. I lay back and stared at the ceiling in frustration. Next thing she was pulling some kind of plastic pants up my legs. She made me lift my bottom while she pulled these over my nappy.
and tucked them in under my nappy at the waist and legs.
“Now then” said Susan’s mom, “We can do this the easy way, in which case you'll let me dress you, or we can do it the hard way, which means we force you into them anyway. What's it to be?” Looking at her I decided that the easy way would be preferable but with the pacifier in I could not answer. Susan untied and removed the pacifier. With a sigh I said “The easy way I suppose. But, why are you doing this to us?”
“Serves you right” Susan snapped back, “making me wet myself a few weeks ago and teasing me that I was a baby and needed diapers was the last straw.” Susan’s mom added, “Having Steve and you spend this weekend as little baby girls hopefully will stop you from pranking Susan. Do you know how embarrassed she was?” “Open up” Susan said as she pushed the soother back into my mouth and tied it behind my head.
Looking at me and smiling for a moment, Susan said “Now let's see how you look wearing this lovely baby frock.” She picked up the baby frock from the bed and held it in front of herself with her head on one side, grinning widely. 'Isn't it sweet?' she giggled. Sweet wasn't the word. It was positively adorable if I'd really been a little girl and was exactly what baby girls are expected to wear. It was now that I had time to take a proper look at it, and I didn't like what I saw. It was made of white satin, with a peter pan collar and short puffed sleeves. It fastened with a long row of small pearl buttons down the back and had pale pink and blue smocking across the front. To finish off the baby look, the frock had a sash belt which tied in a bow at the back. There was a smocking pattern across the front, and the baby frock was quite short, which meant that the wearer's nappy and plastic baby pants would be frequently visible. All in all, it was perfect for a baby girl.
”Right” said Susan, “That's enough looking, let's get you into it.” She placed the frock over my head and pulled my arms into the sleeves. Then she stood behind me and fastened up the buttons. Finally, she tied the sash belt in a large non-slip bow and smoothed the frock down around me. 'Good' she smiled, “That's a perfect fit. Next she took out a pair of white panties with rows of pink lace across the seat. Susan had him sit on the bed but and pulled the panties up his legs. His next attempt to get up off the bed only allowed her to pull the panties up over his nappy.
“Now sit down while I put your shoes and socks on.” I sat down on the bed and picking them up she pulled the white cotton ankle socks onto my feet, turning them down neatly. They were typical little girl socks, with a pretty frill around the ankle. Now came the shoes. They certainly were the very essence of a little girl's shoe, black shiny patent leather T-bar strap shoes with a buckle at the side of the foot. The shoe style was once again in keeping with what little girls are supposed to wear. She took out a white frilly bonnet and tied it under my chin as I pouted. “Mmmmm!” I growled through the dummy.
She stood back to look at me and smiled. “Yes, I think we're getting there” she said, “But before we go any further, I think we'd better take some extra precautions to stop you from interfering with what we have in mind for you.” She opened a draw and took out a pair of soft leather fingerless mittens. “Right” she said, “Hold out your hand and make a fist.” I did so, and she slid one of the close-fitting mittens onto my hand. It was fitted with laces much like a small boxing glove, and pulling the laces tight, she tied them in a non-slip double bow. Then she buckled up an additional sewn-in strap firmly around my wrist so that my hand was now imprisoned securely in a clenched fist position within the mitten. 'Now the other one' she said, and in no time both my hands were completely helpless. “And just to make your hands prettier” she said, “We'll add these.” She took a pair of white woolen fingerless mittens that she pulled on top of the leather mittens and tied them securely in place with sewn-in pink ribbons around the wrists.
“Good” smiled Susan approvingly, “Now let's see about keeping our little toddler under control. We don't want you wandering around, do we?” She picked up the pink leather baby reins, which had babyish transfers on the front, and were fitted with three small bells that jingled every time she moved them. Grinning, she held them out towards me and said “Come along little girl, arms in.” I obediently put my arms in through the straps, and she swiftly moved behind me and fastened the buckles tightly behind me. The reins were fitted with several D rings which could obviously be used to anchor the wearer onto almost anything.
I looked over to my Steve who was quietly sitting in the stroller. I realized that I was dressed just like him. I wondered what laid ahead for us.
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pweeze pweeze want more stowie ,me too wearing pwetty pink pwastic pantieth over my dipees , and pwetty pink dwess
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Excellent start to the story looking forward to seeing where you take this.
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'There we are” grinned Susan clipping a leash to his reins, “That'll keep our little girl under control. It’s dinner time. Let's take them downstairs to give them their bottles.” Susan’s Mom undid the straps holding Steve into his stroller. She then unclipped his reins from the seat and lifted him out. Clipping his leash onto his baby reins she pulled the loop over her wrist and took a firm hold of his hand instructing him to come to the living room.
Susan gave the leash a sharp jerk to remind me that she had me completely under her control like any naughty toddler. I nearly lost my balance as she pulled on the reins, and I blushed crimson at the thought of being virtually as helpless as a toddler.
We found ourselves waddling down the hall. The plastic panties crinkled with our every move, constantly reminding us of our shameful, infantile underwear. Both Susan and her mom roared with delight. "Oh, you both look so CUTE, " Susan laughed. "What PRETTY little GIRLS! Do you want your big sister to take care of you?"
Both Steve and my waddling were slow. Steve griped his Mommy’s hand tightly so he wouldn’t fall over. He did and he fell hard on his thickly padded bottom. In an attempt to stand up Steve moved forward into a crawling position on his hands and knees. Susan laughed, “I think that the babies should crawl.” “That’s a wonderful idea!” Susan’s mother said, “Steve stay down and crawl, David get down and crawl. Babies can’t walk yet.” “Mmmmm!” I protested through the dummy as I went down on my hands and knees and crawled across the carpet with my thickly nappied bottom waving in the air.
"Look how big their bottoms look in their nappy Susan and the ribbons and lace look so cute" Steve’s mom laughed. "Come on Steve and David you're going to have to get used to crawling around like this now that you're baby girls" Susan told them patting their frilly padded bottom.
We crawled to the stairs. Steve’s Mom noticed our hesitation and explained, “Go down the stairs backward.” She went down a few steps and gently demonstrated on me by easing each of my ankles to the step below. “See, one foot down. Great. Now the other foot.” she said as I eased my way down the steps. She then did the same for Steve.
They pushed us towards the living room, and they snickered as they were forced to craw with their thick nappies on display. We gloomily followed them into the living room. There was a large wooden-barred play pen in the middle of the room. We pleaded, “Mmmmmp! Mmmmm! Mmmmmmf! nnnggg…nnnggg.” As we tried to resist being pushed towards it.
Both Susan and her mom guided us into the play pen. Susan took off my leash but produced two short straps with a snap hook lock on each end. She then had us sit facing each other as close as we could. “I want you to hug each other.” Susan said. “Mmmmmp! Mmmmm! Mmmmmmf!” I protested. Steve eyes went wide in terror as he also protested, “nnnggg…nnnggg!”
With help from her mom, Susan placed us in the Lotus Position. I had to sit in the play pen with my legs extended. They forced Steve to straddle me, with one leg on either side of my hips. Wrap your arms around each other. Susan then used the straps to connect our mittens together so that we were stuck in this position.
Susan and her mom got out of the play pen and Susan swung a catch in place to lock the side of it. The side bars came up almost to our shoulders. Even if we were not stuck tethered together there was no way we could open it with our hands in the mittens. Susan was sniggering as they went into the kitchen to get our dinner ready.
