Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Sissy Story Archives (older stories) => Recent Inactive Sissy Stories => Topic started by: DaraJaney on February 27, 2020, 08:36:38 AM
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Jake’s mother topped up her alimony by making costumes. She did some work for theatre companies but also there was a local group of girls who were into dressing up – ‘Cosplay’ he had heard it called or sometimes ‘Lolita’.
Living with just his mother and sister Diane, Jake was surrounded by female stuff so he paid little attention to his mother’s work and focused on his mobile phone which was the centre of his world. Diane got roped into modelling for his mother on occasion. She really detested modelling the Cosplay and Lolita stuff as she hated pink frilly things and wore mostly black.
Their mother had arranged a private show for the local girls one Saturday. On the Friday evening Diane crashed off her bike on the way home from school and broke her arm quite badly. They were in the emergency department until late that night making sure she was seen to.
Her mother asked her if she had any friends who could do the modelling the next day but there was no way Diane was asking any of her friends to do it. She had managed to keep her embarrassing modelling of Lolita clothes a secret from them and she wasn’t going to blow that now. Jake had often thought of trying to photograph or video her in those ultra-girly clothes so he could blackmail her! But like a lot of things, he never got around to it.
The following morning his mother had no other solution and so told Jake “you will have to model the clothes today”. He presumed she was joking and answered “yeah right!” and went back to his phone. “I’m serious. I need some sales today, I can’t call it off.”
She grabbed Jake by his elbow and hauled him away from the table. He tried to belt up his dressing gown as he was dragged along. She pulled him into her work studio and tugged his dressing gown off. He still couldn’t believe she was serious. But when she tugged his boxer shorts down and handed him a pair of plain white briefs he got more concerned. “No way mum!”
“Your mobile phone contract is due its monthly payment today, isn’t it?” He nodded. “Well I won’t pay it unless you do this.” She knew his phone was the most important thing in his life. He looked distraught. She was really going to make him do it.
She helped him on with the briefs and quickly grabbed a pair of white opaque tights. “No!” “Do you prefer to shave your legs?” she asked. He sighed. He would be the laughing stock of his football team if he was seen in the dressing rooms with shaved legs. His mother pulled the tights over his feet and up his legs and over his bottom.
Jake couldn’t believe this was happening. Next she held up a pair of white bloomers that had thick white lace around the ends of the legs. She pulled these up over his tights and the lace trim came to just above his knees.
Then there was a white blouse with thick lace around the collar and cuffs and several rows of frills across the front. There were little pink bows around the hem and his mother put a pink cravat around his neck tying it in a bow at the front.
From a bag she produced a flouncy multi-layered petticoat. She made him step into it and pulled it up around his waist, tying it in place. Then she threw a pink skirt over his head and pulled it down over the petticoats. The skirt had three layers of white lace all the way around.
As she produced a pair of pink knee socks with lace trim around the top, he wondered just how much frilly lace could a person wear? Then she took out a box containing a pair of pink high-block-heeled strappy sandals. When these were buckled on she made him stagger back and forth in them. “You’ll need a bit of practice.”
When he turned and faced the mirror. He winced. The lace trim on his bloomers peeked below his petticoats and lace just oozed from everywhere – around his neck, from his wrists, below his knees, on his skirt and blouse.
“Now the make-up!” his mother announced and sat him in front of the mirror. She pulled a small tight cap over his hair and then applied a thick foundation all over his face. Jake fiddled with his petticoats nervously as he watched his face disappear under layers of make-up. He acquired sharply defined eyebrows and eye-shadow, false eyelashes and mascara that gave him a wide-eyed look. She used a lip-liner well outside the contours of his actual lips before applying pink lipstick. She rouged his cheeks until he looked perpetually embarrassed – which he actually was of course.
He grumbled as she started to glue long pink false nails on the ends of his fingers but was assured that they could be easily removed at the end of the day.
When his mother was taking a box down from the top of the wardrobe he looked disconsolately at his reflection in the mirror. His frilly blouse, pink skirt, peeking bloomers, white tights, pink socks and shoes – his fluttering eyelashes, pink lips and rosy cheeks. On his head though was the odd looking cap making him look almost bald.
He saw his mother appear behind him holding a large blond wig with two enormous pony tails either side tied up with pink ribbons and a large pink bow already pinned on top.
As she lowered it onto his head and attached the clips to his wig cap, his heart sank as the last part of him that wasn’t already covered in pink or lace disappeared. His mother smiled in the mirror as she tugged his wig to get his ponytails straight and fluffed up the pink ribbons. “There we are!” Jake felt sick.
She made him stand up. He tried to smooth down his petticoats and his long false nails snagged on the hems and he could see that the long drooping lace on his cuffs was going to be a nuisance too.
His mother wasn’t quite finished. She pulled a pair of fingerless gloves over his hands, which had lace around the wrist and each finger and showed off his long pink nails nicely. She handed him a pink heart-shaped hand bag and a pink and white stuffed bunny. “Now you are ready!” He was ready to die as he clutched his hand bag and bunny nervously.
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Great story, Dara Janey. Hope you add another segment real soon.
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Loved the way you described the items he has to wear must make a beautiful sissy.
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Jake’s mother took four dresses from the clothes rail – all dripping in lace and pastel colours. She also took a suitcase of accessories out to the car. Jake cringed as she pushed him towards the front door. It was still early on Saturday and there was nobody about. He hoped that nobody would recognize him under all the frilly clothes, make-up and wig anyway. He tottered out to the car as quickly as he could in his high heels but had great difficulty getting all his layers of petticoats in the car door.
His mother drove off and he sat cringing in his tights and bloomers with the other dresses he was presumably going to have to wear swaying ominously from their hangers in the back of the car.
When they arrived at the house of one of the Lolita group members, he felt sick again at the prospect of having to walk into the group of people dressed like this. He was led into a room where they all sat around in their own frilly ultra-girly costumes. They all oohed and aahed at his clothes. “I love the bloomers peeking out!” “What a cute skirt!” “Gorgeous lacey gloves.”
Then someone asked “Is Diane not available today?” Jake cringed as he looked at his mother. “No, she had an accident yesterday, broke her arm.” They all expressed suitable concern for Diane. “So who is this then?” Jake looked desperately at his mother. What was she going to say?
“This is her brother Jake!” He wished the ground would open up and swallow him. The girls were astounded. “Wow!” “He’s so pretty!” “Such lovely legs in those tights and stockings!” “He makes such a pretty girl!” He was mortified, clutching his petticoats embarrassedly which just made the girls giggle at his obvious discomfort. “Aw, you do look pretty!”
Once they had had their fill of telling him how gorgeous he looked, he was dragged off to change into the next outfit. It was a lavender dress, naturally covered in lace frills with a stiff lace stand-up collar and white bows down the centre. His mother had supplied matching socks, bows and ribbons and he was marched into the room clutching a white hand bag with pink ponies on it.
The next dress was lemon with a high waist band and petticoats attached underneath and a frilly white pinafore on top. It was shorter than the other dresses but he was relieved not to have to wear bloomers underneath which would have been very much exposed. However, the panties his mother pulled up under his dress were a matching lemon colour with lines of lace across the back. Still, they didn’t peek from under his short dress.
He was getting the hang of modelling now. He walked up and down in the centre of the room, being careful as he turned that his petticoats didn’t swoosh out too far and expose those embarrassing frilly panties.
The girls loved the lace trim on each layer of petticoat and the stiff frills on his pinafore. When he was at one end of the room his mother took him by the shoulders and made him stand with his back to the room. “Now lift your petticoats at the back dear”, she instructed him. His jaw dropped as he gave her a pleading look. “You must show the girls all of the outfit dear”, she insisted. Tears came to the corners of his eyes as he heard the girls whispered among themselves “what is it, I wonder?”, “ooh I can’t wait to see!” It was clear that he couldn’t resist the anticipation in the room.
Giving his mother a disgusted look he reached back and pulled up his petticoats giving the girls a full view of his lemon frilly panties. “Ooh gorgeous!” But there was a lot of tittering. He went to lower his petticoats. “No! Hold them up a little longer!” He cringed as he stood holding his petticoats up to ensure all the girls had a good look at his frilly panties. As if they hadn’t been amused enough already seeing this boy in pretty dresses, tights and a big pony-tailed and beribboned wig.
He wasn’t even sure what colour the next dress was – apricot, peach – some kind of fruit. It was just as mortifyingly frilly and flouncey as the others and he was back in matching bloomers again.
The final dress was a pink creation with a white lace trimmed panel down the front with a large lace heart sown in. He was back in his pink socks but his mother changed his wig and placed another blond wig on him but this time with cascading ringlets. He noticed that it had mercifully no ribbons or bows but then his mother came towards him with a wide-brimmed bonnet. He winced as she placed it carefully over his blond ringlets and tied the thick pink ribbon under his chin.
When he walked in clutching his pink heart shaped handbag and bunny they just loved it. “What a gorgeous bonnet!” They made him turn his head this way and that to see it from all angles. The wide brim was elaborated decorated with little flowers and bows.
When they were done his mother announced “and so ends our show for today. How about a round of applause for our model !?” The girls clapped enthusiastically. Jake just looked even more embarrassed as he clutched his pink handbag and looked out demurely from under his pretty bonnet but he was relieved to be finally going home.
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I love the way your stories begin with with a realistic scenario, yet so embarrassing for the protagonist. His mother being truthful about his identity and asking the audience to applaud him as the model are perfect touches, never meant to be embarrassing and honestly thanking him for his efforts. Nonetheless, for Jake each moment was cringe worthy. Can’t wait to see how this one scenario cascades into much more petticoating for our victim.
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“We are going into town for lunch, why don’t you join us?” one of the Lolita girls suggested. Jake was taken aback but managed to smile shyly and say “oh … eh … no … thanks”. “Oh but you are dressed perfectly for it!” his mother told him unhelpfully. They all liked the idea. “Oh do!” “Please, it’ll be fun!” Jake couldn’t think of anything that would be less like fun.
“That’s decided then”, his mother cut in. “Will you make sure he gets home alright?” “Oh we will.” Jake was speechless. Two girls on either arm propelled him towards the door. “No please! I’d really rather not”, he told them in something of an understatement. “Don’t be silly!” they dismissed his pleas. “You’ll be safe with us.”
Jake couldn’t believe he was tottering down the driveway in a pink dress, over layers of petticoats, his lace-trimmed bloomers peeking beneath, white tights, pink socks and high-heeled shoes, a pink bonnet tied over his blond ringlets and clutching a pink heart-shaped hand-bag and a cuddly bunny.
When they got to the main road a bus came almost immediately. As Jake tried to smooth his petticoats under him on the bus seat it really hit home to him that he was being irretrievably propelled further away from his boy’s clothes. He squirmed in his tights and bloomers at the thought.
At least amongst the group of Lolitas, he didn’t stand out so much although he was the only one wearing a bonnet. He looked around the bus and people were smirking at them all but he presumed that nobody would guess that it was a boy underneath all the pink frills, ringlets, make-up and lace.
He spent the afternoon among the group of giggling girls. They talked endlessly about each other’s clothes. “Where did you get that blouse?” “Did you make those bloomers yourself?” “You must show me how to do that eye make-up.” They tried to involve Jake in the chat but he had no idea where his pink knee socks came from. Yes, his mother had made his bloomers. He really just wanted the whole thing to end.
They went to an old-fashioned tea shop and continued their chat there. Jake reckoned it was best to try to flounce around and generally act as a girl so that people wouldn’t suspect that he was a boy but it was mortifying mincing around and smiling as if he was delighted to be dressed in pink and frills.
His long false nails were a constant problem, catching in his layers of lace. Even trying to pick up a knife to butter his scone was difficult. The girls giggled at his attempts to control his petticoats and his clear embarrassment that his bloomers were showing. “Aw they are so pretty!”
If he thought he was going to be freed after the tea shop, he was wrong. They wanted to go shopping. There was an accessory shop that had lots of the bows and ribbons and lace that they craved. Jake just looked awkward among all the girly pink and frills, tottering around in his painful heels and clutching his bunny for comfort. But the girls were in their element and in no hurry to go.
Finally it was time to break up and go their separate ways. “Do you have your bus fare home?” they asked. Jake shook his head. He had nothing in his pink heart-shaped bag except a lacey handkerchief, his lipstick and other make-up items. A twenty pound note was pressed into his frilly gloves.
There was nobody else going his way so he suddenly found that they were all waving goodbye and he was left to get the bus home by himself in his pink dress, peeking bloomers and frilly bonnet! He clutched his bunny nervously and squirmed yet again conscious of the warm embrace of his white tights. He would have to break the twenty and get change for the bus. They didn’t take notes. That meant going into a shop to buy something. He winced. He just wanted to get home and out of these clothes.
He tried to walk and look as girly as possible now he was on his own. Of course, he got weird looks but any girl would dressed as he was dressed. He flounced over to the bus stop, his handbag swinging in the crook of his arm. The screen at the stop showed 25 minutes to his next bus. He cringed.
There was a blustery wind around the bus stop. It fluttered his petticoats and he decided he was showing enough of his bloomers as it was. He crossed the road to take refuge in the mall. It was late Saturday afternoon now and it was crowded.
He was attracting looks from everyone so decided he needed to find a quiet shop to dive into. He passed what looked like a gift shop which was surprisingly empty and went in. He looked around. It was a doll shop. The shop assistant came straight over. “Oh what a pretty dress!” Jake cringed inwardly but forced a smile.
“What kind of doll are you looking for?” Jake had no idea how to answer that. He was undoubtedly dressed appropriately for someone interested in dolls but had no idea what categories of dolls existed. So he just walked towards one and said in as girly a voice as he could muster “this looks nice”.
The shop assistant showed him lots of different dolls insisting that he hold them and asking him what he thought of them. Jake was mortified trying to hold a conversation about dolls but this was better than walking around in the crowds outside attracting too much attention. He needed to break his twenty anyway.
After about 15 minutes had passed he plumped for a doll that was the right price to leave him his bus fare in change. The assistant rang it up and handed the doll to Jake. He now had a pink handbag, a stuffed bunny and a large doll to clutch on his way home.
A queue had formed at the bus stop. He self-consciously took his place at the end and tried to hold his billowing petticoats down with his elbows, his hands now being full.
When the bus came and he approached the driver he had to handle the loose change as well as his handbag and toys with his long fingernails not helping at all. The driver waited patiently as Jake dropped a couple of coins and had the devil of a job finding them and picking them up off the floor beneath his petticoats.
When he walked down the bus it was fully seated downstairs. There was no way he could reach up for the hand straps with his arms full so he had to go upstairs. He winced going up the stairs, thinking of the view he was affording to those down below.
It was worse on the way down when it came to his stop. He could see all of the eyes aimed below his dress as he descended the stairs and his petticoats ballooned. He just had to try to get it over with as quickly as possible. He could help but notice the smirks on all the faces as he got to the foot of the stairs.
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Good story love the embarassment in it
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Love this! Great original storyline with a TON of different places you could take it. You have an excuse to put him in basicly any dress you can dream up at this point. Love the group of friends I imagine he will be hanging around a lot more now.
Having him stumble into "needing" to buy a doll to bring home was a funny, embarassing, sweetly sissy thing to occur. Have a feeling he's going to have a hard time convincing anyone he didn't buy it cause he wanted it. :) Nobody made him go in that store.
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Like all of the other commenters, the fact that he's already in Lolita dresses makes me very curious about where this will go next. The purchase of the doll will surely come back to haunt him, but the possibilities are pretty endless, so I just have to try and be patient, I guess.
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The bus pulled away and Jake just had to cross the park now to his house. He tottered along in his pink high heels, clutching his petticoats against the wind and concerned that his bonnet, which was perfectly designed to catch every breath of wind, would blow off him.
As he turned a corner around a hedge he saw a gang of boys playing football. He tried to quicken his pace to get past them as quickly as possible but his heels on gravel did not facilitate that.
“Hello!” he heard from one of the boys and he cringed. He tried to ignore them and continue but three of them ran around in front of him and cut off his escape. He clutched his doll and bunny nervously and took a firmer grip on his pink heart-shaped handbag.
The boys looked him up and down while smirking. He assumed that they didn’t realise he was a boy or they would be doing more than smirking. “What’s your name?” one of them asked. Jake tried to think what name might they find acceptable. “Diane”, he squeaked.
The boy was puzzled. “Diane who? Where do you live?” Jake sighed. They weren’t to be put off easily. “Diane Granger” he responded, giving his sister’s name. The boy frowned. “You’re not Diane Granger. She’s in my sister’s class.” Jake sighed – just his luck.
He tried to walk past them but they blocked his way. There was no way he could get away from them in these heels and in his wind-resistant petticoats. “You’re not getting past until you tell us who you are – and it better be the truth this time!” The boy stepped forward and ran his hand along the hem of Jake’s petticoats threateningly.
Jake’s shoulders sagged. There was no way out of it. “Jake Granger”, he muttered. The boy’s jaws dropped. They stood back in surprise and looked again at Jake’s pink frilly dress, lacey bonnet with ringlets dangling at the edges, his petticoats with lacey bloomers peeking beneath, white tights, pink socks and high heeled sandals. Why would a boy want to dress like that! What a sissy with his doll, bunny and pink handbag!
Jake wanted to die. “My mother made me model these clothes because my sister broke her arm”, he explained. But it didn’t really account for why he was flouncing across a public park on his own wearing ultra-sissy clothes.
The ring-leader stepped closer to him. He reached for the ribbon tying Jake’s bonnet and pulled it loose. He grabbed the bonnet and threw it to another boy. He held it over a muddy puddle. “No please!” Jake begged. He knew the hours of work his mother had put into that bonnet, sewing the lace and flowers into the brim and how much money she needed to get for it. She would be furious. He realized how sissy he looked pleading for the naughty boys not to damage his pretty bonnet but he had no choice. He scampered over to the boy holding bonnet the but he just held it above Jake’s head. Jake had to let his doll and bunny go and try to reach the bonnet.
He had to jump and that only made his petticoats and layers of lace flutter and billow. The boy ran off with his bonnet and Jake minced after him pathetically. The boys roared laughing. Jake stopped and tried to push his petticoats down to hide the lace of his bloomers. Eventually the boys got bored teasing the sissy and gave him his bonnet back. “Go on sissy!” they sneered.
Jake had to replace his bonnet and tie it securely under his chin before he could retrieve his doll and bunny. This was not easy with his long nails and the boys just stood and laughed at his pathetic fumbling.
He was careful to bend his knees demurely while picking up his doll and bunny so as not to expose any more of his bloomers. He then flounced off trying to muster what little dignity he had left.
The one advantage of his bonnet was that he could hide his face when walking down his home street. He could see out of the corner of his bonnet a couple of people stop and look but they couldn’t have seen his face. He tried to scamper as quickly as he could in the tiny steps forced on his by his high heels. The people must, however, have seen the house he went into. He had to hope that they thought he was his sister. Even if they did, they had to know she would never wear untra-girly clothes like this.
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Dara Janey,
Thank you for starting another great story - Jake is really in deep now and so quickly!
I'll guess that Diane's days of modeling mother's lolita fashions is now over, even after her arm is out of the cast and fully healed. Her classmate's brother knows his name and will probably tell his sister, who will tell Diane, thus giving her some leverage against her brother to make sure that he is the model from now on. In addition, since Diane would likely know her mother's demonstration schedule, she could tip off her classmate who could alert her brother so he and his friends can torment Jake on his way home.
We are leaving off with Jake just entering his house. What will await him there, dressed as a frilly lolita and carrying a new doll in addition to his stuffed bunny?
It wouldn't surprise me if Mother and Diane make Jake start learning how to put on his own makeup? Would the next modeling gig have Jake wearing a training bra and having small boobs to look a bit more realistic?
I think that the group of lolitas is Mother's main customer group. I think they will continue to go out together bringing Jake along and giving him an appropriate lolita girl name (Jasmine, perhaps). They might often take a bus out which is so crowded that they have to take a buss so crowded that they have to take the stairs to the second deck with Jasmine last to ascend the stairs.
It's inevitable that soon on one of the lolita outings Jasmine will have to visit the Ladies loo for the first time.
All (or most) of the lolita outings will end with Jasmine having no money but given a banknote by one of the group so a visit to a shop with required interaction to buy something to get change for the bus will be required, along with the inevitable trip up and down the bus stairs to the top deck.
The bus ride home would always involve the gauntlet of bus stop to home with Diane's classmates brother and friends on the lookout to deliver more humiliation.
Could all of this stress eventually lead to weaker bladder control and diapers?
I'm eagerly looking forward to your next chapter.
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Great story I am really enjoying how it is going so far.
Since he has bought himself a new dolly maybe mommy will think he is enjoying it. And dress him in even younger and frilly outfits than he already has worn.
I can see him having a little hizzy fit which I bet his sister would find amusing.
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Oh that last chapter is fantastic. So completely at the mercy of the boys, and they know who he is! I bet word about the new model is going to spread around and lots and lots of people are going to want to see.
Could make Jake too embarassed to go back to his school, so he might agree to go to school with his new lolita fashion friends. Wait, it's an all girl's school? And they might actually be a little younger than he is guessing so he might have to go back a few grades too? Hard to tell their age exactly in those outfits.
Or hey, if modeling is going well why not home schooling and doing that full time? Maybe try out this cute new baby dress to model "just for a little while" too?
DJ thank you again for writing. I think I'm running out of ways to say how much I like your stories. Can't wait to see where this one goes.
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Jake rang the doorbell. It seemed like an age before his mother answered as he stood there with his petticoats fluttering and his head down, shielded by the wide-brim of his bonnet, wondering if anyone was looking but too terrified to look around and risk showing his face.
When she finally opened the door he headed straight for his bedroom to get the horrid clothes off and back into a pair of trousers. He turned the handle on the door but it was locked. He looked to his mother.
“The big annual fashion show is on next weekend” she told him. “It’s my biggest earner of the year. It’s essential that everything is at its best.” Jake just looked at her. “We need to spend this week making sure all of the dresses fit you perfectly because you’ll be modelling them again. You did so well on Saturday – all the girls loved it!”
Jake desperately tried the doorknob again but his room and his clothes were locked off to him. He clutched his doll tightly as he realized that he wasn’t getting out of dresses and tights and bloomers any time soon.
His mother smiled seeing his new doll. “Where did you get that?” Jake cringed, having forgotten all about the doll he’d had to buy. “Eh, one of the Lolita’s gave it to me”, he lied, not wanting to admit he had gone into a shop and bought a doll himself.
“Let me see”, his mother asked. He was only too glad to be rid of it. “There’s still a price tag on it! It’s from that shop in the mall by our bus stop.” She smiled knowingly at him. “You must have bought the pretty dolly yourself!” Jake winced on being caught out in his lie. “I had to!” he started to explain. “It’s alright”, his mother cut in sweetly. “I love that you bought a doll to go with your dress. You can carry it when you are modelling that dress next weekend. Now we just need a few tucks under the arms there so it fits you better.” Jake sighed heavily.
He had to wear a new dress or blouse and skirt each day of the week while his mother adjusted each one carefully so that it fitted him perfectly. Diane helpfully offered her old bras stuffed with socks so he could form a more female shape.
On the second day his mother came to him with a bundle of panties, bloomers, tights and stockings. “These need to be hand-washed”, she told him. Jake practically backed off in horror at the lacey undies but she pushed them into his hands and steered him to the sink.
Jake hand-washed the frillies, his mother supervising and making sure he spent long enough to wash them properly and rinse them afterwards. Then she told him they had to be hung out on the washing line. Jake cringed at the thought of even going out in the garden in his pink dress but the clothes were dripping and undoubtedly needed to be hung out.
Jake took the basin towards the back door. He had a good look around to check that there was nobody else in the back gardens that might see him. He opened the door and nipped out quickly hoping to get the job done before he could be seen.
He took a pair of bloomers and reached up for the clothes line. He winced at the thought that his dress was obviously riding up and exposing more of the lacey bloomers he was wearing. He looked around nervously and took a pair of pink tights from the basin.
As he was reaching up to hang them he heard a wolf whistle. He looked over his shoulder and three boys were peeking over the back wall of his garden! “That’s Jake!” “He’s still wearing a sissy dress!” “Look at those frilly knickers!”
Jake dropped his arms and tried to push his petticoats down. Two more boys appeared looking over the wall. He had to hang up the tights and persisted despite the roars of laughter and derisory comments.
But he’d had enough. He marched to the back door to get in. Diane was at the door looking out. He heard the lock click. “You are not coming in until you hang out all your frilly underwear!” she told him.
Jake froze. Behind him he heard a boy say “they’re HIS frilly panties!” Diane disappeared and it was clear he wasn’t getting in until he hung up all the washing. He slumped back to the basin. He had to hang out the remaining panties, bloomers and stockings with the boys looking on as he reached up unavoidably exposing the lacey bloomers he was wearing.
He thought of trying to explain that he was being forced to wear the sissy clothes but the boys wouldn’t care. They would just tease him mercilessly over his pink dress, lacey bloomers, white tights, lace-trimmed knee socks and beribboned wig.
The boys continued to make endless remarks. “He obviously loves wearing frilly things!” Jake swung around. “I do not!” One of the boys was holding up a camera phone and was clearly videoing. Jake had just shown his face on the video. Up to then he could probably have denied it was him but everyone would see his face and hear his voice now on the video of him hanging up frilly underwear while wearing a pink dress and lacey bloomers.
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Just caught up the last 2 parts. Looks like it is one humiliating thing after another. Love it!
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As always, a great story. Just unclear why mum is embarrassing Jake. He cooperated with the modelling and apparently did a splendid job of it. So why has she locked him out of his bedroom, forced him to endure the immense embarrassment of hanging out his lingerie and generally treated him like dirt. Ultimately, he could just do a terrible job modelling and ruin his mum's business. Kind of cutting off his nose to spite his face but there seems no motivation for Jake to comply at this point. What am I missing? Still enjoy the story though.
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Dara Janey,
I'm just catching up now.
I'm really identifying with Jake's humiliation and wonder what will happen to him next. Will Diane tell her classmates the laundry schedule so the backyard laundry hanging show will have an even bigger audience? Will Diane/Mother record Jake's backyard laundry show to put on the internet to advertise the business?
What more will be demanded of Jake for the big fashion show, in front of a large audience?
The pink frilly dress with bonnet and dolly as accessories is a given, but will other outfits require boobs, a skinny waist pulled in with a tight corset, hip and bum padding, and stockings held up by suspenders attached to the corset? Would a baby outfit or 2 that require nappies, a soother or boittle, etc. to show off properly be out of the question?
The show will be on a raised stage, putting all of those peetticoats, bloomers, stocking tops, suspenders, diaper covers oin clear display.
I have some housework to do after I'm done here, so I'm in a floral housedress wearing a diaper underneath that has gotten wetter after reading of Jake's dilemmas.
I'm eagerly awaiting your next chapter.
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“So sweetie”, Jake’s mother sat him down, “there will be hundreds of people at the show this weekend. Do you want them to know that you are a boy in your Lolita dresses or would you prefer if they thought you were a girl?” Jake swallowed hard. He didn’t want hundreds of people to know that he was a boy in petticoats and tights and frilly bloomers. Presumably there would be lots of photos taken and videos and maybe thousands of people would know by the end of it all.
“I don’t want people to know I’m a boy but I don’t know that I can act convincingly like a girl”, he eventually responded. “That’s ok honey. That’s why I’m keeping you in dresses this week and we can train you to walk and talk like a girl. We only have a few days so it will have to be intensive. You must walk and talk like a girl all the time – all day long – no faltering – otherwise you might slip up at the weekend and everyone will know.”
Jake sighed. Had he just talked himself into being trained intensively to be a convincing girl? What was the alternative? His bedroom was locked off limits. He had no boy’s clothes to wear. His mother had already altered two of the dresses to fit him perfectly so there seemed to be no going back.
His mother took his dejected silence as a ‘yes’. “So starting now”, she opened the dividing doors between the dining room and sitting room. “You can practice your cat walk.” Jake stood up and smoothed his petticoats down. He walked to one end of the room, turned and braced himself to walk the length of the two rooms convincingly as a girl.
His mother coached him, telling him how to hold his hands out daintily as he walked. She encouraged him to turn quickly at the end. “But then the petticoats swirl up and show more bloomers!” he protested. “Well duh!” was his mother’s response. “That’s what we want!” Jake cringed.
When his basic walk was somewhat satisfactory, she gave him the pink heart-shaped handbag and the cuddly bunny to hold. She tied his pink bonnet on and fiddled with the ringlets that poked beneath it until they rested prettily on the lace collar of his dress. She coached him to turn his head this way and that as he modelled so everyone could get the benefit of his pretty bonnet.
Jake was already getting tired walking in the pink high-heeled sandals but she wanted him to walk back and forth repeatedly, insisting that he wasn’t quite there yet. The phone rang. “Now keep it up!” she told him as she went to answer it.
Jake sighed heavily. He prepared himself at the dining room window end and minced along the carpet, clutching his handbag and bunny. He turned his head from side to side, imagining an audience admiring the lace on his bonnet. That made him cringe but he’d reached the other end so he swung around making his petticoats swirl and revealing several inches of his bloomers.
He heard laughter. He looked up and saw four boys looking in the dining room window, shielding their eyes against the daylight. “It is Jake!” “He must be wearing sissy dresses all the time!” “Wow did you see his frilly knickers!”
Jake desperately tried to push his petticoats down. He looked frustratedly at the pink handbag and cuddly bunny he had been holding and became acutely embarrassed at the lace of his bonnet framing his view of the boys staring in the window at him. He wanted to die, again!
His mother returned from answering the phone, her back to the window. “Why have you stopped?” The boys disappeared from the window and he could just about hear their laughter as they ran off. Jake couldn’t bring himself to say what happened he was so mortified. He just resumed on his cat walk.
Diane happily joined in on his training. She jumped on any slight faltering in his acting like a girl. Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t keep it up all the time. It was just so awful, having to flounce around like a girl.
His mother grew frustrated with progress. “We need to do something more to make this work.” “I think he should be spanked when he lapses”, Diane suggested, not entirely seriously but enjoying the image. Jake looked at her aghast. That only convinced his mother that it was a good idea. “Yes, that’s it. Any further mistakes and I’ll pull up your petticoats and spank you! Now practice your walk again.”
Jake did as he was told and was trying to figure out if it was an idle threat or not. He walked back and forth several times. “Place one foot directly in front of the other”, Diane told him in a raised voice. Jake swung around “I’m trying my best!” Diane smiled at him and looked to her mother.
