Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
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A group of five mums from the same town had become very friendly because their babies were all in the same creche. At weekends they usually got together in the local park and they decided to vacation together at the start of the summer holidays.
Angie had found a special holiday service for mothers and babies. A centre where two young ladies would look after and entertain their little charges while the mums hiked, swam and did arts and crafts projects. Their hubbies were only too happy to get away together for a corresponding golfing week in Scotland.
The mothers had arranged to gather at Angie’s and form a convoy for the long drive to the resort. Hilda arrived first, her baby safely strapped into a booster seat in the back. “Is your sister, Emma, coming with us?” she asked Angie. “Yes, I think so. She just had to arrange for her son Robert to go to summer camp.”
“So she doesn’t have a baby to bring?” Hilda asked. “No, but she’s so friendly with you all she is keen to join us. Since her husband left, she’s been in need of the company.”
Laura, Sue and Maggie turned up and parked. Emma was a few minutes late but eventually pulled into the kerb. Angie approached the car. “Sorry I’m late”, Emma apologised, “we had a little delay.” We? Angie was puzzled. She noticed there was somebody in the back seat.
Emma got out and opened the back door. Angie’s jaw dropped. There appeared to be a baby strapped into a large booster seat in the back. Had Emma kidnapped a baby to bring? But then she noticed this was no ordinary baby.
“Oh my god is that Robert?” Emma smiled and nodded. Robert was wearing a pink frilly dress and matching bonnet and was desperately struggling against the straps of his booster seat. “Mmmppfff!” He had a large soother in his mouth and eventually Angie realised that it was held in place with a transparent plastic strap.
Robert pawed desperately at the catch on the straps going over his chest. But he had fingerless mittens on his hands so he couldn’t undo the baby-proof catch. As he wriggled, he kicked his legs, which Angie could now see were clad in pink tights with pink fleece booties over his feet.
“Well, he refused to go to summer camp”, Emma explained. “He thinks that at 14 he’s too old. I was considering trusting him on his own but then I heard he was organising for friends to come over. So in the end I decided that I had to bring him with me.”
“But …” Angie was about to pose some obvious questions.
“I’ve arranged it with the two ladies at the centre” Emma continued. “With a little supplementary payment they are happy to look after him just like the real babies.” Angie didn’t know what to say.
The others were curious and now approached the car. Angie stepped back so they could see. Robert had given up his pointless struggling and now sat dejected with his arms resting on the layers of petticoats poufed under his dress.
Emma explained to the other mums as she had to Angie. “Brilliant!” They laughed their approval of adding ‘Baby Bobbie” to the party. “What a pretty dress!”. “Well, I always wanted a baby girl to dress up but his father didn’t want another baby”, Emma explained. “It’s amazing what you can buy on the internet these days - baby dresses in just about any size!”
So the ladies eventually climbed into their cars after a final check on their real babies. Robert desperately wriggled in his booster seat as his mum pulled away but was firmly strapped in. “This will teach you not to try to outwit your mum! Why don’t you play with your toys there – it’s going to be a long trip” she advised him. He looked dubiously at the line of rattles and balls strung across the car in front of him.
The cars gathered at the exit from the car park to make sure they got away in convoy. Robert could see that the booster seat meant he was nicely displayed to anyone who should pull up beside them. There was no place to hide. Maggie looked across and smiled at his pink petticoated dress, noticing the puffed sleeves now and the pretty lace trim on his bonnet.
Robert saw her smiling and tried to use the brim of his bonnet to shield himself. As they sat in crowded lanes of traffic approaching the motorway, he tried the same trick. Any time he turned his head slightly to see what was happening he saw people staring from adjacent cars, bursting into laughter and pointing.
He knew his outfit was even more ridiculously babyish that anything a mum would dress a real baby girl in these days. The very conspicuous bonnet attracted people’s attention first, but it didn’t take them long to realise that this was a very big baby. His only meagre consolation was that they probably couldn’t tell he was a boy in a frilly pink baby dress. He supposed the upside of the large soother strapped into his mouth was that less of his face was visible.
He looked down at his pink dress, his pink tights and booties and cursed how his mother found this large booster seat for a disabled kid who had outgrown it. His mum smiled at him in her rear-view mirror where she could see his bonnet-framed face off to one side.
They eventually made it onto the motorway in convoy and built up speed. After about 30 minutes Emma heard the sound of rattles in the back and smiled at Baby Bobbie who, bored with the motorway, finally deigned to try out his baby toys for the want of anything better to do. But they couldn’t prevent him becoming more gloomy as he was driven further and further away from home and his proper clothes.
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What a great opening this is! No build up this time! Robert's starting out as a sweet little baby.
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DaraJaney,
Hurray! You have started a new story and our protagonist is already dressed as a baby girl in frilly pink dress with lots of petticoats, lace trimmed bonnet, pink tights, hands helpless in fingerless mittens, in mother's car strapped in a baby seat on a long ride to a resort where he will be treated like a baby girl with 5 real babies as companions.
I'm looking forward to your next chapter.
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Robert could see no clock, strapped as he was into his booster seat, but after what must have been at least a couple of hours the lead car pulled off into a services area. They were able to park alongside each other close to a washroom block. Angie approached their car. “A few nappy changes needed”, she explained. Emma turned to look into the back seat. “Oh yes, how are you doing?”, she asked Robert
Robert looked at the floor and appeared to suc-k on his soother. “Is he in a nappy?” Angie asked, astonished. “Well of course!” Emma confirmed chuckling. It was clear to both of them that he had used it. “That explained the whimpering about 30 minutes ago”, his mother recalled.
“Come on then”, she leaned in and easily snapped the straps open so Robert could get out. “Mmmpppfff!” he complained and looked around with concern. This washroom block was well away from the other services and he couldn’t see anyone around except his audience of mums extracting their babies from their cars. He was grateful they had set off so early in the day.
“If you want your nappy changed you have to get out”, his mother emphasised. His nappy had already gone cold and he reckoned he’d better go now when there was nobody around. The other mums all giggled as his petticoats stuck up at the back revealing a frilly nappy cover before he could push his dress down to hide it. His mum took a changing bag from the back seat and threw it over her shoulder.
They let his mother lead him first by the hand so they could watch his slight waddle and admire his long legs under his short dress in their pink tights and his booties. “How did you get him into those clothes?” Angie asked.
“Well, luckily he sleeps in only boxer shorts. He’s so slow to wake up that I had them whipped off and pinned him in the nappy before he knew what was going on. My cleaner, Olga, helped. She got the mittens strapped over his hands and it was relatively easy after that. I think Olga was fed up having to clean such a mess in his bedroom every week that she was happy to get her own back on him. Mind you, getting him into those pink tights wasn’t easy. You can imagine how much he resisted”, she chuckled.
He was led towards the baby changing room. There were two changing tables adjacent. “He’ll probably fit across the two tables but why don’t the rest of you go first – that’ll be more efficient two at a time” his mother suggested and they readily agreed. So Robert had to stand in his cold wet nappy while the real babies were changed first.
Laura fed her baby a bottle while they waited. “Good idea” his mum commented as she reached into his changing bag and removed a baby bottle of milk. Robert sighed. She unstrapped his soother and let it hang on the ribbon pinned to the frilly collar of his dress.
Robert desperately exercised his jaw now that he was free from the mortifying soother. His mother held the baby bottle towards his mouth. “No!” he stepped back. “There’s at least another two hours to go – you need a drink” his mother reasoned but he held up a mitten to block her.
“Well you won’t get your nappy changed until you have your bottle”, she insisted. Robert sighed heavily. His mother pushed the teat towards his lips and this time met no resistance. He started suc-king. The mums giggled.
He was grateful that they filled the changing room so nobody else could come in and witness his humiliation. Hilda returned from the Ladies toilet. “There’s quite a queue – as always – for the Ladies now.” She looked at Robert and grinned at his nappy. “Aren’t you lucky! You can go whenever you want.” They all laughed.
When Robert had finished his bottle his mother went to push the soother back in his mouth. He resisted. “Do you want me to strap it in again?” she asked. Robert reckoned that was not desirable and shook his head. She pushed the soother in again and met no resistance. She watched him for a moment. He suc-ked on the soother to demonstrate he would keep it there, however reluctantly.
But now he realised he would look like he was happy to suc-k on a soother. The strap, when people saw it, made it clear it was involuntary. But he really didn’t want the discomfort of it strapped in constantly so he just accepted it.
His turn to have his nappy changed came at last. He’d never have thought he would be grateful to climb up on a changing table but he was anxious to get the cold wet nappy off. The other mums watched eagerly. “Hold up your petticoats” his mother instructed him and he obliged. She pulled down his frilly nappy cover and then his pink tights. “An old fashioned cloth nappy and plastic pants!” Maggie observed. “None of your disposables for us!” his mother confirmed as she peeled off his wet plastic pants.
Robert cringed as he lifted his bottom to facilitate it. The mums giggled as his mother undid the nappy pins with their pink plastic tips. There were gasps as she removed his nappy and revealed the chastity device locked tightly over his boy parts.
“I assured the young ladies at the centre that there was no danger of this teenage boy getting aroused while they changed his nappy”, his mother explained. They all pressed in for a closer look. Robert stared at the ceiling and suc-ked on his soother as he continued to hold his petticoats up – the contrast between the many layers of clothes on his upper half and his totally naked and exposed lower half was causing him to cringe.