We were left staring at each other. I suppose my eyes were starting to tear up like Steve’s as we contemplated how much more embarrassing this weekend will be. The position we were forced to sit in was starting to be uncomfortable. Steve started wriggling to try to shift his position. I started to wriggle as well. As we moved together, my stomach felt really odd, but it was all a very exciting feeling. This sent a shiver down my spine. Due to all of this stimulation, my member was expanding. Steve’s eyes changed. He was feeling the same thing. Steve started grinding against me which I started to respond in kind. I was getting close when Susan, her mom and my mom walked into the room laughing carrying baby bottles filled with formula. Oh my god! I was so embarrassed. I then realized that my mother was part of this too.
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what a wonderful little story this is turning into
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Love what you're doing with this story. Looking forward to wet nappies and cot time. I'm imagining the weekend turning into a week. :-)
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Frustrated, I like Steve realized that we were stuck in the pen tied together until someone let us out. Seeing my mom, I attempted to plead to let us out. But all she heard was “"Mmmmhff, Mmmmhff..." In response, my mother cooeed, leaning over his play pen side, pinching my cheek. "What a woverly ickle wittle girl babykins you are going to be David" Steve’s mom joind in with the baby talk. ”'Oh goodness me, Is my ickle baby all hot and sticky? Does ickle diddums want to get out of her play pen?”
There was a flash ! ... Peter and I started to tear up when we realized Susan had taken a picture of us like this ! ... I could tell that Steve hated it! They just giggled and let us cry. They took turns coming over to coo and try to soothe us like real babies buy rubbing our backs. This caused our diapers to slowly rub each other. I could feel the silky pleasure of our diapers sliding against each other as we both squirmed, seeking a more comfortable position. The material of Steve’s dress made swishing noises between my thighs. Steve wasn't really up to my speed yet, but he was starting to make slow humping motions into my groin. It nearly drove me crazy with desire and I found myself matching his rhythm.
We stopped crying and started moaning through our pacifiers. Steve had a sort of wide-eyed, surprised look, but he was suc-king his pacifier and staring straight ahead. Like me, he appeared to be enjoying the movement. It was difficult to get solid contact with each other even with our arms bound behind each other. There was a lot fabric between us, but that didn't stop us, and in a few minutes, I could tell he had climaxed. The mixed look of delight and shame on his face caused me to climax within seconds. My mind went numb and Steve began to sob. I knew how Steve felt. I wanted to comfort and tell him I understood, but with us both helplessly tied and gagged, there wasn't much I could do.
As soon as I was drained and satisfied, reality came flooding back. "So how do the two sissies like being tied up together?" Susan laughably asked. Steve and I exchanged exhausted but sympathetic looks. Susan saw what she wanted to see in our eyes. "Aww, look at them! I think the two babies are in love. Don't you think so?" Our moms didn’t reply, only smiled.
“Oh goodness me, Are the ickle babies all hot and sticky? Does ickle diddums want to get out of the play pen?' Susan teased. We both moaned a feeble 'Mmmmmmm! Nmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmf!' into our dummies. Tears of humiliation and discomfort were now running down my cheeks.
“Susan, untie them and let’s give them their bottles.” My mom said. Once untied, we were told to crawl over the couch were our mothers where waiting for us. Steve’s mom, putting both hands under Steve’s arms and lifting him effortlessly, taking me with her to the couch. She lifted his legs up on the couch and cradled his head between her breasts again, one arm holding
up his chin. My mother did the same to me.
"Now, Susan, we have to remember that for the first few months in our little girls' formative years, their primary source of nourishment and comfort will be coming from a baby’s bottle!” I felt my mom’s hand tighten on my chin, lifting it up even further. "So, it's quite likely that Steve and David will be quite the sloppy little eaters for some time, what with all that s-ck-king and burping--but I've made provisions fort them, since they’re such little dears."
Steve tried to wiggle away, but his mom just laughed, pushing his chin even higher as Susan pulled a huge white with pink trim baby bib under his chin and fastened it behind his neck with a series of snaps. I saw that it had a picture of a little girl happily sitting in a highchair, and PRECIOUS BABY written across the absorbent terry front. Susan then fastened a bib around my neck. “Baby,” my mom said, “If your wondering, yours is also white with a pink boarder with I LOVE MOMMY embroidered inside a flower.” I just groaned through my pacifier.
I felt myself lifted from my mom's lap, and moved sideways, pushing my head down in the crook of her right arm and making cooing sounds at me. "There, there, now baby's going to have her tummy filled with a nice baba, is she ready for that, oh yesss she is."
Steve was treated by his mom the same way. He felt his face on fire again, diapered and dressed like a little girl in his mothers' arms about to be fed from a bottle with scheming sister watching.
I felt the buckles on the pacifier being loosened by Susan, the baby bottle sitting on the arm of the couch beside my mom. My mother than addressed both Steve and I. “We are going to remove the pacifiers from your mouth. You are not to make a sound. You will then s-ck the nipple on the bottle to feed yourself the baby formula. This is the only way that you will be fed for the rest of the weekend. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?” We both mumbled “yes”
We did as we told and as our mothers teased us with the nipple of the bottles, Susan was gladly taking pictures of the whole affair. Steve tried to push down my dress to hide my nappy and panties. but that just made desperately it worse. Mom finally “let” me take the nipple into my mouth and I began to suc-k the bottle and continued until it was empty.
“By now, I guess you figured out what is going on.” My mom started explaining to us. “I had no idea how much you were embarrassing Susan with your pranks. The last one, making her wet herself in her sleep and then taunting her all day about being a baby girl and wearing diapers was the last straw. But it did not end with Susan, did it? It seems that you have both pranked other girls in the neighborhood. I think the least we can do is make you feel what Susan felt. It won't hurt you to spend weekend as baby girls, except in your pride, and that's no bad thing. Maybe, you’ll learn a lesson.”
Steve’s mom added, “If you do not follow all of these rules, we will let Susan give the pictures she’s been taken of you to all of your friends. Now that you are babies you are no longer allowed to talk, if we hear any words other than goo-goo or ga-ga then you will spend another day in diapers. Babies chatter to themselves all the time, so, when your pacifiers are out, if we don't hear you babbling your baby talk all the time, you'll spend another day in your nappies"
Mom took the bottle out of my mouth and looked at me expectantly. "Goo-goo ga-ga-ga goo" I said bursting into tears, Susan erupted into laughter. "What a woverly ickle babykins you are going to be David" Susan said. "Ga goo-goo-goo ga" I gurgled before my mom slid the bottle nipple back into my mouth.
"No more walking either, you must crawl everywhere unless we put you in your reins, even then you must toddle like a baby" Steve’s mom stated, “You will use your diapers. When you let your bowels go is the only time you will be changed and you will need to cry or it will not be changed. You will eat and drink everything given to you. Your bedtimes are now 7:00pm and you will be put down for naps every morning and afternoon. Not only must you follow these rules, but anything else either of us or Susan asks you to do. Each time you disobey orders your time in diapers can/will be extended plus a good spanking. Do you understand or have any questions?"
Our moms removed both our bottles. Steve was about to say something when I jumped in with a loud "Goo-goo ga-ga-ga goo." Steve got the message and added "Ga goo-goo-goo ga"
“Good finish your bottles. It’s already after 7 and time for bed”
We finished our bottles and were instructed to crawl upstairs. Going up steps was not nearly as hard as going down. Susan continued to take pictures that I feared would be shown to our friends. That was to be the least of our issues. When we got to the hallway we started to crawl towards Steve’s room. “Where are you going?” Susan asked as she directed us to closed door of the guest room. Our mothers snickered watching our backsides waddle from the thickness of our diapers.
Susan opened the door and brought them in. Both our eyes opened wide in both fear and amazement In the middle of the room there was a very large single cot, an oversized rocking-horse, a jumpy seat connected to the ceiling and an oversized changing table with stacks of cloth diapers on the shelve below.
“Your pacifiers are not in your mouths!” Susan yelled, “I expect that you would be happily blabbering when you saw this room!” "Goo-goo ga-ga-ga goo." "Ga goo-goo-goo ga" Steve and I tried to convincingly show how happy we were. In fact, I was terrified!