“Right, that’s it!” She went over to him and took him by the arm. She made him bend over the dining table. “No mum!” She pulled up his petticoats and quickly started spanking him with her bare hand. It was pretty ineffectual but Jake was still mortified bending over there with his petticoats over his back and his bloomers on full view to the room.
He was surprised when Diane left the room. He’d have thought she would want to savour this. But she returned with a wooden spoon. “Ah good!” her mother thanked her, having been dissatisfied with the lack of effect of her hand. “Ow!” Jake protested with the first slap of the spoon on his bottom. “That’s better!” his mother was happier now with the effect.
After six slaps with the spoon she took her hand off Jake’s back and he was able to straighten up and push his petticoats down. He was sniffling. The pain wasn’t too bad but he was so humiliated.
“Now try again!” his mother ordered. Jake quickly walked down the room, placing each high-heeled foot perfectly in front of the other. “Now we are getting somewhere”, his mother smiled as she gripped the wooden spoon determinedly.
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“Now try again!” his mother ordered. Jake quickly walked down the room, placing each high-heeled foot perfectly in front of the other. “Now we are getting somewhere”, his mother smiled as she gripped the wooden spoon determinedly.
Oh my, if a spanking from Mom gets those kinds of instant girly results from Jake I can't imagine what he could be persuaded to do with a threat of a spanking from his sister. Or a public spanking. Seems like he has a talent for this if properly motivated. I have a feeling he might have a hard time turning girly mode off in front of the boys after too much of this kind of motivation though.
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dresses full time at least for now, and spankings. Wonder what else his mom and sister may have planned
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Jake was still sniffling from his spanking. “Look, you don’t want people to know you are a boy at the weekend show, do you?” “No”, he muttered. “Well then you have to be continually convincing as a girl, don’t you?” “Yes”, he admitted. “So all we are doing is trying to help you to do that. We have little time. If spanking is the only way to do it, well then we have to do it.” Jake sniffled some more but couldn’t disagree with her.
He managed to keep it up until late the following morning when his petticoats snagged on the edge of the kitchen table. He swore in an unmistakably boyish voice. His mother glared at him. “Fetch the wooden spoon.” Jake pouted but went over to the drawer and took out the wooden spoon.
His mother was in the middle of baking with flour on her hands. “I can’t do it. Go and ask your sister.” Jake couldn’t believe she was telling him to ask his sister to spank him. He stomped out of the room and found Diane. She looked up and saw him clutching the wooden spoon. “Mom says that you have to do it.” Jake stared at the carpet in embarrassment.
Diane smiled. “OK, assume the position!” Jake stomped off to the dining room and stood by the table. When he heard Diane approach he bent over the table and pulled his petticoats up over his back.
She stopped at the door and grinned at the frills on the seat of his bloomers. “Just a second, stay there.” She went to the kitchen leaving Jake exposing his frilly bottom for longer. “How many strokes Mom?” “The usual six.”
Diane slowly returned to the dining room and picked up the wooden spoon. She could hear Jake’s sniffles. She gave him his six strokes with a deep sense of satisfaction. He stood up and pushed down his petticoats. She handed him the spoon grinning. “What do you say?” Jake glared at her but was in no position to argue. “Thank you”, he uttered in his girlish voice. “Thank you for what?” she rubbed it in. He sighed heavily. “Thank you for spanking me.” “You’re welcome.” She skipped off happily.
On Friday his mother suggested that he needed some ordinary girl’s clothes for travelling to and from the event. He agreed. Anything was better than wearing the Lolita outfits.
Diane retrieved a couple of her most embarrassing floral dresses she hadn’t worn in years and was only too happy to supply him with panties, tights and ribbons for his hair. When he was dressed he came in clutching the short hem of his dress nervously. His mother straightened the lace collar and plucked a bit of fluff from his white tights. “Thank your sister now.”
Jake cringed but managed a smile to avoid a spanking. “Thank you …. for lending me your dresses”, he added before she insisted on it. But she still wasn’t satisfied. “Your dresses and …?” “Thank you for lending me your dresses …. p-p-panties … and tights and ribbons.”
His mother loaded the frilly Lolita dresses that he was going to be modelling along with all the accessories – his wigs, bonnets, shoes, make-up. He carried out the case with his ‘ordinary’ clothes and sat into the car.
All along the drive he was cringing in his tights and panties acutely aware that he was going further and further away from any boy’s clothes and irretrievably going to spend the weekend dressing and acting like a very sissy girl.
When they arrived at the crowded convention centre he had to steel himself. He had to continuously convincingly act like a girl for the next few days if all that practice – and the spankings – were not to be in vain.
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Jake seems cooperative and ready to go. Good luck! Hope they didn't bring the spoon "just in case."
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I have a feeling Jake will have to pass as a girl for a lot longer than the weekend.
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Looks like he needs a real dose of humility maybe keeping him in dresses past the weekend will end up being really good idea.
If he is bad regress in age being a little girl won't be too bad
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Saturday morning Jake sat in front of the mirror in his first Lolita dress of the day. It was a baby blue and white dress with a huge lace-trimmed heart on the front. He shifted uneasily in the baby blue and white striped tights, eyeing in the mirror the lace-trim on the legs of his bloomers peaking from beneath his layers of petticoats.
His boy’s face was gradually disappearing beneath layers of foundation, eye-shadow, blush, drawn-on eyebrows and lipstick. As before, his heart sank a little as his mother pinned the heavy be-ribboned wig to his wig cap and his transformation to a sissy girl was complete and he knew he soon had to face the public and act convincingly like a girl – all day.
When they arrived in the main hall he was dismayed to see it so packed with people all around the elevated catwalk. He pushed his petticoats down nervously as much as he could but it was inevitable everyone would see from that angle the layers of lace sown all the way up his bloomers. In any case he was under strict instructions to let his petticoats swirl out when turning to ensure that the audience saw that the frilly lace covered his bottom too. He felt sick. When he did his twirl on the catwalk there was an unmistakable ‘ooh’ from the crowd as they undoubtedly saw the full extent of his bloomers.
His second dress was a Lolita maid uniform. At least being black it was a welcome break from pastel colours but it had a white lace-trimmed apron over it. He wore black knee-socks with white lace around the tops and black wedge-heeled shoes.
His mother had been busy and his next dress was a white sailor-suit dress with sky blue piping, wide blue collar and lapels and a big pink bow in front. Each dress had a matching head piece pinned to his pony-tailed wig. He could see no sign that anyone thought he was a boy. How could they see the boy buried under the layers of petticoats, lace frills, tights, make-up and wig?
His next dress was like a school uniform with a pink pleated skirt and matching cravat which he wore with over-the-knee stockings which had pink bows at the top. It was a bit of a relief from the layers of petticoats which were making him really hot under the lights.
His final dress was the pretty pink one he modelled the previous weekend. As if he wasn’t hot enough with his layers of petticoats, tights and lace-trimmed socks, the bonnet and wig of ringlets left him sweltering. But there was a definite ‘ooh’ when he walked out and even more flashing of cameras than before. He cringed wondering where all these photos were going to end up.
It was only when the show had finished that he learned that six dresses would be selected for a final competition that evening at the dinner. Word came through to his mother that his pink dress had been selected and so he was going to spend the evening still in the pink dress, petticoats, lace-trimmed bloomers, tights, stockings, high-heeled pink sandals and had to keep his lacey bonnet on all the time.
He also had to share a table with eight other people and so had to keep his girl-act up all evening under much closer scrutiny than before. He had to imagine that if he lapsed his mother would pull up his petticoats and spank him with a wooden spoon in front of the whole room. That image seemed to ensure he kept up the act all evening.
When it came to announcing the result he had to go up on the stage with the other contestants and line up in their prettiest of Lolita dresses. He had to smile sweetly to the other Lolitas and try to act as if he was delighted to be displaying his frilly bloomers in front of an audience of hundreds while he stood there anxiously clutching his teddy bear and heart-shaped hand-bag.
He and his dress came third. He was relieved not to come first but found himself looking critically at the winner wondering why his dress wasn’t considered prettier. She didn’t even have a bonnet but he managed to smile sweetly at the winner and congratulate her.
He’d also won a prize – a voucher for a Lolita accessories shop that had a stand at the show. He had to go there immediately to select his winning booty. When he got there he was dismayed to see lots more photographers. The shop wanted to video-record the winners selecting their prizes. He looked around the merchandise trying to find something less embarrassing to choose. But it was all dolls and pink cuddly toys and lace-trimmed head pieces and fancy stockings and frilly parasols.
But he wanted to get out of there quickly so he had to choose something. He forced a smile at the cameras as he clutched a doll that matched his pink dress well. They made him put on the pink lace-trimmed gloves he’d chosen and finally he left with a little clutch purse.
He just wanted to get back to their room but of course his mother wanted to soak up all the praise for his dress and he had to stand there clutching his new doll and purse, in his pink gloves and smile as people told him how sweet his bonnet was or how pretty his bloomers were. His mother insisted on raising his petticoats so that people could see the layers of lace properly.
He eventually got to flop down on his bed and rest before contemplating the job of undressing. The painful high-heels and stifling wig went first before he removed his bloomers and sweltering tights. His mother helped him unbutton his dress and then he sat down at the mirror to start removing the layers of make-up.
He was too tired to care about the short pink nightie and matching lace-trimmed panties that Diane had packed for him. He was just grateful to be curling up in bed.
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Awwww, third? After all that work? Well, better luck next time! ;)
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yes all those petticoats and dresses etc can be very hot to wear not to mention a wig and bonnet. Now he has a new dolly. Hope his mother finds ways to work that in with his sissy dresses.
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On Sunday morning Jake had to wear what Diane had packed for him. Another dress she was dying to be rid of – a floral dress with an attached slip that really made the flared skirt stand out. He cringed when he saw the lacey white tights he had to wear with it.
But embarrassing as this sissy outfit was, it was nothing compared to the frilly Lolita outfits he’d had to wear the previous day so he almost felt relieved.
In the afternoon they took the long drive home and Jake sat there visualizing the trousers he could finally wear when they got home. He could imaging the trouser legs brushing against his skin – so much more satisfying that the clinging tights he’d worn over the last week.
He jogged quickly into the house when they got home and Diane chuckled on seeing him in the floral dress and lacey tights – especially knowing he’d had to wear them in public all day.
His bedroom door was still locked. “Mum!” he pleaded as she came in the door. “No dear. We have somebody who wants to see the Maid dress tomorrow morning.” Jake stomped his foot angrily and clutched his dress frustratedly but they just ignored him.
The following morning his mother dressed him in the black Lolita Maid’s dress. She pulled his white apron over it, fluffing up the frills that ran over the shoulders and tying it all together in a big bow at the back.
He had to wear white tights with the frilliest pair of bloomers over them. Then she pulled up the black knee socks with white lace frills around the top and placed the black wedge-heeled shoes on his feet.
Once again he had to sit in front of the mirror as she completed his make-up, giving him especially rosy cheeks and long false eyelashes with a heavy application of mascara. Finally she pinned the wig with two pony tails either side to his wig cap. There were white ribbons already tied to his pony tails and she crowned it all with another white lace headpiece.
While they waited for the interested party to arrive she made him walk up and down in his maid’s outfit and practice curtseys. He winced at this further humiliation and wobbled in his high heels the first few times but she made him practice over and over in front of the mirror until he held his petticoats out just right and bent his knees correctly.
Then she got Diane to supervise him walking up and down, swirling his petticoats nicely as he turned and performing a deep curtsey. Finally the doorbell rang. They made Jake leave the room so he could make a suitably dramatic entrance.
He heard the lady being invited in and being offered a chair. Diane appeared and motioned him to walk into the room. She smiled as she looked him up and down. Her brother in a maid’s dress with frilly apron, layers of petticoats, peeking bloomers, white tights, lacey socks, high-heeled shoes with pony tails and ribbons. He cringed as she sniggered.
He walked in, minced to the other end of the room, turned quickly, swirling his petticoats and curtsied. The lady looked very pleased. “Oh lovely!” She studied the uniform. Jake tried to smile as she admired his apron and her gaze went down to the frills on his peeking bloomers.
“She’ll do perfectly!” Jake’s smile fell. ‘She’? Wasn’t it the dress the lady was supposed to be interested in. “Mrs Palmer is starting a Maid Café in town this week and she just needs one more maid. I think you are going to be it!” his mother explained. Jake felt sick. Everyone else was smiling and clearly delighted. He felt he had to force a smile but he was terrified. Working as a maid in a café?!
He was dumbstruck. The lady clearly thought he was a girl who liked Lolita clothing and he was afraid that any protest might reveal him to be a boy in a frilly maid’s dress. He decided to wait until she had left before protesting. “We’ll bring Jackie in this afternoon”, his mother told her.
When the door closed he stamped his foot. “I’m not going to work in a café dressed like this”, he held his petticoats out. His mother and Diane just smiled as the extra layers of frills on his bloomers were revealed.
“Seriously no!” His mother went to the kitchen and returned with the wooden spoon. Jake’s heart sank. She pointed to the table. He had become too used to his spankings and he obediently bent over. Diane was only too happy to lift his petticoats over his back, tricky with her injured arm, and reveal the full extent of frills up the legs of his bloomers and across his bottom.
His mother delivered six strokes of the wooden spoon. “Please Mum no!” “I think those layers of frills are cushioning the blows too much”, Diane suggested. Her mother just nodded. Diane pulled his bloomers down until they hung around his ankles. There were just the tights now between the spoon and his bottom. “Ow!”
“We can keep this up all day”, his mother told him after another six spanks. She heard a sniffle in return. “Alright!” They stood back and he straightened up, pushing his petticoats down and straightening his apron. Then he remembered his bloomers around his ankles and quickly pulled them up under his petticoats.
His mother straightened his head band and retightened the ribbons on his pony tails. “We leave at Noon.” Jake wanted to die.
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And just like that we've reached the gainful employment milestone of a DaraJaney story. At least he's at a maid café and not the personal maid of someone. Yet, at least.
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From a glamorous model to a lowly maid working on her feet all day? If Jackie thought modeling was tiring this might be even worse. I'm wondering if she might end up pining for the runway instead. Hmm, if she has a hard time adjusting to the new job though she could practice at home waiting on her sister. It's just being a good sibling and all considering the broken arm.
You could really feel the frustration when she got home and the door was still locked. Great writing! I wonder if when the door finally opens she isn't going to find some workers have come in and made some changes.
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Jake arrived at the Maid Café around 1pm. He was not surprised, but still dismayed, to find a café draped in pink frilly stuff, decorated with pink ponies, baby blue bunnies, cute kitties etc.
Mrs Palmer, the owner, met them. “Great. You are just in time to see the other girls practice their dance.” Dance? Jake frowned. “You can join in the practice once you’ve watched them go through it.” Jake felt sick again and fiddled with the lace trim on his apron nervously.
The most annoying tinny music started up accompanied by voices that sounded like they had just inhaled helium. Five maids stood in formation on a little stage. They had insane smiles on their faces.
They started to dance to the music. The dance involved lots of swaying of hips and twirling – revealing their fancy bloomers and knickers. Though Jake observed glumly that none seemed to be as lacey and frilly as his own. He was embarrassed for the girls having to do such a childish and sissy dance but, if their smiles were anything to go by, they seemed to be loving it. He squirmed in his tights. He was clearly going to have to join in.
It seemed to go on forever. When it finally ended Mrs Palmer told them that the maids were required to perform the dance every 30 minutes. “Now you join them at the back there so you can see the routine and practice with them.” Jake reluctantly took his place in the formation. Mrs Palmer seemed to notice his nervousness. “Don’t worry. You have all afternoon to practice with them! We open tomorrow.”
“Now smile!” she ordered. Jake did his best to smile in this mortifying situation. “Come on! You can do better than that!” He made an insane grin like the real girls. The music started. He wanted to die. He did his best to imitate the girls’ movements while trying to keep up the mad smile like they did.
At the end of the first run through Mrs Palmer said “Not bad. You need to really twirl there every time you turn. Let’s see those lovely frills on your bloomers!” Jake winced and clutched his petticoats. The music started again and he had to jump into action.
He tried to twirl better even though it killed him. He could see the ladies watching beneath his petticoats with interest. “Ooh! Frills right up onto the bum!” Jake cringed yet again.
After an hour of dancing, he got a break – to practice his cutesy walk and curtsey. He had to practice the scripted patter that a maid had to go through with a new customer. His girly voice normally sounded so fake but next to these girls it was perfect. Mrs Palmer insisted that he had to tilt his head cutely when speaking and ensure that his pony tails swung around a lot.
By 5pm he was well on the way to becoming a cutesy sissy maid with a permanent smile, sissy walk and cutesy dance. Mrs Palmer and his mother were pleased. He wanted the ground to open up and swallow him.
The next day was opening day and he was dismayed to see a queue of girls already waiting to get in. They oohed and aahed at his maid’s dress and petticoats as he passed in. “Look at those cute bloomers!” And that was only on seeing the lace peeping from under his petticoats. He cringed and could practically feel the rows of lace up the legs and across his bum he was so conscious of them.
He was mortified as they went through the dance routine in front of the expectant crowd but managed to keep his ridiculous smile throughout. There was an audible “ooh” when they first twirled. He really wanted to push his petticoats down but knew that would not please Mrs Palmer. He had to show off his frilly bloomers to best effect.
Then he had to go and serve tables, curtseying to start with and then twittering through the patter. Nobody seemed to suspect he was a boy. Why would they under that maid’s dress, lace-trimmed apron, petticoats, frilly bloomers, white tights, black stockings with lace trim and high-heeled shoes – not to mention his beribboned pony tails, lacey headpiece and fluttering false eyelashes.
He was placing the first order when he saw Diane come in with three friends. He nearly peed himself. Mrs Palmer recognized her and came over to Jake. “Oh look! There’s your sister. You must serve that table!” Jake winced inside but there was no refusing her.
He had to mince over to his sister’s table. They all burst into giggles. “Oh my goodness, he’s so sissy”, he heard one of her friends gasp. He froze in terror at being discovered but none of the other tables seemed to hear. Diane and her friends seemed to know not to give him away but could hardly keep their knowledge in.
There was another burst of laughter when he curtsied, holding out his petticoats daintily and when he started in his girly voice they could hardly contain themselves. They got looks from the other tables. Everyone found the maid café amusing but these girls seemed to be overboard about it. Still, nobody seemed to guess the reason why.
When he had taken their order the call went out to start the maids’ dance. Jake cringed and put his order pad in the lace-trimmed pocket of his apron. “Oh I can’t wait to see this!” Diane gushed.
How he kept his smile up through the routine, he didn’t know. His sister’s friends just collapsed laughing when he twirled and revealed the full extent of the frills on his bloomers. When he returned to the table with their order he couldn’t miss their knowing smiles as they glanced towards his peeking bloomers.
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Oh the torment and torture of having to perform and also in front of his sister and friends love it.
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Jake’s mother had driven him to the café but he had to make his own way home. He clutched his conspicuous pink heart-shaped handbag nervously as he tottered in his heels towards the bus stop. Obviously he attracted a lot of looks in his maid’s dress and lacey apron. When the bus came he fumbled with his Hello Kitty purse as he took out the change.
He was relieved to see some seats downstairs but had to sit in a seat beside an older lady. He tried to gather his layers of organza petticoats in but there was no way to avoid them spilling over her lap no matter how much he tried to readjust them. He was mortified.
“What a pretty dress!” Jake forced a smile and sweet “thank you” and tried to look directly ahead and give the impression that he didn’t want to make conversation. “Did you make those bloomers yourself?” He cringed inwardly but continued to smile. “No. My mother.” “My goodness aren’t you lucky to have a mother who can make such pretty things?” Jake smiled through gritted teeth.
When he got off the bus, he braced himself for the walk across the park. Would the boys be there again? He considered walking around the park but really didn’t want to in these heels. He decided to chance it. As he rounded the hedge he could see that the football pitch was clear. He tried to quicken his pace but the heels forced short little steps on him.
He emerged the other side and opened his handbag to fetch his keys. “There he is again!” He looked over his shoulder and the boys were there kicking the ball between the parked cars. He desperately tried to get to his house as quickly as possible but no matter how he tried to go more quickly the boys had no difficulty running past him in their trainers.
After a whole day mincing around in his heels trying to look like a girl he realized that he wasn’t even sure how to walk like a boy again – was it even possible in these heels, clutching a handbag and with his petticoats catching the breeze.
“Oh wow! He’s wearing frilly dresses full time now!” “What a sissy!” Jake couldn’t deny it and simply tried to push past them. “Did you get many tips to put in your pink purse?!” they laughed. “Do your dance for us!” They blocked his way now. It was obvious that they knew about his new job. He found himself blinking away tears caught on his false eyelashes. “Please let me go!” He had instinctively used his girly voice.
The boy’s laughter turned to pity. They continued to look him up and down in his maid’s dress, frilly apron, white tights, lace-trimmed knee socks, peeking bloomers, high heels, beribboned pony tails and lacey headpiece. They just shook their heads in disgust and disbelief. They stood back and he tottered along in his heels to the front door.
The next day his mother supervised his dressing, making him to as much as possible himself. She started teaching him how to do his make-up himself. He was feeling sick at the realization that he was going to have to do this five days a week.
He was all ready to go, tottering in his heels and fluttering his long eyelashes before he really showed any resistance. Diane opened the kitchen utensil drawer behind his mother so he could see the wooden spoon. He swallowed hard and took his pink handbag.
After a couple of hours at the café he started to think of ways out of this. His best option he thought was to ‘accidentally’ reveal to Mrs Palmer his true gender. She would be shocked and outraged would and sack him.
At one point when she gave him an instruction he deliberately used his boy’s voice and then put his hand to his mouth in pretend-fright. She looked at him. Her jaw dropped. “Are you a boy?!” She looked him up and down in his sissy maid’s outfit in a new light. He was really pleased but pretended to be mortified, clutching his petticoats and revealing more of his frilly bloomers just to emphasise the point.
“Oh my goodness!” The girls had been gathering for their next dance. “Jackie is a boy!” she told them. He watched the shock cross their faces. He stood there trying to look sheepish while being secretly delighted that this was working. But then their shocked faces turned to smiles. “Oh my goodness you make such a pretty girl!” “Isn’t it great that you love to wear frilly dresses like us?!” “What? No!” But they had all gathered round him tittering and giggling and obviously delighted at the revelation.
He looked at Mrs Palmer. She was similarly delighted. “Oh can we tell the customers?” she asked excitedly, fluffing up the lace on his apron. “No!” This wasn’t going as he expected. The time came for their dance.
They excitedly pushed him into line and the music started. He had no choice but to dance with them and twirl around flashing his lacey bloomers. He caught sight of Mrs Palmer and she was looking straight at him admiring his frilly outfit and clearly wondering how she was going to use this new knowledge to her advantage. He cringed but continued to shake his hips and twirl with the other maids.
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Outting himself to Mrs Palmer and the girls didn't work i wonder what is next for our sissy
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Jake was looking forward to his Monday off from the café. But his mother told him she had another modelling job for him. Some of the Lolita girls had told her that they were trying to convince their younger sisters to wear prettier clothes to complement them. They had asked her to try a suitable design.
So Jake had to wear a pink dress his mother had made that flared from breast level which had a wide lace collar and puffed-sleeves. She had found white tights with fat pink letters of the alphabet as a pattern. On the plus side for him there were no petticoats and he got to wear flat shoes which was a relief. The matching bloomers did not have the long legs almost to his knees that he’d had to wear up to now.
On the downside, the dress was very short so the lace-trim of his short bloomers peeked if he leaned over or raised his arms at all. His shoes were pink with bows on the toes. Then his mother produced a white pinafore which she pulled over his puffed sleeves and tied it at his back. He looked down. There were two pockets in the pinafore with doll faces sewn on them.
His mother sat him down for make-up but mercifully only a little was appropriate – foundation, blush and a subtle eyeshadow and lipstick. Just enough to hide any boyish features. He sat in his wig cap and waited for the moment he hated. His mother came with his wig and lowered it onto his head completing his transformation. This wig had tight pigtails that curled upwards at the end where big pink ribbons were tied. He was about to get up when she told him to wait. She placed a comically large pink bow on top that was the width of his whole head and pinned it to his wig.
Diane couldn’t help but giggle as he stood clutching his Barbie doll. She told him his bow was slightly tilted to make him reach up and then laughed as he fell for it and the lace on his bloomers was revealed.
The three Lolitas who had asked for the special design had gathered in a house with their younger sisters, hoping their siblings would like the design. Jake was driven there by his mum, shifting uneasily in his pink and white tights, feeling the large pink bow on his head catching on the car roof it was so big.
He was brought into the house. The three Lolitas were gathered in the sitting room suitably attired. Their little sisters could be seen in the garden – two kicking a ball around and the other hanging from the branch of a tree.
“Oh gorgeous!” “I love the tights!” “What a pretty pinafore!” “Do you like it – Jackie?!” Jake was embarrassed. The Lolita girls clearly knew of his maid’s job. He just tugged nervously at the hem of his short dress.
“Let’s call the girls in.” The patio door was opened and the girls were called. They seemed reluctant to leave their games and stomped in. As if Jake wasn’t feeling stupid enough in his pink dress, pink and white alphabet tights and pinafore he could see the little girls were all wearing t-shirts and trousers.
They came in and saw Jake. “What do you think? Isn’t it a pretty outfit?” He saw the looks of distaste on their faces. “No way!” “I’m not wearing a sissy dress like that!” “Ugh!” Jake cringed. Clearly these six or eight year old girls would be seen dead wearing the sissy clothes he was dressed in!
The girls just ran back out into the garden and resumed their kickabout and tree climbing. The Lolita girls and his mother followed them out to the patio, nudging Jake out too. He clutched his dress nervously as a gust of wind caught it. He saw the Lolita girls smile as they undoubtedly got a glimpse of his bloomers.
Jake watched the girls running around the garden enviously. One of them fell over and laughed as she brushed the grass off her knees. His mother noticed. “Sorry dear. You can’t join them. Can’t get your pinafore and tights dirty.” They all giggled as Jake squirmed.
Then the Lolita girl who lived there had a thought. She went over to the conservatory doors. The room was full of old toys. In a corner was a set of plastic kiddy chairs and table. They were covered in bits and pieces and clearly hadn’t been used in a year or two.
She started to clear them off. “Why don’t you have a little tea party here?” “Oh yes that’ll be so cute”, one of the others joined in. Jake looked on perplexed as they placed large dolls in the seats and an old toy tea set on the table. His mother liked the idea. “Great we can get some photos – might still get some interest in this design.”
One little chair was left vacant and Jake was nudged towards it. “No please!” he begged as he clutched his Barbie doll. But his mother steered him firmly and sat him down on the plastic chair. It was far too small for him and his knees poked up higher than his bottom. This meant his bloomers could be seen. He tried to tug his short pink dress down but his mother told him to stop as she took out her camera.
He looked up hopelessly as she tried to find an angle that included everything – Jake in his pink dress and pinafore with the puffed sleeves standing out nicely, his long legs in the pink and white tights bent awkwardly in the low chair, his lace-trimmed bloomers peaking beneath, his pink shoes with the pretty bows, his bouncing pigtails and the big pink bow just above his face. “Smile!” She had to be kidding!
When the mortifying photo session was over the Lolita girls consulted. “Yes let’s go into town for a real tea party!” Jake was relieved that he could finally stand up away from the kiddy table and dolls. He smoothed his dress down. Two of the girls grabbed his elbows. They meant to bring him to the tea party! “What? No.” “Oh can we?” they asked his mother. She was preoccupied with checking the photos on her camera screen. “Sure.”
“Please Mum no!” But Jake was already being propelled down the driveway still clutching his Barbie doll. His mother finally looked up and just smiled as he looked pleadingly back over the lace-collar of his dress. The wind fluttered the hem and revealed his bloomers again. “Make sure to have him back for dinner this evening!” Jake looked nervously up and down the street, wondering if anyone had heard the ‘him’ – his beribboned pigtails swinging daintily as he turned his head from side to side. Eventually he gave up resisting and had to accept he was about to spend the whole day in town in his short pink dress and pinafore.
He was just as tall as the Lolita girls – even in his flat shoes. All day people stared at the group in their conspicuous frilly dresses and Jake could see them wondering why this one ‘girl’ – clearly as old as the others – was dressed his such a juvenile way. He spent all day trying in vain to will his dress to be longer and his alphabet tights to be less conspicuous. But in the end he couldn’t avoid looking even more ridiculous than the Lolita girls.
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Such a short sissy dress the way it is cut almost sounds like a sissy baby dress giggles
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Great story thank you for it.
Looking forward to reading more of his sissy adventures.
Maybe when the girls have their tea party in town he will be seated in a high chair.
As it seems it would be more appropriate as to how he is now dressed.
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How long's it been since Jake's worn even a scrap of boy clothes? It looks like he's being set up for a future of wearing very juvenile dresses when he's not at work at the lolita maid café.
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I see Jake them starts calling big sisters his !
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After his shift at the maid café, Jake often had to run the gauntlet of the boys in the park or on the street outside his house. “We should beat the crap out of the sissy!” one of them suggested one day. The ring leader disagreed. “We can’t beat up a sissy girly thing like that! We might dirty his pretty dress or he might get a run in his tights!” The boys roared laughing while Jake desperately tried to trot on as quickly as he could in his heels while clutching his petticoats.
“But if he ever appears again in boy’s clothes … all bets are off!” Jake cringed. He obviously desperately wanted to wear trousers again but was that going to result in his being beaten up repeatedly?
The school holidays were over that week and Jake was due to go back to school on Monday. He had been desperately looking forward to being released from his maid’s job. But these boys went to the same school. He was fairly sure they would carry out their threat.
He told his mother what they had said. She assured him they were just teasing him. But on his last day returning from the café he was sure there was an extra tension in their demeanour as if they were really looking forward to getting him at school the following week.
He pleaded with his mother that he couldn’t go back to school – that he would be beaten up every day. That’s what they were promising. His mother continued to insist that he had no need to worry but he wasn’t being assured.
In the end she could see how genuinely worried he was and she said “well I could home-school you for a while.” She could see a certain relief come over him at that suggestion. But Diane wasn’t happy. “What? He gets to doss off school and I have to go?” “I can’t home-school both of you.” “It’s not fair!” Diane pouted.