His mother cleaned him with baby wipes and sponged around his chastity device before allowing the ladies to reach in and examine the device more closely. They saw how it was secured in place with a ring behind his testicles with the small restrictive tube attached with a little padlock.
His mother took the baby powder. “Oh can I do that?” Sue asked. “Sure”, his mother handed her the powder. Robert cringed again as the very attractive mum used her hands to spread the powder around his groin and bottom. He tried to think of something else but there was no avoiding his boy parts reacting. But then they were met by the hard plastic barrier. He whimpered as his member pressed vainly against the plastic tube.
“Oh look, it’s working”, Sue observed and they all crowded in to see it working as he felt the dull sensation of his thwarted arousal. “Turn over!” He was only too happy to hide the embarrassment and have his bottom powdered in front of all these ladies instead.
Eventually his mother was able to pin a clean cloth nappy around his lower parts and then pull up his plastic pants. The ladies giggled as she pushed his legs up in the air to check his nappy was all tucked inside the elasticated leg openings. She was doing a thorough job of it.
Maggie volunteered to pull on his pink tights, pulled his frilly nappy cover up over them and tied his booties with their pink bow. His mother took his hand as they left the baby changing room. The services were getting busier now and people they passed stared at the big baby passing by in the ridiculously sissy clothes.
Robert focussed on the car and tried not to notice the nudging, pointing and laughter as he passed by. He was only too happy to climb into the car. “Oh my god look at those frilly knickers”, he heard behind as he leaned over to get into the car seat. He cringed and resolved to try to bend over less.
“Up into the booster seat”, his mother instructed. “Nnnnggghhh!” he protested. He would much rather sit on the other side of the back seat where he was less visible. “Now get in your seat”, his mother insisted. “Your toys are set up there right in front of it.” Robert reluctantly sat into the booster seat and his mother strapped him in tightly.
As his mother prepared to drive off, passers by leaned down for a good look in the window at the big baby in the frilly pink dress and bonnet, suc-king on a soother.
They pulled out into the motorway again. It wasn’t long before his mother heard the rattles behind as he tried to distract himself. She checked the rear view to satisfy herself that he was still suc-king on his soother.
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Impressive writing please you go on. I hope the female workers at the centre are cruel bullies who will tease and torment the poor sissy
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DaraJaney,
I really enjoyed this chapter. You waited until this chapter to reveal the plastic pants, cloth nappies and chastity cage.
"Baby Bobbie" is enduring a lot of humiliation already and hasn't even arrived at the resort yet.
I'm glad I put on a fresh disposable diaper before I started reading the chapter - it's wetter now.
I'm looking forward to your next chapter and make sure that I'm properly diapered before reading it.
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When they arrived at the destination, two very attractive young ladies stepped out to meet them. They cooed at their new young charges as they were lifted from their cars. They approached his mother’s car. “So where is our extra special baby?”
They looked in the back. “Oh my goodness! You didn’t tell us he was going to be dressed so prettily!” His mother explained again her desire for a baby girl.
As Robert stepped from the car Monica knelt in front of him. “Oh let’s smooth down your pretty petticoats.” “Lovely pink tights!” Norma observed. Monica straightened his bonnet and tweaked his nose. “We are going to have such fun, aren’t we?” Robert just suc-ked on his soother. “I see we are already enjoying our binkie!” she flicked the ring on his soother playfully.
Robert looked at his mother hoping she would explain that he was compelled to keep his soother in or have it strapped in but she was content to let them think he was happily suc-king on it.
They were led into the playroom. Robert looked around at the baby toys, play pens, rocking horse and high chairs. Were they really going to keep him here all week? Surely this was an elaborate joke.
The real babies toddled around trying out the toys. Robert just stood there. “Why don’t you try the rocking horse”, Monica suggested. He didn’t really want to but she was pretty and had a lovely smile and he wanted to please her. He climbed onto the rocking horse.
“Go on then.” He had to lean forward to place his mittens on the handles either side of the horse’s head. He heard giggling behind as his petticoats rode up and revealed his frilly nappy cover. The horse rocked forward and he leaned back and it rocked back – his petticoats fluttered a little as he went back and down.
Monica smiled so he continued rocking as they all looked around the nursery. They constantly glanced back at him unable to really believe that they had a teenage boy in a frilly baby dress, bonnet, pink tights and booties, pinned in a nappy, playing on a rocking horse while suc-king on a soother.
“You’re not really going to keep him in nappies and the baby dress all week, are you?” Angie asked her sister out of his earshot. Emma acted like she was surprised by the question. “Of course I am. I don’t have any other clothes for him with me. Serves him right – he should have just gone to camp like I told them.”
Monica had overheard the exchange. “We don’t mind. It’ll be amusing treating him just like a baby all week. There are no Gents toilets here anyway and I’m sure you don’t want a teenage boy messing up the pristine Ladies.” They nodded agreement at that. “So it’s nappies for him all week. You’ve already paid us the extra money anyway.” They watched him rocking on the horse. “He seems to have settled in alright”, she tittered.
The mothers were shown the nursery in an adjacent windowed room clearly visible from the play room. “We had a double cot for twins so when we remove the divider in the middle it’s just perfect for our big baby”, Norma explained. “Will he have the same bedtime as the real babies?” “Oh yes”, his mother agreed, “no special treatment.”
“Well it must be feeding time!” Monica announced. There were a couple of high chairs and what looked like a table with three seats stuck into it. The real babies were lifted and deposited in the high chairs and into the feeding table. Robert was relieved that he couldn’t possible fit either.
“We searched around”, Monica said as she walked towards the kitchen, “and found this big old wooden high chair that I think might do the job. Robert looked crestfallen as the large old high chair was wheeled in. Norma pushed him towards it. Monica swung the tray which tipped up to one side. The two of them took an arm each and manoeuvred Robert into the seat. It was a tight fit. Monica swung the tray back in place and it pinned slightly against his tummy. He heard it click in place. He couldn’t see how to unlock it. The mechanism must have been under the tray.
“Perfect”, Monica announced happily. She looked to his mother. “The same food as the real babies then?” “Yes absolutely – I don’t want you to go to special trouble on his behalf. The same food, just more of it!”
So they wheeled Robert over between the two other high chairs. The real babies giggled at the teenage boy confined to a high chair for feeding just like them. The babies inserted into the table seats could actually handle their own spoons. Robert could not, with his hands strapped into the mittens so Monica spoon-fed him.
He was hungry so he didn’t resist even though the food was horrible. Still, she insisted on playing ‘airplanes’ with him. “Open wide”, she instructed as she held the spoon of baby food up in front of him. He had little choice but to play along “good baby!” They were all highly amused by this.
“Nappy changes before bed time”, Norma announced. Monica looked questioningly at Robert. “Does Baby Bobbie need changing?” He hadn’t wanted to draw attention to his wet nappy but his crestfallen look confirmed it.
Since he once again needed the two adjacent changing tables to accommodate him, he had to wait until last. Of course, his member responded as the pretty Monica changed his nappy. “Just as well you’ve taken precautions”, she giggled as she observed his member pressing desperately against the hard plastic.
“I’m going to remove the hair around his nappy area and use this cream to retard growth”, she explained to his mother who nodded. So his nether regions stung as he was led into the nursery and towards his double-sized cot. He was sniffling and suc-king on his soother as he realised that the shaving of his nappy area pretty much confirmed this was no joke and he was going to be in nappies all week.
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Really humiliating hope Monica and Norma start to bully and tease him badly when mommy leave him with them
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This is great fun :)
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Robert saw that the real babies were already tucked in. His mother produced a short pink nightie and pulled it over his head. Monica lowered the side of the cot and he climbed in. It was clear by now that resistance was futile. Monica pulled the side bars up and bolted them in place. Norma fluffed up two lace trimmed pillows as he lay his head back on them.
His mother took the fleece blanket and pulled it up over his chest and tucked it under his arms leaving the top of his pink nightie with its lace collar and lace-trimmed short sleeves visible.
They all gathered around his cot and looked down on him. He suc-ked self-consciously on his soother. Monica disappeared for a moment and returned with his bonnet. “This will complete the picture.” Robert frowned as she placed it on his head and tied the pink ribbon under his chin but all the mothers cooed their approval. Many of them took out their phones and took pictures much to his horror.
Norma tucked a big doll under his arm. “Squeeze her!” she instructed. Robert did as he was told. “I love you”, emitted from the doll. They all giggled. “She says something different every time”, Norma explained. She nodded at him to hug the doll again. He did. “I want to play!” Monica strung a line of rattles across his cot and they started to leave the room. Robert was relieved to be finally left in peace.
As Robert lay back in his cot suc-king on his soother, realising it was going to be a long night, he noticed the mirror. It was angled between the wall and ceiling and he could see in it the reflection of Monica sitting down at a desk. Obviously, she could see them all lined up in the cots from her desk thanks to the mirror.
He could also see his own reflection in it. He could see himself in the middle of the line of cots – like just another baby – except for his size. A couple of the babies were already nodding off. A couple slapped at their rattles.
He could see himself in his pink nightie, suc-king on his soother, his face prettily framed by his lace-trimmed bonnet and the doll tucked under his arm. Was he supposed to keep his soother in all night? Monica would be able to see if he spat it out so he decided to play it safe and keep it in.
He wasn’t the least bit tired. He looked at the rattles strung out in front of him. He experimented by slapping one of them and little bells tinkled. Monica looked up from her desk and smiled. Having tried each of the rattles to hear the different sounds he squeezed the doll. “I love my mummy!” A big grin went across Monica’s face. She was so pretty.