“Other than the little mess you made in your diaper earlier, you really haven’t used them. So, into the cot for you both. “ My mom stated as she lowered the side rails. “We’ll change your diapers after you have wet them.” All I could do is stare at Steve, and he at me in terror.
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Interesting both mothers in on their punishment as baby girls. Hope they have a nice wet and messy sleep in their crib...giggles :)
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Susan led us to the cot. We continued blabbering as if we were talking to each other as she helped us into the cot and lifted the side-rails. The fit was tight, but we were able to lay side by side with my left arm pressed against Steve’s right arm.
“We’ll be back in a minute,” our moms told us. While they were gone Susan started to tease us. “Who’s the widdle baby girls now? Did you use your didies yet? Having fun yet? Embarrass me by making me wet the bed. You don’t know what embarrassment is! Just wait!” Steve started to cry. I just gazed at her trying to understand why my mom would allow her to torment us.
Our mothers returned with bottles of formula. I grimaced at the prospect of yet another bottle, but it wasn’t so bad when I tasted that nice warm formula. As we suc-ked on our bottles Susan pulled a pink flannel blanket printed with little ducks over us. Our moms dawdled around the room as we drank our formula. We watched her through the bars of our cot. Steve’s mom placed a baby monitor on the dressing table beside the cot and switched it on. “Now you’ll probably wet yourself during the night, so just cry into this and someone come and change you.”
Steve stopped suc-king on the bottle when he realized that it was going to make him wet himself during the night. “Now, now”, his mom scolded, “you must finish your bottle” and she held it in his mouth until he started suc-king again very reluctantly. They waited until we had finished every drop and then took the bottle from us. Our mothers fetched our dummies and pushed into our mouths. Susan than tied the dummies in place by the attached ribbons which she wound tightly round our heads several times before tying them in a bow. “This will keep you quiet. Just remember to cry when you wet yourselves.” Susan reminded us. We both moaned a feeble “Mmmmmmm! Nmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmf!” into our dummies.
“Oh, yes, make sure you cry when you poo in your diapers. I’m sure you’ll be doing that tonight as well.” Steve’s mom laughed as she looked knowingly at my mom. That’s when I realized they added something to our bottles. She added, “We’re going out for a few hours. Susan will babysit and change you. Make sure to cry to let her know when you’ve done something in your diapers.” “Sweet dreams”, Susan whispered as they were leaving the room. Sweet dreams? This was more like a nightmare. She switched off the light and left the door slightly ajar.
I could see that it was still bright outside. There was also a nightlight plugged in at the corner of the room. I couldn’t get my mind off the implications of his predicament. Steve was crying softly while I just stared at the ceiling. It was getting uncomfortable with both of us in the cot together. I started to wiggle around to get comfortable which was matched by Steve. It was going to be a long night.
Susan was peeping in the door. When she saw us wiggling around, she came in. “Oh, can Babykins not sleep?” Steven glared at her. “Oh, you can’t get comfortable. I’ll help you.”
Susan commanded us to lay on our sides and face each other. She than took a length of cord and slips the first one through the D ring in my baby rein and attaches it to Steve’s baby rein. She pulls the two ends of the cord tautly together between us before tying it a very tight knot. Forcing us very closely together with our chests up against each other, the tips of our dummy gags touching. We unleash a torrent of outraged, helplessly girlish squeals through our dummies.
Steve, I want you to hug David and David, I want you to hug Steve. She then tied my hands together behind Steve’s back and his behind mine. She tied another rope to my bound hands and passed it between our legs. The other end was tied to Steve’s hands. She then set about binding my ankles very tightly together with the ribbons. She manipulates my ankles up and ties them to Steve’s hands and then does the same to Steve’s ankles only his are tied to my hands. We are effectively hogtied to each other. Straightening our legs would pull the others hands back which in turn would pull the ribbon between our legs forcing our diapers closer together. In one last cruel gesture, Susan passed a ribbon between the plastic loop of our dummies, tying them together as close as she could. All we could do is stare at each other in shock. It was going to be a long, uncomfortable night.
Susan looks at us bound, gagged, babified with a cruel, amused smile. "Have fun tonight, my darling little baby girls." she giggled as she added while leaving, “and you look so sweet together,” inspiring an angry squeal from her brother. “Like two sissy lovers.”
Steve started to struggle desperately, but the cords pulling us so intimately together, makes any real movement impossible. Instead, all we could do is whimper and squeal and struggle. The more we wiggled, the closer we were pulled together! As we wiggled, some new sensations begged for my attention as the rope between my legs caused our diaper covers to rub against each other. Amazingly, I was rock hard and ready once again to relieve the pressure that was building. I started rubbing the front of my diaper cover against Steve’s. It was kind of a feeble effort since I couldn't move much of anything, but it was enough. Steve felt the rubbing and started rubbing back by pulling down on his feet, thus moving the rope and increasing the tension at my crotch. As much as I wanted to escape this ultra-humiliating fate, I could not help but surrender to the pleasure. It took a little while longer than before, but finally I climaxed and sagged, exhausted.
Several minutes passed before Steve or I moved a muscle after I finished. I actually started getting sleepy when I felt a little gentle tugging at my wrists. Steve was attempting to do what I had done to bring myself to climax. The tugging at my wrists was gentle and hesitant at first. But Steve must have quickly decided he liked the feeling because the tugging at my wrists soon began in earnest. I tugged on the rope from my end, trying to match the swiftly developing rhythm of Steve’s humping. Our wide, sex filled eyes met It suddenly stopped and Steve let out a whimper.
I began to feel an irresistible urge to relieve myself. Somehow it became almost a point of honor not to wet myself, but I was fighting a losing battle. The pressure in my bladder steadily increased as time passed, and eventually I just had to let go. A warm flood poured out into my nappy and ran around my crotch, soon to turn my nappy into a wet, soggy lump around me, trapped within my plastic baby pants. Unable to do anything about it, I soon relaxed and drifted off to sleep for a few minutes.
I woke up to the sound of Steve quietly moaning as he lay in his cot, and I quickly began to realize why. I suddenly heard a gurgling sound coming from my bowels and felt a movement within. Something was happening. Steve began to moan and writhe against our restraints as the laxative our mothers put in our bottles began to take its effect on both of us. More and more frequently my bowel movements increased in frequency and intensity, and a grim determination not to let go overcame me. As the laxative worked towards its inevitable result, I squeezed my buttocks tightly together and began to squirm desperately within my restraints. I started to get stomach cramps, and another ugly suspicion started to grow. If someone didn't get back soon, I was going to do a lot more than just wet myself. I tried to call Susan to let me out, but all I could mumble through my dummy was 'Mmmmmm! Mmmmp! Mmmmmmf!
I squirmed in frustration. "Nnnnggghhhh!" I had to get Susan’s attention. "NNNNGGGGGHHHHH!" I groaned through my soother. I listened. Nothing. "NNNNGGGGGGHHHHH?.nnnnngggghhhh. ?..hhhhh". My groans petered out into a whimper. She wasn’t coming. Steve was also moaning and sobbing with a dreadful, agonizing embarrassment. Our sufferings were accompanied by the loud, cruel laughter of Susan, as she walked into the room.
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giving them baby punishment is great, although the real torture has to be the poopy diapers. Good story!
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I winced at the full realization of what we were about to do. We were going to poo in our nappies. Steve shook in frustration. "Nnnnggghhhh!" Now we were truly defeated. Bound together and gagged, unable to move or talk, unable even to control our bodily functions. But for some reason I am still deeply aroused.
First there was a burst of flatulence and then the gushing sound of a very messy poo filling Steve’s nappy. Steve’s groans petered out into a whimper.
My poo was coming whether I liked it or not. I tried to exercise whatever control I had. I winced. This was going to be very messy. There was a gush, then two more before I was done. Tied together, there was nothing we could do but stare at each other terror. We just lay back in frustration. I cried out "PLEASE CHANGE MY NAPPY!" But all that came out was "Nnnnnggggghhhhh!"