“Well I’m not going to make is easy for him”, their mother reassured her. She left the room. She returned holding the Lolita school uniform he had modelled before – with the pink pleated skirt and matching cravat. “You will wear this while being home-schooled.” “What?! Mum please no. That’s just making things worse!” Diane gave a satisfied smile though. She didn’t mind him being home-schooled as long as he had to wear that humiliating uniform. “Well that’s your choice”, his mother insisted.
On Monday morning his mother laid out his grey school uniform on his bed. His heart skipped a beat as he saw the grey trousers and shirt. Then beside it she laid out his girl’s school uniform with its pink cravat white white tights and high-heeled pink shoes. “It’s your choice. Breakfast is in 20 minutes.”
Diane was chomping her way through her cereal in the kitchen when Jake appeared around the door looking sheepish in his girl’s uniform, tugging the pink pleated skirt down self-consciously. He minced over to the counter in the high heels and noticed a thread on his tights. He bent down to remove it and Diane got a flash of his pink lace-trimmed panties.
“What are you going to be able to teach him?” she asked her mother as Jake perched on a high stool carefully tucking his short pleated skirt under him.
“I can teach English and Maths no problem and I did French myself in school. The sciences are not going to be possible though”, his mother thought out loud. “So instead I can teach him sewing and dress-making so he can help with my work!” Jake sighed heavily while Diane happily fetched her back pack. “Have fun!”
Jake’s hair had now grown long so his mother fetched a pair of elasticated bands and gathered it into two ponytails. “You’ll need to tie your hair back for your lessons.” She fetched two pink ribbons and despite his grumbles made two large bows on his pony-tails. “All set!”
They went through the basic subjects in the morning and in the afternoon his mother insisted on his first sewing lesson. He practiced on off-cuts of fabric. His mother meanwhile resumed working on another school uniform design she had been toying with before. This one had a sky blue skirt and matching collar with a big bow at the throat.
By the end of the following day that design was ready for him to wear the next day as his alternate uniform. “And I want you to sew a net petticoat onto your first uniform as your first proper sewing project.”
So Jake sat in his second uniform, the large bow irritating his throat while he sewed the stiff net petticoat under the pink pleated skirt of his first uniform. At the end of the day, he was done and his mother made him try the adjusted uniform on.
His skirt stood out very nicely and she was pleased with the result. She pulled up the skirt and examined the stitching underneath. “Very good!” Jake pouted in front of the mirror. He turned his back and looked over his shoulder. He was concerned that the petticoat made the skirt even shorter on him. He bent forward a little and the lace trim on his pink panties peeked. “Mum! It’s too short!”
She came over and considered it. “No problem sweetie.” He wondered what her solution was. “Tomorrow you can sew four rows of lace across the panties.” “What?” That was only making it worse. “Yes you need to have pretty panties if you’re going to be showing them off all the time!” Jake didn’t know how to answer that. “And it might make sure that you don’t bend over too much.”
Jake spent most of the following day sewing on the rows of lace and grew concerned that his other lessons were suffering. The next day he wore the uniform with the net skirt and his new frilly panties. All through breakfast Diane kept sniggering – he had to assume it was whenever he flashed some lace. He was relieved when she went to school and that morning he actually got to learn some French and maths.
At lunchtime his mother consulted the fridge. “We need to do a big shop. You’ll have to come.” Jake pushed his net petticoat down nervously. “Do I have to?” “You can’t mope around the house all the time.”
Jake cringed as he walked down the street in his uniform – pink pleated skirt with the net petticoat catching the wind, cringing in his white tights and scampering to try to keep up in his heels. He could feel the pink ribbons fluttering in the breeze.
In the shop the lady behind the counter smiled at his ridiculous appearance. “Isn’t he pretty?” Jake winced on hearing that she knew he was a boy. He helped his mother as best he could while constantly trying to keep the back of his skirt down.
His mother went to the till to pay. “Oh and two tins of beans”, she pointed to the top shelf behind Jake. He turned and reached up for them. “Oh what pretty panties!” Jake pulled his arms down but there was no way of getting the beans without reaching up so he braced himself and did so as quickly as he could.
“Your sewing is good”, the lady told his mother. “No. He sewed all that lace on himself.” Jake cringed as he put the tins in the basket. “No, really! That looks like lovely work.” His mother grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him around. “Lift up your skirt.”
Jake wanted to die but obediently pulled up his pink skirt and net petticoat so that the lady could get a really good look at the frills on his pink panties. He felt tugs on the lace. “So well done!” He wanted to cry as he lowered his skirt and just looked at the floor mortified while the lady smiled sweetly at him.
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Excellent! All sissies should have frilly panties possibly even with sissy stitched into them. No regular panties for sissies
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Jake was aware that his mother was working on new dress designs all the time and when it came to the weekend she told him that he had another modelling job to do. He wasn’t thrilled to hear it but could it be any worse than wearing his humiliating school uniforms?
He was surprised when his mother told him to remove his panties. He could see that she had the pink dress he’d worn to model to the Lolita girls’ younger sisters. She had stitched petticoats under the dress.
As he removed his panties, she spread a white towel on the bed, then made him sit on it. She pushed him to lie back on the bed and pulled the towel around his waist and up between his legs. She took a large safety pin. “Hey!” She was pinning him into a nappy!
“Mrs McKean, a few streets away, has a one-year-old baby girl and I’m trying to convince her that I can make some pretty outfits for her.” Jake sighed heavily. His mother flapped out a pair of transparent plastic pants and pulled them up over his feet. They had elasticated legs and waist and she made sure the toweling was totally tucked in.
Then she took a pair of white tights. Sadly these had become normal for him now so he didn’t resist as she pulled them up over his nappy and plastic pants. Then came the dress and he disappeared among the layers of petticoats until she had them smoothed down and zipped him in.
Next she took knickers she had made in a matching pink with several layers of thick lace and pulled them up over his tights. He looked in the mirror. The flared effect of the petticoats meant that his dress only just covered the frills on his knickers.
While he was checking that out his mother pulled the lacey pinafore over his dress and tied it at the back. Then she took a matching pink bonnet with lace trim all around the brim. He whined a little as she placed the bonnet on his head and tied it under his chin in a big bow.
He frowned as she took a short strap that had been covered in the same pink material. There was a little clamp at one end which she attached to his pinafore. Then she looped the other end through the ring of a large pink soother! “No ple….” His protest was silenced as she pushed the soother into his mouth.
Diane walked in at that moment. Jake stood mortified in his pink baby dress with petticoats and pinafore, his frilly nappy cover – hopefully just about hidden under his dress, lace-trimmed bonnet and matching strap on his soother. “Just one more thing!” his mother told him. She had knitted a pair of large pink booties. These also had lace trim around the ankles and she tied them on his feet with pink ribbon.
“Now! You obviously can’t walk outside in those knitted booties but Diane came up with a solution to that.” His mother pushed him out into the hallway. He saw a large old-style pram there with a big black hood pulled up and lace netting attached to the hood.
Jake looked incredulously at it. There was surely no way he was going to fit in it. “Next door had this in their shed. We just had to make one adjustment really”, his mother explained. As he was pushed towards it he saw that the internal base on which the baby lay had been removed opening up the curved lower part of the pram.
Diane held the pram steady as his mother made him climb in. He supposed this was better than walking around in this humiliating baby dress but he still whined in protest as he shifted around to get somewhat comfortable with his legs tucked under him. His mother placed two lacey pillows behind him and he lay back with his head well in under the hood.
Diane took a pink blanket and spread it over him tucking it down at the sides. They stood back and seemed satisfied as Jake looked up helplessly from his pram still suc-king worriedly on the soother. Diane took a doll and stuffed it under his arm and placed a baby bottle with some milk in it under his other arm to complete the cute picture.
His mother took out her phone and snapped a photo. She showed it to Jake. He was mortified seeing himself in the pram lying on the lacey pillows in his pink dress, looking up innocently through the lace of his bonnet, suc-king on the soother and clutching a doll. He supposed that it made a somewhat convincing picture but surely it wouldn’t take long for someone to realise that the ‘baby’ looked rather large!
His mother took the lace netting and dropped it over the hood of the pram. Jake could see them clearly enough up through the lace. His mother stood back and took another picture. She lifted the lace and showed him the photo. From the outside looking in, the lace provided more cover. You could see the general fuzzy outline of a lacey bonnet, the pink and white of his dress and pinafore and the shape of the pink soother but his face was not recognisable, partly hidden by the lace-trim on his bonnet and the plastic shield of his soother.
He supposed it acted just like lace curtains on the window – during the day you can see out clearly but people can’t see in very well. He was a little mollified by this. As long as he lay well back and hid as much as he could behind his bonnet and soother, it might not arouse too much suspicion from passers-by.
But still he was dressed as a baby girl, in a nappy and being wheeled in a pram clutching a doll and baby bottle, suc-king on a soother. He cringed under the pink blanket.
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Now that he is in diapers will be interesting if his Mom decides to keep him in them...
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It would seem to me that Diane should oppose Jake becoming a baby girl since if he's in diapers, mom will need someone to model the dresses meant for older girls again.
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Diane pushed Jake in the pram towards the front door. It rocked slightly on its springs as it moved along which made him feel queasy. He was terrified as the pram was pushed down the street towards the main road. If any neighbour came out they would wonder why his mother and sister were pushing a pram.
They made it to the main road. At least people here would be less likely to know them. He saw through the lace netting a person pass by the other way and they didn’t look back or show any curiosity.
Then he saw a man coming up quickly behind his mother and sister about to overtake them. The man looked at the old-fashioned pram curiously and Jake froze as his eyes looked in directly under the hood. Then he thought it best if the soother appeared to be bobbing a little so he took a suc-k on it. The man did not show any increased curiosity and passed them. Jake relaxed a little.
He felt the pram turn into the street Mrs McKean lived on. Nearly there. He was turned into the driveway and they approached the front door. Jake sighed heavily. What was she going to think of this spectacle?
Diane turned the pram so that he faced the door just as Mrs McKean opened it. She was about to say hi but stopped in her tracks as she saw the unexpected pram. Diane pulled the netting up so she could see Jake in his pink baby dress, pinafore and bonnet, suc-king on the large pink soother and clutching a doll.
She put her hand to her mouth. “Oh my goodness!” She looked at his mother. “Is that Jake?” She nodded. Mrs McKean burst into a huge smile. “So adorable!” Jake cringed. Diane pushed the pram in the door. “He must be getting used to wearing pretty dresses now!” Mrs McKean observed.
Diane pulled the blanket off and helped Jake out of the pram. He desperately pushed his petticoats down and then stood sheepishly as Mrs McKean took in his full outfit including his white tights and pink knitted booties.
“Come into the sitting room.” They went in and her daughter Fran was sitting on a rug surrounded by playing blocks. She was wearing a t shirt and pants. “Jake, why don’t you crawl over to Fran dear”, his mother instructed him. He grimaced but went down on his knees and crawled across the sitting room. “Oh what a gorgeous nappy cover!” The rows of lace across his bottom were nicely exposed as he crawled.
At first Fran was non-plussed seeing this large baby crawl towards her in a frilly dress and bonnet, suc-king on a soother. But then her face turned into a smile and she laughed. Jake was hurt. He turned and sat beside her, desperately trying to arrange his petticoats neatly around him and covering up his mortifyingly frilly bottom.
Fran picked up a block and handed it to him. “Oh isn’t that sweet!” Jake had no choice but to take it. It tinkled a little as it was passed over. He shook it and it tinkled louder. “Aw! That’s cute! Fran, would you like a dress like Jake’s?” The smile disappeared from her face as she studied Jake’s outfit – his pink dress with white pinafore, his lace-trimmed bonnet, his long white legs in tights and his pink booties. Jake wondered if the male name had registered with her.
Fran shook her head. The women and went ‘aw’. “It’s so pretty!” her mother prompted. Fran shook her head firmly. Jake sighed. His baby dress was so bad that even an actual baby girl found it embarrassing.
His mother continued undeterred - “you were saying she was occasionally scratching her face and you had to put her hands in mittens at times.” “Yes that’s right.” “Well let me show you.” Jake watched curiously as his mother unzipped a hold-all she had brought. She took out a pair of thick white fingerless gloves.
She pulled them over Jake’s hands as he watched and fastened them with a couple of snappers. “Now!” She went back to the bag and took out two pink mitten covers and pulled them over the padded mittens. She tied them in place with pink ribbons. The covers had lace trim at the wrist. “See – matches his dress!”
“Gorgeous!” Mrs McKean agreed. “I love it all but I’m just not sure it’s right to dress a girl in frilly dresses these days.” Jake winced – it seemed alright to dress a teenage boy in a pink frilly dress but not a one-year-old baby girl!
“Would you like tea or coffee?” “Oh yes please.” They all went off to the kitchen leaving Jake with Fran. He flexed his hands in the padded mittens. Fran picked up a rattle and held it out to him. He reached for it with his right hand but couldn’t use his fingers within the mittens. He realized though that his hand would through the plastic ring on the end of the rattle and was able to hold it that way. Fran smiled and looked at him expectantly. He shook the rattle and she laughed.
She picked up a block and threw it to him. It was a lousy throw and he missed it. His rattle tinkled as he moved his hands. He was able to pick it up and throw it back. She threw it again much harder and it went past him. He crawled over to it, his rattle tinkling as he went. Just then the women returned. “Oh look! Our babies are playing.” They all tittered as Jake froze and looked up through the lace trim of his bonnet seeing all the smiling eyes on the frills on his nappy cover.
Jake stared at their cups as they sat. He was thirsty too. “Oh Diane! Why don’t you fetch Jake’s bottle from the pram.” Diane was only too happy to do that and handed him the baby bottle half full of milk. She sat down and they all watched.
It was clear it was the only thing available for him to drink. He pushed the rattle off his mitten and held the bottle in both hands. He spat his soother out and suc-ked on the bottle. Fran giggled. The ladies all smiled and started to chat.
Fran persisted in handing him baby toys to play with. Mrs McKean continued to admire Jake’s outfit. He could see her take in the lace trim on his bonnet, his layers of petticoats and his perky pinafore. How ever much she liked it, she couldn’t see herself making Fran wear it.
As his mother stood to go she said “I’m working on another design at the moment – you might prefer it?” “I’m always happy to see such pretty dresses.” Jake scrambled to his feet – once again smoothing down his petticoats so as not to expose his frilly bottom. He was concerned about talk of another baby dress. Was he going to have to model again?
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i think he will look very cute in sissy baby dresses. Mum can always keep them for punishment if Jake gives her a hard time. Actually if Dianne causes Jake problems i think she look good in one too. Mum now has something to make them both behave.
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Jake climbed into his pram eager to get home and out of the baby dress and nappy. His sister tucked the pink blanket around him and pushed his soother in. As they pushed him out the door in the pram he mumbled through his soother wanting them to lower the lace netting to conceal him.
Diane just smiled at him and continued to push him toward the footpath. “Nnnggghhh!” He tried to lie back as far as he could on his lace-trimmed pillows and pushed his bonnet as far forward as he could so the wide brim could hide his face. He could hear footsteps approaching. He cringed in his nappy and tights.
Diane lowered the netting just before the person passed them and Jake breathed a little easier. “Mum, can I bring him into town?” “Hnng?” “Yes, why not?” she smiled down at him. “I’ll be spending the afternoon working on his other baby dress.” “NNNGGGHHHH!”
They ignored his protests. “Here, you take the bag. There’s a couple of clean nappies and plastic pants in there.” “NNNNGGGGHHH!” “Are you sure you’ll be ok within him on your own?” “I’ll phone a few friends.”
A person passed them and looked into the pram curiously on hearing Jake’s moans through his soother. That kept him quiet for a while and he suc-ked harder on his soother instead. Diane arranged for three friends to meet her at the bus stop.
“Nnngg Ngggh NNNNGGGH!” Jake wanted to cry. Her friends arrived and Diane raised the netting so they could admire Jake in his pink baby dress and bonnet. Their jaws dropped. “Oh my God!” “I don’t believe it! How did you get him into a baby dress and pram?” “He’s been modelling for mom again.”
“What’s in the holdall?” “Clean nappies for when he wets himself!” They roared laughing again. Jake shifted uneasily in the pram. He could hear the bus coming. He wanted to die. He was about to be brought into town in the pram and was almost inevitably going to have to use the nappy and have it changed by his sister and her friends!
He heard the hiss of the doors and the bus ‘kneeling’ to receive the pram. Diane lowered the netting again. He was pushed onto the bus, they paid the fairs and manoeuvred the pram into the designated space. Diane sat facing him with a devilish grin on her face.
He was facing the front of the bus and there was nobody else there except Diane so she raised the netting again. “nngghh!” Jake suc-ked nervously on his soother. The other girls leaned out of their seats to look in under the hood at him again. “Goochy goo!” Jake just frowned.
He cringed again as the bus pulled up at another stop. Diane lowered the netting again as the bus filled up. Jake could do nothing except lie back in his pram and suc-k on his soother and clutch his doll as he was propelled further away from home.
When they reached the centre most people were getting off the bus but they stood back and allowed Diane to move the pram off first. Jake could see their faces clearly from his side of the netting and found it hard to believe that they couldn’t see that the ‘baby’ behind the netting was ridiculously large. But nobody gave a second look.
“Let’s take him to the maid café!” “Great idea. They’ll love to see him.” Nnnggghhhh!” Jake whined from the pram but he was pushed along.
When they got to the café they pushed the pram to the back where Jake could be turned to face the wall and other customers would not be able to see him so they could raise the netting. They sat at a table there and one of the maids came to wait on them. She smiled at the back of the pram, no doubt ready to admire the customer’s cute baby.
When the maid recognized Diane she looked puzzled. Why would Diane be pushing a pram? Diane put her finger to her lips to indicate a secret and beckoned the maid around to the front of the pram. She did as bidden. At first she just automatically smiled in anticipation of the cute baby. Then her smile was replaced with surprise – first of all, the ‘baby’ was very big! Despite Jake’s attempts to hide within his bonnet and behind his big soother, she recognized him.
She put her hand to her mouth! “Jackie!” She gave Diane an astonished look but then broke into a smile. “Oh wow! So pretty!” She quickly beckoned her fellow maids over. Jake cringed and shifted uneasily in the pram.
Soon there were four heads surrounding the pram. “Oh what a pretty bonnet!” “So cute with his dolly!” That maid put her hand to her mouth realizing she probably shouldn’t use the male word. “Oh look! A bottle! Would baby like some milk?” Diane laughed. “Excellent! That would be great!” Jake frowned as the maid took the bottle excitedly. “Don’t forget to warm up the milk!” Diane added helpfully. Jake winced as the girls all laughed.
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One of the maids returned with Jake’s bottle and handed it to Diane. She reached into the pram but Jake kept his soother firmly in his mouth so she couldn’t force him to suc-k from the baby bottle. “Shall we turn the pram around then? So you can see everyone in the café?” Diane asked pointedly. Jake knew that what she really meant was that everyone in the café would see Jake – the teenage boy in a baby dress and nappy.
He spat his soother out and Diane gave a satisfied smile as she pushed the teat into his mouth and Jake had to suc-k on it. He winced at the taste of the warm milk. The girls all laughed at him suc-king on his baby bottle. He stopped for a moment. Diane held the bottle hovering in front of his mouth. “We won’t leave until you’ve finished it”, she warned him, tipping the bottle up to show that it was full. Jake cringed and resumed suc-king on his bottle.
Each of the girls had to take a turn feeding him the bottle and then the maids had the idea of spoon feeding him some ice cream. At least it tasted a lot better than warm milk but it was humiliating sitting in the pram clutching his doll being spoon-fed by all these girls.
Eventually they were ready to leave the café. As Jake was pushed towards the exit he desperately hoped that they would head for the bus home. “Let’s go to the mall”, Diane suggested. Jake sighed as he was pushed away to the mall. There were dozens of clothes shops and he knew Diane could easily spend all day there. His bladder was beginning to bother him now after two bottles.
He just had to lie back in his pram, suc-k on his soother and clutch his doll for comfort as the girls moved him from one shop to the next. He was now cringing from the pressure on his bladder.
“I need the loo”, Diane told the girls. They all agreed they needed to go. Jake was pushed into the ladies’ toilet and they positioned his pram next to the cubicles. “Are you not wet yet?” Diane asked him. He shook his head firmly but he couldn’t see how he could avoid the inevitable before they got home.
The girls took turns in the cubicles. Jake could hear their pee hitting the water. Oh how he wished he could do that! He shifted very uneasily in his nappy and tights. Then the toilets flushed. Diane heard a little moan from the pram. She looked into the pram. Jake was writhing. She turned the tap on full flow. “Nnnggggh!” That did it. Pee was flowing into Jake’s nappy. “Nnggghh, nnngghhh, nnngggh!” The girls looked down on him and smiled. He was suc-king hard on his soother and really holding his doll tightly. “I think somebody needs changing!” They all tittered.
“Done yet?” Diane asked but Jake was continuing to pee. Just how much could this nappy handle? “Don’t worry there’s a baby changing room next door.” That provoked more giggling from the girls. Jake cringed at the thought of having them change his nappy but that’s what was inevitably going to happen now.
They excitedly pushed Jake into the baby changing room. He was relieved to see that there was a lock on the door. The counter had two changing stations side by side which meant that there was room for Jake to lie across both. He wanted to cry as Diane removed his pink knitted booties and the other girls gathered around ready for the spectacle.
Then he had to raise his bottom so she could pull down his frilly nappy cover and again as she removed his tights. The girls could now see his soaked nappy through the plastic pants. “Ew!” They held a plastic bag at the ready while Diane peeled off his wet plastic pants.
Jake was now chewing his soother. At least the mortification of the situation meant there was no way he was going to have an embarrassing erection – even naked in front of these teenage girls. Diane unpinned him and threw the soaked nappy in the bag. The girls were all cringing now but one of them had the presence of mind to find the baby wipes in the bag.
Diane smiled down at her half-naked brother, clutching his petticoats up, looking up gloomily through the lace of his bonnet. She peeled open the pack of baby wipes and set to work.
Jake just wanted to die as his sister wiped his boy’s parts and bottom. Then she used tissues to dry him before liberally sprinkling powder around, making the eagerly watching girls cough.
He was so relieved when his clean nappy was produced and pinned tightly on to him. Then Diane pulled a dry pair of plastic pants over his nappy. She got two of the girls to hold his legs right up in the air while she checked carefully that his nappy was tucked inside the elastic of his plastic pants.
Just then the door opened and a lady pushed a stroller in. They hadn’t locked the door! “Oh sorry!” she apologized. “No it’s alright, we’re almost done.” Diane was flapping out Jake’s tights. The lady’s eyebrows raised on seeing the very large ‘baby’ on the counter. The girls tried to suppress their giggles and act as if there was nothing unusual.
His nappy cover was replaced and his booties tied back on. The lady didn’t know where to look. Why was this child, who appeared to be as big as these teenage girls, dressed in such a pink frilly baby style dress, clearly having had a nappy changed? Jake scrambled back into his pram in a shower of white petticoat and pink satin. The girls just smiled at the perplexed lady as they pushed the pram out.
But the girls weren’t finished browsing the shops and he just had to lie there patiently, enjoying his dry nappy, suc-king on his soother and desperately hoping the netting did its job of concealing him from public view.
They finally left the mall but then wanted to sit in the park for a while. The sun was out and Jake was getting quite warm under his petticoats, tights and blanket. They went to the lake and positioned the pram facing it. Diane pulled back the netting much to his concern but the lake was wide and anyone facing them on the far side was too far away to realise that the ‘baby’ was rather large.
Still, Jake suc-ked nervously on his soother and clutched his doll tighter. He was feeling really hot now. He closed his eyes for a moment. After a few seconds he heard giggling. He opened his eyes to find the girls all surrounding the pram looking in on him and laughing. Diane was holding her camera phone and pressed the stop button. “Oh you looked so cute there having your little nap!”
Jake realized that he must have nodded off in the heat. Diane turned the screen towards him and pressed play. There he was snuggled up under the pink blanket, his face framed by the lace on his bonnet. He was mortified to see that his soother bobbed in and out gently as he snoozed. Then he shifted a little, the puffed sleeves of his pink dress resting daintily over his blanket and he clutched the doll tighter. He could hear the girls giggling in the sound from the phone. He cringed and realized that he still suc-king on his soother. He was getting far too used to that after hours in his pram.
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I love the humiliation and the girls taking turns bottle feeding him then feeding him ice cream. Still looking forward to seeing what other frilly baby dresses his mum has made for him
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Does Jake have a girlfriend?
I wondered because if his mommy and sister wanted to go somewhere maybe his girlfiend could babysit him.
Now that would be embarrassing. Especially if previously he had been trying desperately to get into her knickers. Now the shoe will be on the other foot. She will be getting into his frilly knickers but only to change them and with his mommy's permission. 🤣
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Thank you for an excellent story DaraJaney. Poor Jake, no backbone to resist his mum or anyone else for that matter.
Given that apparently a material amount of time has passed (enough for Jake's hair to get long enough to put into bunches and for Diane's "badly broken arm" to heal so she can push a pram and change Jake) why isn't Diane back to modelling for Mum? In fact, a pair of lolitas or big babies might sell Mum's designs quicker. Also, Diane could join Jake at the maid cafe and increase the family's income which seems to be driving Mum's designing efforts. Excitedly awaiting further developments. 8)
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They filled Jake’s baby bottle with juice so slake his thirst in the pram. He hated suc-king on the teat again but was relieved to get something cool to drink. Finally he was pushed in his pram to a bus stop so they could go home. Of course they had to cross the dreaded park. Jake lay back as far as he could on his lacey pillows, pushed his bonnet forward as far as he could, suc-ked deeply on his soother and clutched his doll closer.
He listened for sounds of the boys playing football over the crunch of his pram wheels on the gravel. He heard a ball being kicked and cringed. He was also feeling the effects of his latest bottle. The girls pushed his pram on. It bounced uncomfortably on the uneven surface.
“Hey you!” Jake winced as he heard a boy call out. He felt the pram’s pace quicken as the girls tried to ignore the boys. He heard multiple footsteps running closer. He wanted to die again. If these boys found him in a pink baby dress, bonnet and nappy that would be the end of his life.
“Whose baby have you got there?” he heard a boy ask. Jake squirmed in his tights. “We’re babysitting for Mrs. Taylor”, one of the girls lied. “Let me see.” Jake looked up and one of the boys was looking directly through the netting. Jake started to fill his nappy with pee. That’s all he needed. He wasn’t just wearing a nappy under the petticoats of his baby dress, he was actually wetting his nappy!
“Sshh! She’s asleep.” Jake was terrified but had to close his eyes and suc-k gently on his soother and hope that the boys could see nothing unusual through the netting. “Huh!” He heard a ball being kicked away and the boys ran off after it. Jake relaxed a little but he was still filling his nappy.
When they got home he very gingerly climbed out of his pram, still unconvinced that a nappy could hold so much wee. Diane noticed his discomfort. “Have you wet your nappy again?” Jake nodded glumly while the girls giggled. At least he was home now and could get out of the mortifying baby dress and wet nappy with minimal further embarrassment.
“I’ve made great progress on the other baby dress”, his mother told them. “It should be ready for modelling the day after tomorrow”, she smiled at Jake. “Nnngghh!” There was no way he was going through this again. Once this nappy was off that was the end of his modelling career.
He pulled at the mittens on his hands. He couldn’t budge them. They were firmly held in place by the snappers at his wrists. His mother and the girls watched amusedly at his attempts to free himself. “I can see that we’ll have to keep your hands in those mittens”, his mother told him. “Nnnggggh!” He finally realized that he didn’t need to keep suc-king on the soother and spat it out.
“Let’s get your nappy changed.” Changed? He wanted it off and no more nappies. “Please Mum! There’s no way I’m wearing anything like this again”, he insisted, holding out his short petticoats. She seemed unmoved. “I think we have enough nappies to do him for the next couple of days – if we wash a few tomorrow.” Jake pulled at his mittens again but couldn’t budget them. He was helpless as long as these were tied on him.
He had to get the nappy off so he allowed himself to be changed. He couldn’t remove any of his baby clothes because of his hands being disabled. He pleaded and pleaded but his mother knew she had to keep him in his baby dress, nappy and mittens until he could model the new dress as she’d never get him to wear it again voluntarily.
He was sent to bed still in his nappy. Diane offered a short pink nightie and he couldn’t stop her dressing him in it. It was a relief to get out of the petticoats and tights.
When he woke in the morning he realized that he needed to poo. He went into his mother’s bedroom. She was awake. “Please Mum! I need to do a number 2.” “Yes?” She feigned ignorance of the importance of that statement. He cringed. “Mum!” He pointed to the nappy. “That’s no problem. Your nappy will hold anything you do. She went back to her book. Diane passed in the corridor and tittered at her brother’s discomfort.
He wanted to cry as the pressure built. In the end he had no option but to go up on all fours on his bed and allow the mess to fill his nappy. After a few minutes his mother came in. “All done?” she asked calmly. Jake sniffled as he nodded. “Good let’s get you changed then.”
Diane was only too happy to help her mother change Jake’s messy nappy. She helpfully held his clean nappy and plastic pants and held his legs up while her mother checked that his new nappy was fully tucked in.
Jake protested but was dressed in his pink baby dress and nappy cover again. “We can’t have you waddling around in just your nappy all day”, his mother insisted and his sister tittered. “We need to get his nappies washed”, she told Diane. “I’ll put them in the machine. Could you get out the old play pen and baby toys? He’ll need something to amuse him and I think baby toys are all he’ll be able to handle with those mittens.”
Diane was only too pleased to assemble the play-pen and fill it with dolls and rattles and blocks. Jake was reluctant to go into it of course. “Now you have to do what you are told if you want your nappy changed promptly”, his mother insisted. Jake sighed heavily as he waddled into the play-pen and sat down. Diane closed the side gate with a satisfying click.
“Can you get him something to drink?” her mother asked. “He can’t handle a cup so use the baby bottle.” Jake winced. Diane brought him milk – at least she hadn’t heated it. Then his mother spoon-fed him some cereal as he knelt at the side of his pen.
They went about their business and Jake stared unenthusiastically at the baby toys. When his mother was taking his nappies out of the washing machine she finally heard a tinkling from the play-pen. She smiled. For want of anything better to do, Jake tried out each of the rattles to see what noise they made. Diane giggled wondering how long before he would play with the dolls.
