Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
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It has been a long time since I last wrote and my latest story has been praying on my mind for a very long time.
Proof of Intent
Chapter 1
James and Lisa had recently started an intense courtship and it was clearly obvious to their friends and relatives that they found it difficult to keep their hands off each other. It had become so touchy feely that at times their associates found their behaviour embarrassing.
Lisa was an heiress to a huge estate that had been amassed by her father who was a big wheel in property development. She had an education that was privileged and comprehensive, and she ended up with a top-class law degree. Her allowance was so great that she had no need of work and cruised around with her other wealthy chums living it up in top resorts and restaurants.
She was a beauty, a natural blond, with a figure that would befit a top model. Perfect breasts, beautiful legs and a perfect bottom that cried out to be caressed. It was not surprising that James could never resist her.
In a matter of weeks they moved in to Lisa’s country mansion house, a small 20 bedroom house standing in a huge swathe of open countryside in the most beautiful part of Dartmoor. James moved in the same circles as Lisa’s father and was a fully qualified solicitor who had made substantial sums on the conveyancing of some properties of eye-watering value.
It was about a month after the two had been living together that James proposed to Lisa. He was more than a little surprised when she turned him down.
“How can I be sure that you are not just marrying me for the sake of my money?” she asked him.
“I don’t need your money” he replied crossly, “I have money of my own. If money is an issue then why not have a pre-nuptial agreement”
“Look here you fathead, it’s not just the money, it is proving that you really love me for me and nothing else”
“So, what do you want me to do?” he asked sounding irritated.
“I want you to be my baby for six months” she replied without any hesitation.
“What?” James retorted
“I want you to be my baby for six months, I want you to be about one year old, totally dependant on your nappies and plastic pants, suc-king a dummy and totally dependant on me for all your needs.” She explained in a quiet voice as if this were a perfectly normal request.
“…and after the six months?” asked James
“We will be married and there will be no need for any other complicated legal forms or procedures” explained Lisa
“When will this all start?” enquired James
“Now” said Lisa “I had the nursery decorated and fitted out long before you moved in, in fact, while we were living it up in Monaco. All your clothes and baby things are all carefully put away and waiting for you.”
“This is a joke, right?” queried James, still unable to grasp what was going on.
“Close your eyes” commanded Lisa as she rummaged around in her handbag. James shut his eyes tightly. Open your mouth sweetheart. James did as he was asked and as his teeth parted, he felt the teat fill the space in his mouth. Lisa pushed the adult sized dummy into his awaiting mouth and held the guard plate of the dummy tightly against his face. Her face lit up with joy as James started to suc-k on his new do di with never forgotten reflexes.
Author: I have not written the next chapter yet, so if you have any ideas, then I am able to incorporate them if they fit my theme!
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This story is so full of possibilities whatever direction you chose to take it I'm sure it will be an adventure for James.
I'm looking forward to part 2.
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I've heard of "a cry from the heart" but never one from the bottom! Cool image, antonia.
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Chapter 2
James almost collapsed with shock when Lisa unlocked the door to his new nursery. Inside stood a full range of furniture scaled in size to an adult sized baby. The cot was gleaming white with pictures of frolicking lambs stencilled on to the end boards. The cot rails looked firm and secure.
In a corner stood a large changing table with a vinyl top decorated with characters from nursery rhymes and a sturdy leather strap to hold baby in place during a nappy change. On a shelf there were at least two dozen snowy white thick terry nappies with a label beneath that stated “daytime”, next to that an even thicker pile of nappies which were labelled “night time” and there seemed to be at least a dozen of those. At the very end of the shelf was a large pile of plastic pants.
Underneath the unit within easy reach were baby powder, nappy rash creams and lotions, baby oil and other cosmetics. Nappy pins were open and ready with points embedded in a bar of soap. Baby wipes, nappy liners, and a large jar full of dummies were waiting for action.
A large pair of buckets stood on the floor with close fitting lids, one was labelled “Wet” the other was labelled “Soiled” nappies. His name was spelt out in baby blocks on each of them.
He stood there in a state of total shock as the view slowly sunk in.
“I haven’t made up your cot yet” she said to him “the sheets and blankets have just been washed and are being tumble dried to make them lovely and soft. The good news is that the mattress has a nice big rubber sheet fitted to protect it against your wetties. I made sure all your nappies were thoroughly washed and aired to make them bunny soft for my new lovely baby.”
James was speechless as Lisa started to undo the buttons on his shirt and slowly take it off. In a moment, his trousers were on the floor and she had him step out of them. His boxer shorts were also quickly removed.
“Upsy-daisy” she commanded “Let’s get baby ready for his great adventure”. The minute James was lying on the changing mat, Lisa had taken out her Wahl shaver and was removing his hair from all over his body from his neck downwards. She paid special attention to his (as she now called it) wee wee. James was wavering on having an erection, but then so humiliated that it died and fell limply away.