"I think I hear the Babies crying. Whew!” laughed Susan. She held her nose. "Oh dear! Do the Babies need their nappies changed? It’s all right sweeties.” she said as she lowered the side rails to our crib. “Little baby girls often do poopy in their diapers. I’ll will take care of it.”
She untied us and helped us out. “Don’t forget that babies crawl” We got down on all fours and was directed toward the changing table. I winced as I felt the load in my nappy shift. It was a fully equipped changing table just made bigger for our size.
“Baby sister, you just sit there and wait your turn.” Susan snickered as she had me stand up to unbuckle my baby reins and pull them off. "Nnnnnggggghhhhh!" Steve screamed as he sat, and the load squished around his nappy.
Susan removed my shoes, socks, gloves and then untied the bow of my baby bonnet and removed it. Next she unfastened the bow of my baby frock and the buttons down the back and removed the frock and matching frilly white panties. I was left standing in my diaper and plastic diaper cover with my soother still firmly tied in place.
Susan helped lift me up onto the changing table. I winced again as I sat on the table and the load squished around my nappy. I laid back and Susan got to work peeling off my plastic pants. "Oh dear!" Susan said. “You stink, but this is so worth it.” The smell got stronger. She unpinned my nappy and carefully removed it taking as much of my mess as possible with it. I heard it plop in a bucket. She held my legs up in the air and wiped my bottom. I looked up and there were our mothers smiling at us. I assumed that Susan and they would hate having to clean my bottom in this way, but they didn't seem to mind at all.
"Turn over", my mum called out as she took over. I did as I was told. I was now facing a mirror and could see my own face with the soother still tied in my mouth. Behind, my mother opened a pack of baby wipes and started to clean all around my bottom. She was humming happily. I didn't really want to watch my own nappy change, but I couldn't take my eyes from the mirror.
She powdered my bottom liberally and gave him a playful spank when she was done. Then she took a clean nappy from a large pile. "Over again!" I saw the nappy in her hands. When was this going to end? I couldn't ask because of the damn soother. "Nnnnggggghhhhh", I whimpered pleadingly.
My mother smiled. "Come along now. It's so nice having a baby to look after again." She made me lift my bottom and slid a clean new nappy under and pinned me into it. She pulled it up around my bottom. I noticed something different. “Hhhmmpppffff?” “It’s a thicker nappy honey. That way you can wet yourself when you’re asleep and we don’t have to get up and change you in the middle of the night.”
“Nnnnggghhhh!” I complained. When she was done I found that I couldn’t close my legs much. She pulled a much bigger pair of plastic pants over my nappy and tucked everything in. My mom lifted me off the table as Susan came towards me with a white fleece sleeper with little pink lambs embroidered all over it. "Oh, that’s so adorable!" exclaimed mom. "Even your frilly bonnet matches the shade of white” she said as she re-tied my bonnet on.
I stepped into the sleeper and pushed my arms into the sleeves. She buttoned it up as I realized that it was footed, and my hands had ended up sliding into padded gloves at the end of the sleeves.
As I was crawling towards the cot, Steve was suffering the same fate as I. Cleaned and rediapered in the thicker nappies, plastic pants and pink bonnet. He was dressed in a pink fleece sleeper with cute baby girls embroidered all over it. His hands also in padded gloves at the end of the sleeves made it impossible for him to remove the sleeper without help.
My mom helped me into the cot giving me a playful spank on my thickly nappied bottom as I climbed in. I noticed the sparkle in her eye. I’m not sure if she noticed mine. Steve was helped into the cot by his sister. He wasn’t as lucky as she gave him a hard smack on his backside to punctuate his fate.
Susan raised the side bars and they clicked into place. “Now you’re not to wake anyone for a change during the night. If you wet yourselves, that nappy will take it.” We both layed cramped side by side in the crib on our backs and suc-ked on our soothers. The thick diapers forced our legs open making it hard to roll over.
Susan went downstairs and came back with a doll and a teddy. Steve glared at her. “Maybe the teddy then.” He relented at the lesser of two evils and she tucked the teddy in beside him and the doll beside me. “Can I read them a story?” Susan asked. “Would you like Susan to read you a bed-time story?” Our mom’s asked. "NNNNGGGGGGHHHHH...nnnnngggghhhh” we tried to answer. Susan pulled up a chair and opened a book. It was “Goodnight Moon.”
Susan’s mom produced a tape recorder and half a dozen tapes of nursery rhymes and lullabies. She put a tape in a pressed play. “Go to sleep. Go to sleep,” a lady sang. “We won’t be needing this”, she said taking away the baby monitor. “Sleep tight and I’ll see you in the morning.” Their mothers and Susan gave them a little wave as they nursery rhyme music played on. They turned the light off and closed the door. They all agreed it was hilarious.
Steve was quietly sobbing while I was envisioning what tomorrow would bring.
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I love reading a new story that uses nappies and plastic pants rather than diapers. Being a Terry nappy fan i can really freely the whole nappying process. :-)
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I think it's going to be awfully tough for the boys to get free of this punishment. I have a feeling it might be more prolonged than they think.
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I agree it maybe a little longer than short term
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Thank you for this excellent story Hillary! I have to agree with the other reviewers; this treatment hardly seems short term given the investment in nursery furniture and clothing. I think the boys are in for an extended, heavily nappied baby punishment. Must have used many diapers for nighttime as the moms had to use larger plastic pants. Also must have looked adorable in their escape proof sleepers. There seem to be indications that David may not be as upset as Steve with their predicament. Nevertheless, clearly an overreaction to their prank on Susan. Starting to feel a little sorry for the boys.
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The two of us fidgeted uneasily in the cot. It was barely wide enough for us to lie on our backs. With the thick nappy, it was tough to move. However, I was able to roll onto my side facing away from Steve. I gazed out through the wooden bars at the room illuminated by the glow of a night light, thinking about the last few hours, wondering what surprises tomorrow would bring.
It got quiet; Steve had cried himself to sleep. I was able to move my doll so that I could examine her face in the glow of the light. Is this what I looked like? I gave her a hug and put her on my chest. Next my thoughts turned to the pacifier strapped in my mouth. I wondered if a baby's mouth felt as full as mine did.
I became aroused and started rubbing the front of my sleeper. I grew hard. But the thick nappy made it difficult for me to bring it to a conclusion. I squirmed in my sleeper desperately trying to climax, but it was impossible. I laid there frustratedly suc-king hard on my soother.
I continued to be obsessed by these thoughts until an arm swung over me and Steve pulled me in closer. He was spooning me and pushed his groin towards my bottom. It actually felt nice and being held tightly was somewhat consoling.
About midnight, I awoke with a jolt. I had to pee. I held out as long as I could but eventually let go. “Nnnnggghhhh!” I cried out. I remembered the baby monitor had been removed and that no one could hear me. As he laid in my wet, warm nappy a few tears came. Eventually I dropped off again.
I awoke in the morning when disturbed by some movement. I realized that Steve was starting to wake and was gently rubbing his groin against my bottom. “Ugggghhh!!” Steve’s writhing sexually aroused me, and I frustratingly tried to a climax. Again, I was prevented by the thickness of my nappies.
“Oh, my g-d!” Susan exclaimed as she and our moms walked into the room. “I guess we can’t leave these two lovebirds alone for a minute.” “Nnnnggghhhh!” “Hhhmmpppffff?” we protested unison.
Steve’s mom lowered the bars on the cot. She took two fingers and slid them under Steve’s diaper to check if he was wet. He was’t. She then checked me. “Well, you’re not too wet. I think we will change you after you had your bottles and baths.
We were both helped out of our crib and told to crawl to our mothers who were sitting in rocking chairs in front of a bay window. Susan lifted us up onto our mother’s lap.