“Here, you can hang out your nappies to dry”, his mother told him. Jake looked up from his play-pen. He really didn’t want to go outside in his baby dress – especially after his last experience at the clothes line. His mother gave him a cross look reminding him that he had to do as he was told if he wanted his nappy changed promptly.
He got up and took the basket from her. She fetched his bonnet. At first he frowned but then realized it would help hide his face should anyone be looking over the garden fence. He allowed her to tie his bonnet under his chin.
He looked around nervously as he went out. There was no sign of anyone. He knew that when he reached up for the washing line he would expose his frilly nappy cover and anyone looking on would see that he was wearing a nappy. In his haste he dropped things a couple of times and had to bend over to pick them up. Each time he looked nervously over his shoulder – made more difficult by the lace-trim on his bonnet.
Finally he scampered back into the safety of the house. He was actually relieved to get back into his play-pen so he started playing with the blocks. His mother smiled at the fact that he was still wearing his bonnet and seemed not have noticed.
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like that he is kept in nappies and his mother and sister don't care who sees him. The playpen is an awesome idea. I wonder if someone is willing to help them out with a highchair and crib big enough for him
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I'm excited to see what his next dress looks like and to see just how long it is before those mittens come off. Especially since they've been so connected to his second babyhood
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Jake watched his mother working on the new baby dress. The material was lavender in colour and he observed gloomily as she sewed a thick lace collar and lace trim on the puffed sleeves. Then she added the lace-trim around the brim on the bonnet before starting on the layers of frills all around the nappy cover.
By the afternoon it was ready for him to try on. She buttoned him into the dress, pulled the frilly nappy cover up over his tights, tied the ribbon on his bonnet under his chin and secured lavender covers on his mittens. She had even made a matching cover for the strap on his soother and pinned it to his dress and popped the soother back into his mouth.
He waddled around in front of the mirror as instructed. His mother and Diane smiled as they admired the new outfit. The dress just about covered his nappy as long as he kept his arms down. His mother had an idea. “Come here.”
She gathered a few pins. “Let’s take this up a little”, she said as she started to pin the hem of his dress up about two inches. “Nnngghh!” Jake complained through his soother. The bottom two rows of lace on his nappy cover were revealed as she pinned his dress up at the front.
“Oh yes! Perfect”, Diane agreed. “Nnngghhh!” Jake disagreed but his mother continued to pin his hem up all the way around. “Now everyone can admire your pretty nappy cover!” Jake looked in the mirror at how the frilly nappy cover bulged obviously over his thick cloth nappy. “NNNGGGHH!”
But they just ignored him and made him turn around so they could admire the way the rows of lace ran all the way around his nappy cover – front and back. His mother took the dress off him and made him return to his play-pen.
From there he watched unhappily as his mother ran the dress through her sewing machine and stitched the hem permanently up those two inches. He suc-ked hard on his soother as she sewed layers of petticoats under the dress that were going to make it flare even more and probably reveal another row of lace on his nappy cover. “Mrs McKean will surely love this dress”, his mother was convinced.
So Jake was made to wear the new lavender outfit for the rest of the day which otherwise entailed regular bottles and spoon-feeding, nappy changes and trying to get some amusement from the baby toys in his play-pen. He was not looking forward to modelling the dress the next day and suc-ked unhappily on his soother for some kind of comfort.
He was wheeled around to Mrs McKean’s in the pram again the next morning. When they arrived she said “I hope you don’t mind but I’ve invited a few friends over.” Jake cringed in his baby dress as he heard the excited chatter of a number of ladies from the sitting room.
He was helped out of the pram and his mother smoothed down his petticoats and fluffed up the lace on his nappy cover, before straightening his bonnet and picking some fluff off his white tights. “All set!” she told him. Jake suc-ked hard on his soother as he looked in the hall mirror and tried in vain to push his petticoats down as much as possible. Diane giggled at his pointless efforts. He was pushed into the sitting room.
The ladies gasped as he waddled into the room. “Oh my goodness!” “What a lot of frills!” “Is that an actual nappy?” “Clearly it is.” Jake could see they were trying not to laugh at his misfortune. “How old is he?” someone asked. Another lady gasped “He? But … oh my goodness!” Some of their teenage daughters were sitting around as well and they were less inhibited at laughing at the boy in the baby dress and nappy.
Jake cringed as he stood in the middle of the room. His mother made him twirl so they could all see his outfit front and back. “It’s an amazing outfit!” Mrs McKean agreed. “I’m still not sure it’s right to dress a little girl like that these days though.” Most of the women nodded agreement. Jake felt sick. They thought it wasn’t right to dress a baby girl in frills and flounces but it was ok for him to be paraded in the humiliating outfit showing off his real nappy!
“Let’s have tea on the patio”, Mrs McKean suggested. They all murmured approval but could hardly take their eyes of Jake in his lavender baby outfit. It was only when his mother led him out the patio doors that they followed.
When tea was served his mother asked Diane to fetch his bottle. She was only too eager to bottle-feed her brother in front of the ladies and girls. Jake cringed as it wasn’t that long since his last bottle. They all thought it was hilarious that he was being bottle-fed and Diane had no problem telling them that he’d been in nappies for a couple of days now.
“But he’s not actually using them, is he?” Chloe asked. “Of course he is!” “No! Number 2s as well?” Jake wanted to die and suc-ked hard on the soother that had been returned to his mouth once he finished his bottle.
They were keen to play ball with him. He suspected this was because he could hardly hold the ball in his mittens, kept dropping it and having to bend over and pick it up. This was repeatedly met with giggles as they saw the layers of lace all the way to the top of his nappy cover.
Jake desperately wanted to get out of there but the ladies were deep in juicy gossip mode. He was desperate to wee but really didn’t want to in front of so many people.
Chloe threw the ball high over his head. Jake reached up as she hoped and his petticoats rode up to reveal his full nappy cover all the way around. Worse than that, he started peeing from the sudden movement. He desperately tried to hide the fact. If he was seen cringing Diane would probably know what was happening. So he tried to continue playing as normal even as his nappy filled.
He saw his mother looking curiously across the patio at him. He was filled with dread. “Jake dear, do you need changing?” There was silence eventually broken by tittering. Jake desperately shook his head. His mother was unconvinced. She turned to Chloe who was standing closest to him. “Chloe, could you check him. I think he may be too shy to admit it.”
Jake felt sick. He suc-ked harder on his soother. Chloe was unsure what to do. “Just pull down his nappy cover and tights and stick your finger in under the elastic, if you don’t mind.” Jake wanted to die. Chloe was not reluctant at all. Diane thought all her Christmases had come at once as she watched Chloe pull Jake’s nappy cover down around his ankles while everyone looked on. Then she peeled his white tights down to his knees. She poked her finger in under the elasticated leg of his plastic pants. “Yes he’s wet!”
Jake was tearing up as everyone sniggered and giggled. “Thanks Chloe. It’s ok, we don’t need to change him right away. You can pull his tights and nappy cover up again – just be care.”
So Jake had to stand around with everyone knowing he was in a soggy nappy. The girls wanted him to keep playing, no doubt wondering if it would leak onto his tights and he had to very gingerly run around and bend over for the ball. “Right let’s get you changed”, his mother eventually announced and Diane eagerly went for his changing bag.
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I think his mom is having too much fun with Jake in nappies and with the ladies not sure of how much frills is too much it gives her the perfect excuse to keep Jake in nappies till she has something the lady likes.
With the girls also knowing word will spread wonder if they going to ask to babysit Jake.
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Jake felt sick as he watched Mrs McKean lay a towel out on the sitting room floor. They were going to change his nappy in the middle of the room in front of everyone! “Nnngggh!” His mother, for once, took notice of his protest. “Girls. Give us some privacy please.” The girls all frowned but duly left the room and went out to the garden again. But the women all gathered around with interest.
“Nnngghhh!” “Don’t worry sweetie. You haven’t got anything we haven’t already seen!” They all laughed. Jake needed to get the nappy off so he had no choice but to cooperate and lie down on the towel, now covered by plastic sheeting.
He suc-ked hard on his soother and looked up at the ceiling through the lace of his bonnet as the ladies gathered around with interest and his mother pulled down his frilly nappy cover. As she removed his tights a ring of six faces looked down at him smiling.
“Oh you are using cloth nappies and plastic pants!” Mrs McKean observed. “Yes I still think they are best”, his mother confirmed. The ladies all cringed a little as his plastic pants were removed. “Surely not”, Mrs McKean insisted. “There must be a problem with nappy rash.”
“Not so far”, his mother assured them, unpinning his soggy nappy carefully. “A few days might be ok but I’d bet within a week there’d be nappy rash.” Jake cringed as his mother wiped around his boy parts. “How much do you want to bet?” his mother challenged. “Nnnggghh?” “50 says he’s got nappy rash by this time next week”, Mrs McKean wagered. “Nnngggh!” “You’re on! Let’s come back here this time next week and see.” The ladies all eagerly agreed.
Jake continued to whimper as his mother powdered his bottom liberally. They were proposing to keep him in nappies for a week! They were clearly all keen on the idea and some of the other ladies exchanged bets as his mother put his tights back on him. Everyone ignored his protests and his mother just patted his frilly behind “off you go into the garden now”. The girls all giggled as Jake waddled out into the garden in his nice dry nappy and suc-ked hard on his soother at the prospect of a week in nappies.
When the girls heard, they were delighted. “Can we babysit him for you?” “Oh yes, please?” “Of course girls. But do you know how to change an old-style cloth nappy?” “We can learn!” “Definitely!”
Their mothers looked concerned though. Mrs McKean discretely suggested to his mother that it would be inappropriate for the girls to be handling his private parts and they could surely predict the effect it would have on him. “Don’t worry. I can take care of that”, his mother assured him.
The next day when she changed his nappy his mother put this small curved plastic tube over his pen-is and a hard plastic ring behind his testicles and locked the two together with a small padlock. “Now we won’t have any problems when Paula changes your nappy tomorrow.” The mere mention of Paula caused a stirring with the tube. She was the most gorgeous girl in the school – blond, buxom and very friendly, allegedly. She was in the year ahead of Jake and all the boys in his class had a crush on her.
“Yes Paula will be babysitting you tomorrow along with a couple of other girls from yesterday’s little party.” Three girls changing his nappies, feeding him bottles! Why did it have to be Paula though? His member was pressing against the walls of the plastic tube. He had spent many a night pleasuring himself just thinking about her.
His mother, clearly please that the chastity device was doing its job, pinned his clean nappy on and pulled up his plastic pants, followed by his tights and nappy cover. Deep underneath all those layers his boy part was frustrated by the plastic tube which was curved downwards to further prevent any arousal. Back in his play pen he rubbed down between his legs with his mittened hands but there was nothing but a dull feeling.
The next morning the girls arrived just as his mother was checking that his nappy was tucked inside the elastic of his plastic pants. “Which dress do you want him in today?” his mother asked them. His pink and lavender short frilly baby dresses dangled ominously from hangers in the corner.
“Ooh the pink one!” Paula suggested. Jake’s member was already losing the battle with the chastity device as he took in her tight low-cut sweater. But he was also crushed that she seemed so keen to see him in a sissy pink dress. But the other girls disagreed. “No. Wait until you see him in his lavender dress. It’s much shorter and shows off his frilly nappy cover!” “Ok then!” Paula happily agreed.
Jake winced as Paula pulled his white tights up over his nappy. He cringed as she tied his lace-trimmed bonnet under his chin and tweaked his nose playfully. “What a cutey!”
A minute later she stood over him. She held his baby bottle full of milk. “Feeding time!” Jake glared at the large teat held up right in front of the hefty bulge in her sweater and his poor restricted boy parts almost exploded the chastity device at the thought of suc-king on that while Paula held it to his mouth.
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Yes more time in nappies. Will he have any control left after a week? Chastity the girls are going to love that and tease him about it.
Please keep this good story coming.
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:-[DaraJaney, now that Jake's life will forever be changed or distorted; I would develop a scheme to get back at his "mother" and sister. If they want a baby girl, give them a baby girl. Jake could stop walking or crawling; requiring him to be carried. He could also have multiple bowel movements a day, by retaining some poop for multiple soiling in a day. At Jake's age there is stink in that poop. In other word; make it difficult on them. He would have to move to another state at this point to get away from his past. He has NOTHING to loose at this point, and some revenge would be sweet.
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I like that idea but cuold backfire them. point there go back. I love a good sissy abdl story!
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Jake’s mother and sister went off for the day shopping, leaving him in the care of Paula and her friends. They were keen to get a chance to change his nappy and so fed him a second baby bottle of milk not too long after the first.
He had heard that Paula was ‘a tease’ but this was the first time he’d experienced it. She gave him lots of attention, making him play with his rattles in his play-pen and leaning down over him regularly giving him a nice view of her ample bosoms. She loved it when he suc-ked on his soother and he liked to please her so he obliged.
Did she know that he’d been put in a chastity device making it impossible for him to feel arousal? He wasn’t sure. His member was constantly frustrated by the hard plastic tube locked on to him.
He knew there was no point in adding to his own pain by resisting wetting his nappy. So when his bladder was suitably full he let it go. He signaled to Paula that he needed changing. The girls gathered around excitedly. Jake just had to suc-k hard on his soother and face the inevitable.
When Paula unpinned his soggy nappy the girls all gasped on seeing his chastity device. After wiping it clean Paula held it this way and that so they could all see how it was secured in place by the plastic ring behind his testicles. They could also see that his boy’s part was pressed hard against the plastic tube and could get an idea just how frustrating that must be by the way Jake writhed and whimpered as they examined it.
“Let’s see if we can find the key”, Paula suggested as she fingered the little padlock. The girls excited searched every drawer and cupboard in the house. Jake lay back – exposed to all – with his mind running riot thinking what they might do if they got it off.
A couple of likely keys were found and Paula tried them. Jake looked on, his heart beating wildly now at the prospect of his member being freed and what the girls might do with it. But none of the keys worked and he flopped back, breathing heavily in frustration.
“Oh well, never mind”, Paula sighed as she held up his clean nappy. “Bottom up!” Jake winced at the realization that instead of playing with his freed member Paula was now going to pin him into a nappy, plastic pants and pull up his tights and frilly nappy cover again. She seemed not too bothered and simply went back to encouraging him to play with his rattles.
After a couple of days in nappies, he was being changed when his mother went “oh no! That looks like nappy rash!” Diane came to examine. “Damn it! I’m going to lose that bet.” His mother fetched some cream to apply to the rash. Jake was silently pleased that she was going to lose the bed, having humiliated him by keeping him in nappies and baby dresses in front of his school friends. Hopefully she would have to let him out of nappies now.
But she tried over the remainder of the week to make it disappear with various creams. He remained locked into the chastity device as girls regularly dropped in to help his mother and sister and readily offered to change his nappy.
Back at Mrs McKean’s his mother was forced to reveal that he had indeed got nappy rash. He lay back in front of them suc-king on his soother as they discussed the best treatment. The ladies were equally fascinated with Jake’s chastity. A couple of them joked that they had teenage sons and could make good use of such a device.
Mrs McKean gave his mother a tube of cream. “You’ll find that will clear it up within days.” “OK I’ll try it”, his mother responded. Jake frowned. This sounded like she was going to keep him in nappies until the rash cleared up.
The following morning when his mother woke him she noticed he looked particularly concerned. He was looking down at his nappy. It was clear he had wet himself in his sleep. “No!” “That’s ok sweetie”, she reassured him. “Mommy will change you now.” He went to speak but she pushed his soother in. “Hush now.” He suc-ked on it unhappily.
Paula and a couple of her friends visited one afternoon. Jake had to wet his nappy shortly afterwards but didn’t want them changing him so he said nothing. When they had been there a couple of hours his mother grew curious. “Do you not need changing?” she asked him with the girls looking on. He looked down guiltily. “Let me check.” Jake cringed as his mother pulled down his nappy cover and tights and checked his nappy, the girls all giggling as they looked on.
“You are wet!” his mother declared. “I think he is losing control girls.” “Nnnggghhh!” “That’s alright dear, it’s not your fault.” Paula led him off to change him. He struggled to keep up with his tights around his knees and his nappy cover around his ankles. “I think he needs to wear nappies now”, she told the others and they all nodded and giggled.
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First complete step to sissy babyhood, he has lost bladder control. Loved how the girls teased his caged little coc-k. Hope there are more embarassing situations coming for Jake.
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Poor Jake, but perhaps being in nappies again won't be so bad. He doesn't have that many dresses, so perhaps he'll be allowed to dress as a boy on occasion. I know the odds are very slim, but maybe DaraJaney has some surprises in store!
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He pleaded with his mother that he couldn’t go back to school – that he would be beaten up every day. That’s what they were promising. His mother continued to insist that he had no need to worry but he wasn’t being assured.
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On Monday morning his mother laid out his grey school uniform on his bed. His heart skipped a beat as he saw the grey trousers and shirt. Then beside it she laid out his girl’s school uniform with its pink cravat white white tights and high-heeled pink shoes. “It’s your choice. Breakfast is in 20 minutes.”
Diane was chomping her way through her cereal in the kitchen when Jake appeared around the door looking sheepish in his girl’s uniform, tugging the pink pleated skirt down self-consciously. He minced over to the counter in the high heels and noticed a thread on his tights. He bent down to remove it and Diane got a flash of his pink lace-trimmed panties.
Love all the baby stuff too, but I just want to say this was my favorite part. Jake chose to continue to be a sissy at that point rather than take his lumps with the boys. No use whining about it now.
I also loved the scene of adjusting the baby dress up to show off the bloomers and the last part there where everyone now thinks he is losing control and is being led around with his tights still down like a toddler. How humiliating. How embarassing that he chose this over taking his chances with the boys.
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“Great news”, his mother announced as she came in the front door. Jake looked up from his play-pen. “I’ve got a job – well a trial period anyway”, she told them. Jake supposed it was good that his mother would have a steadier income so he smiled at her. Diane seemed happy too.
His mother looked down at him. “Don’t worry dear – Mrs Howard has agreed to take you in her creche while I’m working!” Jake’s jaw dropped. “Mum!” “Somebody has to take care of you and change your nappies now that you need to wear them”, she told him. “I don…mmmppfff!” She pushed the soother into his mouth to stifle any complaint. “It’s been decided dear.”
On Monday morning Diane smiled at him after his morning change of nappy and asked “which of your pretty baby dresses do you want to wear on your first day in the creche?” Jake cringed. She decided for him anyway. “The lavender I think”, she told him, holding up his shorter dress.
Jake squirmed unhappily in his pram as they prepared to go. His mother handed him a doll, pushed his soother in and fluffed out the lace on his bonnet before lowering the netting and pushing him out the door.
They’d hardly gone a hundred yards before he heard a neighbour’s voice. “Is that Jake?” The pram stopped. His mother raised the netting and Jake looked up, clutching his doll and suc-king on his soother. “Oh isn’t he adorable?” “It’s his first day at the creche!” Diane informed her. “Really?! I hope you have fun. I’m sure they will have fun with you anyway”, she sniggered.
His mother pushed him on, not bothering to lower the netting again. “Nnnggghh!” he protested. “Oh sweetie, everyone knows now.” So she pushed him on, greeting neighbours and pausing so they could admire Jake in his lavender dress and bonnet.
When they arrived at the creche they were met by Mrs Howard. “So the other parents were happy for me to look after Jake on a number of conditions. His hands must stay disabled in the mittens and he must stay in his play-pen all the time. Well, except when having his nappy changed of course.”
Jake suc-ked gloomily on his soother as he looked at his play-pen in the corner. “Andrea will be looked after you.” Jake’s eyebrows raised. Andrea made Paula look plain. Perhaps she wasn’t as sexy but she had a gorgeous smile, lovely long blond hair that she kept having to brush away, a fluffy sweater and very tight jeans.
She squatted before Jake. “What a pretty dress!” she commented as she fluffed up his petticoats. Jake blushed a little and could feel his member stirring. She smoothed down the lace on the front of his nappy cover. “We are going to have fun, aren’t we?” His member quickly met the restrictions of his chastity and, as ever, he could feel no proper arousal, just a dull discomfort.
Andrea pushed him into his play pen and he sat down. “Wave bye-bye to mummy and your sister!” He already knew he would do anything for Andrea. He gave a wave while still clutching his doll. Andrea responded with that beautiful smile. “Have fun!” Diane waved back, with a very satisfied smirk on her face.
Jake looked at the toys in his play-pen. He sighed heavily seeing the usual collection of rattles, blocks and dolls. He looked enviously at the creche’s regulars, toddling or crawling around freely. Another mother arrived and saw Jake.
“Oh is this him?” she asked Andrea. Jake cringed. Of course they were all going to know he was a teenage boy in a frilly baby dress. “Stand up Jake so she can see your outfit properly”, Andrea told him and he obeyed. “Oh my goodness”, the lady put her hand to her mouth as she saw his thick nappy bulging under his now exposed frilly nappy cover and his white tights.
Andrea put his changing bag down beside his play-pen. “He’s actually using the nappy?” “Oh yes. Little Jakey needs to wear a nappy, don’t you?” Jake was so smitten with Andrea, he couldn’t disagree and nodded. The lady tittered.
When left alone, Jake spat out his soother which dangled from his dress on the matching strap. He tried the various rattles. Some of the blocks had tinkly bells in them. He sat there frustrated that this was all he had to amuse himself for the day. He noticed a little drum just outside the play-pen.
“Would you like to try the drum?” Andrea asked. “I’m not sure you’ll be able to hold the stick”, she said as she handed him the drum. He concentrated hard as he tried to hold the stick between both mittens. He hit the drum but the stick slipped out of his mittens. “fuc-k!” Andrea was taken aback. “We can’t have words like that here!” she scolded him, looking around with concern to see if any of the other children heard.
She took his soother and pushed it in. “New rule! You have to keep that in.” Jake suc-ked unhappily on the soother. He felt ashamed having annoyed the lovely Andrea. “Now find the block with the bunny rabbit”, she instructed him with a smile, trying to put the incident behind them. He so wanted to please her. He rolled over each of the blocks trying to find which one had a bunny on the side. He found it and held it up between his mittens. “Very good!” He smiled, so happy at pleasing Andrea, he completely forgot how humiliating this situation was – a teenage boy in a lavender baby dress with matching bonnet, frilly nappy cover and booties, white tights stretched over his nappy, playing with rattles in a play-pen while the real babies roamed freely around the room.
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very good story love it.
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His mother’s first day in the new job was very busy so she was the last to arrive at the creche to pick Jake up. By then, all the other mothers had seen Jake and Andrea had helpfully explained to each one how Jake had been modelling clothes that his mother made which came to include baby style dresses and how he had lost control of his toilet and now needed to wear nappies. Jake could only sit there and suc-k on his soother through all the amused looks from mothers.
When his mother arrived, Andrea reported that he had been mostly well behaved but due to the swear word he was now going to have to keep his soother in, except when he was being bottle or spoon-fed. His mother was fine with that and said that they would do the same at home. Jake whimpered a little through his soother at that.
Then Andrea explained that some parents were concerned that Jake could obviously get out of the play-pen if he wanted to – maybe when Andrea was distracted. She said that she knew the carpenter who had worked on the decoration of the creche and was sure he could make a larger play-pen that would be certain to keep Jake in. However, she needed to know how long he was likely to need the creche to know if it would be worth the expense.
“I understand”, his mother responded. “How about I pay a month’s fees in advance?” “Hnnnnn?” Jake scrambled to his feet to protest. “Perfect!” Andrea agreed to order his new play-pen. “NNNggghhh!” They both smiled down at Jake ignoring his protest. “That frilly nappy cover is so cute!” Andrea told his mother. “Thanks. My trial period in the new job is one month so it’s good to know he will be so well looked after for that time.”
Jake continued to whimper as he was helped into the pram but the women paid no attention. His mother left the netting up as she wheeled him home and Jake lay back on his frilly pillows suc-king hard on his soother and clutching his dolly tightly as each passing neighbour was told how he’d been so good on his first day in the creche.
His new play-pen arrived a few days later. The side bars came up to his chest and Andrea explained the baby proof catch on the gate that he would be unable to open with his hands disabled in his mittens. She happily showed him the rattles and balls built into the side bars – each making a different sound. The real babies were amused that Jake was now totally confined to his play-pen.
Andrea continued to give him a lot of attention – probably feeling sympathy for him, cooped up in the play-pen while the real babies could waddle around and play together. She kept him occupied playing with his rattles and blocks and dolls. She had such a gorgeous smile he felt so good when he did something to please her and saw those pearly whites sparkle. She particularly loved it when he crawled across his pen and showed off his frilly bottom – so he tended to do that a lot.
Of course he had a crush on her but his poor little member was defeated every time it showed – especially when she was changing his nappy, cleaning his nether regions with baby wipes, spreading the baby powder over his bottom. She had to move his member and testicles around to thoroughly clean him. By the end he was a writhing mess of frustration with his member tightly restricted and forced into the bent-downwards position to make arousal impossible.
At home he became increasingly frustrated at being kept like a baby. He decided on a policy of non-cooperation. He fidgeted when they were spoon-feeding him so that sometimes food spilled onto his bib. They always wanted to feed him too fast and he frequently put up his hands to stop the spoon which often caused further spillage.
Then he had the idea of saving up a poo until his mother and sister’s favourite soap came on at 8pm. They would be so annoyed at miss the start because of having to change his soiled nappy. He thought these subtle protests would make it unpleasant enough for them to decide it was not worth it keeping him like this.
One evening his mother brought him home from the creche and Diane called them into the kitchen/dining room. There was a large high-chair beside the dining table. They lifted Jake into it quickly and his mother pulled straps over his arms and snapped them together over his chest. Diane pulled on the ends to ensure he was securely strapped in. “NNnggggh!” Then they held his wrists down on the arms of the high-chair and pulled straps over them that secured them out of the way for his feeding. “Now there’ll be no more interference!” his mother told him.
Jake kicked his pink legs in protest and struggled as much as he could but the straps allowed him only an inch or two of movement. Diane pulled his soother out and pushed the teat of his baby bottle in firmly and there was nothing he could do but suc-k on it until she allowed him a breath or two.
When his bottle was finished his mother calmly spoon-fed him his dinner of pureed potatoes and beans and there was no messing. He then had to sit in his new high chair while they had their roast chicken dinner. It was only then that he realized he was wet. He suc-ked hard on his soother at the further confirmation that he was losing control.
“Nnngggh!” He pointed to his nappy. “We’ll change you after we’ve had our dinner dear”, his mother told him. Diane gave him a rattle to keep him amused and it was all he had to play with while he squirmed in his wet nappy in the high-chair until they had finished the washing and drying up.
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maybe they can get a large size playpen for home as well now they got a larger highchair and big crib.
His lack or co operation is going to come back to bite him, me thinks he will do a poo poo when he least wants too. GREAT STORY
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I can see Andrea being his saviour.
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Yeah he should have a nice new big safe playpen at for him to play with his age appropriate built-in rattles or maybe some baby rattles to go on his stroller so he can have something to do all over town visiting shops and parks potentially so they can show off his cute rattle shaking skills more readily than in just a playpen at home :) Really love your new playpen description here in this post DaraJaney :)
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Truly excellent story. The slow sissyfied regression and growing acceptance of that condition is masterful. Thank you.
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When they were finished their dinner Jake’s mother let him out of his new high-chair and led him to the utility room. A table had been set up there to be a nappy changing station. A selection of creams and powders stood ready for use and he saw a pile of nappies folded on the shelf.
His mother helped him up onto the changing table and proceeded to remove his booties, nappy cover and tights. Then she peeled off his plastic pants and unpinned his soggy nappy. Jake lay back and held up his petticoats to facilitate this in what was now a well-worked routine.
“HHnngg?” When she started wrapping the nappy around him he realized that something was different. It was a much thicker nappy. “We’re starting a new bedtime routine from this evening”, his mother told him as she pinned the nappy in place. “From now on it will be 7pm and we won’t be changing your nappy until morning so you need this thicker nappy.” “NNngggghh!” She pulled the plastic pants over his nappy. His legs were pressed further apart by the thicker nappy.
She removed his bonnet and baby dress. “And we have another surprise for you.” He looked up with interest, still suc-king unhappily on his soother following the news of his early bedtime. “A present from Andrea!” His spirits raised a little, thinking of his lovely young minder from the creche.
His mother held up a large pink onesie. “She had this when she was a teenager and thought it might be appropriate for you to sleep in now.” Jake sighed heavily. He’d been hoping for a more pleasant surprise. His mother made him step into the legs of the onesie. His feet slipped comfortably into the enclosed feet. His mother pushed his arms in and buttoned it up the back. “Perfect fit!” Jake looked in the mirror and wasn’t so pleased. The thick nappy made his legs bow and the bulge of the thick nappy was obvious under the snug onesie.
He was then struck by Andrea’s smell from the garment. She had a lovely scent and Jake was now entirely enclosed in it! His member started to stir but quickly met its match in the chastity device. His mother opened the door for him to head for bed. He grumpily thought that there was no way he was staying in bed this early. 7pm bedtime was ridiculous. It would mean at least 12 hours in bed! There was no way he was accepting that.
He had to waddle even more obviously in the thick nappy. When Diane saw him struggling to walk properly she sniggered. She opened the door for him and he frowned wondering why she was being so helpful. When he walked into the room, he saw the large cot that replaced the bed he’d been sleeping in. “NNngghhh!”
His mother and Diane quickly helped him along and up into the cot. His mother raised the side bars and they clicked into place. “NNNGGHHH!” “So we will see you in the morning. You can see that there are some rattles, blocks and dollies for you to play with if you are not so tired.”
Diane pulled the curtains. It was still bright outside. He could hear children out on the road playing. There was a mobile hanging over the bed. His mother turned it on. It played a tinkly nursery rhyme for about ten seconds and then repeated it. “There is a timer on this Diane. How long should we let it run do you think?” “Oh about two hours?” The annoying short snatch of nursery rhyme was repeated every ten seconds.
“NNNGGGHHH!” Jake shook the bars of his cot as they went for the door. He scrambled to his feet. The side bars came up to his chest. He put a fleecy foot against the bars to try to climb out but they slid helplessly down. They closed the door. He desperately looked for the catch to free the side bars. It was far too small for him to move with his hands in mittens. He pawed at it desperately but it was no use. He tugged at the mittens but knew well by now that they wouldn’t budge.
He flopped down on the cot, his pink fleecy legs spread apart by the thick nappy. He was clearly confined to his new cot until morning. He suc-ked hard on his soother and sniffled. It wasn’t fair. He took his favourite dolly and hugged her tight. He noticed that there was a baby bottle of water in the corner of his cot.