Inevitably after a few hours lying there, pressure built on his bladder. Lying back in the cot he’d also had time to realise that he was going to have to poop at some point. Were they really going to make him poop his nappy? All the indications were that he was going to be kept in nappies and dressed as a baby girl for the rest of the week.
Eventually he had to let go and flood his nappy. When he was sure he was done he tried waving into the mirror at Monica. She didn’t notice though. He bashed the loudest rattle and she looked up. He waved and she waved back. He sighed. He pointed a mittened hand at his lower parts. She got the message.
She came quietly into the nursery and whispered “does Baby Bobbie need his nappy changed?” Robert nodded, still suc-king on his soother. Monica sniffed. “Just a number 1 is it?” Robert nodded again.
She lowered the side of his cot and held back his pink blanket while he stepped out. He climbed up on the changing table. He lay back and tried not to think too much about it as Monica changed his nappy. He knew his member was trying to enlarge but she gracefully ignored it and soon he was powdered and pinned into a nice dry nappy.
He went back and climbed into his cot. She tucked him in and replaced the side bars. He watched her return to the desk in the mirror.
He started to nod off eventually but didn’t sleep soundly due to the unfamiliar discomfort of his thick cloth nappy. He was unsure what he remembered in the morning. He thought he remembered noticing Monica do her final check before switching out the light at her desk. He suc-ked on his soother a few times before realising what he was doing. He thought he recalled feeling the soother being pushed back into his mouth at some stage during the night or had he dreamt it?
Either way he was soon distracted by concern that he needed to poo. He looked up at the mirror but there was nobody at the desk. He could only see himself in his cot in the middle of the row of babies. He curled up sideways in his cot.
He pushed a little and a stool slid out into his nappy. He pushed again and a lot of poo came out. The last emerged with a bit of a splosh which made him cringe. He suc-ked hard on his soother and sniffled. How long would he have to wait in his mess?
The babies started stirring. Some time later he heard a door open. Norma came in. She went to the first cot. “Mmmmpppff!” Robert called from his cot. “I’ll get to you in turn”, Norma insisted. She lifted the baby from the first cot and took him towards the changing table. Robert had to lie there in his mess and wait.
Despite his insistent moans through his soother Norma took the girl from the next cot and changed her. Then there was the girl in the third cot. Finally, she got to Robert. “Oh you have an extra present for me do you?” He was even more mortified having his bottom wiped but Norma was business-like about it.
He was put back in his cot while the last two babies were changed. He played idly with the rattles strung across his cot so he didn’t notice the mothers appear at the window. “Ah look, he’s playing happily with his rattles!” Robert blushed and suc-ked obviously on his soother which also made them laugh.
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Robert was eventually freed from the cot but only to be lifted into his high-chair for his bottle and feed. He was given a different baby food this time but equally as sweet and disgusting.
He was then placed in the playroom with the real babies while the mothers gathered for their hike. “You have fun!” his mother waved to Robert sitting on the floor. “Wave to mummy!” Norma urged him. He had a rattle in his mitten so it tinkled as he waved, pleasing his mum greatly.
Angie addressed them all. “You know what would be a great project for our crafts afternoons? We should make Baby Bobbie a second dress – he can’t be expected to wear the same dress all week!” They all loved the idea. “Oh can I make the bonnet?” “I’ll make a gorgeous frilly nappy cover.” Robert sighed heavily as they set off happily discussing which would be the best material and the best lace for the trimmings.
He really didn’t want to play with the real babies but Monica and Norma were not ones to take no for an answer so he ended up having to join in all the games. When the mothers returned from their hike they looked in the window of the playroom. The babies were all in a semi-circle – Baby Bobbie in the middle – with the two ladies leading a dance.
They waved their hands in the air and the babies followed suit. Robert’s dress rode up giving them a pleasing view of the first couple of rows of lace on his nappy cover. Then the two ladies bent over and touched their toes. Baby Bobbie, the only one wearing a dress, provided a full view of his frilly nappy cover and the lace trim on the three layers of his petticoats as he touched his toes.
The laughter behind made him turn around and he realised they had all been watching him seemingly happily dance along with the babies. He quickly pushed his petticoats down at the back but his vigorous suc-king on his soother revealed just how embarrassed he was.
“Nap time!” Monica called out. Robert sighed heavily. He knew by now there was no point in resisting and he was quickly tucked into his cot with just his rattles and doll to play with.
As he lay there he could hear the mothers in the workroom discussing his new dress. “This nursery print is very pretty with the fairies and princesses all in pastel colours.” He could hear the others agree. “So there’s lots of this two-inch lace – should be plenty to trim the sleeves and hem, the bonnet and nappy cover.” “I think a nice wide brim on the bonnet – should be enough room for about four layers of frills around it. And this big pink bow would be lovely sewn into the back of the bonnet with the ribbons trailing down the back.”
“About five rows of lace all the way around the nappy cover, do you think?” “Oh yes lovely.” “I’m sure we have enough organza for five layers of petticoats.” “Can we make the dress a few inches shorter so everyone can see the pretty matching nappy cover?” “Good idea!”
They worked with great enthusiasm and before he was ready for his final nappy change and bottle before bedtime they were ready for him to try on the basic dress and accessories to check sizing.
They were happy that his nappy cover fit snuggly over his nappy and plastic pants. Maggie was all set to start adding the layers of frills. The dress was buttoned up his back and they stood back to consider the length, Angie with pins held between her lips. “A little higher”, his mother suggested, “Yes about there.” Robert could see in the mirror that the pinned position would ensure the lower half of his nappy cover would be visible to all.
They ignored his whimpered protests through his soother and Angie pinned his dress up all the way around. “Perfect!” “I’ll take this off now and finish the hem.” “Shall we sew the petticoats permanently to the dress or do you want to have the option of wearing it with or without?” Sue asked. “I can’t imagine why he would want to wear it without the organza petticoats” his mother teased “so sew them on.”
The bonnet fit snugly on this head. When Laura pulled the ribbons to tie it under his chin, the material gathered around his face pulling the brim inwards so it framed his view. He would be able to see the layers of frills himself once they had been added.
“His pink tights will go nicely with this pattern.” “It will match the pink on the fairy dresses.” “There are lilacs and lemons in the pattern too and if we get him tights to match those colours it will be like having three pretty outfits all in one.” Sue went online to order the different coloured tights.
Robert tossed and turned in his cot that night, suc-king hard on his soother and hugging his doll so tightly that he frequently triggered her recorded phrases. Norma looked up from her desk and smiled in the mirror as she thought he was playing with his doll. He couldn’t shake off the images of how he would look in the horrid new dress.
The mothers went swimming the following morning. When they returned the babies were outside in the playground. The swing had three sections. One of the girls was being pushed by Monica on the right-hand swing. Two boys sat on the see saw section on the left enjoying pushing each other up and down. Robert sat in the middle swing but just dangled with his pink booties not quite reaching the ground so he couldn’t push himself.
“Mmmpppfff! Mmmpppfff!” They could hear him trying to attract Monica’s attention to get her to push him. The mothers were all lined up behind him watching but he couldn’t see them because of the brim on his bonnet. Monica moved over “All right Baby Bobbie I’m coming! Be patient.” She pushed Robert and as the mums moved around in front they could see the smile on his face as he swung back and forth with his petticoats ballooning and his puffed sleeves fluttering as he swung.
“Look who’s having a great time!” his mother observed. Robert looked up and the smile fell from his face as he realised the mums had all seen him enjoying Monica pushing him on the swing. “And I was worried you wouldn’t enjoy being babied for a week!” Robert’s cheeks went all red as they laughed.
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Enjoying this greatly. What if baby bobby got into trouble somehow maybe by trying to run away and they decide to treat him like a newborn instead of a one year old who can run,crawl, and play he gets firmly attached on his back to strollers, baby bouncers,baby highchairs, baby swings with added newborn safe toys for his amusement or even make sure his crib toys are also newborn safe so he can't hurt himself. Might decide to add wrist rattles on his mittens and ankle so always has a newborn safe baby toy he can't drop as newborns tend to do :)
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DaraJaney,
Like sarahpenguin and a lot of other readers, I'm really enjoying your story.
At least so far I think that Baby Bobby being treated by Monica and Norma exactly the same as the real babies is plenty of humiliation, with the worst one having to wet and poo his nappies. The mothers are really adding to it, especially with the even more humiliating nursery print dress. Do we have to guess which dress he will wear on the trip back home, especially if he doesn't behave?
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There was less chat from the workroom this day as he lay in his cot for his nap. The women were busily trying to finish his outfit. Robert actually dropped off to sleep – becoming more used now to his daily nap.
The next morning after his nappy change and feed they were ready to dress him in his new outfit. He looked glumly from his high chair as his mother held the nursery print dress up, bulging over the many layers of organza petticoats.
Once his pink tights had been pulled up over his nappy Sue made him step into the new nappy cover. The nursery print could barely be seen through the thick layers of frills which gave the nappy cover a much more bulging appearance.
He disappeared into the layers of organza, emerging as his mother buttoned the dress up the back while Maggie smoothed down his petticoats. When they were done he lowered his arms but found they were held out at a 45 degree angle by the petticoats. He could see in the mirror that the lower three layers of frills on his nappy cover were visible no matter how much he tried to push down his petticoats. “Adorable!” was the consensus.