My mother grabbed me, pushing my head down in the crook of her right arm and making cooing sounds at me. "There, there, now baby's going to have her tummy filled with a nice baba, is she ready for that, oh yesss she is.” I felt my face on fire again, diapered and dressed like a little baby girl in my mothers' arms about to be fed from a bottle with scheming Susan watching. I felt the buckles on the pacifier being loosened by Susan. Mom pulled a baby bib under my chin and fastened it behind my neck with a series of snaps. The bib which had a little girls' nursery print on the plastic, and MOMMY'S FUSSY EATER written across the absorbent terry front. I leaned further back into the comfort of mothers' arm, figuring the smartest thing to do was remain silent. I just lay there, contentedly suc-king away on my bottle.
Steve was similarly cradled in his mom’s arm. His bib read MOMMY’S BABY GIRL. Once his pacifier was removed, he started protesting, “This is not funny, en-mmmpf” His mom shoved the nipple of the baby bottle in his mouth “Mmmppff!” he objects. “That’s better”, his mom said, and she calmly adjusts her position to better cradle him. “You are going to have to get used to drinking formula baby because this is all babies are allowed.” Tears welled up in his eyes again as he thought about that. He suc-ked on his bottle as his sister took more pictures.
“I didn’t think it was funny when you and Dave forced Susan to wet her bed. Who do you think had to clean it up? “Mmmmmm!” He replied as she pressed the bottle against his lips to punctuate her point. “So, here is the rest of it, you will both be fed a bottle every two hours. You will do whatever Susan, or we tell you without question or your baby time will last passed this weekend. Steve, you’ve added an extra day for talking.” Steve moaned. She felt inside his diaper and said “Good, you finally wet yourself.”
“Dressed as you are, we can’t call you Steve or David anymore.” my Mother added. “ When you are dressed as babies, Steve will be Baby Sarah and David, you are now Baby Daisy.
I finished my bottle. “You need to burp, you're wet and it’s time for a bath." I smiled at her and she helped me sit up and gently tapped on my back. I gave out a little burp and after a few more taps a large burp she laughed. Baby Sarah also let out a burp.
“We’re going too get your bath ready.” Baby Sarah’s mom informed us. “Susan, put Baby Sarah on the rocking hoarse and Baby Daisy in the jumpy chair. And don’t forget, you don’t have your paci’s in your mouth. So, what should we hear?”
"Goo-goo ga-ga-ga goo" I replied as I started to bounce in my chair. "Ga goo-goo-goo ga" Baby Sarah gurgled rocking back and forth on the rocking horse. “I expect you to continue until we get you for your bath.” "Ga-ga goo-goo" I continued trying to figure out what was in store for us. It was only a bath. How bad could that be? I’ll be glad to get out of my wet nappy.
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one wet nappy just the beginning for these sissy babies. Looking forward to bath time and what devious things Susan may have planned for the 2 sissy babies. Keep up the good story
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Bath scenes have been a favorite of mine for quite a while. It's hard to be more vulnerable than when you're in the tub, so I'm very excited to see what comes next!
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It felt like hours that Baby Sarah was rocking on the horse and I was bouncing in the bouncy chair. It was probably only a half-hour. "Goo-goo ga-ga-ga goo" "Ga goo-goo-goo ga" we complained to each. None of which would make sense to anyone listening, but we knew what each other were saying.
Our mothers returned and stood us in front of them. ”Did Bakykins have a fun time rocky wocky and bouncy wouncy?” mom asked. “Its time for your baffy waffy” Steve’s mom added as they unbuttoned and removed our sleepers. We were left standing in just our wet nappies and plastic pants. “We’re going to leave your dummy gags off so only baby talk when you talk. Now, crawl to the bathroom.” we were ordered.
Our chuckling mothers slowly followed us as we awkwardly shuffled all the way to the bathroom, laughing and snidely commenting on the way our huge padded rears swished and swayed so babyish from side to side.
Susan was waiting for us. It was a decent-sized bathroom, decorated in a pale pink with a shiny porcelain bathtub. Baby powder scent filled the bathroom.
My mom removed my plastic pants, then my diaper. I embarrassedly cupped my hands tightly over my tiny shriveled p-nis and balls. Noticing my embarrassment, Susan laughed, “I used to change Steve… I mean Baby Sarah’s nappies when she was a baby. You have nothing I haven’t seen. Put your hands down.” Susan looking at her brother, “You too Baby Sarah.” She stood there naked as well.
The bathtub was already half-full of water, bubbling from the soft powdery sweet-scented Luvs Baby Soft perfumed Bubble Bath. We were ordered to get in. I sat in the back, and Baby Sarah sat near the middle, facing away from me.
Our Moms started whispering to Susan, describing their evil intentions for us, I'm sure. They all giggled. “We are going to get your outfits ready for this morning,” mom said as they both turned to leave. “Susan’s in charge.” Susan’s mom added. Susan suddenly got serious and ordered us to wash each other.
I found a bar of Johnson's Baby Soap and began soaping myself up. "No! Wash each other!" Baby Sarah stiffened, and I hesitated, not wanting to embarrass her. "Do it!" Susan insisted. I reached forward and started soaping up Baby Sarah’s back. Baby Sarah was sitting straight as a board. I soaped her up gently and went slow. After a few moments, she started to relax. Everything went well until I reached around to soap up Baby Sarah’s front-side. I had another erection. I couldn't help it.
Susan seized the opportunity to embarrass us. "I was right you’re in love – at least Baby Daisy seems to be." Baby Sarah didn't seem to think much of the comment since he couldn't see my erection behind him. I hoped he wouldn't freak out when he did see it.
I cautiously moved my hands down into Baby Sarah’s groin. She stiffened again, but Susan encouraged, "Wash that part really good. I don't want your dirty parts messing up the pretty baby clothes mom is putting out for you." I looked at Baby Sarah, but she continued to stare straight ahead as if to look at me would be to acknowledge something terrible. I concentrated on washing Baby Sarah’s soft, little p-nis. To my surprise it began to stiffen. Baby Sarah still looked straight ahead, but she now looked deflated. I tried to wash her there as quickly as possible. I didn't want to embarrass her further than I had to. Soon I was finished, and we were instructed to switch places.
I thoroughly enjoyed the washing Baby Sarah gave me. I moaned softly as she soaped my back and arms, and my breathing and moaning increased when he began on my little pen-is. She stopped just short of bringing me off, though. I was disappointed but I tried not to show it. I could feel my cheeks warming as I got more and more excited, and I'm sure Susan noticed.
When Baby Sarah was done, I looked up at Susan to get our next instruction and found she was holding an ugly-looking contraption. It appeared to be a rubber water bottle with a long tube attached.
"Drain the tub," she ordered.
I was starting to get nervous. I didn't like the looks of the thing in her hands, and I was starting to get a notion of what it was for. The tub slowly drained and I was shaking, but not from the cold. "Get on your hands and knees - both of you."
Baby Sarah and I got on our hands and knees, and Susan inserted the tube into my rear end. Susan released a clip on the tube and I could feel something happening, though it took a few moments to feel the liquid that was filling my backside. After a few minutes, it felt as if my abdomen would burst but the bag was drained.
"I'm going to remove the tube," explained Susan, "but you better hold it in if you know what's good for you." As the tube came out, I could feel the liquid in my ass attempting to follow, but I did my best to constrict my anus and hold it in.
The bottle was refilled, and the procedure was repeated with Baby Sarah. When the bag was again empty, I was told to get up and let the liquid out in the toilet. I got up slowly, straining to keep the liquid in. I think I might have let a few drops out, but I made it to the toilet. When I let the liquid out, I thought it would never stop. I think Baby Sarah had to wait even longer than I did before she could release the liquid into the toilet. I could see the strain on her face as her turn came to make the journey to the toilet.