He looked up at the annoying mobile, still repeating its irritating tune every ten seconds. It was within reach. He stood up and saw that the on/off button was recessed. Again he pawed at it hopefully, despite knowing that he was going to be unable to move it.
He flopped down on his thickly nappied bottom again and hugged his dolly tighter. He then realized that he was going to soil his nappy within hours. He’d got into the routine of pooing around 8pm to annoy his mother and make her miss the start of her favourite soap. This was presumably why he now found himself confined to a cot for the night.
He could hear them laughing from the TV room. He could put if off for a while but he was going to have to poo before too long and would then be stuck in the soiled nappy for the night.
He lay back. Andrea’s smell overpowered him again. He was completely swathed in her scent. His member tried to respond to his thoughts about Andrea but the hard down-curved tube again prevented him from getting any arousal or satisfaction. He squirmed in his footed onesie and tried to reach the buttons at the back but it was pointless. He was destined to spend the night with the constant reminder of her smell until it would at some point be replaced by the smell of his soiled nappy. He suc-ked very hard on his soother and hugged his dolly very tightly.
It was going to be a long night. He unenthusiastically picked up a rattle between his mittens and shook it. He looked at the blocks to see if they had letters he could make into words but they just had cuddly animals on each side. Still, each one made a different noise when he shook or squeezed it so he started playing with them.
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Love his new and his playing with rattles and blocks in it waiting for fall asleep and somehow stay clean until morning :)
Kind of hope at daycare his crush will teach him to act like crawling infants with more nonlettered blocks in his playpen there because are for those are for kids who will learn how to speak and eventually read and write. He should be taught to babble nonsene at the world through his pacifier or cry light a wordless infant for diaper changes and bottles. He should be taught to communicate like a babbles, giggles, smiles, frowns, and crying and only those. He should be taught to crawl. He should be taught to play like an infant would with his toys, grabbing some shaking or squeezing them, hugging them even, giggling like a happy baby every time a sound his made, even dropping his pacifier and then putting his toys and putting them in his mouth and giggle at the infatile feelings in his mouth like a playing baby wood, then put his pacifier back, then toss the somewhere in his playpen after a few and grab another baby toy from his playpen and go back to the list. He should be taught baby games like peek a boy with delighted happy baby sounds and faces, copied from his crawling playmates at the daycare. Perhaps even a drooling rule a set of matching dribble bibs too?
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Jake put it off as long as he could but he had got himself into the routine of an evening poo. He squirmed in his pink fleecy onesie as he soiled his nappy. He tried to get comfortable in the thicker nappy which was forcing his legs wide. It seemed that the only way he could get comfortable was on his tummy with his bum in the air. But that put his mess above him and he could feel it seep downwards in his nappy.
He hugged his dolly tightly and suc-ked determinedly on his soother as he contemplated a whole night in this smelly mess. But the door opened and his mother peered in. He thought he could see her nose twitch. “Are you awake dear?” “Mmmpfff.” She came in.
“Since it is the first night of your longer bed-time and thicker nappy I’ll change you. But this won’t happen again.” Jake nodded gratefully. She lowered the side bars and let him out. It was a relief when his thicker nappy was removed. He was able to bring his legs together and it felt so good. But it was short lived. After being wiped and powdered his legs were prised apart again and another thick nappy pinned on.
He waddled back to his cot and climbed in. His mother locked the side bars in place. “OK?” He was so grateful not to be spending the night in his smelly mess that he smiled as he nodded. “That’s a good baby!” He wanted to frown at that but held his smile as she left the room.
He lay down. He wasn’t a baby! He suc-ked hard on his soother and clutched his dolly grumpily. He tried to get settled on his tummy again with his legs splayed wide by his thick nappy.
It was obvious that his tactics of trying to be awkward for his mother and sister had backfired. He now had a high-chair that he could be strapped into to ensure easy feeding. He also had a cot that successfully confined him for his longer bedtime in a thicker nappy. Maybe it would be better if he was more cooperative.
The next morning he had his usual morning poo and was relieved after changing to be put in a regular nappy. He didn’t grumble as his sister dressed him in his lavender baby dress, white tights, frilly nappy cover and bonnet. He tried not to cringe as she stood him in front of the mirror and fluffed out his short petticoats and tugged at the lace on his nappy cover so it was all neat.
He climbed into the highchair and cooperated with the straps over his chest. “Do we need these?” Diane asked, pointing to the wrist straps. He shook his head and she smiled. His mother handed him a bottle. “Would you like to feed yourself?” He took the bottle between his mittens and nodded his head. He quickly spat out his soother and suc-ked on the teat. They smiled as he kicked his white legs seemingly happily.
The whole atmosphere changed as they were clearly pleased with his acting properly like a baby. He tried not to look glum as he climbed into his pram for the trip to the creche. His mummy was pleased and left the netting off and the hood back a bit so he was fully visible to anyone they met. She pulled his bonnet forward a little to shade him from the sun.
He tried to hold his smile and suc-k cutely on his soother and hug his dolly close as neighbours admired him. “Oh he’s so cute!” “You do love your dolly, don’t you?” Jake cringed inwardly but nodded and continued smiling.
At the creche Andrea was as delighted as ever to see him. “Oh did you like your onesie?” Jake’s member immediately tried to respond to the memory of being encased by her lovely perfume all night but as ever he just felt a dull frustration. He nodded and smiled.
Andrea led him to his play-pen and kept him amused for a while with his rattles and blocks. Most other mothers came over to him as they dropped off their little ones. “He seems to have settled in nicely”, one commented with an element of surprise. “Yes, isn’t he adorable”, Andrea gushed. Jake shook his rattle and the lady giggled.
It was mortifying but things seemed to go better if he smiled and acted like he was content. But of course he wasn’t at all. Still, Andrea was lovely and played with him much of the day. He didn’t know that his mother was watching occasionally via the creche-cam and saw how he regularly crawled across the play-pen wiggling his frilly bottom to Andrea’s obvious delight.
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I'm just catching up, and it's another Dara Janey classic!
Thank you for gifting us with your writing.
I did the marathon read. After I read through the cafe maid part I had to change into a fresh diaper, at the same time in your story when Jake was put into nappies.
I'm looking forward to your next story.
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Jake noticed that his mother was continuing to make clothes at home in her spare time. In fact, it looked like she was making another baby-style dress. He tried not to think about having to model another humiliating baby dress in front of an audience. He was trying to be good.
Whatever she was making was going to be mostly pastel yellow gingham. She added pastel pink trimmings – lace hems and little bows. He watched from his play-pen as she started on a matching bonnet. To this she added a large pink bow at the back with long ribbons trailing down. Then she started on the nappy cover. He cringed as row after row of pink lace was stitched onto the yellow gingham. But she left a round gap in the frills at the back. Eventually she sewed a pink heart into the centre of that gap. The matching mitten covers were the last part. Then she produced a massive petticoat – it must have had five layers and stitched this to the dress where it flared at breast level.
He tried not to look too terrified when it came to trying it on. When she buttoned him into the dress he couldn’t put his arms down but had to rest them on the voluminous petticoats. She placed the bonnet on his head and tied it under his chin. As she pulled the ribbons the brim of the bonnet closed in and he was left with his view of the world framed in pink lace.
He couldn’t see what she had pulled onto him below the petticoats but he was now wearing pink tights and his new yellow gingham nappy cover with the lines of pink lace and pink heart on his bottom. Then she tied on the matching covers for his mittens.
He waddled over to the mirror to see the damage. He looked like somebody in a tomato or plum costume the way his arms rested on top of the layers of petticoats. He could now see the pink lace on the lower half of his nappy cover and his pink tights. He suc-ked hard on his soother.
He tried to twist so that he could see how bad was the pink bow on his tush. But the wide brim of his bonnet with its pink lace trim prevented him from being able to see it no matter how he contorted himself. His mother and Diane were standing behind him though and he could see in the mirror they were looking below the back of his baby dress and giggling.
“Isn’t it just gorgeous?” He tried to smile but it couldn’t have been more than a winsome grimace. He wondered when he was going to have to model this for a party of mothers.
His mother led him to the play-pen still in the new dress though. They had acquired a bigger high-sided play-pen for home now too which was just as well because his petticoats would have filled the previous one.
Jake sat down in the centre and looked up helplessly as the others went about their business. He realized that there was no modelling session planned. This dress was made and designed for him and him alone! He suc-ked hard on his soother at this realization.
He wanted his dolly. He looked around and saw his favourite lying on the floor of his pen. But his arms didn’t reach the end of his petticoats. He leaned towards the dolly as much as he could in his seated position but the petticoats were too vast.
He had no choice but to get onto his knees and crawl over to his dolly. As he did this he heard tittering behind him. He tried to look behind but still the wide brim of his bonnet prevented him. No doubt they were giggling at the pink heart on his bottom which must now have been presented nicely amidst the layers of petticoats as he crawled.
He picked up his dolly and quickly turned to sit down. He ended up in a tangle of petticoats which took some organizing much to the amusement of his mother and sister. He wanted to distract himself with his toys but now his best rattle was on the other side of the pen. Once again he had to crawl because of his vast petticoats. He wished he could see just how bad the pink heart on his bottom looked but then again maybe it was better that he couldn’t see.
On his next day at the creche he was dressed in his new yellow baby dress. He tried to be brave about it – complaining or grumpy behaviour only ended up making things worse for himself. They seemed to have arrived at the peak drop off time and there were lots of mothers there to see his arrival.
Heads turned and mothers elbowed each other to not-so-discretely ensure that others saw the display. Jake ended up facing a dozen or so mothers – framed in the pink lace of his bonnet – all gazing disbelievingly at his outfit. “Give us a twirl” his mother insisted and started him off by pushing his shoulders around.
When Jake turned his back on the mothers there was a gasp first of all, followed by tittering and “oh isn’t that pretty!” Jake cringed. He wished he could see how it actually looked.
Andrea beamed as he waddled into his play-pen. He sat in the middle of petticoats not wanting to move while there were still so many adults around because of the inevitable flashing of his frilly pink bottom.
“Why don’t you pick up the block with the sheep on it?” Andrea prompted him. He cringed inwardly but couldn’t resist her smile. He turned to crawl over to the block and heard the gasps and giggles all over again.
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whee :) He has a best rattle :)
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Dara Janey,
That was a great chapter.
Are there more outfits like the yellow one in his future? I think so. What cute things will be embroidered on the seat of the nappy covers?
Will Jake's night time super thick nappy be the one he will be put in all the time so he can barely waddle?
Will he be put in baby reins (with little bells) so on outings he can be taken out of his pram for the amusement of onlookers?
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Mother has him just where she wants him. This dress must be a mass of petticoats and the brim on the bonnet bigger than normal for him not to see the back side of the baby pants.
I agree it is about time he is put into thicker diapers in the day so he has to waddle or unable to even walk.
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This continues to be the best. It is as simple as that.
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After a month on trial in her job, Jake’s mother was to find out if she was going to be kept on. She arrived to collect Jake from the creche. “Great news”, she told Andrea. “I’ve been made permanent!” “That’s wonderful!” Andrea congratulated her. Jake suc-ked hard on his soother as he looked up from his play-pen wondering what this meant for him.
“So can I pay you the next month’s fee?” his mother asked Andrea. “Sure, just come into the office.” Jake scrambled to his feet and clutched the high side bars of his play-pen wanting to protest. “Nnngggghhh!” But they had disappeared into the office. He tried the catch on the side bars again but couldn’t budge it with his hands in the mittens.
“NNNGGGHHH!” He shook the bars in frustration. He was so used to suc-king on his soother and not talking that it didn’t occur to him to spit it out and shout. He could hear Andrea from the office. “That payment has gone through so that is all sorted!” Jake’s shoulders sagged. Another month at the creche in nappies – at least.
They came back and smiled at his lavender baby dress and their eyes inevitably dropped to his bulging nappy under his frilly nappy cover. It made Jake realise that he was wetting his nappy. He suc-ked harder on his soother and sniffled.
“Some of the parents were concerned at first” Andrea recalled “but as long as he is confined to his special play-pen, his hands are disabled in the mittens and his boy’s parts are suitably neutralized then you can leave him here as long as you like! He’s pretty much harmless and helpless.” “That’s all fine then” his mother confirmed. “And of course we all love his pretty baby dresses”, Andrea added smiling down at him. His mother enjoyed the compliment.
Then Andrea noticed “oh has Baby Jake got a wet nappy?” Jake sniffled and studied the floor in front of her. “Oh well there is no doubt about who needs to wear nappies is there?” “It’s all right I can change him when we get home”, his mother assured her.
So Jake was pushed home in his pram in a wet nappy, suc-king hard on his soother, holding his dolly tightly and contemplating another month in nappies and baby dresses. He had tried resisting it and that only made it worse. He had tried being good and cooperative but that just made it look like he was content with it. At the end of the day, there was little he could do to resist so compliance seemed to be the only sensible option.
About a week later when he arrived home from the creche, his mother knelt before him. “You’ve been so good, we have a special surprise for you.” He was intrigued. Had being a good baby finally paid off? She led him to the corridor. Diane was poised outside his bedroom. She reached for the door handle and pushed it open.
Jake’s heart pounded. He was getting to go back to his own bedroom! He waddled eagerly down the corridor and in the door. He stopped dead. His bedroom had been converted to a nursery! “Nnnggghhh!” His play-pen was in the middle of the room. His cot was in the corner. His high-chair was there too. But worst of all the room had been redecorated. It had been covered in wallpaper with cuddly animals and colourful flowers. The curtains were pink with white fluffy sheep.
Gone were his sports and music posters. The shelves now contained dolls and cuddly toys instead of his books and games. His desk and computer were gone and a changing table stood in their place!
“NNNGGGGHHH!” His mother and Diane had followed him in and closed the door behind. He turned and went for the door. The door handle was round and he could get nowhere with his hands in mittens.
They took him by the arms. “Look what we have here!” They took him towards the window. He looked curiously at some straps coming down from the beam in the ceiling over the bay window. There was a square of material dangling from the ends of two of the straps. They positioned him in the middle and brought the material through his legs and attached it to the straps in front of him.
His mother worked a control on the wall and the straps pulled up until he was held with the tippy toes of his booties touching the ground. The straps were elasticated so he bounced there gently. “nnnggghh!” She pressed another button. He was pulled upwards and then let drop. He bounced up and down on the elastic. Diane giggled. He was pulled up again after a couple of seconds and bounced again.
They stood back smiling as he looked incredulously at the apparatus. “Let’s pull these back so you can see out”, his mother said, tugging on the cord of the net curtains. Jake looked out and saw children playing on the road. “NNNggghh!” It was only a matter of time before they saw him being bounced in the window.
His mother and Diane moved behind him. He continued to be bounced every couple of seconds – his petticoats fluttering prettily as he descended each time. “Enjoy!” Diane said as they left the room. “Nnnggghhh!” He tried to give them a pleading look but the wide brim of his bonnet prevented him.
“Hey look!” He looked out the window as the children rushed over to the garden. He tried to find someway out of his baby bouncer but the clips were all impossible for him to open with his hands in mittens. He was stuck there being bounced every few seconds in full view.
The children reached the window. “Ha ha! Jake has got his own baby bouncer!” “Hey look. His room is now a baby nursery!” They weren’t sure where to look first – at Jake in his lavender baby dress, petticoats and lace-trim on his bonnet fluttering as he was bounced or at the large sized play-pen, cot or high-chair. Meanwhile Jake flooded his nappy again.
The significance of his room being redecorated wasn’t lost on them. “He’s obviously going to be a baby for a long time!” “Look at his frilly dresses on the rail there!” Jake didn’t like the strain that the bouncing put on his nappy area. Was the bouncing and squishing in his nappy going to cause it to leak onto his white tights? Well there was no way he could see below his petticoats. He waited anxiously to see if the children would spot any damp patches. As if this wasn’t humiliating enough as it was. How long were they going to keep him bouncing there?
The control on the wall was well out of reach. There was nothing he could do but suc-k on his soother and look out at his growing audience.
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This is going from the bizarre to the ridiculous. Too predictable. Why can’t something different happen in favour of Jake for once.
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I agree with nappy1, think Jake has been push to limits. Me thinks his sister should get some of the treatment, and mother loosing custody of Jake so he can be re condition to be a teen
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Well that's the point in these types of stories. Plus we have already went this far. Let's keep going and see how far it goes :P
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Yay baby bouncer for a very special baby :)
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Dara Janey,
Thank you for the last chapter.
I imagined myself in Jake's place, and I'm glad I'm wearing a diaper :-[.
I'll bet that after that bouncer section, Jake might very well have pee sloshing in his plastic pants.
Will Jake be the model in a demonstration video by the builder of this wonderful bouncer? If so, I vote for the yellow gingham outfit.
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The control on the wall was well out of reach. There was nothing he could do but suc-k on his soother and look out at his growing audience.
Haha, wow. That's a very clever way to put the dresses on display! I'm sure that's all Mom is really trying to do, not humiliate her poor little model. :P Love to see the room finally changed over for the baby girl. What a nice room for a sissy little baby to feel safe and sound and protected from those mean boys outside.
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Lovely, well-written story. Sad not to see a recent update - hopefully not the consequence of a negative comment or two from those who contribute little instead of appreciating the time, energy and creative talent necessary to put pen to paper. I do hope you will continue!
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Jake continued to be bounced in front of the window, his audience cheering every time his petticoats fluttered up on his descent. His wet nappy was cooling rapidly and felt particularly uncomfortable being repeatedly squished as he was propelled up and down.
“Hey look!” The kids stopped their jeering for a moment. “Is that a damp patch on his tights?!” Jake cringed. They all strained to see. “Yes! He’s wet his nappy and it’s leaking onto his tights!” They all roared laughing. Jake continued to be bounced up and down as the damp patch on his tights spread slowly.
“We’d better tell his mummy!” A few of the girls ran around to the front door and Jake heard the bell ring. Perhaps an end to his public display was in sight.
His mother and Diane came in. “Dear oh dear!” His mother came around in front of him and held up his petticoats to confirm what she had been told. Mercifully she finally pressed the stop button and Jake was left dangling, his booties just about touching the floor.
She let him out of the bouncer and led him to the changing table. “Oh can we change his nappy?!” “Nnngghhh!” “Of course you can. Thank you for letting me know he was leaking. You can be the first to change him on his new changing table!”
Jake was helped up by the excited girls who carefully removed his frilly nappy cover – now damp at the edge – and then his stained tights. Jake realized that the net curtains were still open and lots of faces were gathered at the window to watch him having his nappy changed. “Nnngggghh!” The girls were too excited to pay any attention to his concern and started to peel his plastic pants off.
He could only lie back and look at the ceiling as they removed his nappy. The girls giggled and toyed with his chastity device for a little while before setting about wiping him clean. When he had to turn over for them to wipe his bottom he was forced to face the children gathered looking in the window at him. He suc-ked hard on his soother as he looked out through the lace trim of his bonnet. They roared laughing as the girls powdered his exposed bottom. Jake buried his face in the shiny covering on his changing table – for once grateful for the wide brim on his bonnet.
“I think Baby Jake needs to wear these thicker nappies all the time now”, his mother announced. Jake looked up “nnnggghh!” But he was turned over and legs prised wider apart and he was pinned into the thicker nappy that he had only worn at night so far.
A fresh pair of white tights just about stretched over his thicker nappy. His mother held up a clean frilly nappy cover. “Oh dear, I don’t think this will go over that nappy.” The girls tittered. “What about his bloomers from the Lolita outfits?” Diane suggested helpfully. “Good idea!” his mother agreed and went off to find a pair.
She returned holding up a pair of white bloomers with pink lace around the leg openings and across the bottom. Jake cringed. Some of the girls clapped their approval excitedly. The bloomers were pulled up over Jake’s thick nappy and he was finally able to climb down off the changing table and lower his petticoats.
Not that they did much to hide the huge bulge of his nappy as he stood bow legged in front of the giggling children. He hoped that they would go now but his mother urged him to go over to his play-pen. He cringed knowing how he was going to have to waddle mortifyingly but he couldn’t just stand there indefinitely with them all looking on.
He moved his right leg forward and them his left. The laughter increased as they watched his difficulty in even waddling. He tried to hurry into the play-pen but he fell forward and had to crawl the last few yards which only increased the merriment as the frilly lace on his bottom fluttered in full view.
By the time he had turned over on his bottom and settled his petticoats, one of the girls had fastened the catch on the side bars. He felt like he was floating a few inches above the floor as he sat on his thick nappy with his legs splayed wide apart.
Diane was quick to push a dolly and rattle onto him to complete the picture as he suc-ked hard on his soother and looked up sheepishly at the row of faces looking down on him. “Hey we can’t see!” came a protest from those at the window. The girls helpfully stood back so Jake could be seen.
They were obviously waiting for him to perform or something. He supposed that the sooner he did, the sooner they would go away. So he shook his rattle and hugged his dolly tightly and they all either gave an amused sigh or giggled.
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Thanks if he's in his night nappies all the time during the day then what thicker more absorband leakage protection will be summoned by his mother for nights? Hopefully he will be told crawl all the time by his mother as he's fallen in front of her at least once now :) Reins are for toddlers who obviously toddle well and he should gently and irresistibly made to crawl all the time since he's not a big girl with clever hands who can use toddler toys well :) And rumor has it DaraJaney you live on the moon and are it's undisputed regent and wield all the powers the moon brings to the world in addition to your writing gig :) Care to comment?
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And rumor has it DaraJaney you live on the moon and are it's undisputed regent and wield all the powers the moon brings to the world in addition to your writing gig :) Care to comment?
How did you find out? :)
One morning after Jake’s nappy change and feed his mother told him that there was no need for him to squeeze into his pram to go to the creche. He looked up hopefully, suc-king rhythmically on his soother as was his constant habit now.
She held up a set of pink leather reins. They tinkled as she moved them. Jake cringed but he didn’t bother resisting as she pulled the harness over his arms and buckled it snugly. She tugged on the reins to satisfy herself that he was suitably strapped.
“We’d better go now though. It might take a little longer.” She nudged him towards the door and he waddled awkwardly in his new thicker nappy. As he passed the hall mirror he was reminded that everyone could see below his short lavender dress that he was wearing a nappy under his bulging Lolita bloomers. His mother swung his changing bag over her shoulder having slipped his large baby bottle into the front pocket.
The constant tinkling of his harness as he walked along only drew more attention. A lady who was walking briskly along the footpath in front of them on the main road looked over her shoulder and stopped dead when she saw the large child in the frilly lavender dress and matching bonnet waddling along suc-king on a soother and clutching a doll. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the bulging bloomers and then the changing bag on his mother’s shoulder. She watched slack-jawed as they passed. Jake kept his eyes firmly on the footpath ahead of him and suc-ked hard on his soother.
Andrea beamed as he walked into the creche on his tinkling harness. “Oh did little Jakey walk all the way here, well, waddle?” she tittered. Jake just continued suc-king on his soother as his mother unbuckled his harness – relieved that the annoying tinkling would end for now.
She knelt before him and fingered his long locks, now protruding from beneath his bonnet. “His hair is probably long enough now to make lovely curls!”, she commented. Jake glared at her. “What a wonderful idea!” his mother agreed. “I was thinking he needed a haircut but that’s a much better plan.”
Andrea thought about it. “I think my mother still has the old curling pins her mother used on her! They are definitely vintage now. I never let her use them on me!” she recalled.
Jake had no idea what curling pins were but he didn’t like the sound of it. Andrea gave them to his mother then next day. He looked dubiously at the bundle of pins and wires as his mother put them in her bag.
On Saturday he sat unhappily suc-king on his soother having had his hair coated in setting lotions and then painfully tugged and wrapped around the pins. It seemed like ages that he sat there with the pins heating and giving him a sinking feeling.
His mother was delighted with the mass of sausage curls that resulted. She sat his pink bonnet carefully on his curls tugging a few ringlets down his forehead and ensuring that others dangled over his shoulders.
Jake’s view of the world, already framed constantly with the lace of his bonnets now had the addition of a few ringlets dangling over his eyebrows. He could feel the heavy sausage curls on his neck and shoulders.
On Monday morning his mother freshened his ringlets with a curling tongs before bringing him to the creche for Andrea to see him. She was taking another kid’s coat off when she heard the tinkling from Jake’s harness. She turned with an expectant smile. “Oh how pretty!” She was clearly pleased with his new look. Jake was just wondering how long the annoying and embarrassing ringlets would last for.
His mother took the curling tongs from her bag. “Thank you so much for the loan of them.” Andrea held her hand up. “There’s no need to give them back. I’ve no use for them. You’ll need them to reset his ringlets every week. They’ll just get prettier and prettier as his hair grows longer.” His mother put them back in the bag and smiled. Jake suc-ked even harder on his soother.
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Nothing shows the passage of time quite as well as his hair being long enough to be put in curls! It's a shame he's not really able to skip along and feel them bounce due to his attire, but I suppose he's not losing the curls anytime soon!
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Dara Janey,
I'm catching up and really enjoy the last couple of chapters.
Putting Baby Jake in the super thick nappy and having him in tinkling reins so he has to waddle along is a great touch!
How kind of Andrea to gift mother the electric curling pins and tongs. Now Baby Jake has the weekly settings to look forward to, along with the daily refresh with the tongs, not to mention the ringlets growing in length as time passes.
Will Baby Jake now be waddling everywhere guided by someone holding his reins, or the pram still be used for faster transportation over longer distances, with a transfer to reins and waddling at the destination?
Which option do you think would show off the presence of the thick nappies more,
larger diaper covers which match each dress, or bloomers of a contrasting color?
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And rumor has it DaraJaney you live on the moon and are it's undisputed regent and wield all the powers the moon brings to the world in addition to your writing gig :) Care to comment?
How did you find out? :)
Text analysis of all your writings have strong similarities to astronauts writings who have visited there.
Nah I guessed :)
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Mrs McKean was a regular visitor to their house with her daughter. She may not have wanted to dress her little girl in frilly dresses but seemed to enjoy seeing Jake in his.
“Vicky is in hospital for a few days for checks”, she explained one day when she arrived alone. “She seems to have some tummy trouble.”
Jake played in his play-pen with his rattles and dolls while the women chatted. He looked up when his mother went “Oh dear. You seem to have a problem there.” Mrs McKean followed her eye-line and looked down at her front. There were damp patches on her blouse.
“Oh no! I completely forgot. Oh I hate that damn breast pump! I’ve left it at home. I can’t walk home like this.” Jake’s mother stood up. “Don’t worry I can get you a clean blouse.” “Thanks but this is going to continue. Sorry I’m just not used to brining it everywhere.”
“Well I think we have a solution for that”, his mother said opening the side gate in Jake’s play-pen. “Come along dear.” Jake didn’t initially make the connection. He rolled over and scrambled to his feet. His mother steered him towards Mrs McKean. She was unbuttoning her blouse. “Are you sure?” She looked dubiously at Jake who had stopped dead, realizing belatedly what was proposed. She looked pointedly at the front of his nappy.
“You know he’s neutralized and can’t get any arousal”, his mother reminded her. “Oh yes!” She was warming to the idea. “Come along now, it’s meal time!” She patted her lap. Jake’s member was already pressing against the limits of his chastity device with just the thought of it.
He resisted but his mother pushed him along. Mrs McKean pulled him onto her lap and removed her maternity bra. Jake couldn’t believe what was happening. Much as he would have loved to do something like this - not while he was locked into this chastity device which was now coming under what seemed like irresistible force. “Nnnggghh!”
Mrs McKeen pulled the soother out giving him a rare opportunity to speak. “Bu…mmmppphhh!” She pressed his mouth to her nipple which was already wet with breast milk. Jake automatically suc-ked at the patch of milk but more squirted into his mouth from her breast. He swallowed and it just felt natural to continue suc-king. “There we are!” Mrs McKean settled down.
Jake could feel his face burning with embarrassment. His boy’s parts pressed and pressed at the hard plastic but despite suc-king continuously on this woman’s breast he could feel no proper arousal. The sweet warm milk entered his mouth and he had no choice but to swallow.
“Oooh!” Mrs McKean was clearly deriving some pleasure from his suc-kling. His mother raised her eyebrows. Mrs McKean gave a guilty chuckle. “This is rather nice!” His mother smiled and turned away leaving her to enjoy her arousal.
It wasn’t fair. Here he was squirming with discomfort over his member being prevented from reacting as it should while she was oohing and aahing with pleasure!
Eventually Mrs McKean said “that’s probably enough dear” and Jake gratefully pulled away. He went to scramble off her lap as quickly as possible. “The other side silly!” she chastised him.
Jake cringed but allowed himself to be manoeuvered to the other breast and had to repeat the whole process and same sense of intense frustration there.
“Thank you so much”, Mrs McKean said to his mother as he continued to feed. She plucked at his bonnet to straighten it. She felt under his petticoats at the front of the nappy to make sure nothing untoward was happening – though she would hardly feel anything under the thick nappy, heavy tights and frilly nappy cover. Rubbing her hand there only made Jake squirm even more.
“Why don’t you continue feeding him while Vicky is in hospital”, his mother suggested. Jake would have babbled some protest but for his mouth full of nipple. “Oh thank you! I do hate that breast pump. And this is rather fun”, she giggled.
So Jake’s relief at finishing his mortifying breast feeding was short lived. “See you in a few hours for your next feed then”, she tittered. Jake’s member couldn’t settle with the immediate memory of his feeding from Mrs McKean’s breast, not to mention that it was going to happen again every few hours.
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The control on the wall was well out of reach. There was nothing he could do but suc-k
on his soother and look out at his growing audience.
Haha, wow. That's a very clever way to put the dresses on display! I'm sure that's all Mom is really trying to do, not humiliate her poor little model. :P Love to see the room finally changed over for the baby girl. What a nice room for a sissy little baby to feel safe and sound and protected from those mean boys outside.
I am sure little jake will love his new nappies and baby toys. In time he will get use to them. I think the humiliation of the girls seeing the sissy and his chastity is worse
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Dara Janey,
I really like this story. Jake will be breastfed for at least the next few days.
Mrs. McKean might have some friends (or some of the creche mothers who can nurse him right there) who are also nursing who are producing more milk than their babies can handle and also really dislike using a breast pump, so Jake may be switching to a breast milk diet. Jake's digestive system might not always agree with it and Jake might sometimes loudly expel gas from either end, to his further embarrassment and the amusement of everyone else.