Sue placed the bonnet on his head and pulled the ribbons. Four layers of frills drew in around his face and she tied it tightly in a bow under his chin. He turned his head this way and that and the frills now framed everything he saw. Sue made sure the ribbons from the pink bow on the back of the bonnet streamed neatly down the back – not that he could see that.
They made him walk up and down. The layers of petticoats rocked as he walked giving glimpses of more layers of frills on his nappy cover. They encouraged him to twirl as he turned and his petticoats swirled out revealing his full nappy cover.
“That’s SO cute! We should shorten his pink dress so he shows off the frilly nappy cover in it too”, Hilda suggested. “Good idea”, Sue agreed. “We can take a couple of inches off it above where it flares.” Robert sniffled. If they did that then everyone who saw him in either baby dress could see instantly that he was wearing a nappy.
When they had finished getting him to model his new baby dress Monica steered him to the play room. “Play with the letter blocks for a while”, she urged him. Robert flopped down on the floor in the middle of the blocks. He was now used to his thick nappy providing a cushioning effect. He sat there with his arms resting on his billowing petticoats momentarily contemplating that this was probably the only time his frilly nappy cover would not be visible.
He tried to pick up a block but couldn’t reach it over his petticoats. They were completely impractical. He got up on his knees to reach the block. He heard giggling behind. He looked in the mirror to see, behind his own face framed prettily by his enormous bonnet, the mums were admiring the view of his five layers of organza petticoats tipped up and around his fully frilly bottom.
“Now spell ‘CAT’” Monica prompted him. This forced him to crawl around to gather three letter blocks. He found the appropriate side of each block and arranged them in line clumsily, hampered by his mittens. They all clapped “well done!” as if spelling CAT was an achievement for him.
Eventually they went off on their cycle and left him in peace. When they returned they found him on one end of the large see-saw in the playground with all of the babies pressing down the other end which was the only way they could counterbalance him. They let go and he descended in a flurry of petticoats much to their delight.
When Robert saw the women had returned he went to get off the seesaw but the babies pushed him up in the air again and his pink legs dangled as they held him there. “Mmmmppppffff!” Robert protested as he leaned forward clinging to the handle. “Let Baby Bobbie down” Norma ordered and they reluctantly let him flutter down again.
By Friday his routine of nappy changes, bottles and feeds, naps and early bedtime had become his new normal. He played with his dolls, rattles and blocks because that’s all he had and could handle with the mittens.
The mothers were having a great time free from looking after the little ones – or not so little one in Emma’s case. They couldn’t believe though that Saturday had come around so quickly. Robert, on the other hand, thought the week had lasted an eternity.
Monica overheard the mums’ disappointment. “Well we actually have no booking next week so we could offer you an extension at half price.” Robert stopped on his rocking horse and looked up with concern. The mums looked at each other. A couple of them had to make phone calls to try to arrange it.
“Nnggghhh!” Robert tried to get his mother’s attention to make it clear he didn’t want to be another week in nappies. “You seem to be having a nice time”, she nodded at the rocking horse he’d been playing on for the last while. “Nnngh Nnngh!” he disagreed.
A few minutes later Angie came in. “It’s all sorted! We can stay another week.” They all clapped. Robert looked up from the floor where he’d been trying some new rattles he’d found. He frowned and shook his rattle with frustration but it was lost in the excitement.
Sue looked at him. “I think Baby Bobbie is going to need another dress!” “Oh I saw a gorgeous pattern of cerise hearts in the fabric shop in town”, Maggie added excitedly. Robert was desperately tugging at his mittens. He had to get out of this nightmare. But as ever his mittens wouldn’t budge and he sat there disconsolately in the middle of his puffed up petticoats.
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Thank you for this wonderful sweet story. To be so sweetly entrapped… one can only wish. Are any of the other babies being breastfed?
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DaraJaney,
Thank you for another lovely chapter.
Now Baby Bobby has another interminable week of being treated like a baby girl now in 2 dresses even shorter than last week, with his nappy now even more on display and another one being made!
Since he has to wet and mess in his nappies, will he start doing so without being aware of it until after it's done?
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Bobby sounds like his baby dress is short enough for him to crawl in which would show his bottom frilles better also show of his baby dress flow over him while crawling he should to crawl it would be prettier. :)
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By Tuesday they were ready for him to try on his completed new outfit. His mother went to find him still snoozing in his nap. She smiled seeing his soother bob in and out as he slept. She almost felt guilty waking him.
She gave him a little nudge. Robert stirred and slowly opened his eyes. He looked a little embarrassed to see he’d been found still snoozing when the real babies had already been up for a while. Then his mother noticed a look of concern across his face. He looked down.
“Oh did you wet your nappy in your sleep?” They were all given a warm bottle of milk before their nap to help them sleep and he usually woke ready to wet his nappy but this time he hadn’t even noticed that he’d already wet himself. He whimpered through his soother. “It’s ok sweetie, it’s perfectly natural”, she tried to assure him. It wasn’t natural for a 14 year old boy to wet his nappy during his afternoon nap.
Monica came in. “Baby Bobbie wet his nappy in his sleep”, his mother told her immediately. Robert blushed and suc-ked hard on his soother. “Ah not to worry, I’ll soon get you changed.”
He was relieved to be in a dry nappy again but his mother steered him into the work room where his new dress was ready. The cerise hearts material had been used for his dress, bonnet and nappy cover. There were alternating powder pink and white layers in his petticoats. His dress, bonnet and nappy cover were all trimmed and decorated with powder pink frills.
As they were dressing him Angie mentioned that her daughter Rita was coming the next day with some extra clothes for her for the extra days they were staying. Rita was in his class at school! He quite fancied her – mostly because she had the biggest breasts of all the girls.
He looked at his reflection in the mirror once he was dressed in his new outfit and imagined what Rita would think when she saw him in his cerise hearts baby dress with matching bonnet and nappy cover. He peed a little into his nappy.
As luck would have it, Norma was leading them in a dance when Rita arrived. He caught sight of her as he was twirling with his hands in the air. She was staring at his thickly frilled nappy cover. He instinctively dropped his arms and pushed his dress down but of course it made little difference as his new dress was equally short and exposed his nappy cover even when his petticoats were at rest.
She didn’t look as astounded as you might expect so he supposed she had been told of his predicament. This made him wonder who else knew. He peed a little more.
He then saw her clearly taking in his full outfit. Smirking at his lace-trimmed bonnet, his soother bobbing in and out anxiously, his cerise hearts dress ballooning over his pink and white petticoats. His frilly nappy cover, the white tights with pink hearts that they had ordered online to match his new dress and his fleece booties. Robert realised that he was now filling his nappy with pee as Rita watched.
“Lunchtime” Monica called out. “Oh can I give Baby Bobbie his bottle?” Rita asked. “Of course”, Monica responded, glad of the help. “Just pop him into his high chair there.” Rita had no difficulty in identifying that the largest high-chair was the one for big Baby Bobbie.
He dutifully stepped up into the chair – all resistance having been well and truly knocked out of him by this stage. Rita gave a satisfied smile as she locked the tray in place in front of him. Monica placed two babies in the high-chairs either side of him and handed Rita his bottle. The two real babies laughed and pointed, still amused at big Baby Bobbie sitting in his high-chair in the babiest and sissiest dress.
Rita was clearly delighted to be bottle feeding this boy from her class. She was only too pleased to follow it up with spoon-feeding him. She took a little baby food on her finger and tasted it. “Yeuch!” But she happily scooped a big spoonful to push into Baby Bobbie’s mouth.
As he was climbing down from his high-chair Monica noticed him looking squeamish. “I think Baby Bobbie has a wet nappy.” “Really?” Rita asked looking very pleased. “Nnnggghh!” Robert tried to deny it, shaking his head. “Hmm”, Monica was unconvinced. “Rita would you mind checking?”
Robert was horrified as Rita grinned and said “sure!” She pulled down his frilly nappy cover around his ankles. She pulled his tights down to his knees. She gave him an evil smile as she stuck a finger under the elasticated leg opening. “He IS wet!” she beamed. “Can I change his nappy?”
Monica looked dubious. Angie appeared just in time. “Rita has offered to change Baby Bobbie’s nappy, is that ok?” Robert desperately hoped she would think it inappropriate. “Of course, she’s an experienced baby-sitter.”
Rita immediately took Robert’s hand and led him towards the changing table. He waddled behind her with great difficulty given his tights were around his knees and his nappy cover around his ankles.
He lay back in disbelief that the most attractive girl is his class was changing his nappy. She giggled on seeing his chastity device. Of course his member was desperately trying to enlarge and when she cupped his testicles in her hands he felt sure it must explode.
Having wiggled the padlock a few times and satisfied herself that he was securely locked she proceeded to wipe him down and powder him. She was amused how compliant he was being when ordered to turn over or raise his bottom so she could slide his clean nappy underneath. “You are well used to this now”, she observed as she pinned him in.
Rita stayed over and even helped in the morning when he had a soiled nappy. “She’s so good with him”, Monica observed. His mother nodded.
“You’ve noticed that he’s now wetting his nappy unconsciously?”, Monica asked his mum. He suc-ked hard on his soother. “That could be a problem when this week is over.” His mother nodded. “Yes, I think he may still need his nappies when we get home.” Robert was shocked. He’d assumed this would all be over when he got home.