After our bowels were evacuated and we were dried off, Susan had us rub baby lotion on each other, sprayed us both with some baby powdered perfume and patted us in various places with powder.
"Our little baby girls are all fresh and clean inside and out." Susan smirked as she led us to the nursery where two identical pink summer linin baby bib rompers were laid out on the crib. The bib front and straps are edged with lots of ruffles. The bib straps will lay over our shoulders and meet in the back at the center of the panty to be tied together in a bow. The bottom of the romper bubbles out with ruffles and elastic around the legs. The sides and back are open to the panty giving it an infantile look.
I was lifted up onto the changing table by my mom who started to rub baby oil into my groin and between my spread legs. I was horrified to see my peenie uncontrollably thickening again. I tried in vain to will it away, and my cheeks blushed rosily as it continued to grow harder under my mom's soft caressing hands. Her face was business-like while she poured the faintly perfumed powder over my embarrassing erection. I gasped in shock when she disdainfully gripped the sensitive swollen head between the tips of her thumb and forefinger, to lift my stiffie aside so she could massage the baby powder into my trembling tummy.
She raised my ankles and powdered around my bottom and between my splayed thighs. Still holding me by my ankles she slipped thick diaper under me. She drew it up between my legs and pinned the side together. I was actually thankful when she finally pinned my thick fluffy nappies in place over my embarrassing erection. My mom smiled. "It's so nice having a baby to look after again."
She held up a bonnet. "OH, that’s so adorable!" exclaimed my mom. "It's even the same shade of pink as your pretty bonnet." "Goo-goo ga-ga-ga.” I replied smiling at her as she tied the bonnet under my chin.
Baby Sarah was also powdered, diapered and dressed in the matching romper and bonnet.
Susan, as she started to take pictures again, had us crawl downstairs to our crib. Crawling behind Baby Sarah, I realized that the back seat of the romper was covered with five rows of ruffles. We looked like infants with our backs bare and our backsides waddling. I found this surprisingly stimulating.
Susan closed and locked the playpen gate after we crawled in. I looked at Baby Sarah and she me, realizing that they didn’t put us back in mittens or gag us with a dummy. “Now to make sure you behave, and don’t take off your nappies, I want you to both s-ck on this soother.” She said holding it up for us to see. It was two large size soothers with the handles taped together so that when inserted in our mouths, we would be an inch apart.
She had us get onto our hands and knees and face each other. I took the soother first and crawled closer to Baby Sarah who opened her mouth and suc-ked the other side. Susan than took two pieces of ribbon and tied each of our arms to each other making it impossible to move without dropping the soother. On our hands and knees, with our diapered buts sticking up, we stared at each other in shock.
Susan turned on the GooGoo and GaaGaa program on the Baby First Cable channel. “Don’t let that soother out of your mouths. ” Susan warned as she turned to leave, “I’ll be back in an hour to feed you your next ba ba. Have fun!” “Nnnnggghhhh!” yelled Baby Sarah through the soother.
We both glared at each other as our soothers started to wiggle in and out as he suc-ked them. In minutes a thin line of drool was running down onto my chin. With nothing to do but contemplate my situation, I blushed deeply as I imagined what people would say when they saw me in this infant ensemble.
As if to confirm my fears, the doorbell suddenly rang. "NNNNGGGGGGHHHHH.
..nnnnngggghhhh” we both cried out in panic
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Ooh! This is quite good! I still hold that there's no way they're getting out of this easily, but I'm enjoying the ride no matter what happens.
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I really love the revenge that Susan and the moms are getting on the boys. Great place to end this chapter with someone at the door.
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I'm.loving the story and any payback that get dished out
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I love this also. They are just stories and I wish people would just let the writers write what they want and if they want different stories write them. It's hard enough as it is.
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I love the story so far, this is a fiction site so write what makes you happy, if it all had to be true then there would be no stories.
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“I’ll get the door.” Yelled, Baby Sarah’s mom. I tried to fight back tears at the thought of someone seeing me dressed like a one-year old girl. The tears were welling in Baby Sarah’s eyes and his lip was quivering around the soother. It felt like hours until I heard the door close. I closed my eyes trembling as I listened to footsteps getting closer.
“It was just a delivery,” Baby Sarah’s mom said as my mom and her entered the room. “WHAT IS GOING ON IN HERE? SUSAN! GET IN HERE RIGHT NOW!” My mom ran over to the crib. “Why are you tied like that?” We both tried to explain to her without dropping the soothers, ““Nnnnggghhhh!” “Mmmppff!”
As my mom untied us Susan sheepishly entered into the room. “You are only supposed to embarrass them, not torture them. What is wrong with you?” Susan started to reply but her mom told her to stop. “What did you plan next? An afternoon in a metal shed in the hot sun? I will deal with you later. Go get them some toys to play with.”
As Susan left our mothers gently slipped their hands under our armpits and lifted us from the play pen. I whimpered and struggled a little.
“Shhh my precious,” she whispered to me as she wiggled a soother into my mouth. “I’ll take care of my baby.” Slowly I was lifted into my mother’s arm. I whimpered again, wriggled and buried my face in her shoulder. My mother smiled. As my mother liftied my warm body I burrowed into her. Her hand supported my wet heavily padded bottom and the other behind my head she carried me to a chair allowing me to slip onto her lap. Baby Sarah’s mom was doing the same thing to her.
“Gaa Gaa,” I croaked and whimpered through my soother. My Mommy smiled adoringly at me. “Yes, it’s Mama my precious. It’s Mama.” She said as she gently roked me. I smiled at her through my soother. “Awww darling Mommy won’t let Susan hurt her baby,” she soothed adjusting his slender body until he was cradled in her arms. “Good baby,” she praised. “Good baby.” She caressed my face. Her eyes focused on my angelic face. “You’re just a baby. Mommy’s baby, aren’t you?” she repeated again. I nodded. His mother smiled at his acknowledgement. “Of course, you are honey. Of course, you are.”
“What happens the rest of today and tomorrow may be embarrassing, but I promise you won’t be hurt,” Baby Sarah’s Mom said to both of us. Our mothers waited until we were settled before placing us back into the play pen.
Sarah returned with a box of baby toys. They sorted through the toys rejecting anything that said “one years or over” as “too difficult for our babies.” There were baby rattles; some Fisher Price toys, that made farmyard animal sounds, cuddly toys and letter blocks and of course every baby girls’ necessity, a selection of dollies and cuddly toys.
“They should be able to manage most of these toys”, my mom said. “It’s mostly just things they can push, shake or hold. They can’t do much more than that of course.” I looked forlornly at the toys. It looked like this was about exciting as things were going to get for us.
I looked out through the lace of my bonnet, suc-ked on my soother and dutifully shook a rattle while Baby Sarah played with the blocks. Baby Sarah’s Mom knelt by the playpen and got him to spell out simple words with the letter blocks. Getting bored with the rattle, I started to play with a baby dolly pretending to feed her. Again, Susan took pictures.
“We’ll be back in an hour with your bottles” Baby Sarah’s Mom said as my Mom and her left the room, “and Susan, don’t torture your babies.”
Once our mothers were gone, Susan knelt beside the playpen and told us to play with each of the toys in turn. She relished making us shake the rattles, causing the toy say moo and playing with the dolls. She made us hold baby dolls to our chest as if we were feeding them chuckling as she took more pictures.
Susan, watched over us and made sure that we happily played with our baby toys and suc-ked on our soothers. “I can’t wait to show these pictures to all of your friends.”
NNNNGGGGGGHHHHH...nnnnngggghhhh” we both cried out in panic.
I felt a surge of adrenaline, as it dawned on me that she could send these pictures to anyone. What would my friends think? Both our eyes went wide as we realized the shame that would entail if the pictures got out. I started to cry.
“What’s wrong precious?” Susan asked gleefully “you don’t want your friends to see my pictures.”