Will either sister Diane and her friends or the lolita girls (or both at different times) babysit Jake and take him out to various places (park, shops, cafe, etc.) with him waddling on public display in the jingling reins? They can use the reins to secure Jake from waddling away if he has to be left for a few moments with someone else (such as old football playing former classmates) watching him?
Either/or Mother, Diane, Andrea, might think that makeup would go great with his hair but applying it every day was too much trouble so Jake would have permanent makeup tattooed on.
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Jake was strapped into his high chair beside the dining table as his mother and Diane had their dinner. Diane’s foot tapped impatiently, looking forward to seeing her brother breast-fed before being put in his cot for the night.
Jake looked enviously at their dinner of chicken burgers and chips in gravy. “NNngggghhhh!” he gurgled through his soother, pointing at Diane’s plate and kicking his pink legs in frustration. “No sweetie. Your dinner is coming later”, his mother told him and they both laughed.
Jake was changed into his pink fleecy sleeper when Mrs McKean came to feed him. He was mortified as Diane watched eagerly as he climbed up on her lap. He was starving and had no choice but to take the only sustenance available to him. He suc-ked eagerly at her breast, relieved that his belly was receiving some nourishment.
Diane was grinning from ear to ear, seeing her brother suc-kle enthusiastically. He was focusing on suc-king and didn’t realise that his hands, well strapped into his padded mittens as always, were pawing at the front of his nappy in frustration. Diane thought it was excellent that they could have her naughty brother suc-king on a woman’s breast without him being able to get any arousal.
When Jake was fed he climbed into his cot and his mother locked the side bars in place. She turned to Mrs McKean. “You have a key to get in for his night feed?” She held it up in confirmation and smiled at Jake who was looking sheepishly through the side bars. How was he going to sleep with this image of him suc-kling on her breast in his head now and no ability to do anything to satisfy it.
A couple of days later Jake was relieved to see Mrs McKean arrive with little Vicky in hand. Finally, an end to his humiliating breast feeding.
“So she’s much better now then”, his mother asked. Mrs McKean smiled. “It seems she has developed lactose-intolerance. Apparently this was normal in all human babies to wean them off breast milk and free the mother up for the next baby!”
“Gosh!” Jake’s mother sat down. Mrs McKean looked at Jake in his play-pen. “Ready for your next feed sweetie?” Jake cringed. He could see that she was full of milk. His mother opened the side of his pen and he waddled over to his feed – hopefully his last.
“Would you like a banana or something?” his mother asked Vicky who was giggling at Jake in his pink baby dress being breast fed. She nodded enthusiastically and his mother went off to get one.
Jake looked across enviously at Vicky savouring her banana as he suc-ked on her mother’s breast. “Why don’t you continue feeding Jake so?” his mother suggested. Jake tensed as he continued to suc-k.
Mrs McKean looked to Vicky. “What do you think Vicky? Should mummy continue breast feeding Baby Jake?” Jake prayed for a negative reaction but Vicky nodded her head and giggled. “That’s settled then.” A soft groan of protest emanated from Jake but he was too hungry to stop suc-kling.
The Lolita girls asked his mother if they could take Jake out with them for their Saturday afternoon get together. She was only too happy for them to. Jake stood in his yellow gingham baby dress, his arms resting on the enormous petticoats, trying to push them down so the pink lace heart on his thickly nappied bottom wasn’t so obvious.
They pushed him in the pram towards the bus stop. They saw no need to pull the hood of his pram up or use the lace netting to conceal him because they figured they were all done up in frilly dresses so he didn’t look so out of place in his poufy baby dress and bonnet.
But of course Jake was mortified on display in the bus, in the pram bay just behind the driver where everyone getting on and off could see him. He must have looked a picture lying back on his lace-trimmed pillows, clutching his dolly and a rattle, his lengthening ringlets now with little bows tied to each one.
They had tea in the maid café where the owner and Jake’s former maid-colleagues doted over him. They had been kindly provided with bottles of Mrs McKean’s breast milk to feed him during the day. “I’m sure it’s not the same as the real thing”, they giggled presenting him with the rubber teat of his large baby bottle. It was a relief for Jake for once not to have the frustration of suc-kling on a real woman’s breast while frustrated by his chastity device.
Then they were off to the park. Jake was allowed out of his pram and stretched his limbs appreciatively. But then he froze when he heard the all-too-familiar tinkling. He turned around to see his harness being held in front of him and he had no choice but allow himself to be strapped into it before being tugged waddling and tinkling to the busy duck pond.
Regulars were used to seeing the Lolita girls but this one in an obvious thick nappy under the very short baby dress raised eyebrows. One of the girls twiddled with the end of the pony-tails on her wig enviously. “His ringlets are so long now!” A few people stopped and stared. He? Those tight sausage curls are not a wig?!
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Dara Janey,
Your last chapter really checked a lot of boxes!
It looks like Baby Jake is on a breast milk only diet for now. I really liked it when newly weaned Vicky agreed that Baby Jake should be breast fed, to his further humiliation.
It was very kind of Mrs. McKean to use the breast pump she dislikes to provide Jake with Saturday lunch when she couldn't conveniently be there. Is there a Saturday public picnic in the future with Mrs. McKean and Vicky where Baby Jake gets to breast feed? If so I hope Jake can keep his hands from making an even more embarrassing display.
Will a highlight of lunch time at the creche be a visit by Mrs. McKean, who conveniently lives or works close by, to provide Jake with his noontime nourishment?
Maybe Jake will be the exception to the rule of babies becoming lactose intolerant, or just become a bit intolerant gradually, so he burps loudly after a time at the breasts or bottle, not to mention a similar loud sound (and maybe something else) coming out the other end.
It was great that Mother found the time to alter the heart embroidered diaper cover to fit over Jake's thicker nappies so it could be shown off at the park outing with the lolita girls. Maybe she also did that for the custom diaper covers for all of Jake's outfits.
So far the outing with the lolita girls seems to be going well. I think they will treat Jake kindly and gently.
Will Diane and her friends be so considerate of Jake? Would they take him to the mall and feed him his bottle at a table in the middle of the crowded food court and if Jake poops his nappies, then strap on the reins and lead him to their favorite changing station at the other end of the mall in a tinkling, smelly, waddle of shame?
I'll close this post now because it's time to change out of my own wet, sticky diaper.
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One day after his afternoon nap Jake was surprised to find himself being dressed in his prettiest yellow gingham baby dress and the pink frilly heart on his nappy cover. His mother took the curling tongs to his ringlets, which had only been permed the day before, and then placed his bonnet carefully on his head before giving him a playful tweak on his nose. Something was up.
She brought him out of his nursery. He waddled into the living room, arms resting on his enormous petticoats. “SURPRISE!” The room was full of neighbours, Lolita girls and Maid Café regulars. “It’s your first baby birthday!” his mother announced. There were pink balloons everywhere with a jaunty fat number 1 on them.
Jake thought about it. It must have been one year now since he was first put back in nappies - that first day he was made to model the baby dress. He would never have been so cooperative that day if he’d had any idea that he would still be in nappies a year later! And he needed to wear his nappies now.
He was rushed back into the nursery where more balloons and baby girl decorations had been hastily added. They lifted him into his high chair, lowered the tray in front of him and strapped him in. Jake looked sheepishly at the ring of people now surrounding him and he suc-ked hard on his soother and squirmed in his high chair.
The ring of people was broken as his mother came in bearing a birthday cake with one big candle. They started singing “Happy Baby-Birthday to you!” His mother placed the cake on the tray of his high chair. “Happy Birthday Baby Jake!” they continued to sing.
“Blow the candle out!” someone shouted. “Wait!” His mother insisted. “Photos first.” She fetched a large rattle and placed it on Jake’s mitten in one hand and then tucked his largest dolly under his other arm. She tugged at his bonnet to get it straight and fluffed out his petticoats. She pulled his tights up to smooth out any winkles and straightened the lace around his knitted booties.
Then she stood beside Jake in his high chair to pose for the photos. Lots of cameras were pointed at him flashing. He noticed many of them kneeling to get a low angle, no doubt so show up his bulging thick nappy under the frilly nappy cover. At least his frilly pink heart was under his bum!
“OK now you can blow out the candle” his mother told him, popping out his soother and letting it dangle on its strap. He could see most people switching their cameras to video mode. He blew the candle out to cheers.
They started cutting the cake. Jake’s eyes bulged at the mass of cream and chocolate. A slice was placed before him. Then Mrs McKean appeared. He could see that she was bulging with milk. “I think Baby Jake needs a proper feed before he ruins his appetite.” There was generally agreement and Jake was freed from the high chair, looking longingly at the slice of cake which was being taken away.
Mrs McKean sat and Jake was pushed towards her already bursting within his chastity. Everyone looked on eagerly as Jake climbed onto her lap and starting suc-kling from her breast. A few people who didn’t know about this already gasped. “He’s being breast-fed?!” His mother smiled. “Yes, regular feeds – she even comes in during the night to feed him, isn’t that right Vicky?” Mrs McKean’s little daughter giggled in agreement as she took her slice of birthday cake.
“But … how can she let a teenage boy suc-k on her breast? You know …” Mrs McKean gave a devilish smile. There was little doubt she got a kick from this. “Oh he can’t feel any arousal. His little boy’s thing is tightly contained.” Jake squirmed as he continued to suc-kle. He knew by now that this couldn’t be rushed. He was just going to have to suc-kle from both breasts until she was happy he’d had enough.
Strapped back into his high chair, everyone wanted a photo or video with Baby Jake. He was required to shake his rattle or suc-k on his soother for the videos while the plate with his slice of cake sat on his tray.
Eventually it was agreed that Vicky should spoon-feed him his cake. Someone fetched a box for her to stand on so she could reach Jake’s mouth. She was about to feed him and his mouth was open to receive when photographers shouted ‘hold it there for a moment’. Jake looked longingly at the slice of chocolate held up before his open mouth for a few seconds before Vicky was given the all clear and pushed the spoon in.
The taste of the chocolate was so gorgeous he wanted to savour it. But Vicky had excitedly held up another spoonful already. He tried to receive the spoonful even though he hadn’t swallowed the last load and it all went wrong. Vicky missed the target slightly and chocolate smeared around his lips. At the same time some chocolate from his mouth spilled out and dribbled down his chin.
His mother rushed forward with tissues. “Mind your pretty dress!” She saved the day capturing the chocolate in the tissues but lots was still smeared around his face. “Could somebody get the face wipes please?” Those who had their cameras on video for his feeding were delighted with the turn of events - Baby Jake comically getting chocolate smeared on his face! Lots more photos were taken before the wipes arrived and his mother was able to clean him up. “There we are - all clean again. No more chocolate for you though”, she ordered as she checked that his best baby dress had escaped unscathed.
Jake frowned as the remainder of his slice of cake was taken away. His mother pushed his soother back in. “Nnnnggghhh!” He kicked his legs in their white tights frustratedly but everyone just laughed at his little tantrum.
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Dara Janey,
Thank you for that lovely chapter.
What a baby birthday surprise (and cake disappointment) for Jake!
Now the whole neighborhood, along with the lolita girls and maid cafe crew have seen ALL of Jake's embarassing situations and got to take lots of photographs and videos to remember and share on social media.
I think that having Vicky as the one to spoon feed the cake and smear it on Jake's face was the move of a master writer.
After Jake was finally let off his high chair, then everyone could enjoy a good view of the embroidered heart on his rear end while he waddled around his his thick, very wet nappy.
Was the last part of the party having the guests retire to the yard to watch through the window while Jake was in the bouncer? Did they get to be even further amused by Jake overflowing his nappy and his tights getting wet spots?
I'm glad I changed into a fresh diaper before reading the chapter. So far it has contained the wetness and stickiness.
I'm looking forward to your next chapters, and of course your future stories.
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Jake was transferred to his play-pen and guests at his baby-birthday party started queueing up with presents for him. Naturally all of the presents were wrapped in pink or nursery patterned paper. Jake was unable to unwrap them himself of course but Diane was only too eager to help. She even handed some to little Vicky to unwrap since she was more capable with her hands than Jake.
Not surprisingly they were all dolls and baby toys. Jake was expected to show his appreciation to the giver by hugging the dollies and duly trying out the rattles, toys with bells in them or that squeaked when pressed.
Occasionally one of the toys would be misjudged and too difficult for him to handle with his hands in mittens. Once he had fumbled vainly with it his mother or Diane would conclude that it was too difficult for him (“oh yes, it says from 2 years old”) and pass it on to Vicky.
Lots of his guests wanted photos presenting his gift to him for which he was usually required to stand up so that his thick nappy and frilly nappy cover could be seen in the shot. Some of them took videos in which they could be seen patting his thickly nappied and very frilly bottom and he would dutifully hug his new dolly or shake his new rattle.
His mother came over when he had finally opened all the presents. “Is your nappy wet sweetie?” He was surprised at the question since his thicker nappy could take several wettings and he wasn’t sure how many times he had wet this one since the morning. He didn’t always notice anymore. He thought it was best to nod.
A couple of people who obviously hadn’t realized his full predicament put their hands to their mouths. “You mean he has to use his nappies?!” His mother chuckled. “Of course he does. He needs to use his nappies, don’t you sweetie?” Jake cringed but had to nod his agreement.
“Hop up!” his mother ordered, patting the changing table. Jake winced at the idea of having his nappy changed in front of all the guests at the party but had no choice but to obey. Those who hadn’t realized that he needed to use his nappies crowded in closest to observe his changing. A couple of them asked to examine his chastity device more closely. Jake didn’t know where to look as they jiggled the device and giggled at the way his little member was pressing hard at the sides.
As the crowd was dwindling, Mrs Palmer who owned the Maid Café came over to have her photo taken with him, now back in his high-chair. “What a fun party!” she commented to his mother, looking around the prettily decorated nursery. “Thank you.”
“Next year would you like to have his baby-birthday party in the Maid Café?” “HHHNngggg?” Jake questioned through his soother. She was just assuming that he was still going to be in nappies and baby dresses for another whole year! Jake looked around his completely and elaborately redecorated room, his extensive collection of frilly baby dresses, the complete absence of anything he had when he was a normal boy and realized that it was not an outrageous assumption.
“That would be wonderful, wouldn’t it?” his mother answered, seeking endorsement from Jake. He was stunned. He’d even stopped suc-king on his soother for a moment. He slumped in his high-chair at the prospect of another year waddling around the town in a very thick nappy, frilly baby dresses with matching bonnets, nappy covers and tights. What was the point in giving his opinion – it never mattered. His mother just did what she wanted anyway.
“I’ll book it in to my calendar. Perhaps we could make it an annual thing!” Mrs Palmer added. “Excellent idea!” his mother agreed. Any idea of getting out of nappies and baby dresses was receding far into the future in Jake’s mind as he sat there strapped into his high-chair, legs dangling in mid-air.
The women moved off leaving Jake to his thoughts. A few moments later a girl wandered up and looked Jake up and down incredulously. Jake only cringed a little as he was now so used to people taking a moment to take in his ridiculously sissy and babyish appearance for a teenage boy.
“I can’t believe you let them do this to you!” she said. “NNNGGGGH!” Jake demonstrated his mittened hands and tugged on the straps keeping him in the high-chair. She understood. “I can’t believe they are allowed do this to you!” Jake silently agreed, still suc-king on his soother.
“I’ll speak to my mother about it, she’s a lawyer”, the girl added. Jake nodded enthusiastically. Having been just confronted with a future in nappies for years to come, he now had some hope.
“Come along Janice!” The girl turned to her mother who was looking Jake up and down impassively. It was rare that his situation got no reaction. “Coming.” As Janice left the room she looked back and nodded to Jake to confirm that she was going to pursue this. Jake raised his rattle towards her a shook it, then realized that was pretty stupid.
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Dara Janey,
That was another great chapter.
What a great series of one humiliation after another for Jake - having to depend on Sister Diane and Vicky to unwrap each present, show gratitude for baby presents that he is probably bore him to death, and pose for pictures. Additionally there is the frustration of dealing with the enforced clumsiness of the mittens so a few gifts get passed on to Vicky.
Building on that embarrassment has to be the public diaper change with the chastity device in full view of all of the attendees so now they all know and most have photographic evidence. When I started reading the chapter, the diaper I was wearing was dry - not any more!
Now he is faced with the prospect of years of no control of bladder or bowels, on constant display in nappies and petticoats, with a full public annual birthday party exhibition.
Is Janice's mother Jake's last hope for continence a boy clothes?
I'm sure going to tune in for the next chapter!
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DaraJaney, Another great segment in the babification of Jake. He sure looks like he will be in diapers and baby dresses for a long time. That is unless the little girl's mom can get him out of his situation. I bet, though, that the mom lawyer helps Jake's mom further his baby life. We can only speculate what will happen next. ;D
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What an excellent twist to throw in when Jake's hopelessness is probably at its peak. Don't see Janice's mother being able to do much to extricate Jake from his situation but her inability to do so should end Jake's last real chance at freedom. After all, he needs his nappies now so the other clothing is really extraneous.
Wonder if Janice is too much of a rebel and her mom is considering whether to impose Jake's discipline on her? Long shot but not impossible.
Thanks for continuing this excellent story. The potential plot twist really reinvigorates the story line.
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Maybe the lawyer lady will threaten to expose them to child services and sue unless she gets to babysit him :)
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For the next few days Jake anxiously waited to see if anything came of that girl Janice’s promise to save him from a long future in nappies and baby dresses. His mother noticed his listlessness as he played with his rattles and blocks in his play-pen.
She put him in the bouncer to see if a couple of hours in that would improve his mood. In any case, the local children enjoyed watching him through the window as his petticoats fluttered up on each bounce showing off the fancy frills on his nappy cover. It didn’t seem to improve his mood.
A week had passed before he heard what sounded like Janice’s mother’s voice approaching in the corridor. His mother came into the nursery. “You have visitors”, she announced. Janice’s mother walked in a looked down on Jake in his play-pen. His heart was thumping. Was this his saviour?
She stood back from the door. He saw that she was holding some leather straps. She tugged on them and said “come along dear!” Janice stumbled into the room on the end of the straps. She was wearing a pink frilly baby-style dress over layers of petticoats. Jake could see the thick nappy beneath the petticoats under the white tights and lace-trimmed nappy cover. He sighed heavily.
Initially her face was hidden by the wide brim on her bonnet but when she was forced to face Jake he could see that a large soother was strapped into her mouth. “NNngggh, nnnggghh, nnnngggghhh!” she blubbered. Her hands were disabled by padded mittens just like his.
“You have a play-mate”, his mother told him. The mothers both laughed. Janice was pushed towards Jake’s play-pen, the gate was opened and she was pushed in. “Sit down dear”, her mother ordered and she did as she was told. Her head was down but she gradually turned so Jake could see her sad face framed by the frills on her bonnet.
“Won’t you show Janice your toys sweetie?” his mother prompted. Jake picked up his favourite rattle and held it towards Janice. She glared at it unhappily. She looked up at the women watching expectantly. She unenthusiastically put her mitten through the handle of the rattle, took it and shook. “There! You’re going to get on like a house on fire.”
Her mother approached her. “Do we need to keep that soother strapped in or will you be a good baby and keep it in?” she asked. Janice looked conflicted. Jake knew the dilemma. Having it strapped in was very uncomfortable but suc-king on it ‘voluntarily’ was humiliating.
Eventually Janice nodded and her mother removed the straps. She stood back and watched carefully. Janice dutifully suc-ked on the soother a few times. “Good baby! Now if you just keep it there, we won’t need the strap anymore.”
Janice took an embarrassed sideways glance at Jake as she continued to suc-k on her soother. He smiled and gave his soother a good suc-k in solidarity. He picked up a doll and handed it to her, hoping to take her mind off her predicament. Again she looked at it unenthusiastically before giving in to the expected and she took the doll in her mittens.
The mothers went off towards the kitchen. “She was never one for dolls and dresses when she was little”, Janice’s mother recalled. “Now we can make up for lost time.” She looked back at her daughter sitting in the play-pen in her pink baby dress, matching bonnet and booties, continuing to suc-k on her soother and clutching the pretty doll.
Jake did his best to distract her but there was no doubting Janice’s depression at finding herself in the same predicament as this boy she had tried to save. She had ended up just giving her own mother ideas.
When the women returned, they had clearly agreed something after a discussion over coffee in the kitchen. Janice’s mother explained. “You will stay here with Baby Jake for a few days.” Janice didn’t know what to make of that.
“We’ll be redecorating your room just like this”, she told her, smiling at the pink and frilly décor of Jake’s nursery. Janice scrambled to her feet. “NNNGGGHH!” She went to the gate of the play-pen. Of course she couldn’t open it. She shook the side bars. “NNNGGGHHHH!” The women just smiled. “Thanks for the decorator’s contact numbers”, her mother said to Jake’s mother. “Does that baby bouncer need to be attached to a beam or can it be attached to any part of the ceiling?”, she asked. Janice continued to shake the bars of the pen realizing that long-term plans were being made for her.
The women went over to Jake’s baby dresses hanging on a rail. “We should discuss dress designs for her new wardrobe”, her mother said as they went back to the kitchen.
Janice flopped back down on her thickly nappied bottom and blubbered. Jake saw she was suc-king hard on her soother. He wished there was something he could say to console her. Of course, he couldn’t actually say anything at all as he dutifully suc-ked on his own soother.
There was nothing much he could tell her anyway other than that there was no point in resisting – she was totally at the mercy of her mother. That probably wouldn’t cheer her up.
He couldn’t tell her that it was not so bad. Being dependent on nappies and having to waddle around town in the frilliest of baby dresses with lacey nappy covers on show to all was not a nice prospect. At least she was actually a girl. It was far worse for him as he used to be a boy. He froze. He had just thought of himself as someone who ‘used to be’ a boy. Now he was just as depressed.
He picked up a little ball that he could always bash about when he was frustrated. It just made a tinkling sound no matter how hard it was hit so sounded from outside like he was happily playing with his toys.
Janice saw what he was doing. He handed her another ball. She punched it as hard as she could with her mittened hand. It tinkled too. They both sat there in their thick nappies and baby dresses punching the balls. Their mothers could hear the tinkling from the kitchen and smiled at each other.
(well predicted babycakes!)
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Wonderful story and I never saw that coming! This is a first and very clever development. Loving it.
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Thank you, DaraJaney, for this wonderful story and the compliment. Absolutely loved the twist of a girl subjected to nappy discipline and now a playmate for Jake. Her life is irrevocably changed forever as Jake's has been. Is/was Janice one of the neighbours, Lolita girls (unlikely since her mother says she was never much for dolls or dresses growing up) or Maid Café regulars?
Wonder how much she fought her mother after asking Jake how he could have let his mother make him a baby. Jake was pretty compliant as his second babyhood was introduced as a modelling job to help his mother's cottage business and realized the permanency only after he was ensnared. Also love to know what Janice's offense(s) was(were). While this is a great point to end the story there is also plenty of grist still left for at least a few more chapters. Can you imagine Janice's humiliation when she is babysat and changed by Diane or by her own friends? Just knowing that her room will become a nursery and she will have nothing but frilly baby clothes to wear will be exquisitely embarrassing for Janice.
Regardless, thanks for an excellent story and unique plot twist.
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Dara Janey,
That twist really got me!
Will this be the end, or will you write several more chapters with a backstory for Janice? Will she also be an advertising model for Jake's mother? Will she and Jake be together in the creche, maybe in identical outfits? Will they be taken on outings together to the park, etc. ? Will Janice's former classmates be added to the babysitting group for both of them?
Now that Janice is also in nappies, petticoats, and lace, will Jake soon be wearing a training bra and small fake boobs to better match Janice?
What is going to happen next?
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DaraJaney, Another great chapter in Jake's life and it comes with a twist. I never saw Janice being ensnared into the baby life Jake wanted out and instead, he got a new playmate. What else are you going to throw at us, DaraJaney? Enquiring minds want to know.
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I can see Janice's mother coming into her nursery in morning, waking her up in her crib, and telling her daughter that once her new sibling was born and potty trained her new sibling could change Janet's diapers and babysit her to tell her she got pregnant :)
Yeah this was another good update though hope this isn't going end soon there's so much stuff now in two endless babies lives to explore :)
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When Jake’s and Janice’s mothers returned from the kitchen, they considered their teenage children sitting in the play-pen in their pretty baby dresses and bonnets. “Do you think they’ll manage alright together in the cot tonight?” Janice’s mother wondered. “It will be cosy alright. But there’s no danger that anything untoward will happen”, Jake’s mother tittered. “All of their necessary bits are well wrapped up out of danger.”
Jake’s member started to respond to the idea of being cooped up at close quarters with Janice for the night. Of course, it didn’t get very far before meeting the irresistible confines of his chastity device.
“Where can I get those thicker nappies for Janice?” her mother asked. “Come here and I’ll get you the website.” They left the room again.
Janice quickly spat out the soother. Jake was immediately very concerned and looked to the door urgently to try to get the point across that she was taking a risk. “We have to come up with a plan to get out of this!” Janice insisted as she tugged at her mittens in vain. Jake resolutely suc-ked on his soother. If he was caught being naughty, it would definitely earn him a night in a soiled nappy.
“I have an idea!” Janice continued. Jake looked to the door again and shook his head determinedly. He wasn’t getting into trouble for this. Janice looked frustrated. “We can talk in the cot tonight”, she suggested. Jake nodded, more to shut her up than anything. He could hear their mothers returning. Janice popped her soother back in and shook a rattle as if she had been playing all along.
In the evening the mothers came in to announce time for their bedtime feed. Janice was taken aback. It couldn’t have been much after 6pm. Mrs McKean walked into the room, her breasts clearly carrying a full load. Jake cringed. Janice’s eyes widened, thinking surely not!
They were let out of the cot and made to sit close beside each other on the side of the changing table while Mrs McKean unbuttoned her blouse, clearly relishing the thrill of a double feed. Jake knew well that this was the only nourishment on offer so accepted his nipple when it was presented without hesitating. Janice found it more difficult to bring herself to do this. But she was hungry. She had already seen that Jake had little choice but to accept his breast feeding. She braced herself, reminded herself that she had a plan to get out of this and started suc-kling. “Mmm! Lovely”, Mrs McKean cooed as she put her hands on the backs of their heads and ensured they continued to feed.
They suc-kled until Mrs McKean was satisfied that they had had enough. Jake looked at the other breast, concerned that he was only getting half the usual feed. His mother saw his look as she entered the room. “Don’t worry, that’s not all”, his mother assured them. Jake brightened – maybe some proper food. His mother held up two large baby bottles. “Lovely formula for you!” Jake and Janice looked concerned wondering what that was going to be like. It wasn’t long before they found out – both bottles being pressed into the mouths. Both grimaced a little – whether from the taste or just the humiliation of being fed formula, their mothers didn’t know.
Jake was changed into his pink fleecy sleeper. Janice’s mother had obtained a fluffy pink onesie for her too. Mrs McKean left saying “See you for your midnight snack!” Janice was unexpectedly impatient about getting into the cot. She was anxious to discuss her plan with Jake.
Her mother stepped towards her. “Now you aren’t used to sleeping all night with your soother in yet.” She reattached the strap to Janice’s soother and buckled it at the back of her head. “NNnggghhh!” “There we go! Now it will stay in all night”, she told her daughter with a satisfied smile.
Jake got into the cot first and sat at one end. Janice climbed in the other end. They both wondered how they could lie down side by side as the bars were locked in place. The cot wasn’t that wide.
Their mothers looked unconcerned. “Nighty night, little ones!” “Sweet dreams.” They left the room. Janice pawed frustratedly at the strap keeping the large soother in her mouth. “Nnngggghhh!” She was effectively gagged.
She turned her attention to the catch on the side bars. Jake looked on impassively. He could have told her it was pointless but he was a good baby and didn’t speak but kept suc-king on his soother. She’d find out soon enough.
Janice shook the bars of the cot frustratedly. She made a fruitless attempt at climbing out but Jake knew the bars were too high and slippery. He waited until she was done. Then handed her a rattle. She wouldn’t be feeling anyway sleepy yet. Janice looked at the rattle disconsolately. She started blubbering through her soother. “Nngggh, nnngghh, nnngghhh!” Why had she bothered trying to save this boy, she wondered. Jake noticed her starting to suc-k on the soother for consolation.
Eventually Jake lay down on his side. Janice turned and lay down with her back to him. There wasn’t room for them both to lie on their backs. Jake considered the situation for a moment. The only way was to spoon. He put his arms around her. She snuggled in, still sniffling through her soother.
Jake wondered what her escape plan was. But mostly he was trying to think of something else to ease the terrible pressure in his chastity device as Janice snuggled her thickly nappied bottom into his thickly nappied groin.
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poor girl now we'll never know her plan :)
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Excellent chapter. Can't wait to see how their lives progress. Don't think Janice has begun to experience all the humiliation that comes with her new baby life.
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Excellent chapter. Can't wait to see how their lives progress. Don't think Janice has begun to experience all the humiliation that comes with her new baby life.
I think Janet is probably going to end up only be babysat by her former peers in her class until they move out of town to go to college *nodsnods* :)
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Janice woke in the night to find Jake kneeling at the end of the cot looking at the nursery door expectantly. She started to ask him what was up but it just came out as “nnngghh, nnngghhh?” due to the soother strapped in her mouth. His body clock was used to waking for his midnight feed.
Soon they heard the front door closing gently and shortly afterwards the nursery door opened. Jake put his mittened hands on the side bars of their cot showing his eagerness as he suc-ked on his soother.
“Hello my lovelies”, Mrs McKean whispered as she lowered the side bars. She sat into the middle of the cot as Janice moved to the top end. Their wet nurse undid her blouse and bra and then removed the strap on Janice’s soother. The girl was a little hungry but not at all anxious to be breast-fed. Jake immediately latched on to the breast on his side and started suc-king gratefully.
Janice reckoned she would be very hungry by morning if she didn’t feed now so she resignedly leaned in and started suc-kling. Mrs McKean put an arm round each of them to cradle them in position. She occasionally emitted little oohs and aahs and clearly derived a lot of pleasure from this.
After suc-kling for several minutes Janice stopped for a rest. Jake was still eagerly feeding from the nipple. He knew that he was only going to get half his normal midnight feed. Janice supposed she should follow his example and resumed suc-kling. “That’s right my babies, take as much as you want, mmm, oooh!”