“You’ll have to potty train him again” Rita giggled. “I’d love to see that! I’d be very happy to babysit him anytime.” His mother was thinking about it. “Not sure how to approach the toilet problem but yes I’ll definitely call on you to babysit him. Thank you for the kind offer.” Robert saw the grin on Rita’s face. There was nothing kind about her offer.
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DaraJaney,
Thank you for another chapter that has the plot thickening. baby Bobby now has a third, even more babyish dress to wear.
He is becoming more dependent on his nappies, and now when female classmate he has a crush on appears, he can only be humiliated further as she gives him his bottle, spoon feeds him, and plays with his locked chastity cage while she changes his nappies.
This living nightmare is unlikely to end after he gets back home, having his one time crush as his babysitter.
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On Saturday Baby Bobbie was strapped into his booster seat, anxious to get going away from the site of his torment. Monica and Norma stood by the car waving “bye bye Baby Bobbie, it’s been lovely having you! Come back anytime”, they giggled.
Robert noticed that the high-chair he had been using was being loaded into the back of Hilda’s SUV which was the biggest car in their convoy. He was in his nursery print baby dress and his mother draped his other two dresses over the back seat beside him.
She hung the string of rattles in front of him and pressed the speaking dolly into his arms. “Monica said you could keep this since you seemed to like it so much. Now wave goodbye to them.” Robert waved a mitten at the ladies who watched as he was driven away.
By the time they got to the motorway his mother could hear the rattles being shaken in the back seat and then she heard “I love my mummy” in the doll’s voice. Robert quickly hugged it again to get it to say something else but his mum was smiling in the rear-view mirror.
On arrival at home he was desperate to get from the car to the house as quickly as possible so as not to be seen in his humiliating short baby dress and his prominently visible frilly nappy cover. He went straight to his bedroom but couldn’t turn the door handle because of his mittens. He looked back and saw his mother and Angie carrying the high chair in. He peed into his nappy. He looked down at his nappy with concern. He had to stop doing that – his mother noticed and he saw a look of resolve on her face. “I’ll get you changed once I’ve had a nice cup of tea.”
A couple of days later Rita was asked if she would babysit. She hadn’t heard what exactly had happened on Robert’s return and was eager to see. His mother led her into the kitchen where Robert was in his high-chair with half a baby bottle of milk on his tray along with a bowl of pureed food.
He was wearing his cerise hearts outfit, complete with bonnet and matching tights. “He’s still wearing his pretty baby dresses!” “Well his trousers won’t fit over his nappy and anyway I think he should be appropriately dressed as long as he continues to wet his nappies.” Robert suc-ked hard on his soother.
“Can I finish his feeding?” Rita offered, picking up the baby bottle. “Of course, thank you!” “There’s no rush”, his mother added, “we have the summer holidays to toilet train him again. With the money my ex-husband has to pay me I don’t need to work now. So I can give Baby Bobbie much more attention than I could when he was first a baby and I had to work!” Robert didn’t like the sound of that.
“I will need somewhere to take him once a week so I can do my shopping. I asked Angie and she phoned back to say that the ladies who run their creche would be happy to take him on a number of conditions. I’m taking him there Friday.” Baby Bobbie sniffled through his soother. More people were going to see him in nappies and dressed like a baby girl.
The mums at his creche were all gathered to meet the new arrival. All eyes went to the bulge of his nappy clearly visible beneath his shortened pink dress. Then they took in the changing bag his mother had slung over his arm and there was no doubt that this 14-year-old boy he was using his nappies.
“Thank you for allowing Baby Bobbie to attend your creche once a week”, his mother announced. “It started as a little bit of punishment and a little bit of fun for me putting him in nappies and baby dresses for a week – and then a second week – but he lost control of his toilet and needs to wear his nappies now.” Robert cringed as a certain amount of giggling went around the room.
“We will of course meet your conditions. His teenage boy parts are always securely and tightly locked away anyway as my friends can verify.” Hilda, Sue and the others nodded. “As you can see, he cannot use his hands and is quite helpless – needs to be bottle and spoon fed.” More sniggering. “There is no danger of him uttering any naughty words, as teenagers do, since he suc-ks on his soother all day and is only allowed speak when his soother is removed. I find that there is no reason to do that really.”
“Finally, I know that some of you are concerned about his size compared to your little ones.” She turned to Robert. “Sit down there sweetie.” Robert was puzzled but sat in the nearest chair. “We have special booties for you to wear here.” Robert watched as she removed his booties and replaced them with another pair – still pink but with additional frilly lace around the ankle. The frilly lace concealed straps that is mother buckled around his ankles.
“Now why don’t you go over there and play with that big panda bear”, she urged him. Robert was still puzzled but stood up to walk towards the bear. “Nnnggggh!” he blurted, sat down again quickly and looked down at his feet. There were spikes or something concealed in the bottom of his booties which cause pain when he stood. “Go on!” his mother insisted. Robert sighed. He had no choice but to go down on his hands and knees and crawl.
The mothers all giggled as his frilly bottom wiggled away from them with his petticoats also on full view. As quickly as he could he reached the panda – which was almost as big as him, turned over and sat holding it. The mothers all clapped and started taking photos. He looked even more convincingly like a baby beside the large panda.
“Bye bye baby, see you at 6pm” and with that his mother left him there and he dutifully played with the rattles and blocks and took a turn on the rocking horse.
When it came to lunch time, one of the ladies called from the eating area. All the other charges toddled over. She smiled as Baby Bobbie crawled in last. He looked so cute looking up in his bonnet, suc-king on his soother.
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Enjoying these new chapters. Baby bobby should be crawling all the time like real baby girls do.. Maybe mommy is waiting for a stroller to come in she can push him around without him to crawl in the street. Hopefull it will have baby rattles strung on like his car seat does so he can play on the go. Also if baby bobby is going to spend his time alone with just his mommy he is going to quickly get sad and lonely and depressed. He was prolly an extravert who needs to sends time playing with his peers. But he is a baby girl now so he cannot play with nor are they prolly. Sad babies should be stopped so babby bobby should spend more time with his new peers at the crech. Maybe all the weekdays so has of to play with his new peers. :)
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DaraJaney,
Like sarahpenguin, I am enjoying your story.
I really liked your introduction of the booties with the special inserts that make him crawl.
I like the idea that sarahpenguin had about having a proper sized stroller. That would allow mother and babysitters to get him out in the air with his cute dress, petticoats, bonnet, and nappy cover on display, holding his favorite dolly. They might want to go enjoy the park and give him a bottle while they enjoy watching Baby Bobby's classmates playing sports.
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It was decided that Baby Bobbie and his mum would join Angie and the others with their babies on Saturdays in the park. Robert was not too happy about this as more and more people were seeing him in his nappies and baby dresses.
On the first Saturday his mother produced a pink leather baby harness she’d ordered online. As she buckled him in, she drew his attention to the “Baby Bobbie” embossed on the breast plate. “See, you can even order them personalised!”
They met at the playground which was surrounded by low railings. Robert stopped and pointed at the sign on the gate which said “under 12s only”. His mother laughed. “Nobody is going to think you are over 12!”
There were not too many things he could go on. Nobody could balance him on the seesaw. The seats on the swings were too small to accommodate his thickly nappied bottom. His mother made him sit on the roundabout and tied his harness to a bar in the centre. “Why don’t you turn him?” she suggested to the children gathered around. They were only too happy to and Baby Bobbie sat there while he was turned and turned by the giggling children. Eventually his mother came over, concerned how sickly he was beginning to look. “I think that’s enough. Maybe you can go on the slide.”
Robert was keen to be able to amuse himself on something and distract him from the fact that he was waddling around in the public park in a thick nappy and baby dress. His mum led him by the hand to the slide where there was a queue of kids awaiting their turn. But they stood back eager to see how the big baby would do. “Thank you”, his mother said and let his hand go. He put his mittened hands on the bars up either side of the ladder. He climbed up trying to ignore the giggling from behind as they all looked up at his frilly nappy cover and layers of petticoats. At the top he had to lean forward so everyone got a great view.
He sat down and let himself go. His petticoats ballooned up as he descended and his bonnet fluttered with the wind resistance. He had to bat down his petticoats when he stopped at the bottom. He stood up. “Let him go again”, the kids urged, highly amused at seeing the teenage boy going down the slide in his obvious nappy and frilly baby dress. As Robert went to climb the ladder again he saw that Rita had arrived with a few girls from his class at school. He was distraught. He immediately pooed in his nappy from the fright.
Now he was not so keen to go on the slide again, concerned that the activity might cause his nappy to leak and create a wet – or worse still, brown – patch on his tights. But the children wanted to see him again and pushed him towards the ladder. He had no option but to ascend and hope for the best.
He got to the top of the ladder and cringed as he had to sit down in his soiled nappy. He shivered as he felt the mess spread out when he sat. As he arrived at the bottom of the slide he cringed, certain that the pressure must have caused a leak. His mother noticed. She sniffed. “Oh dear! We’ve done doo-doos in our nappy have we?” She took his hand. “Oh dear, Baby Bobbie has soiled his nappy, come on sweetie.” The children all laughed and Robert suc-ked hard on his soother and sniffled as he followed his mother out of the play area, his mess shifting in his nappy as he walked.
She picked up the changing bag. “I’ll change him out here on the grass.” Robert was appalled and peed into his nappy. “Nnnnggghhh!” “Look, everyone can see that you need to wear nappies anyway!” his mother reasoned and put a large picnic blanket on the ground.