I sniffled a pleading “no” through my soother while Baby Sarah insistently shook her head no.
"Should I send these on to your friends?" she said. "Or are you going to be good baby girls and do what I say?"
The realization swept over me: like it or not, Susan now had complete power over us. If we do anything wrong like disobeying her, she could send out the pictures. We have to do what she tells us now. There was no choice.
“Uh hu” we both mumbled through our soothers .
"I thought you would agree" said Susan. “Now reach over and give each other a hug.” We shuffled close together and hugged each other. She had us pose in the most humiliating ways, holding hands, kissing each other’s cheeks, then hugging like lovers, all while she clicked away repeatedly to capture our shame.
“Okay. Now for the crowning shot,” she said wickedly, “I want you two sissies to kiss each other, right on the lips.”
We just stared at each other in horror.
“Go ahead, Baby Sarah,” she sneered, “Kiss your little baby friend.”
“Please, please don’t make us!” Baby Sarah begged, “why are you doing this?’
“Payback for all the horrible things you and baby Daisy did to me and my friends! You both thought it was hilarious when I had a sleepover and you switched honey for my shampoo and put eggs in our sneakers. Or the time you put powder in the nozzle of my hair dryer. What a mess. The time when I was with my friends in the yard and you turned on the sprinkler. But the worse is when you stole my diary and both of you read passages from it to your friends. I wanted to crawl under a rock. You had to read the passage about Jill, and I practice kissing with each other. For weeks we were teased about being lesbians. That almost ruined my life, some kids were mature and didn't tease me, but others did and made fun of me about my crush, how I'm bi curious, and my personal thoughts. I wanted to kill both of you, but what I have planned this weekend will be better.”
We shook our heads violently in fear and then looked at each other with apprehension.
“Please, please don’t make us!” Baby Sarah begged her again, but she picked up the camera and threatened to post the pictures for everyone to see. “Now, no more grown-up talking, from now on only baby talk.”
I gulped hard and threw my arms around Baby Sarah, kissing him as my hands went down to fondle the thick, seat of his romper. Baby Sarah’s lips felt soft and warm against my own and his bottom felt cushiony and erotic. A tear trickled down Baby Sarah’s cheek, but I kept kissing him, afraid to let go. At the same time, my own little wiener was fighting against its bonds within my diaper as it struggled to become hard. For some reason, I was getting tremendously turned on by kissing Baby Sarah and I couldn’t have been more surprised.
Meanwhile, Susan was getting countless shots of our embrace, my hands squeezing Baby Sarah’s thickly padded rump while he did the same with mine. As I opened my eyes, I could see that his were half closed, surrendering to my advances. His lips began to part, as if he wanted my tongue and without thinking, I accommodated him. His mouth was hot, and he moaned like a girl as I tentatively explored with my tongue, shocking myself with my own lack of inhibition.
At last, Susan gave us the signal and we were allowed to stop. We both blushed at each other. What have I done? I had just French-kissed my friend and Susan had pictures of it!
“Play with your toys. I’ll be back with your bottles soon. Don’t forget to cry if you need your nappies changed.” She smirked as she left.
We played with our dolls, gurgling into our dummies in true baby fashion, and I must admit I rather enjoyed it. Then the thunderbolt fell. I suddenly heard the sound of the front door being opened and closed, and a voice calling out 'Hi Susan, Where are you?” I knew it was Susan’s friend Jill. I went cold with panic. Desperately, Baby Sarah crawled to the play pen door and began to fumble the latch.
A few seconds later, Jill and Susan came into the room. Susan glanced at me for an instant, and then strode over to where Baby Sarah was frantically trying to open the door to get out of the play pen. “Oh no you don't,” she said, and quickly pushed him back.
Jill took one look at us and burst into gales of laughter. I was so shocked and mortified that without even realizing it, a stream of pee burst out from me, soaking the front of my diapers. A few tears of humiliation welled up in Baby Sarah’s eyes as he also realized what was in store for us.
"Delightful' chuckled Jill, walking over and arranging my bonnet neatly, “I always wanted a baby sister. Looks like I've got one now, haven't I?” A chorus of giggles went up as I blushed crimson with humiliation and started to cry. I was quickly joined by Baby Sarah.
"Oh, you poor babies! Awww, don't cry! Don't worry. Jill will look after Baby Daisy, and I'll take care of Baby Sarah." Susan sarcastically said as she gathered Baby Sarah and her dolly in her arms and took her out of the play pen.
"That's a very pretty doll you have there, Baby Daisy. Is she yours?" Jill smiled kindly down at me when I tearfully nodded, still incapable of speech. I held my baby doll cradled in one arm and clutched Jill’s hand tightly, and let the grinning young woman lead me along like a distraught toddler. Jill lifted me off my feet and sat on the sofa with me sitting on her warm bare knees. She tried heroically to stop me crying, but I was temporarily inconsolable. She cooed and clucked in wordless mothering tones as she made me lie across the sofa with my head in her soft inviting lap. I clutched my wet doll tighter in my arms as I cried like a big sissy in front of this beautiful teenager, fat tears of shame rolling down my hot red cheeks.
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Excellent new chapter. All totally probable and extremely embarrassing and humiliating. The girls are getting back their own and Susan's "lust for vengeance" has been checked by her mother. Susan will have to be careful of following through on her blackmail, effective as it is, since release of the pictures could lead to physical harm to the two babies.
Amazed and delighted to find a phrase from my comment in the story. :) (blushes)
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I am a newbie on here and I just read this story and got so excited that my own little weiner got all excited and was poking out straight. Hope to make some friends on here. Still learning how to use. This is my first post
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I am liking how this story is going
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Susan left and returned with our bottles and handed one to Jill. Cooing gently Jill reached over the top of me, removed my paci and slipping the bottle’s nipple into my mouth. As the warm milk started flowing I felt a stirring in my diaper. Jill noticed and placed her hand carefully and gently on the front of my romper until her fingers were on top of my tiny, but throbbing pen-is. "Well, CupCake...seems we like nursing on your bottle, huh? Do you like the taste of milk, snookums?" She was slowly fondling the front of my romper "Do you like feeling my hand on your baby winky like this?"
OMG...her hand did feel incredible. She gently continued her rubbing as I slowly nursed on the bottle...the milk was delicious, so sweet and flavorful, and I was suc-king as fast as I could. I closed my eyes and drifted off to a soft safe place in my mind.
Jill's hand slipped from my romper and I wiggled and groaned trying to get her to put it back. The bottle's nipple came loose for a second and I tried to plead with her but all that came out was, "ne-mo-mama nee mo-mo." "Shhhhh...not now, CupCake...but soon. And how sweet...you calling me mama." That's not what I was trying to say but what could I do.
I felt the weight of her arm and hand between my legs, holding me snugly on her lap. Even though she had teased me without allowing me release I felt warm, safe and snug. I didn’t even notice that I was peeing again. She started humming softly as I continued to nurse on the bottle and I started to drift off to sleep when I heard a moan from Baby Sarah who was similarly being fed by her sister. It took another 10 minutes before Baby Sarah and I finished the rest of our bottles.
You need to burp, you're wet and you're sleepy." She helped me sit up and gently tapped on my back. I gave out a little burp and after a few more taps a large burp. She then replaced my paci. Feeling inside my diaper she said "wet. It’s time to change you." Baby Sarah let out a burp that brought me out of my daze.
Oh my g-d, Jill is going to see me naked. "NNNNGGGGGGHHHHH...nnnnngggghhhh” I cried in panic. “What’s wrong, baby doesn’t want me to change her diaper? You don’t have anything I haven’t seen before.” She said chuckling as she winked at Susan. “Don’t worry, we’re going to have so much fun with the things we have planned.” Susan chimed in. As both girls started laughing, both Baby Sarah and I started wiggling and slapping with our hands to try and get free. “Oh no you don’t!” Jill screamed as she held tightly. “You were both so good for your bottles, but now I think you need a good spanking for trying to get away.”