Eventually she coaxed them off their nipples and popped Jake’s soother back in. He suc-ked unenthusiastically. She popped Janice’s soother back in and reached for the strap. Janice whimpered through her soother and suc-ked eagerly on it hoping that Mrs McKean would think there was no need to strap it in but to no avail. She was quickly gagged again.
When morning came Janice woke and immediately got the smell of poop. “Nnnggghhh!” She looked over her shoulder at Jake in disgust. He initially wondered what was wrong – having a stinky nappy in the morning was normal for him now.
Then Janice realized that she was building up to one and wasn’t going to be able to put it off. She blubbered though her soother as the inevitable approached. Eventually there was a loud slushing noise and she curled up in a ball in embarrassment. Jake hugged her tightly to let her know it was alright. No it wasn’t! she thought.
They could do nothing but lie there until they heard noises in the rest of the house. Every time footsteps approached the door she looked up eagerly but Jake knew that his mother was never in a hurry to come in in the morning. They’d just have to stew in it a little longer.
Eventually his mother and Diane came in. Diane was grinning broadly as she approached her brother and the girl in their stinky nappies. Janice cringed but badly needed changing so just had to accept it.
Jake was changed first and Janice watched sheepishly from the cot. In other circ-umstances she would be mortified for him having his nappy changed in front of her but the fact that she was next tempered that somewhat.
She had no choice but to cooperate and let Diane wipe her bottom and powder her nether regions before being pinned into a clean nappy. She put up no resistance to being dressed in her pink baby dress and white tights by Jake’s mum while Diane fetched Jake’s pink dress. They both had their bonnets tied on simultaneously and their dressers stood back and admired them standing side by side in their pink baby dresses.
They heard Mrs McKean arrive with impeccable timing. Janice was starving and knew now that resistance was futile. She couldn’t take her eyes off her wet nurse’s breasts until she was latched on feeding.
They played in the pen for the morning. Janice felt that she ought to be putting up some resistance as she knew her bedroom at home was being converted into a sissy nursery as she sat their playing with the rattles. But what could she do?
In the afternoon it was decided that they needed a nap. Jake could tell from their mother’s grins that something was up. They popped Janice up on the changing table, removed her soggy nappy and cleaned her up. Jake tried not to stare too much at her private parts. There was no point anyway, the chastity device prevented any arousal.
But they didn’t replace Janice’s nappy, just let her get down from the changing table. Her privates were clearly visible below her short baby dress and petticoats. She was confused and tried to push her petticoats down but she was led over to the cot in her state of semi-undress.
Jake was told to get up on the changing table. This surprised him. With his thicker nappy he was usually only changed twice and day – before and after his 12 hours in the cot. Still he was grateful for a clean nappy for his nap.
But his mother told him he was in for a treat. She produced a little key and smiled at him. Jake’s heart started beating faster. She unlocked his chastity device and removed it. She got him to sit up. Jake couldn’t help but look at Janice’s girl parts. There was an immediately response from below his petticoats.
He was pushed down off the changing table and in his standing position his short petticoats did nothing to hide his reaction. Janice looked on from the cot with wide eyes.
Jake was pushed towards the cot. The mothers were giggling. “Just as well I have her on the pill”, Janice’s mother commented. “Yes, two babies is quite enough for us to handle!” They laughed.
Jake and Janice couldn’t believe what was happening as they were pushed fully into the cot and the side bars were raised. They both suc-ked hard on their soothers. The ladies left the room.
Janice raised Jake’s petticoats and touched his pen-is. He almost exploded having being deprived of this excitement for so long. He lifted her petticoats and fumbled around her groin. Almost immediately they were pressing themselves together and fumbling under the petticoats to get their parts lined up. They both knew this was urgent. Jake was not going to last long.
Then he was in her. They were both panting like mad. He came almost immediately, to her disappointment but not to her surprise. They fell back on the cot in each other’s arms.
They were left to ‘nap’ for longer. Eventually Jake’s boy parts started responding again. This time he was able to last long enough for Janice to come too.
They lay back until their mother’s returned, wondering kind of fuc-ked-up world they were in now!
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Awesome!! Love the story! That last chapter was great!
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Thank you for such an amazing story DaraJaney. Your inclusion of a female playmate was unexpected (though not unforeseeable given your lead up to the "great reveal"), exciting and very hot. Then you go and have them hooking up in the cot with their moms' encouragement - amazing! Many times a writer sends signals of a story's direction but at this point the direction the story will take is a complete mystery. LOVE IT! Originally thought they were going to share some really thick diapers and a custom pair of plastic panties designed to fit Jake and Janice together so they could "enjoy" each other's pp's and messes. Oh well, a reader can dream. 8)
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DaraJaney, that was devious, putting them in the crib without diapers and without Jake's chastity device. I'm curious where this is leading. Great chapter and I can't wait for the next one. 8) ;D :D :)
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DaraJaney,
I'm catching up and WOW! what a huge twist!
It looks like Janice was being indoctrinated into babyhood really quickly, and what's up with the diaperless romp with chastity removed?
What are the mothers plotting?
I am now in wet, sticky diapers, and awaiting your next chapter.
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The mothers found Jake and Janice in a post-coital snooze when they returned to the nursery. They lowered the bars of the cot and took Jake to the changing table where his chastity device was re-secured over his boy parts with the little padlock. He whimpered in protest through his soother. “Perhaps we’ll let you do that once a month”, his mother responded. “If you are a really good baby.” Jake looked over at Janice. She didn’t appear to have any objections to that and soon she was firmly pinned back into her nappy too.
Jake spent most of his time at home in his nursery now. So it came as a surprise when his mother produced a new dress that she had made for him. It was pink with baby blue lace trimmings – collar, hem and frills on the bonnet were all baby blue. The petticoats had alternate layers of pink and baby blue, his nappy cover had alternating lines of pink and baby blue frills and she’d even managed to get tights striped in the same colours.
He had long given up hope that any of his dresses would cover his nappy and this was no exception with his petticoats reaching only half way down his nappy so its frilly layers of lace could be appreciated by everyone.
Jake was back in his pen playing with his rattles when Janice was led in. She was wearing a new dress too. Hers was baby blue with pink trimmings! The exact reverse of Jake’s baby dress: pink collar and lace trimmings. He could also see immediately that she was now in the same very thick nappy as he was and she had great difficulty waddling over to the play-pen. She suc-ked very hard and unhappily on her soother.
Jake was let out of his play-pen so the two teenagers could stand side-by-side and their mothers could admire their matching outfits. He frowned on realizing that he had been given the predominantly pink baby dress while Janice’s was predominantly blue. They both had the same pink and baby blue petticoats and striped tights.
They were made to turn around. Their mothers giggled behind them. The big babies tried to see what they were giggling at but the wide brims on their bonnets got in the way. They couldn’t see that they had managed to arrange it so that, standing side-by-side, the pink frills on Jake’s nappy cover lined up with the baby blue frills on Janice’s nappy cover and vice-versa. Their outfits were definitely intended for them to be displayed together.
“Let’s go to the park!” Jake’s mother suggested. The whimpering teenage babies were strapped into their harnesses for the unwelcome outing. When that was done they were made to stand side-by-side again. Their mothers unstrapped the mittens on their adjoining hands much to their surprise. Both of them flexed their fingers, taking advantage of this rare opportunity.
“Hold hands”, they were told. They did so – interlocking fingers. One of the mittens was fitted over their joined hands and strapped in place. Then Janice’s mother took another two new straps and linked the breast plates of their harnesses together. So now they had to go everywhere together side-by-side so everyone could appreciate their matching baby clothes.
Their mothers threw their changing bags over their shoulders with large baby bottles of formula slotted in the end pockets. “Off we go.”
Janice was still getting used to her thicker nappy and Jake had to slow down to allow for her slower waddling as they progressed hand-in-hand and linked closely by their harnesses.
All along the way they drew much attention. The first lady they met smiled broadly and they could see that she was appreciating the way their outfits reflected each other. When they moved past they heard her giggle and say “oh look that’s so adorable!” from behind. Jake and Janice tried to see what she was talking about but they couldn’t see below their bulging petticoats what was amusing her so much. Because they were linked together so closely, they couldn’t move away to see the cute matching patterns of frills on their nappy covers. They shrugged to each other and waddled on.
They were urged on towards the play ground in the park. The children there stopped their games when they saw the two teenagers approach in their baby dresses, bonnets and thick nappies. The sign said “under-12s only” but nobody was going to argue.
Their mothers tried to decide which apparatus was best for their pair of oversized babies. They settled on the see-saw which was vacant. Their joining mitten was undone and replaced by their own separate mittens and the big babies were told to swing their legs over the see-saw.
They both stood there in their very thick and thickly frilled nappies. The ribbons on their mittens were tied to the handles on the see-saw. Janice was urged to sit and when she did so Jake was raised into the air. She sighed heavily. She knew what she was supposed to do.
She pushed up and Jake descended, his petticoats parachuting up to reveal all the layers of frills on his nappy cover. He did the same and a crowd gathered to watch the teenage babies as their petticoats alternately fluttered up. Their mothers wandered off to the bench and took out very thick books. Jane and Janice tugged on their mittens but they were firmly secured in place with now choice but to continue putting on their pretty display for the growing audience.
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DaraJaney, Keep it coming. You have a masterful way of describing what is going on with Jake and Janice. Their walk to the park and their "playing" on the see-saw, had to be mortifying to the two baby teens. I can't wait for more. ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;)
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DaraJaney,
Today is a diaper day for me and it seems that every time I catch up with the latest chapter, you keep going into places I didn't foresee!
I hope that with your excellent way with words you will describe what Jake and Janice have embroidered on the seats of their nappy covers - it just has to be adorable!
In the story we are still at the park. In the next chapter, after the parachuting petticoat show on the seesaw is over will we have lunch at the park?
Will Mrs McKean make a surprise appearance so our sissy babies get their liquid lunch fresh from the teat in public or will that occur at a later time?
Now that it looks like Jake and Janice are going to be an inseparable pair (the common mitten and connecting straps on their reins can make it so), is there a properly sized double stroller in their future? A stroller like that that can be folded to fit on a bus would allow the lolita girls, Diane and friends, and likely some of Janice's former classmates to take the sissy babies on outings.
A lot of us are eager to read your next chapter to find out what happens next.
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DaraJaney, You have to get the next chapter out so we can continue on the journey you are taking us on. :P :P :P :P :P :P :P
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Hmm the seesaw seems very grownup they should be glad. They could be with the crawlers in the grass playing to show them their rattles and dollies :)
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It appeared that Janice’s mum, the solicitor, had plenty of money. Apart from ordering a number of elaborate baby dresses from Jake’s mum she had a pair of large strollers made. “On longer walks it can be a bit tedious waiting for them to waddle along”, she explained.
Jake’s was wheeled into his nursery. He sat into the stroller as ordered and his mother pulled the straps over his arms and snapped them together on his chest. She tugged the ends of the straps until he was tightly strapped in.
He couldn’t see below his voluminous petticoats but she knelt before him and pulled a pair of straps tightly around his ankles that were held in place with Velcro. She fluffed out the lace trim on his booties so that they concealed the ankle straps.
Jake was wheeled out past the hall mirror where he could see how people would see him, peering out from his lace trimmed pink bonnet, suc-king hard on his soother from the embarrassment. Janice was strapped into her stroller outside the front door. The teenagers were in their complementary pink and blue baby dresses. Jake could see she was testing the strength of the straps confining her to the stroller. She sat back with a sigh when she saw him, having to accept that she was firmly strapped in.
The strollers were lined up beside each other facing the gate. They were manoeuvred so that connecting clips on the side snapped together and now their strollers were attached.
The mothers knelt before their teenage babies to settle their petticoats and straighten their bonnets. Jake’s pink and blue tights needed straightening too. “So! We’re off to the school garden fete!” Janice’s mum announced. The teenagers both stopped suc-king on their soothers momentarily in shock.
The whole town turned out for the annual garden fete in the school grounds. All of their class mates and tormentors would be there. The teenagers started whimpering through their soothers and struggling against the straps keeping them in their strollers. Their mothers calmly started pushing the strollers down the street.
Jake desperately tried to free his ankles from the Velcro-secured straps so he could put his foot down, literally, and halt the stroller. “Nnnnnggggghhhh!” He looked over at Janice and she back at him as she squirmed and pawed at the catch on her chest. All they could see was each other’s face framed prettily by their bonnets as they suc-ked desperately on their soothers.
They simultaneously gave each other helpless looks and stopped their pointless struggling. They settled down and suc-ked hard on their soothers against the inevitable. As they approached the main road they could see the growing crowds all heading in the same direction.
Everyone seemed to know about their situation now. Everyone was in a good mood anticipating a fun day. “Hello! Oh look at the big babies in their matching dresses!” “They’ve got their own strollers now!” “Oh don’t they look so happy to be out and about!” one lady tittered sarcastically. Jake had resumed tugging against the ankle straps but they were well concealed under the thick lace of his booties so nobody could tell.
There was no missing the double stroller and the crowds had to part as it was pushed around the grounds of the fete. Jake and Janice could only sit and stew under their petticoats as people smiled and laughed at them. A few people stopped and asked questions of their mothers. They were only too happy to lift their petticoats to show off the frilly nappy covers and ultra-thick nappies.
“It’s much easier to push them around in the stroller rather than wait for them to waddle about”, Janice’s mother kept telling people. “In these nappies they only need to be changed when they soil themselves”, Jake’s mother told shocked passers-by.
“Oh look!” she blurted at one point. “There’s a Bonny Baby competition!” The teenagers once again stopped suc-king on their soothers momentarily, looked at each other through the lace trims of their bonnets and sighed heavily.
Their mothers joined the queue to sign up. Other mothers, babes in arms or holding toddlers by the hand, were amused at the potential new entrants. “Aren’t they really a bit old?” they tittered.
When they got to the registration table the lady there smiled and was clearly amused at the prospect. “In fairness, they are a bit old for this”, she said sweetly. “What are the categories?” Jake’s mum asked, not to be put off so easily. “Well … under 1s, 1 to 2 and over 2s.” “OK then – over 2s”, his mother insisted. The lady shrugged and took two big badges marked with “Bonny Baby” to write the competitor numbers on them. She wrote a big “8” on the first. “Can they be a joint entry?” Janice’s mum asked. “They are inseparable.” Again, the lady shrugged and wrote an “8” on the second sticker.
The big “Bonny Baby” badges were pinned to the big babies’ dresses. This provided more amusement for people who met them being strolled around the fete. People were nudging each other and giggling when they saw their competition badges. “That’ll be funny.”
It wasn’t long before they ran in to some of their school mates. “Can we look after them for a while?” Jake and Janice winced at the prospect but their mothers were glad of a break. “Do you want to take them in their harnesses – let them get some exercise?”
It had got rather stifling sitting amidst their layers of petticoats with thick tights underneath but as soon as they were freed from their strollers and stood up, people could now get a full view of their frilly nappy covers beneath their short dresses and see the extent of their thick nappies.
The way they had to waddle was also mortifying and their classmates loved exercising complete control and tugging them this way and that in their harnesses. Noticing Jake trying to push his petticoats down as much as possible to attempt to conceal some of his nappy cover one of the girls giggled and said “don’t worry when you are up on stage in front of everyone, they will see everything anyway!” Jake whimpered. Stage?
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So the story got hot when you introduced Janice as Jake's playmate. But now you've outdone yourself! Needed a fire extinguisher to finish this most recent part.
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Poor baby jack not fond of being stage and forced to be presented much myself as an introvert. :)
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DaraJaney, Poor Jake and Janice. They went for a stroll in their new strollers and now they are entered into a 'Bonny Baby" contest. It's even worse because they are now being walked about by their school friends. The way things are going, they are going to bite right thru their soothers because of the embarrassment.
You did another bang up job on this chapter. Keep up the good work. 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8)
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DaraJaney,
Thank you for another great chapter.
I'm imagining myself in Jake's place and being lead around by my former classmates in front of the whole town, then having to later endure the even further humiliation of being up on stage harnessed to Janice for the best baby contest, giving everyone a perfect view of my frilly nappy cover.
Following those thoughts, oh no! I'd start to feel like I was going to poop! Would I also then have to endure having my stinky nappy changed out on the lawn, in full view of everybody?
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Masterful - a model sweet sissy baby story. Wishing it was me.
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“Would all of the contestants in the Bonny Baby competition please go to the main tent.” Jake and Janice froze at the announcement. They looked over at the front entrance to the tent and suc-ked hard on their soothers. A large crowd was streaming in. People passing them tittered on seeing their badges identifying them as joint contestants in the over-2s category.
Their schoolfriends hauled them towards the stage entrance. The teenage babies put up some resistance just to show their reluctance but they knew it was pointless. Their harnesses were transferred to their mums. When they got to the entrance they could see the audience gathering inside. Jake felt sick. He looked desperately at Janice. He could see her squirm visibly.
Ahead of them mothers were either carrying their babies or holding hands with their toddlers going up the six steps to the stage. It was really difficult for Jake and Janice to climb the steps in their ultra-thick nappies – not helped by the fact that they couldn’t see the steps below their voluminous petticoats. They had to take it very carefully one step at a time as their mothers waited patiently but with a firm grip of their reins.
At the top of the steps Jake could now see the full extent of the packed tent. The centre of the stage was brightly lit under rows of lights. The full realization hit him that he was going to have to stand out there in his short pink baby dress, matching bonnet and frilly nappy cover, his pink and blue striped tights and pink booties. The sick feeling in his stomach turned into a stream of poo in his nappy. He paused in shock halfway towards the centre of the stage. His mother tugged on his harness, seemingly unaware what had happened. He saw that Janice had similarly stumbled and looked horrified.
As they stood together in their connected harnesses in the line of contestants their mothers stood behind and suddenly realized what had happened from the smell. The teenage babies were now whimpering through their soothers. They looked back desperately at their mothers clearly pleading to be taken away for a change. They were met with stern looks and firmer holds being taken of their harnesses. They weren’t going anywhere.
The mothers next to them started wrinkling their noses and staring at the teenage babies. At first they were disgusted that these contestants had been brought up on stage beside them in stinky nappies. But then the realization that these teenagers were actually using their nappies amused them. Those were not just costumes.
The compere was interviewing the mothers of the first few contestants at the front of the stage where it projected out into the audience a few meters. Jake and Janice suc-ked hard on their soothers realizing that their turn would soon come to stand there with audience on three sides looking up at the stage.
Jake thought that the weight of poo in his nappy must be obvious to onlookers but supposed that this was the only time that he might be actually grateful to be pinned into such a massive nappy that could take the load without showing. Janice shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other.
When their number was called they had to waddle to the front. Jake could feel the sticky mess shifting in his nappy but desperately tried not to show it. But when they reached the compere he grimaced. “Oh my!” He put his hand over his nose and mouth. “Those nappies are not just for show!” There were gasps from the audience, then laughter at the realization that these teenagers were not just dressed in humiliating baby costumes but they were actually standing there in poo-filled nappies!
“We’d better make this quick”, the compare said looking at his cards. Everyone laughed. “Baby Jake and Baby Janice!” There were further gasps from those in the crowd who hadn’t realized that one of these big babies was a boy under all those pink and baby blue frills. The compere turned to Janice in her baby blue dress. “I presume this is Baby Jake.” Janice shook her head and looked at Jake in his pink dress. “Really?!” There was further laughter from the audience.
“And you made these amazing clothes yourselves?” Janice’s mum turned to Jake’s mum to let her take the credit. “Wow so much attention to detail.” The two teenage babies were turned around so that the audience could properly appreciate how the alternating rows of pink and baby blue frills on their vast nappy covers aligned when side by side.
“OK I think you had better take them to the changing tent quickly.” The audience applauded loudly as the teenage babies waddled to the side of the stage and contemplated descending those steps with now full nappies. Jake grimaced as the load shifted with each careful step down from the stage.
The schoolfriends were helpfully waiting holding their changing bags. Both Jake and Janice whimpered as their harnesses were handed over to the girls. “The changing tent is just down here.”
There was a queue so Jake and Janice had to stand in line while the girls held their changing bags prominently and passers-by nudged each other and sniggered at the teenage babies standing there in their soiled nappies suc-king hard on their soothers.
When they got to the head of the queue the girls considered which of them should go first. “Ladies first!” Janice was tugged into the changing tent. The other girls looked Jake up and down in his pink dress, bonnet, frilly nappy cover and tights and smirked thinking it was a moot point.
Eventually Jake was led in. There were two changing tables side by side. Janice was on her tummy having her bottom powdered and looked up ruefully through the lace of her bonnet suc-king determinedly on her soother as he waddled in. The girls on the other side of her petticoats were giggling at the enormous nappy and plastic pants that they were about to pin on to her.
As ever, when Jake’s stinky nappy was carefully removed the girls spent some time playing with his chastity device, tugging at the little padlock and examining how it was held in place by the ring behind his testicles while his member desperately pressed against the hard plastic.
Eventually both teenage babies were relieved to be in clean nappies and had their tights and nappy covers restored and their petticoats fluffed out before being led out into the crowds again.
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DaraJaney, Poor Jake and Janice. It wasn't embarrassing enough to be up on the stage in their baby clothes. They had to be up there, dressed like they were with dirty nappies/diapers. After they were judged, they had to stand in the queue in-order-to be changed. WOW!!!!
GREAT chapter as usual from a GREAT writer. ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D
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Jake and Janice were strapped back into their new strollers again, being pushed around the fete by their mothers. Jake spotted a candy floss stand. He pointed with his mittened hand “nnnggggh!” “What’s that dear?” “Nnngggghhh!” He pointed again and tried to look back at his mother but the wide baby blue lace of his bonnet prevented that. Janice joined in, whimpering through her soother and pointing too. They were both quite hungry at this stage.
“No, no” Janice’s mum intervened. “You’d get that all over your pretty dresses and bonnets!” The two teenage babies slumped back in their strollers with disappointed groans stifled by their soothers.
Shortly afterwards Mrs McKean came into view. Their eyes immediately locked on her bulging breasts which by now meant lunch to the teenagers. They instinctively starting suc-king on their soothers, disappointed as ever at how unsatisfying that was compared to suc-kling on her nipples.
“There you are!” she cried, rushing towards them, her breasts bouncing temptingly in her halter-top. Both teenage babies were squirming in the stroller straps, their tummies suddenly feeling even more empty. “The food tent is over there, shall we go there for their feed?”
They waited impatiently as their strollers were pushed through the gaping crowds to the food tent. Mrs McKean sat on a bench. “Who’s first?” Janice’s mum started to undo her straps. Jake looked on frustratedly. Why did she always get to go first? He’d been back in nappies longer than her. He should get priority.
But he had to sit and look on, suc-king hard on his soother while Janice sat on Mrs McKean’s lap and lay back. Mrs McKean exposed a tit and Janice immediately spat out her soother and started suc-king gratefully. Onlookers gasped at how eager she was to be breast fed. Wasn’t she mortified at having to suc-kle in front of a crowd of people? Jake sat there wishing it was him in the centre of the crowd, filling his tummy with warm sweet milk.
It seemed like an age before Janice was fed and Jake was freed from his stroller and waddled quickly over to Mrs McKean who was switching breasts. He was similarly unhesitant in suc-kling eagerly on her breast. “It’s not right”, someone commented in the crowd, “a boy doing that!” Someone beside them blurted “that’s a boy?!” looking at Jake’s pink baby dress, bonnet, frilly nappy cover and tights in a new light.
Just then Jake’s sister Diane arrived at the front of the onlookers licking at a stick of candy floss. “Don’t worry. He can’t feel any arousal. His naughty parts are locked tightly out of harm’s way.” Jake glared at her but didn’t even slow his rate of feeding from Mrs McKean’s breast. He shifted slightly, trying vainly to relieve the discomfort of his boy parts that were desperately trying to grow and straighten while being prevented by the hard down-curved plastic tube.
Eventually the show was over and the teenage babies were restored to their strollers, Diane and a friend taking over the operation of ensuring that they were well displayed to everyone at the fete to maximise their chances in the Bonny Baby competition.
“All Bonny Baby contestants to the main tent for the announcement of the results.” Jake and Janice could only hope for the ordeal to be over as soon as possible as they were pushed towards the main tent. They were freed from their strollers for the climb up the steps to the stage.
This time there was much less sick feeling in their stomachs. Everyone had seen them at this stage in their matching complete baby outfits, frilly covers stretching over their ultra-thick nappies. The winners of the under-1s and 1-to-2s were announced and moved to the front of the stage. Then all eyes went to Jake and Janice for the announcement of the over-2s winners. They were resigned to their fate. Even the mothers of the other over-2s contestants were grinning at them fully expecting the frill-covered teenagers to scoop the prize.
They were duly marched to the front of the stage, harnesses linked together when they were announced as winners. The tent filled with laughter and applause. They were about to turn away but their mothers held tightly on their reins as the compere announced “and now the overall winners are …”
They sighed heavily as they stood there, legs splayed apart by their thick nappies, hundreds of people looking up under their petticoats at their frilly nappy covers in anticipation. Even the two other mothers were clearly keen for them to win.
They were announced as the town’s Joint Bonny Baby winners and presented with their vouchers for the local baby supplies shop “Bibs and Bobs” to much laughter. They were quickly faced with the flashing cameras of local newspapers and websites, their mothers holding up the pink and blue winners’ rosettes proudly. They then made a play of being unable to decide which teenage baby should have the pink and which the blue rosette. They pointedly shrugged that it didn’t really make any difference and everyone laughed.
There seemed to be no end to the appetite for photographs but their mothers had had enough. Their strollers had been brought up to the stage and they were strapped in and pointed to the front of the stage. Their mums fluffed out their petticoats and straightened their bonnets before leaving them there for everyone to get as many photos as they liked.
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DaraJaney,
Wow! I read your last 2 chapters thoroughly twice so I could really appreciate each and every indignity Jake and Janice suffered!
I imagined myself in Jake's dress and nappies, having to waddle up the steps, then pooing my huge nappy and having it announced to the world, followed by having to do the waddle of shame in my nappy now thoroughly wet and filled with heavy squishy poop that moved around with each step. Instead of mommy changing me, I had to be in the care of my and Janice's former classmates who took joy in mocking us while we were in line for the changing tent. With no doubt, we received at least one swat on the seat of our nappies, further spreading the squishy poo inside and increasing our discomfort.
At least I was changed in a tent with only a few girls to see and giggle at my locked chastity device. But after that, after I was denied a little candy floss, I was very publicly breastfed by Mrs. McKean and my own sister, enjoying the candy floss that I couldn't have, announced to all that my boy parts were under lock and key.
Then it was back to the stage for further humiliation, capped by being strapped into my stroller up on the stage next to Janice, with both of us on full display for all to take photos and videos, knowing that we would be featured in newspapers, television, and internet podcasts and blogs. I think at that point we would lose all control and cry the most we ever have in our lives, being so upset that the breast milk from Mrs. McKean sped through our digestive systems so we both wound up being stinky babies in soiled nappies again, this time sitting in our mess. After the eventual waddle of shame down the stage steps again in a filled nappy, I would hope that our mommies had brought enough nappies so we wouldn't have to endure a derision-filled uncomfortable stinky trip home.
I don't know if this would be too dark for this story, but since Janice is on birth control, is it within your realm of story possibilities that she may start lactating? If that happened, would Mrs. McKean continue breastfeeding Janice only, and would Jake be dependent on Janice for his nutrition?
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DaraJaney, What can I say that dolly bo peep hasn't already mentioned. That was another GREAT chapter. 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8)
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The following weekend Jake and his mum were invited over to Janice’s place on Saturday morning. The first ominous sign for Jake was that a concrete ramp had been installed beside the front door which otherwise had a few steps to be negotiated.
As Jake was pushed up the ramp in his stroller he could see it was obviously brand new and a strong indication that Janice’s time in baby dresses and nappies was not intended to be temporary.
They were welcomed and Jake was ushered into Janice’s high-sided play-pen in the sitting room. Jake’s mother disappeared for a while during which Janice’s mum proceeded to potter about in the garage and front garden. Jake meanwhile explored Janice’s collection of brand new rattles and dolls.
Jake’s mum returned in her car. He was curious as to what was going on but could see little from the confines of the play-pen, which of course had a baby-proof catch on the side bars so neither of them could open it with their hands disabled in padded mittens.
Eventually their mothers appeared to have finished what they were doing. “Now let’s move your play-pen outside.” The teenage babies were let out and stood puzzled while the play-pen was reassembled in the front garden. They looked at each other ruefully as they realized that they were going to be displayed in the front garden in their matching baby dresses.
But as they waddled down the steps at the front door they realized that their mothers had been setting up a garage sale. They were ushered into the play-pen again and the side bars were locked in place. They stood in their baby dresses with matching bonnets, frilly nappy covers visible beneath their short petticoats, thick stripey tights keeping them snug in the morning chill and looked at the array of goods offered for sale.
Their normal clothes were laid out on tables and dangled from hangars with price labels attached. As their eyes scanned the merchandise it became clear that all of their old clothes were there. A large notice was placed on a placard “Must clear!”.
Another table had their teenage board games, laptops and computer games at giveaway prices. They looked at each other and suc-ked hard on their soothers. If all of this sold, they would have nothing left to wear but their baby dresses and nothing left to play with but dolls, rattles and blocks.
They pawed at the side-bars of their play-pen, slightly stunned but knowing that there was absolutely nothing they could do except stand there, bow-legged in their thick nappies and watch as their former life was sold off.
Customers started to arrive. “Oh how adorable!” they smiled at the teenage babies. Jake and Janice plonked down in their pen on their thickly-nappied bottoms. At least when sitting down their vast petticoats hid the frilly nappy covers.
They tried to distract themselves and shook their rattles and hugged their dollies but couldn’t take their eyes off the scene as their old lives disappeared in front of them.
Their school friends arrived and held up their jeans and shirts for size and gave them a teasing wave as they took their items away. Diane stood by the play-pen watching too. “I hope you love your baby dresses because they are all you’re going to have to wear after this.”
But by Noon there were still a number of less desirable items left. The teenage babies retained hope that all might not be lost. Anything would be better than their baby outfits. Then Janice’s mum put up a new sign - “Free to take!” above the “Must clear!” sign.
Jake and Janice sighed heavily as the last items were eagerly grabbed and taken away. The tables were now bare. Naked coat hangers jangled on the rails. They looked at each other and their eyes went up and down their outfits. They really had nothing to wear now but their bonnets, baby dresses, nappy covers, tights and booties.