She made him sit on it and lie back. A crowd was gathering around. He looked up and saw the girls from his class pushing to the front. “Is this appropriate a mother asked?” “It’s ok his boy parts are taken care of and I’ll be very quick” his mother assured them.
“Oh look he’s all hairless down there like a real baby!” one of the girls observed as his mother unpinned the front of his nappy. “Aw his thing is locked up tightly” the girls giggled. Then there was a collective “ew!” when they saw his mess. Robert couldn’t only suc-k hard on his soother and focus on the clouds and hope it was over as soon as possible.
He was never so relieved to have his nappy on, and then his plastic pants and tights before his frilly nappy cover. He just focussed on the grass as he waddled through the parting crowd who all knew now that he messed his nappies.
As he walked home disconsolately, strapped into his baby harness he wondered how he could possibly go back to school now that the girls had seen him in his baby dress having his messy nappy changed.
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DaraJaney,
Thank you for the new chapter. I'm glad I put on a fresh diaper before I started reading - it's wetter now.
I think the personized harness and reins provide greater visibility and humiliation. It's certainly easy to use the reins to tether him in place. Could bells be easily added?
I really liked the part when Baby Bobby used the slide, especially after the first time down when he sees girls in his class and his fear reaction has regressed to now messing his nappy in addition to wetting. The second climbing the ladder and going down the slide in his wet, messy, stinky nappy, fearing that it would leak onto his tights must have been the lowest point in his life, at least until the public diaper change right after!
I eagerly await your next chapter. Will the mothers design and make more dresses for Baby Bobby, maybe including some cute, embarassing sayings on the seat of his nappy covers?
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Silly baby. You *can* go to school heavily diapered as a pretty baby girl. Maybe you take quizzes orally sense your hands in your disabling mittens. :)
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It's always entertaining how the maternal characters in your stories are oblivious to the fact that their sons, and sometimes daughters, will never be able to interact with their own age group again, EVER! Maybe not intended to be but really laugh-out-loud funny yet so matter of fact in your prose. Thanks for your writing efforts.
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A year later and Monica and Norma were awaiting the arrival of the group they had so much fun with last year. The cars pulled in. Monica immediately went to Emma’s car. “Baby Bobbie! Welcome back!” Robert looked out resignedly from his booster seat. “You weren’t able to toilet train him again?” “I was never able to be sure enough, no. So he’s been in nappies since last summer.”
“What did you do about school?” Norma asked. “As far as they are concerned, he’s being home-schooled” his mother responded. “To be honest, I think they were relieved and didn’t ask too many questions. He’d been a bit of a problem pupil in the previous year.”
She freed Robert from the booster seat. He climbed out with some difficulty. “Oh I see he’s wearing a much thicker nappy now!” Monica couldn’t really miss that extra large bulge beneath his short baby dress. “Yes it can take several wettings and means I really only need to change him when he soils.”
Monica tried not to laugh at the way the thick nappy made Robert waddle and look even more babyish. “And that’s a new dress” Norma observed looking at his peach coloured baby dress with the obligatory matching bonnet and nappy cover. “Yes the mums have been great making him a new outfit every few months. I’ve loved having a baby girl to dress prettily”
“And the ringlets dangling beneath his bonnet? They’re not real, are they?” Monica asked. “Oh yes once his hair grew long enough I put it in ringlets”, his mother confirmed. “I found the old heated pins that my grandmother used to give my mother ringlets when she was a little girl. My mother hated it of course and thankfully never imposed them on me. But I think he looks to cute in ringlets and it reduces the chances of anyone who sees him noticing he’s a boy. The hair setting lotions available today are really effective at making his ringlets last.”
The other little ones were now toddling around the place much more confidently than a year before. “Let’s go to the playroom”, Monica shouted. They all ran off leaving Baby Bobbie waddling behind them.
When he got to the playroom they were already constructing things from the play blocks. Monica saw him look disconsolately at the children’s dexterity while his hands were still locked in mittens.
“Don’t worry we still have rattles and big letter blocks that you can play with”, she assured him. Robert sniffled as he waddled over to the rattles and flopped down on his extra thickly cushioned nappy.
When it came to meal time the little children ran to the eating area and pulled their little plastic chairs up to their special low table. When Baby Bobbie arrived after them he saw his high-chair had been brought here for the week.
He was secured in the high-chair and Monica fed him his bottle while he watched the children feed themselves, observing that he was the only one still being bottle-fed. Norma then spoon-fed him his pureed food while the children fed themselves bananas and milky rusks.
When she was finished spoon-feeding him she left him in the high chair and went back to the kitchen. The toddlers had finished and went back to their toys. He realised that Monica hadn’t popped his soother back in. It was dangling on a ribbon pinned to his dress. He gathered it between his mittens, popped it back in himself and started suc-king contentedly.
He wanted to get back to his toys though. He could see there were some new rattles he wanted to try. He squirmed in his high chair trying to show the women that he wanted out. They just smiled at his helplessness and otherwise ignored him. He could feel a tantrum coming on. He tried to control it. He was having tantrums more often now but he knew his mummy would leave him in a soiled nappy for a long time if he misbehaved so he suc-ked hard on his soother and tried to be good.
Monica emerged from the kitchen holding a birthday cake. Norma and the mums followed and started singing “Happy Birthday to you”. Robert looked over at the toddlers expecting to see the birthday boy or girl react. None of them appeared to. He looked at the cake and saw it was decorated with pink icing. He focused on the girl toddlers but they were also looking around to see whose birthday it was.
Then he noticed that there was a big candle in the shape of the number 1 on top of the cake. He frowned. None of the toddlers could be only 1 year old. The women continued singing. “Happy Birthday Baby Bobbie.” Now he was totally puzzled. They were heading towards him in his high chair. Monica placed the cake on the tray in front of him. “Careful the lace on your bonnet doesn’t catch fire”, she warned giggling.
But it wasn’t his birthday! “One year a baby in nappies!” Norma announced. They all laughed and Robert’s cheeks flushed. “Blow out your candle” his mummy told him. He was still suc-king on his soother. She pulled it out. He blew out the single candle and she popped it back in immediately as they all clapped.
The other mums had been carrying balloons which they tied to the four corners of his high chair. They were baby pink coloured with a big ‘1’ on them and they hovered all around him. They stood back and took photos on their phones. “I must send it to Rita”, Angie said. “She can forward it to his friends.”
They cut the chocolate cake into slices and distributed it around on plates. Baby Bobbie watched, suc-king on his soother. Wasn’t he going to get a piece? “Nnnnggghhhh!” “Don’t worry”, his mum assured him and placed one slice in a plastic bowl which had a plastic spoon to feed it to him. She took a large spoonful and popped his soother out. “Open wide!” Everyone was watching. Robert opened as wide as he could but the spoonful was too big and chocolate was smeared around his mouth.
They all laughed. His mother posed for photos holding another spoonful of chocolate cake up to his chocolatey mouth. They found it hilarious. But Baby Bobbie’s face crumpled into a very sad face and he started blubbering. “Oh now, we’re just having a little fun.” His mum took a tissue and wiped his face. “There, all better now.” She popped his soother back in and he suc-ked until the tears went away. His mother took a more reasonable spoonful, popped his soother out and properly fed him the rest of his portion.
When she was finished she said “won’t you thank Monica and Norma for the cake and balloons?” Robert clapped his mittened hands together and tried to smile at them despite being mortified having his horrendous year in nappies and baby dresses celebrated.
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DaraJaney,
Thank you for another great chapter.
Baby Bobby has been in his situation now for an entire year, with a humiliating celebration party. Rita and friends are going to have a good laugh at pictures of their former equal, now who wets and poos his nappy without control, hair in ringlets, and face smeared with cake and icing.
He now has a wardrobe of at least one dress for each day of the week and at creche has to watch the other children advance in abilities when he isn't allowed to progress.
He is regressing, having to deal with the much thicker nappies, which get heavier the more he wets them, making it more difficult to waddle around, even more so when he soils his nappy. I wonder how often he is reduced to crawling due to the spiked booties.
You didn't write that it's the end yet, so I'm looking forward to your next chapter.
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The ladies returned from their first hike of this summer to find the children having little races across the playroom. Baby Bobbie was confined to the play-pen shaking his rattles while the others ran around. “It wouldn’t be fair to make him run with the others while he can barely walk in that thick nappy”, Monica explained.
“It must be time for his nap”, his mother suggested. “Ah yes!” Baby Bobbie was led to his cot and tucked in with his doll. They closed the door quietly as he realised he was the only one taking a nap now. He suc-ked unhappily on his soother as he listened to the children having fun in the playroom. Despite himself, he dozed off suc-king gently on his soother, being totally used to having his afternoon nap now.
In the evening Monica asked if he still had a 7pm bedtime. “The others can stay up later now.” “Yes we don’t want to disturb his routine”, his mother confirmed. So Baby Bobbie was buttoned into his pink fleece footed-sleeper once he’s had his only his second nappy change of the day. It make quite a thump as it was dropped into the bucket.
“That’s so cute!” Monica giggled as he waddled towards his cot. “Those actually come even in adult sizes in department stores now” his mother informed her. “So he had a few different designs one with cute bunnies and the other all hearts.” The sleeper was elasticated just above his nappy and so bulged enormously beneath that over his ultra-thick nappy. He was tucked up in his cot at 7pm with the nursery rhymes playing but not drowning out the sounds of the children playing outside.