Susan dragged Baby Sarah to a straight back chair, took off her romper, plastic panties and diaper then sat down and draped the sobbing Sarah over her upraised knee. Jill dragged me by the shoulder straps of my romper to a chair next to Susan’s. Throwing me across her lap, she surprised me by leaving my diapers in place. Maybe she intended to just give me a demonstration of her anger by spanking me on my well-padded butt. My short-lived sense of reprieve was not to be however--instead, as I lay face downwards with my diapered bottom up in the air, she gripped the snaps on the crotch of my romper unsnapping them in one swift move and pulled them open. She then pulled the elastic waistband of my plastic panties and yanked downward. Pushing the back of my panties out of the way, she proceeded to unpin the thick cloth of my diapers and push that back as well.
Now my tender bottom lay exposed to everyone and I saw Jill smiling at me wickedly. Spitting out my paci, "Nooo!'' I wailed but I was cut short by the stinging slap of her hand. "OWWW-WAA!!!" I cried. Her and Susan’s hands rained down on our youthful cheeks harshly. I kicked and sobbed, banging the floor with my hands and wriggling over her lap in a futile attempt to escape. Jill was quite strong however and I was no match for her. She easily held me in place while she paddled my bottom determinedly.
I cried for all I was worth as the assault on my fanny continued. My cheeks received equal punishment. They went from a bright, candy apple red, to a flaming, deep crimson, hot and stinging over every square inch. At long last, the spanking was over.
Both Sarah and I lay over the lap of our punishers, too weak to move, bawling like babie. I knew I was making a spectacle of myself in front of everyone but I couldn't help myself. As I cried, I felt my Jill taking off my romper so that I was naked like Baby Sarah. With little sympathy, Jill raised me up into a standing position and I rubbed my butt, trying to assuage the pain. At the same time, my legs were wobbly and unsteady and my sobbing went unabated. “Now, I suspect that you will not be a problem for the rest of the weekend,” Susan snarked to the both of us. “Now crawl to the nursery for your diaper change. And wait for us. I think the mittens go back on.”
Sniffling naked we crawled to back upstairs to the nursery, worrying about what they would do next.
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I know it's been a few years since I added to this story. I now have time to finish it.
Jill brought me over to the changing table. Helping lift me up on the table, she had me lay on my back. I couldn’t help it, my p_nis was erect again. Jill looked at Susan with a smile, who smiled back. “I think someone likes the attention,” she chuckled.
They both looked over to Baby Sarah, who was just crawling into the nursery. “Now Baby Sarah, I think it’s time for you to help diaper Baby Daisy.” Baby Sarah looked at Baby Daisy’s erect p_nis. He then looked at Jill. “Go on”, she said. “I’ll instruct you as to what to do. You don’t want to be spanked again, do you?”
Baby Sarah didn’t know where to look. It was perfectly clear to the girls what was about to happen. All I could do was lay on the changing table stare at the ceiling, s_ck my paci with the hope that the change would be quick. I tried to think of something else but there was no avoiding my reaction.
“Now Baby Sarah, there’s a pack of baby wipes there. Go ahead and wipe all around Baby Daisy’s groin.” Very reluctantly Baby Sarah reached out and started rubbing my crotch with a wipe. I felt a stirring in my groin as Baby Sarah cleaned me up. “Nnnggghhh!” I squirmed and tried to breathe steadily.
Jill instructed me to turn over onto my Stomach. I sighed heavily as my bottom was wiped. “Now Sarah take the baby powder and sprinkle it on his bottom and spread it all around with your hand.” “Gaa Gaa,” I croaked and whimpered through my soother. Taking great care to spread the powder over my bottom evenly with his hand further excited me.
“Back again.” I rolled over. Baby Sarah taking great care to spread the powder over my skin evenly with his hand. “Make sure you rub the powder onto his p-nis well, you don’t want it to get diaper rash,” Jill laughed. That turned out to be enough and I came all over Baby Sarah’s hand much to the amusement of Susan and Jill. “I knew you liked the attention!”
“I’ll take over from here,” Jill pushing blushing Baby Sarah aside. “Upsie woopsie,” she said to get me to raise my bottom, “So I can slide a clean diaper under you.” I whimpered and raised my bottom as she slid the nappy under and pulled it up either side and between my legs. She pinned both sides of the front and flapped out a dry pair of frilly pink plastic pants pulling them over my ankles and up. After a light tap on my foot, I lifted my bottom so she could pull them over my diaper. She tucked in the stray bits of diaper at the front. Then lifted my legs to check underneath. She held them there as she tucked the diaper in.
Jill patted it a few times playfully while the girls giggled at my squirming. Both thoroughly enjoying my humiliation, but I was just relieved to be finally have a nappy on. Baby Sarah waited reluctantly for his clean nappy to be pinned on.
Jill instructed me to raise my hands and threaded a onesie over my arms and head. It was basically white but had a babyish print of pink teddies dancing across the breast.
She tugged it down over my bulky nappy and stretched the tail over my padded bottom.
"Spread your legs a little more, Baby Daisy," she ordered curtly. Jill reached between my legs, pulled the dangling crotch pieces together and clipped closed the five chromed snap fasteners under my groin. She stretched the onesie's sides down over my bulging rear until my pink plastic panties were completely enclosed, the stretchy material pulling tautly across my huge bottom and clearly outlining the thick nappy pinned beneath.
I was ordered to “help” diaper Baby Sarah the same way he helped me. His sister then took over, diapered him and pulled up frilly white plastic pants. She finished dressing him with a pink onesie with babyish print of animal ABC blocks. “We’ll give them bottles before we put hem down for their nap.” Susan told Jill.
As Susan went off to the kitchen to get bottles, Jill pulled the leather fingerless mittens on both of us. She returned with two baby bottles of purple juice. Susan handed one to Jill. “What’s that?” Jill asked. She looked more closely and recognized the prune juice. Smiling she whispered to Susan, “That will get things moving this afternoon.” Jill had me sit on her lap and lie back a little. Sue did the same with Baby Sarah.
I suc-ked on my soother looking right into her cleavage. She removed my soother oh so slowly out of my 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. I shuddered at the taste of the juice. What is it? As the purple juice started flowing, I felt a stirring in my diaper. Jill noticed and placed her hand carefully and gently on the front of my onesie until her fingers were on top of throbbing pen-is. She gently continued her rubbing as I slowly nursed on the bottle. I closed my eyes and drifted off to a soft safe place in my mind.
I felt the weight of her arm and hand between my legs, holding me snugly on her lap. Even though she had teased me without allowing me release I felt warm, safe and snug. I didn’t even notice that I was peeing again. She started humming softly as I continued to nurse on the bottle and I started to drift off to sleep when I heard a moan from Baby Sarah who was similarly being fed by his sister. It took another 10 minutes before Baby Sarah and I finished the rest of our bottles.
She helped me sit up and gently tapped on my back. I gave out a little burp and after a few more taps a large burp. She then replaced my paci. “It’s time for your nap." They led us both to the crib.
“Lay down facing each other.” They replaced our pacifiers with the soothers with the handles taped together. Our mouths were an inch apart. “suc-k on your pacifiers. They better still be in your mouths when we come back. Now hug each other.” They connected our mittens together behind each other’s back so we couldn’t separate. “Have a good nap. I bet you can’t wait to find out what we have planned for you this afternoon. See you in a few hours!” Susan laughed as she turned off the light. As she was closing the door she added “I bet things will be moving soon.”
We were left staring at each other I was wondering what she meant, things will be moving soon, as I drifted off to sleep.
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I know it's been a few years since I added to this story. I now have time to finish it.
Hey Hillary, almost coming up to a year, any further thoughts .... pretty please .... ;-)
Great story, soooo much potential, hope you feel the inspiration.
Ace