They were ushered inside again. “You must see what we’ve done to Janice’s room.” Jake hadn’t seen her room before but it was obvious that all had changed here too. Apart from being decorated just like his sissy nursery in pinks and other pastel colours, the inner and outer walls had been replaced by full glass walls. There were blinds and curtains to pull across at night but it was clear that during the day Janice could be easily observed in her nursery from inside and out. There was no privacy.
When they entered Jake could see that the changing table and dressing table had been built into the walls. The drawers had the words “Nappies”, “Plastic pants” and “Nappy Covers” carved into them and painted in pastel colours. A sink had been installed and fully plumbed. He looked at Janice and could see her dejected face. There was no doubt that her time in nappies was not going to be short. But Jake’s future was no brighter.
Outside the glass wall the first thing Jake noticed was a good sized swimming pool. Janice’s mum clearly made good money. There was an overhang outside the nursery and two large baby bouncers dangled from a beam. “Wasn’t that nice of Janice’s mum to put in two bouncers so you can play together!”
They were duly strapped in. The bouncers were angled towards each other so each of them could observe the other bouncing in their reverse coloured baby dresses. Janice’s mum pressed the start buttons on the wall. Jake was propelled up and his petticoats parachuted on his descent. Then Janice followed suit. The mothers stood tittering as their teenage babies were bounced alternatingly. Each could see the other and appreciate just how ridiculous they looked with their fluttering petticoats and long legs just about tipping the ground in their stripey tights.
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This is too perfect for the mothers there has to be a sudden thud for them to be brought back to reality and some sort of retribution active against them.
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DaraJaney, Jake and Janice are officially babies now. All of their clothes have either been sold or given away while the two of them sat in the playpen and watched their former life dissolve in front of them. Janice's nursery will allow others to see her because of the glass wall. When they both aren't in the nursey, they can be found in their bouncers.
Another great chapter. :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D
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Their mothers went off to make coffee. Soon afterwards the teenage babies heard giggling voices coming around the side of the house. Six of their school friends who were all in the babysitters’ club arrived including the gorgeous buxom Paula. “Hi!” They tittered and laughed as they passed Jake and Janice in their bouncers. They had brought inflatables and body boards and headed straight for the pool.
The mums came out clutching their coffees. “Hi girls!” Jake’s mum explained: “The girls will be babysitting you today while we have a day out.” Jake and Janice both sighed heavily – not that anyone noticed, being preoccupied by the way their dresses ballooned as they were bounced up and down.
Their mothers waved goodbye as the girls stripped down to bikinis and jumped in the pool. Jake squirmed in his bouncer as his poor little boy parts vainly tried to enlarge within his chastity device. He could hardly take his eyes off Paula’s boobs in her slender bikini top. The girls splashed and played for a while until they heard the car drive away.
Paula went around the side of the house, her now damp bikini clinging to her wet body. Jake suc-ked hard on his soother, trying to look elsewhere. “Are they gone?” one asked from the pool. “Yes!”
They all took off their bikini tops. “Nnnnggghhh!” Jake wriggled and squirmed in the bouncer but he was securely strapped in and could not help but look at the ample boobs on display all around him. Paula’s, freed from the only slight constraints of her bikini top, bounced as much as Jake did strapped in the machine.
“We were told to take anything we want from the fridge.” They disappeared into the kitchen and returned clutching ice-creams and cool drinks. “Oh there are bottles of formula there for you and Mrs McKean will come and give you a feed at six apparently.”
Jake gave a pleading look and pointed with his mittened hand at Paula’s ice cream though his eyes were on her naked nipples. “No, no. Not for babies”, she tittered. “Do you want your formula or not?” Jake and Janice reluctantly nodded.
The bouncers were stopped and they were given large baby bottles of formula to clutch between their mittens. They suc-ked on their teats unenthusiastically, watching the girls lick their ice creams. It was so hot the ice creams melted quickly and a couple of girls ended up with cream dripping onto their breasts. “Bet you’d love to lick this off”, Paula said to Jake as she fetched a tissue. Jake was trying, not very successfully, to concentrate on his bottle and not make too much of a connection between the teat he was suc-king on and Paula’s nipples.
As the girls finished their ice creams they smiled at their charges who were dangling in their bouncers. “You know your mothers have contracted us to come here every Saturday on a rota basis and babysit you?” Jake and Janice paused momentarily in their suc-king, as that sank in.
“You know this babysitting club has existed for decades. When we are too old for babysitting there’ll be lots of little girls coming up only too happy to take over.” Jake and Janice chewed hard on the teats.
The bouncers were restarted and the girls stood watching as they supped their cool drinks and giggled at the frilly display. Then they went back to the pool and spent the afternoon swimming and sunbathing as the bouncing babies could do nothing but look on, steaming under their layers of petticoats and thigh tights.
Mrs McKean came at six as promised. The girls watched eagerly as Jake and Janice gratefully took a nipple each and suc-ked contentedly. When they had fed, she told them she would be back for a midnight feed and told the girls to leave bottles of formula in the cot anyway.
Shortly after she left Jake could feel his tummy rumbling. He presumed he had wet his nappy a number of times – he didn’t always notice anymore but his thick nappy felt quite soggy now. He was in a fairly consistent toilet routine now and was due to soil himself in time for his change before bed.
He could tell as Janice shifted uneasily in her bouncer that she must also have established a similar routine. When one of the girls fetched her towel in front of them, she went ‘”ew!” Jake and Janice suc-ked bashfully on their soothers.
“I think it’s changing time”, the girl announced. “Oh give it another half an hour! We’ll change them just before bed at 7”, Paula shouted from the pool. Jake and Janice whimpered as they continued to be bounced in fully messed nappies.
“I don’t know”, came the reluctant response as the girl looked doubtfully at their nappy areas and contemplated the effects of their being bounced up and down. “Check at the top of their tights for any signs of leakage.”
The girl looked carefully under the billowing petticoats. “OK clear so far.” “They’re in those thick nappies for a reason!” Paula shouted. The girls all laughed as they jumped in the pool yet again. Jake and Janice grimaced on each bounce as they felt their mess squish about their bottoms.
It was horrible having their messy nappies changed by former schoolmates but it wasn’t as bad as being bounced up and down in their poo so the teenage babies gratefully cooperated in their changing. They suc-ked contentedly on their soothers as they were cleaned with baby wipes and powdered all over. Jake had to endure more playing with his chastity device as the girls confirmed that it was securely locked in place while he squirmed in discomfort.
The girls helped them into their pink fleecy footed sleepers, tittering as they buttoned them in and tied the simple lace trimmed pink bonnets on their heads. The side bars of Janice’s cot were lowered. “You’ll be cosy in here”, Paula said as she cleared out the dolls and toys to make room for both teenage babies.
Jake and Janice sat in either end. “Now would you like a dolly each?” Paula asked. The alternative was to be in the cot for 12 hours with nothing at all to play with. Jake and Janice nodded. “Which one would you like?” Paula asked Jake. He squirmed as he studied the large choice of dolls available in Janice’s nursery. He wanted a nice cuddly one. Eventually he pointed his mittened hand at a large soft doll in a strawberry sweetheart dress. “Good choice”, Paula giggled as she fetched Jake’s dolly. Janice was similarly embarrassed to have to select a stupid doll but had spent enough long nights in the cot by now to understand that she needed to pick something so eventually pointed to a baby doll.
“And you can choose one rattle”, Paula told them. Jake sighed. Paula helpfully picked up each rattle and shook it to help Jake choose his favourite. When one tinkled he held out his mitten. Paula giggled as she slipped the rattle onto his hand. Janice made her choice and Paula reached for the side bars. The teenage babies suc-ked hard on their soothers, hugged their dollies and tried shaking their rattles as Paula locked the sidebars in place.
Their bottles of formula were placed at either end of the cot. “We’ll see you next week”, Paula told them cheerfully. “And every week after that.” She pulled the curtains across the glass wall, closed the door and rejoined the girls in the pool with a big splash.
Jake and Janice shook their rattles and tried to ignore the screaming, laughing and splashing coming from the pool. “Hey, I found a bottle of vodka!”
Jake removed his soother for a moment and spoke a few rare words. “Any plan to escape?” He replaced his soother immediately, being totally dependent on it now. Janice looked down at her thick nappy bulging under the pink fleece. He could see her flex her hands within the padded mittens and wiggle her feet in the footed sleeper.
She looked at the baby-proof catch on the high side-bars of her cot and then around the nursery at the range of baby dresses on their hangers and the harness dangling on the back of the door. She shook her head, suc-ked hard on her soother and hugged her dolly.
THE END
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That was really last good chapter, sorry it had to end. You should maybe take some time to rest in your heavily diapered & baby dressed moon kingdom so you don't get tired and worn out. :)
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DaraJaney, I'm sorry to see the end of this story. Janice and Jake have had quite a ride. The girls really knew how to give Jake a nice view of the all of their boobs and cause him to be in discomfort. Jake and Janice also had to endure the their bouncers with a messy nappy.
The end result of the day was them being put in Janice's cot for the night, even though it was still light out and they could hear the girls having fun in the pool.
You did a great job with this story, DaraJaney. I can't wait for your next endeavor. 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8)
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DaraJaney,
That was a great finish to a great story.
I can just imagine Jake and Janice's sense of defeat, facing a lifetime of being humiliated babies.
It might be nice to eventually revisit them in the future. Janice's mother most likely set up a trust to fund them staying as babies for the rest of their lives.
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DaraJaney, I agree with dolly bo peep. It would be nice to know what happens to them.
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Jake had settled into his new life and come to accept that his future was in nappies and frilly baby dresses. Life was easier for him if he went along with it and behaved like a good little baby girl. Then his mummy smiled, his sister Diane laughed and he sometimes got little treats like lollipops or a new rattle. If he appeared cross or tried to resist in any way he was given bitter, stringy mush to eat or was left longer in a stinky nappy.
But then one day a crew arrived to install cameras. “You’re going to star on the internet!” his mummy told him. With much drilling, cameras were installed at various vantage points – aimed at his play-pen, cot and changing table. A large screen was also installed in the corner to display the live stream. They tested each camera. For the one pointed at the play-pen he was told to crawl around to ensure that the angle captured his frilly nappy cover beneath his petticoats. Then he had to stand clutching the side bars so they could check his head, including his wide bonnet, was in the frame.
When he was put on the changing table Diane came in to help. Jake was lying on his tummy looking up at the screen as they angled the camera to ensure it could zoom in with his bare bottom perfectly central. Diane watched with amusement as he suc-ked on his soother. “Why don’t you install a camera on this side so we can see the look on his face as he’s having his bottom cleaned and powdered?”, she suggested helpfully.
They agreed that it was a good idea and a camera was brought over for testing. Jake looked on glumly as his face appeared on the screen, framed perfectly by the lace on his bonnet and with his soother bobbing in and out. “If you raise the angle a bit you can get his bare bottom in the same frame”, Diane suggested. The angle was duly raised and now Jake could see his own bottom being powdered by his mummy just over and behind the lace trim of his bonnet and he could observe how he started suc-king harder on his soother.
Another camera pointed at his bouncer and a further one was positioned behind it so his audience outside the window could be seen appreciating the display. Further cameras were installed pointing at his play-pen and cot from lower angles so that he could be observed through the high bars.
When the stream was turned on, a counter recorded the number of viewers currently watching. Jake watched with trepidation as it continued above 100 and then 1000. By his first bottle-feeding in his high-chair it had topped 10,000!
For his first live nappy change he was aware that his mother spent a lot of time cleaning around his chastity device probably making sure that everybody got a good look in case they were in any doubt that this was a boy. When he was instructed to turn over he looked up at the screen to see there were now six digits spinning. He wanted to bury his head but his chin had to rest firmly on his changing table and he had no choice but to watch his own face with his bare bottom in the background.
He couldn’t wait for bedtime but first he had to perform for another nappy change and breast feeding by Mrs McKean which took place right in front of one of the cameras so he could be watched suc-kling in close-up.
Diane tucked him into his cot, propped up nicely on the lacey pillows, stuck a dolly under his arm and a rattle over his mitten before locking the side bars in place. He could see on the screen how pretty he looked, staring up though the lace of his bonnet, suc-king hard on his soother with the fresh memory of Mrs McKean’s ample breasts firmly in his mind. He squirmed and tried to discretely rub the front of his nappy but of course nothing could be felt deep beneath the pink fleecy sleeper, plastic pants and thick nappy and his chastity device was going to ensure he could not respond anyway.
It got darker outside and he desperately hoped for a little privacy when the light proved too little for the cameras to pick up. He watched the picture deteriorate on the screen but then there was a blink. He appeared all too clear again but in monochrome. He realized that the camera had switched to infra-red and he would be observed throughout the night – probably by people in all time zones around the world. There was still a six-digit number in the corner. He suc-ked hard on his soother and hugged his dolly tighter.
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DaraJaney, Thanks for the new chapter. Jake is now an internet sensation. He hates it because now he has no privacy. Can't wait for more. You hold your readers in suspense. 8)
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Jake’s mother came into the nursery as he was sitting in his play-pen trying out a new rattle. “With all of the money we are making with your online presence, we can now afford to employ a nanny for you!” She stood back to allow his new nanny make an entrance.
Paula entered the room with a flourish. She was squeezed into a very tight, low cut, light blue nanny costume with a skimpy white apron. She scampered across the room in stilettos. As she leaned down over his cot Jake looked at the screen showing a camera behind her and her stockings and suspenders were revealed.
His member struggled within the chastity device as he observed how her breasts were only just held in and the top lace trim of her black bra peeped out. “Now let’s get you into your high-chair for your breakfast!” she declared.
She minced around making sure he was securely strapped in before bending over in front of him to pick up his large bottle of formula. He squirmed as he saw how her suspender straps strained at the top of her seamed stockings.
She held his bottle up and popped his soother out. She ensured that her boobs were well presented in front of him as she slipped the teat between his lips. He couldn’t avoid thinking of suc-king on her nipple instead of the teat. He tried to look away but couldn’t help looking at the big screen which only presented him with another angle in which he could be seen suc-king on the teat with her breasts right in line with his mouth. It seemed to take an age for him to finish the large bottle of thick formula.
When it came to his first nappy change by his new nanny, Paula was determined to put on a good show. Lots of bending over as she retrieved his clean nappy and plastic pants from a drawer.
As he lay back with his nappy removed she made a great play of surprise seeing his chastity device. He could only lie back and suc-k hard on his soother as she turned it this way and that, making sure anyone watching could see how his member pressed desperately against the transparent hard plastic tube, curved frustratingly downwards. She demonstrated how securely the attached ring was locked behind his testicles.
Then she revealed that the key had been entrusted to her. Jake couldn’t avoid the desperate hope that she would unlock it. But she took the key between two fingers and slipped it into the tight breast pocket of her nanny’s uniform. Jake squirmed in frustration.
“Now turn over”, she instructed him. He did as he was told and presented his bare bottom to her. She came around in front of him and looked him in the face. “I’ll be taking very good care of your health”, she told him. “I’ll be checking your temperature at each nappy change.” She flourished a rectal thermometer. Jake sphincter automatically clenched.
She disappeared behind the rim of his bonnet but he could see how the screen showed that angle that included his face surrounded by his lace-trimmed bonnet with his bare bottom in clear view behind.
“Now relax sweetie” she told him as he watched her dip the thermometer in lubricant. There was no chance of that. But there was no resisting the rectal thermometer as she gently pushed it in. “Nnngghh!” “There we go!” she said brightly.
She came around in front of him again. “See I have this chart with the days of the week on it and room to write in your temperature for every nappy change!” Jake glanced momentarily at the chart which had about 30 lines for entries on the page and couldn’t help noticing that it was only the top page on a thick sheaf. But his eyes reverted to the screen where the thermometer could be seen poking out of his rectum and jiggling slightly as his sphincter flinched, trying in vain to find a comfortable way of accommodating the intruder.
After his first day under his new nanny’s care, as she leaned into his cot to tuck him in, giving him a close up view of her ample breasts that would keep him awake, squirming for the next few hours, he figured he would eventually get used to her presence.
Inevitably though, the next morning as she seemed to deliberately keep spooning him his mushy baby food at a rapid rate so she got a small stain on her uniform when he spluttered a little. “Oh my! That won’t do!” Jake looked on puzzled at her over-reaction to a small spot on her dress.
She proceeded to unzip her tight uniform and stepped out of it, revealing her skimpy and lacey black bra and panties as well as her suspenders and stockings. “This will have to go in the wash immediately”, she announced as she minced off in her stilettos.
When she returned to Jake, desperately suc-king on his soother and squirming from the immense pressure deep in his nappy, she told him not to worry as she slipped the key from his chastity device into her bra cup.
“Unfortunately the drier is broken so it will take all day for my uniform to dry”, she told him as she bent over to pick up his bottle of formula. “Still, you don’t mind do you?” She smiled as she presented him with the teat of his bottle positioned right in front of her breasts which seemed to defy gravity in being barely held in by the thin strip of lacey bra.
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Love this story!!!! Please keep it going!!!!
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Fantastic story, DaraJaney! Thank you for all your contributions to the community.
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Jake had been kept almost entirely in his nursery since the cameras had been installed in order to maintain the 24-hour demand for entertainment. So he was surprised when Paula came into the nursery pushing the big old pram. She was dressed normally in a sweater and jeans. Jake supposed that her sexy nanny costume was not deemed suitable for a trip outdoors.
It was some relief for him that he didn’t have to watch her walking around all day in her stockings and suspenders and stilettos but the tight sweater did emphasise her ample breasts quite well.
He had mixed emotions about being brought out in the pram. It would be nice to get out of the confines of the nursery for a while but it did mean exposure to the public – depending on whether Paula would leave the netting down or not. Then he realized that it meant a lot less people seeing him than on the internet!
So he scrambled to his feet willingly when Paula opened the side bars of his play-pen and he waddled over to the pram. She helped him climb in and settle himself into the opened-up base of the large old-fashioned pram.
She fluffed up the lace-trimmed pillows behind him and drew the pink blanket over him tucking him in up to the waist but leaving the upper part of his dress and his puffed sleeves over the top. She tucked a large doll under his left arm and pressed the ring of a rattle over the mitten on his right hand. Then she raised the hood of the pram.
“Smile!” she prompted him. He looked up and saw that a little camera had been clamped to the edge of the hood pointing down at him. He looked at the big screen and saw himself in his pink baby dress, face framed prettily by his lace-trimmed bonnet, suc-king on his soother and clutching his dolly and rattle.
“It’s wireless and has a range of mile which will include the park where we are going”, she informed him. The picture on the screen changed and it was obvious there was a second camera pointing the other way from the hood and Paula could be seen in the screen smiling down on him as she threw his changing bag over her shoulder and tucked his large bottle of formula into the end pocket. “All set!”
Jake suc-ked unhappily on his soother realizing that he would be exposed to the public locally and on the internet at the same time. As he was pushed out the driveway he wondered if she would pull down the netting to give him some privacy.
He whimpered through his soother as he realized that there was no netting there. He was going to be on view all the time. “I’ve arranged to meet other friends in the park who are also nannies”, she told him as if he should be excited by this.
As he was pushed down the street he heard a lady call “oh is that Baby Jake?” He cringed in the pram and hugged his dolly tightly. Soon she appeared in front of the pram. “Oh isn’t he adorable! Such a pretty bonnet. Are you off to the park?” Paula nodded. “It’s very busy down there, it’s such a lovely day.” Jake squirmed in the pram.
As he was pushed in the gate of the park he realized that he had just wet his nappy. He wasn’t sure when that had happened. He was somewhat grateful for his extra thick nappy at that point. “There they are!” Paula waved excitedly.
Jake braced himself as she manoeuvred the pram beside the bench they were sitting on, facing the playground. Her two friends came around in front of the pram. “Oh look at him! What a pretty dress!” “He really loves that dolly – he’s holding her so tightly!” “Wave to my friends”, Paul instructed him. He shook his rattle and they clapped delightedly.
Their two charges came running over. “Look at the big baby in his pram!” Jake cringed as the two girls came over. One looked about three and the other about six. They giggled. “Why is he wearing a dress?” the little girl asked. “And a filly pink bonnet!” the other added. “Doesn’t he look pretty?” Paula asked. The girls laughed.
“Why is he dressed like a baby and in a pram?” the little girl persisted. “Because he needs to wear a nappy”, Paula told her. The girl made a face and Jake tried to sink further into his pram. “I don’t need to wear a nappy!” “No you don’t”, her nanny confirmed. “You’re a big girl now.”
“Would you like to give Baby Jake his bottle of formula?” Paula asked them. “Yes me!” they both insisted but the six year old got the bottle first. She leaned into the pram and pulled Jake’s soother out before replacing it with the teat of his bottle. He started suc-king. “Baby’s feeding alright!” she announced.
“Baby Jake doesn’t always like his formula so make sure he takes it all”, Paula told her. The girl held it firmly in his mouth. “Let me, let me!” The three-year-old demanded after a few minutes. “You can’t reach!” the older girl warned her. “Here I’ll hold you up.” The little girl pushed the teat back into Jake’s mouth and giggled as he resumed suc-king.
As ever the thick formula seemed to take ages to finish. The girls kept holding the bottle upright to check how much was left and Jake cringed each time as he saw how slowly it was going down. His jaw hurt but the teat was pushed back into mouth each time without much of a break.
Eventually he finished the bottle and the girls went back to the playground. But no sooner were they gone than a pair of teenage girls approached. “Can we take Baby Jake around the park?” “Good idea”, Paula agreed. “Take him down to the duck pond and then to the fountain.” The girls grabbed the handle of the pram and started to push him off. Jake just suc-ked on his soother unable to protest or do anything about it.
“Do bring him back if he soils his nappy”, Paula shouted after them, causing him to look about anxiously to see who might have heard. The girls giggled. “I have his changing bag here”, Paula held it up for all to see. “What if he wets his nappy?” they asked. “Oh I’m sure he’s wet it already and he’s just had a full bottle of formula. You don’t have to worry about his wetting, he’s a fine thick nappy there.” The girls laughed and pushed him off.
They didn’t take as much care as Paula and his pram bounced on its springs as they rushed along not avoiding any bumps in the path. He bladder was already protesting and the bumping around didn’t help at all. There was really no point in holding it in so he just flooded his nappy again. He looked up anxiously at the girls wondering if they would notice. But the warmth spread around his nappy unnoticed by anyone beneath his plastic pants, tights, nappy cover, baby dress and pink blanket.
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DaraJaney, thanks for another great chapter about Jake's adventures.
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Now that Jake had a full-time nanny in the voluptuous form of Paula, he saw less and less of this mother. When he did see her she was always wearing expensive looking clothes and she seemed to be taking a lot of short trips abroad. It appeared to him that she was doing rather well out of the profits of his internet appearances.
She came in to the nursery one morning accompanied by Paula. His mother was wearing an expensive suit and Paula was in her skimpy nanny’s uniform, the tops of her suspenders and black stockings stretching to their limit as she sat in the chair next to his play-pen. His mother was holding a folder of official looking papers.
“I just want you to know that you have nothing to worry about sweetie”, his mother told him as he paused his play to listen, rattle held in mid-air. “I have set up a trust fund for you. Ten per cent of the profits from our internet site will be paid in to ensure that you will have all the baby dresses and nappies you need and we can refurbish your nursery regularly.” Jake didn’t feel particularly re-assured.
“Of course your mummy won’t live forever but we have even made arrangements for that. We have drawn up an agreement with Paula here that she will get this house as long as she continues to look after you as your nanny!”
Paula smiled as she looked about the house and garden. All she had to do was keep Jake in nappies and baby dresses and change his nappies and feed him and all this would be hers! She smiled down at Jake in his pen with a look of determination.
“We have the agreement here and we are about to sign it. Once that is done you won’t have another care in the world. You can just play with your rattles and dolls, sure that you will be kept in baby dresses – by which I mean you will be supplied with baby dresses.” She thought about it. “I suppose it can have both meanings really”, she giggled and Paula smiled more broadly. “You won’t ever have to worry about using the bathroom again!”
She took a pen and signed the doc-ument. Jake scrambled to his feet and clutched the side-bars of his pen. “Nnnngggghhh!” She handed the doc-ument to Paula and she signed with a flourish. “There! All done!” Jake looked on helplessly and suc-ked hard on his soother as his future was determined.
Mrs McKean came into the room with a bottle of champagne and three glasses. She popped the cork. They cheered. Jake watched as they filled three glasses, clinked them and threw them back.
Mrs McKean looked down on the dumb-struck boy in his pretty baby dress and bonnet, his thick nappy protruding as always below his petticoats and smiled. “Don’t worry sweetie. You won’t be left out.” She started to unbutton her blouse.
Jake didn’t want to feed but she made him climb up on her lap. They started talking about going out for dinner which made Jake hungry and left him wondering when he would be fed again if they went out so he reluctantly started suc-kling. “There’s a good baby!” Jake shifted in discomfort as his member pressed frustratedly against the chastity device. He was clearly never going to get used to this.
“Sorry no champagne for you!” she told him. “Well not until your next feed this evening!”. She pointedly threw back another glass of champagne and they all laughed. “You really shouldn’t drink when you are breast feeding” his mother mock-scolded her. They were totally giggling now.
“Of course I can’t keep this up forever”, Mrs McKeen said, “however much I love it” and she oohed and aahed at the thrill of having this teenage boy suc-king on her breast while Jake just felt the dull pressure deep in his nappy. “We can get him a wet nurse no problem”, his mother reassured them.
“The other news is that I’m taking a six-month world tour!” his mother continued. Jake paused suc-kling for a moment. “Where are you going again?” Paula asked her. “Oh, San Tropez, Sorrento, Hollywood, Rio … I can’t remember them all.” They all raised their glasses again as it became clear to Jake where the other ninety per cent of the profits were going.
“Are we ready to go out?” his mother asked. Jake hurried his suc-kling, needing to make sure he got a good feed before they left. “I need to change”, Paula told them and Mrs McKean settled down to let him continue. “The others from the baby-sitting club will be looking after you”, Paula told him.
He was just back in his play-pen when he heard the excited giggling of the baby-sitters approaching. They came into the nursery. “There’s our little baba!” “Oh what a pretty dress!” “OMG that nappy!” “He’s just been fed”, Mrs McKean told them as she buttoned up her blouse. They burst out laughing.
The dinner party left him in the company of four baby-sitters. “Pool!” one of them shouted as soon as the others had left and they started to take off their clothes. They laid out their bikinis and started to strip down to their underwear. One of the girls paused before pulling down her panties. “Should we be doing this in front of the baby?” Another girl responded “oh don’t worry, he can’t get any arousal – we’ll show you later when we’re changing him.”
So they all continued to remove their bras and panties and then took their time getting into the bikinis. They charged off to the pool leaving Baby Jake to try to distract himself from the images he’d just seen which were causing him more discomfort and he focused on his rattles and dollies before the reality of his future hit him. He was suc-king hard on his soother. He tugged at his mittens for the millionth time but there was no removing them. He was helpless to change his future which was now clearly determined.
THE END (again!)
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An entire lifetime now as a baby girl? I doubt Jake would have ever believed it would end like this when he unwillingly began his modelling career.
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While permanent babyhood may be Jake's unfortunate future, he certainly won't be alone. Janice's mother invested too much for her fate to be other than permanent infancy. With his internet popularity, Jake should have other friends soon. Maybe even a play group with other souls suffering a similar fate in the surrounding area whose "caretakers" have been inspired by Jake's notoriety. And no, this is not a request for a second rebirth of this excellent tale. Many thanks for your Herculean writing efforts DaraJaney!
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DaraJaney, that was a great story and I am sorry to see it end. Hopefully, you will start another story real soon.
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darajaney....
your stories just rock. i have spent more than one afternoon binging several of them until i read them all. and having read them all, i have noticed a minor problem with a couple, this one included.
on more than one occasion, and using this one as an example, there are times when you drop a plot element into a story with no lead up, and no real aftermath. the couple of occasions you've done it, left sort of an 'empty spot' in the story. for example, in this one, you had the social worker come and check on Jake for what is ultimately a pretty big turning point. however, she came, did her thing, and left, and what could've been a very exciting scene, was merely left as sort of, "there. that's over. deal with it." true, overall a very small part of a big story, but your overall quality is better than that. but again, recall.... i REALLY love your stories.
now since you seem open to suggestions, there are elements in this story, and perhaps future stories, that could be addressed. for example, hands. Jake's hands have been under restraint for a VERY long time. at no point in the story do you hint that he's had proper use of them since his initial dressing in them. well, it might be 'fun' at some point for it to be discovered that his hand muscles have atrophied to the point of near uselessness. imagine his reaction.
also, there might be something done about his teeth. on basically a soft food diet, there might be some vitamin deficiency where his teeth get looser and looser. a dentist could declare they can't be saved. reactions would be nice to see all around. and don't forget Jake's 'girlfriend' either.
last thing, and this isn't just a thing with your stories but stories of this type in general. the pacifier's and speech. no kid Jake's age is just going to grunt through a paci when severe life changes are happening to him. there are going to be some real vocal protests against them, unless there are very direct punishments to 'train' them not to speak, or maybe ONE BIG punishment, of surgically altering his tongue and/or vocal cords.
all that being said, i hope you took the criticism as it was intended, in a friendly way, and by all means, PLEASE KEEP UP THE GREAT WORK.
THANK YOU FOR YOUR IMMENSE EFFORTS IN THIS! YOU ARE APPRECIATED!
Fondly,
Juliet
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Hi Juliet,
Many thanks for your kind and encouraging comments. I'm sure there are many plot holes, especially when I return to a story after a break. Some stories are well planned out and others I just make up as I go along.
I probably balk at some of the more extreme physical alterations that you suggest. And for me the idea of being a fully formed teenage boy trapped having to act as a baby girl can be more appealing than being made more like a baby. But I have ventured into that area with forced baby talk so you never know.
DaraJ
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Such a great story. I can see Dara hasn't posted in a while, and it's not usually this long, so I hope everything is okay. She has given so many so much pleasure on this site, I really hope whatever she's doing she's happy and healthy.
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Hmm given that Jake's nursery and even prams even are set up to be live streamed 24/7 at Janice’s nursery too so now so the pair won't go offline togather? :)
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I just finished reading this story and it was another great story that you have written.
The only question I have is the motive of Jake's mother. Unless she had the internet video planned from the start, there appeared to be little reason to have Jake continue in his diapers and dresses.
Regardless, it was a very good story and I look forward to more stories from you.