It was particularly warm and he woke during the night and sleepily pushed the blanket back. He looked up in the mirror. The desk light was still on and Norma was reading something. He could see that the toddlers had all pushed back their blankets too. They were all in little night time tee-shirts. He was in the middle cot and squirmed in his pink footed sleeper and cringed at the sight of his bonnet framing his face cutely. He was too hot but of course there was no way he could remove his sleeper with his hands in mittens – even if he could reach the small buttons down his back.
He suc-ked hard on his soother and then realised also that he was the only one suc-king on a soother all the time. He really needed to wean himself off it. He pushed it out of his mouth and lay back unhappily missing it already. He turned and heard a little plop. The soother had rolled through the side bars of his cot and fallen in the floor. “Nnggghh!”
Norma looked up from her desk and saw that Baby Bobbie was squirming in his pink sleeper with the blanket pushed back. She got up from the desk and came quietly into the nursery. “What’s wrong Baby Bobbie?” she whispered, seeing his now tear-stained face. “Oh you’ve lost your binkie!” She reached down and picked it up off the floor. Robert reached out with a mittened hand towards the soother, his mouth open, eager to receive it.
“I’ll just have to find you a clean one dear.” Much to his disappointment she left the nursery. “Nnnggghh!” He was breathing heavily when she returned with a clean soother. She quickly pushed it into his mouth and he suc-ked like he was making up for lost time. Eventually his anxious breathing subsided and he settled into a gentle rhythm of suc-king.
Norma couldn’t help smile at how anxious he’d been not having his soother for a few seconds. Also it hadn’t occurred to him to speak even though his soother was out – he continued to communicate in whimpers and little moans. He could easily have climbed out of the cot given his size but that didn’t seem to occur to him either. He was becoming well conditioned to being a helpless baby.
The following morning as he was having his nappy changed he could hear a little motor running. Sue had some kind of machine attached to her left breast. “My little one doesn’t want breast milk anymore”, she sighed. “Goodness, I hate this machine.”
“Well maybe Baby Bobbie can help you there!” his mother suggested. Sue looked at Baby Bobbie who had his bottom in the air while Monica checked his thick nappy was properly tucked inside the plastic pants.
“Really?” Sue asked her, surprised. “Why not? You know he won’t be able to feel any arousal. Come along baby”, his mother urged him as he climbed down from the changing table. “Sit up on Sue’s lap.” Robert whimpered through his soother in protest but Sue eagerly gathered him up onto her knees.
Robert looked desperately at his mother. Surely not. But she was smiling as Sue pushed his mouth towards her breast. Norma arrived with his feeding bottle. “No need”, his mother told her. “We’ve made other arrangements.” Robert was starving and cringed as Norma walked away with his bottle. He gave in and let Sue push his lips to her breast and he started suc-king.
She sighed with contentment. This was definitely better than the breast pump. Robert’s member raged in its little prison. He squirmed with discomfort on her lap but she kept her hand on the back of his head keeping him firmly latched on.
Of course he had to feed from both breasts and when he was finally finished climbed down quickly, mortified. Norma asked his mother if he’d need some baby food as well. “No I don’t think so”. Sue was buttoning up her blouse. “I can give him a big feed every four hours and he won’t need anything else.”
Sue’s little girl had come into the room. “Do you mind if mummy feeds Baby Bobbie?” Robert desperately hoped the little girl would be horrified at this teenage boy in nappies and baby dresses suc-kling from her mum but she giggled at the idea and nodded. Robert squirmed. Suddenly his mushy baby food didn’t seem so bad but there was none on offer.
He couldn’t get the image of suc-king on Sue’s breasts out of his head all day and his member fought a constant losing battle with the chastity device. It had taken him an age to relax enough to sleep and then he was woken at about 11pm. “Time for another feed”, Sue told him as she pushed the side bars down, lifted his shoulders up, sat into the cot under him, removed his soother and pushed his mouth towards her right breast. He was hungry so he accepted the feed.
He woke again in the middle of the night feeling hungry and she appeared again and this time he cooperated with her fully and eagerly accept her full breasts as he settled into his new breast feeding routine.
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Hmm. They should have gotten him some presents too for his new baby birthday. :)
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One morning when the mums were out hiking, Monica noticed that Baby Bobbie’s booties had gotten some sticky gunk on them. She didn’t know how it happened but assured him “we’ll get those cleaned. I’ll get one of your other pairs.” It wasn’t until she spotted the straps under the frilly lace at his ankles that he realised she had selected his crawling trainers. “Nnnggghh!” “It looks like these strap on here”, she commented as she buckled his booties on.
She walked away and was surprised when she turned around and saw Baby Bobbie crawling after her. “Nnnggghhh!” “If you prefer to crawl that’s ok”, she shrugged. “Must be hard to waddle in that thick nappy”, she understood.
When the mums arrived back their toddlers rushed over for hugs. Emma saw Baby Bobbie crawling towards her with a frustrated look behind his soother. “He’s been crawling all morning”, Monica told her. His mother smiled, recognising the crawling trainers but said “That’s fine if that’s what he prefers. He’s been crawling more and more lately.” Robert cringed in frustration. Monica just nodded accepting that he was becoming more babyish all the time.
She had no reason to change his booties again so Robert had to crawl around everywhere for the rest of his week, his mother quite content to let everyone think this was what he preferred now. Everybody just seemed to accept it as all part of Baby Bobbie becoming more babyish all the time.
Towards the end of the week while Baby Bobbie was suc-kling Sue commented: “You know I think he’s developing some baby fat!” The women all giggled. “Maybe you should continue feeding him nothing but formula when you get home”, Hilda suggested. They all laughed but at this stage Robert wouldn’t put anything past them.
On their final morning, Baby Bobbie was crawling around the nursery and noticed that people were giggling behind him. He was used now to people laughing at his baby dress, his bonnet, frilly nappy cover and tights but most of the mothers had become used to him now so why were they suddenly giggling and sniggering.
He didn’t know it but they had made him a new nappy cover and put him in it that morning. They had sewn “I (heart) crawling” on the seat of his nappy cover so that it showed when he crawled around. He just frowned wondering what they found so amusing now.
His mother discretely put him back in his normal booties so he could waddle out to the cat. There was another burst of giggling when he climbed into the car and his booster seat. He had had to endure the usual laughter from passers by when they stopped for nappy changes at the services on the way home and again wondered at the extra outburst when he bent over to climb into the car.
He was relieved when they arrived home and he no longer had the constant reminders that he was still stuck like a one-year old while the toddlers were growing up quickly.
When he waddled in the front door, he noticed some odd smells. His mother led him to his bedroom. The smells grew stronger. When she opened the door, the reason for the strange smells became obvious.
His room had been totally redecorated while they were away and one of the smells was of paint. It was all pinks and pretty pastel colours as well as heavily perfumed. He waddled in a little dazed by the surprise conversion of his bedroom. His mother steered him as he looked around. She pushed him into a large play pen and closed the side gate with a click before he could really comprehend what was happening.
He saw that the pink wooden side bars came up to his chest! It dawned on him that this complete redecoration of his room meant he was not getting out of nappies and baby dresses any time soon.
His mother left the room. He examined the side gate. It was locked in place with a baby-proof catch. He pawed at it but there was no way he could open it. He pawed at the wooden bars. It was very solidly made. He raised a leg to see if he could climb out but his pink tights just slid along the smoothly varnished surface.
His mother came back in. “NNNgggghhhh!” Baby Bobbie shook the side bars in protest. “Aw don’t you like your special play-pen? It has everything you need in there. There are rattles and balls built into the side bars. You’ve got your animal blocks and favourite dollies.”
His mother had carried the other two baby dresses she’d brought for his holiday in from the car. She opened the wardrobe which had been painted pastel pink with princess stickers applied on all sides. His other four baby dresses were the only clothes hanging inside.
He looked desperately around the room trying to see where his boy’s clothes might be, not that he’d needed them for over a year now. But all he saw were girly things. His mother opened drawers to put away the other accessories he’d had with him and all he could see in the drawers were bonnets, nappy covers and tights.
Rita appeared and beamed down at Baby Bobbie in his playpen. “Thank you for supervising the redecoration”, his mother said. “And for arranging all his baby clothes in the wardrobe and drawers.” “Oh my pleasure”, Rita assured her. “We raised a lot of money for the women’s refuge by bringing all his old clothes to the bring-and-buy sale.” Baby Bobbie peed into his nappy.
Then he noticed that his bed in the corner had been replaced by a large high-sided cot. It looked just as secure as his play-pen. Next time his mother came into the room he looked up as plaintively as he could from his play-pen. He suc-ked cutely on his soother and fluttered his eyelashes hoping to pull at her heart strings. But his mother just asked if he was ready for his next feed. He sighed. He was hungry.
He was sitting in his high chair having had his bottle and awaiting his bowl of mushy food when he noticed his old bed had been left out by the gate with a “FREE” notice hanging on it.
“Nnnggghhh!” His mother came with his bowl. “What’s wrong?” He pointed a mittened hand out the window, struggled to get out of his high-chair and protested “Nnnngggghhhh!” Some passing parents had just come along with a young girl and were contemplating the free bed.
Baby Bobbie kicked his pink legs and wriggled helplessly in his high chair. The parents lifted the bed between them and carted it off, the little girl skipping along excitedly. “It’s ok baby”, his mother tried to reassure him, “it will be a few years at least before you need a bed again.”
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When your crib wears out Mommy will replace with a new crib Mommy means :)
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Favourite writer on this site, can't wait for the next chapter
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DaraJaney,
I caught up with your last 2 chapters and enjoyed how Baby Bobby couldn't keep up with the toddlers, wearing the thickest nappies, having the earliest bedtime, still using his soother full time, and the only one still taking an afternoon nap.
Then there was the week of breastfeeding, the crawling booties, and the humorous nappy cover he's not aware of that attracts laughs and giggles.
He has returned home to find his teen boy things gone, his bedroom now a girls nursery, and watched his bed given away replaced by an escape proof cot.
Will your story continue to the third summer at Monica and Norma's? By then Baby Bobby should be the only one still in nappies, drinking from a bottle, and not talking. Will he be getting all of his nourishment from a bottle or breast? Will he be getting attention for more nappy cover slogans like "I Waddle with a Bottle" or "I'm Happy in my Nappy"?
I'm eagerly awaiting your next chapters.
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DaraJaney,
Thank you for coming back with this great story. I’m such a fan of your stories. It was such a pleasant surprise to see you pop up again on this site. I hope you grace is with more and more of your excellent work. Huggies and kissies, Shelly
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So Baby Bobbie was put to bed in his new cot. When his mother left the room having turned on the loop tape of nursery rhymes, he climbed to his knees. He examined the baby-proof catch, got the measure of the side bars and had to accept after 30 minutes of desperately trying that he was securely held in his cot.
He filled his nappy with pee and shortly afterwards the shock caused him to empty his bowels. He looked anxiously at his baby monitor and saw that his mother had forgotten to turn it on. He could hear the TV blaring loudly from the sitting room. There was no chance of a change of nappy until morning.
A few days later Angie visited. They had coffee while Baby Bobbie sat in his high-chair suc-king on his baby bottle of milk clutched between his mittened hands. “How long do you think you can keep him in nappies?” Angie asked. “Well I’m his guardian until he’s 18, am I not?” Robert stopped suc-king on the teat momentarily but then seemed to resume suc-king more urgently.
“You have booked us in to the mother and baby holiday centre again for next summer?” his mother asked. “Yes and asked them to reserve the same week the following year when our kiddies will be around 4. After that they’ll be too old for it.” “Yes” his mother stood up and went over to Baby Bobbie who had stopped feeding from his bottle again and looked upset. His mother took the bottle and pushed the teat back into his mouth. He resumed his suc-king obediently.
“Of course I have to keep his hands in these mittens so he will continue to be like a helpless one-year-old”. Robert sniffled a little as he suc-ked on his bottle. “But that’s ok because Mummy can look after his every need, can’t she my little one?” Baby Bobbie tried to smile. It was better to try to please her and be a good baby. Angie raised her eyebrows. “Well, he seems to be quite content now being kept as a one-year-old baby girl”, she finished her coffee and missed the look of concern that came over his face. He didn’t want people to think he was happy about this but he had to behave like a good baby for his mummy.
He was so slow waddling around in his nappy, his mother soon grew tired of how long it took him to get to the park or the shops. It meant that she met more people along the way and they always seemed to want to stop and admire his baby dresses and bonnets, asking how often he wet and soiled himself. She was always happy to oblige by describing his incontinence in detail.
She had a large stroller made which meant she could bring him anywhere more quickly and it widened their potential area of travel. He was a little resistant at first but was securely held in it by straps and once she’d had the Velcro strips added to secure his ankles to the sides he had no ability to put his feet down to the ground in protest and could be wheeled anywhere she liked.
Of course, then she had to have concrete ramps installed at the front and back doors of their house. He was concerned at the number of long-term alterations that were being made to the house. She’d also had a sink installed in his bedroom – well, nursery now really – beside his changing table and had a beam strengthened in the kitchen where she had a bouncer hooked up so he could amuse himself in it while she cooked. Although it was really more amusing for her.
The toes of his booties just about touched the ground so he could keep himself going by giving a little push. He appeared to tire of it after 10 minutes or so. His mother just smiled and picked up a little remote control. She pressed a button on it and Baby Bobbie found himself being pulled up in the air. Then he was dropped and bounced up and down a few times before the mechanism raised him up in the air again.
His mother smiled and put the remote control down. Baby Bobbie sat limp in the bouncer and suc-ked hard on his soother as he continued to be bounced up and down for the hour or so she was cooking her meal. She thought the bouncer was a great success – well worth the cost of installing. Ruth and her friends had great fun with it too whenever they were babysitting him.
Baby Bobbie was brought on two more holidays where he continued to be bottle and spoon-fed in his high chair, have his nappies changed, have his naps and early bedtime while the children grew up, no longer needing nappies or naps and increasingly enjoying feeding Baby Bobbie and helping with his nappy changes and putting him to bed in his cot.
As his 18th birthday approached Angie was visiting the house one day when she saw a lady leaving just before she arrived. “Who was that?” she asked Emma. “Oh, somebody who is helping us prepare for the upcoming birthday.”
When Angie went into the nursery Baby Bobbie beamed at her from his play pen. He waved a rattle at her happily and the little bells in it tinkled. She was surprised because he usually appeared to be quite bored in his playpen, only playing with his rattles and blocks because he knew he had to in order to keep his mummy happy.
“Show Angie your new book”, his mother encouraged. He turned over showing off his “I (heart) crawling” nappy cover, picked up the book between his mittens and turned back over on his very thickly nappied bottom and concentrated on trying to turn the thick, stiff pages. It was difficult in the mittens but just about possible. He turned the cover page.
“Where is the chuck-chuck?” his mother asked him. Baby Bobbie pointed where a chicken was in a barn door. “Very good!” his mummy praised him. Baby Bobbie giggled and clapped his mittens together with a big smile. Angie had never seen him seemingly so happy in his nappy and baby dress. He was suc-king quite absent-mindedly on his soother all the time.
“Doesn’t Baby Bobbie love his pretty pink dress?” Baby Bobbie put his mittens under his layers of petticoats and held them out proudly with a big smile. “And his cute bonnet?” Baby Bobbie giggled again. “What’s gotten into him?” Angie gave Emma a quizzical look.
They left the nursery. “Mummy’s going to prepare your bottle.” Baby Bobbie clapped again and smiled as he picked up a rattle and shook it enthusiastically. When they got to the kitchen Emma explained. “That lady is helping Baby Bobbie to be happier in his position.” “But won’t you have to stop this when he becomes 18 next month?” “Not necessarily”, Emma said sheepishly. “Not if he is happy the way he is.”
“He certainly looks happier but how come?” Angie asked. Emma seemed reluctant to explain. “Maybe he has come to like his pretty baby dresses and nappies and being babied.” She didn’t seem to be convinced herself. “Seems strange after four years of constantly fighting against it – not that it did him any good. You had him well trapped.” She thought about it. “How was that lady helping?” Emma again seemed reluctant to answer. “I mean I think you’d need to hypnotise him or something.” Emma again looked sheepish and sipped her coffee.
“Is that it?” Angie asked in surprise. Emma shrugged. “She thinks if we have one session a week between now and his birthday, she can ensure that he is a happy being a baby and won’t even think of being freed when his birthday comes around. Then a session once a month should keep him nice and compliant. Perhaps after a year there won’t be a need for any more sessions and he will be permanently regressed. We’ll see.”
Angie was shocked. But she was curious to see if it could work so she didn’t object. They went back into the nursery. Baby Bobbie was playing with the letter blocks but some were upside down and some on their sides. He seemed to have no understanding of the letters anymore.
His mummy knelt by the play-pen. “Does Baby Bobbie want to be mummy’s baby forever?” Baby Bobbie giggled and shook one of the letter blocks which tinkled. “Not bad for one session”, Emma muttered to Angie who was certainly impressed. Baby Bobbie crawled again to the corner of his pen showing off his nappy cover and picked up a rattle. He was clearly blissfully unaware of what was happening.
THE END
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Hope she keeps his crawler enforcing booties on permanently now that he has a stroller. Nice story DaraJaney, now it is time to banish back to the moon to rest again. BAMPH!
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Yeh, another part
Boo for "the end" (although understandable and a good way to wrap the plot!)
Thanks for all your work on here.
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DaraJaney,
Thank you for the excellent concluding chapter.
It looks like Baby Bobby will be mummy's little baby girl forever.
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Wonderful. Brilliant. Thank you.
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DaraJaney , I hope you don't get angry at me been working on a of fanfic of your story
Shoulda Gone to Camp where in your story his mother want baby bobby to live his life as a 1 year old baby girl but I don't how how to contact any other way, Ideally I would would email you or have messaged you one of my social apps
the key difference in mine is mother wants him to live as a
permanent newborn girl forever and premptively the body of a newborn, who cant get up, turn over, sit, other than move their arm and legs uncodinatedly and keep their hands in fists , he has the mas of a teenager, set up a hypnotic trigger if she or another grown grash his wrist he can stand move normally, except rexax his fiss, so she can easily move around into cots,, strollers, or his lovely boosterseat in her car. Later he variously tahe away reading wrting,and his various language skills, forced to babble happy sounding wordless near constantly.
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Another great story by DaraJaney. I like the pace of your stories. Not too fast and not too slow. Keep up the good work.
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Agree, DaraJaney developed another masterpiece here. One of my favorite details are the booties that force the character to crawl.