Lisa prepared a large terry nappy by folding it into a kite shape. In the back she put a large nappy liner and in the front she positioned a regular baby’s nappy folded to act as a soaker. She tapped him sharply to raise his bottom and the whole assembly was slipped under him. A thick sticky cream was applied to him back and from, then baby powder heavily sprinkled on top. She pulled and tugged the front between his legs and then pulled across the sides and pinned them tightly. James felt himself grow in his nappies as Lisa pulled out a pair of plastic pants and shook them open in front of his face. The distinctive smell of vinyl was unmissable as she threaded his feet into the leg holes. She sat him up, undid the leather strap and swung his feet round, and slipped him off the table. As he slipped to the floor, she pulled his plastic pants over his soft fluffy nappies and then went round tucking in stray pieces of toweling that poked out.
The dummy in James’s mouth was pumping like a piston as his erection began to intensify. Lisa rubbed the front of his babyish attire and he ejaculated into the soft folds of his soft nappies.
“That’s a very good baby for Mummy, to go spurties in your nappy,” said Lisa
James looked mortified unable to understand completely how he had allowed himself into this situation.
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Great set-up!
It would be good to know her motivation - yes she wants to ensure he isn’t just after her money, but why 6 months as a baby? Is she a Female Supremacist or a Lesbian (or both!)? Is she unable to have children? Will he then stay as a baby? Is it some sort of revenge? So many questions - really looking forward to the next chapter…
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Chapter 3
“Right then” Lisa said “into your cot for a nap, then it will be lunch time”. James climbed up onto the cot mattress and slid his legs over the cot rail. He sat on the rubber sheet which was not very comfortable. “Silly mummy hasn’t made your cot yet.” She went to the chest of drawers and pulled out a pale blue onesie. “Let’s put this on baby, shall we?” In no time at all she was popping the snaps between his legs, his thick nappies bulging out between the poppers showing clear plastic panties with a white terry nappy beneath.
James was mortified and suc-ked intently on his binky, a small line of dribble escaping his lips which Lisa immediately spotted. She went over to the chest of drawers and opened a small drawer at the top and took out a terry towelling bib with a teddy embroidered on the front. She tied it round James’s neck just as the first line of drool made its way on to the soft fabric.
James spluttered around his dummy trying to protest the babyish protection, but the action just caused him to drool more intently. Lisa lent into the cot and gave him a bid hug and kissed the front of his dummy. She leant back and pulled up the side of his cot and engaged to locks on either side. There was a sound of an electric motor and the base of the cot sank down into the floor leaving rails five feet high above the figure on the mattress.
James sat in his new cot bewildered, this could not be happening to him, why had he let her demean him in this way? He stood up in his cot and realised that it would be very difficult to climb out. His onesie had fitted feet and enclosed his hands, the stretchy terry cloth would never be able to grip the shiny wooden slats of his prison. Nonetheless, he tried, but he could not gain any purchase to haul himself up the bars. He fiddled with the catches at either end of the rails and realised that they required a special fob to activate them. He sank back onto the rubber sheet realising that his situation was graver than he had originally imagined.
That slight feeling of fear triggered another effect and that was the need to urinate. His bladder was now signalling the need to go to the toilet. Surely, she did not really mean for him to wet his nappy? He began to jiggle about as the intensity of the demand increased.
Lisa chose that moment to come back into his nursery carrying a bundle of fragrant, soft bedding freshly tumbled in the drier. “Here I am baby!” she announced cheerfully. “Let’s get you out of your cot so we can make it up for you. She put her hand on the catch and James noticed that on her bracelet was a small sphere that flashed as she touched the rail which dropped as the base was raised.
James rolled out of the cot and his discomfort amplified as his bladder begged for release. He went to take out his dummy, but immediately Lisa smacked his hand “You must never take out your soother James, only Mummy is allowed to do that” she admonished.
“Need go toilet” he tried to explain spluttering past his large dummy teat and at the same time clutching the front of his onesie as he did his potty dance. Lisa started to make up his cot, first fitting a soft flannelette base sheet, then a top sheet, followed by a blue cellular blanket that she carefully tucked in to the mattress. Finally, she had a glorious patchwork quilt decorated with clowns and circus themes with one square that was beautifully embroidered with “For Baby Jimmy. Made by Jane Fothergill August 2025.” It had cost her £3,000 and was a future heirloom.
“Toilet” he spluttered “toilet”
“Go in your nappy you silly baby, that is why I put you back in nappies so you can wet and soil yourself anytime you need to. I am asking a lot of you I know, but what better way to prove you really love me than by debasing yourself to please me and prove that you will do anything to prove your love for me.”
James felt a spurt of urine seep out into his nappies, he clutched himself but his nappies were too thick for this to have any effect and the floodgates opened as he released all his pee. A tear formed in his eye followed by another until they were flowing down his cheeks. Lisa put her hand on the front of his onesie and felt the heat radiate from his recent eliminations.
“What a good baby you are,” she said kissing him on his cheek as the flow eventually came to a stop. “I’m not going to change you right away” she said “because it is probably a good idea for you to get used to wearing wet and dirty nappies just like a real baby. Besides, you are wearing the very best quality nappies and there is plenty of capacity left in them.”
James climbed back into his newly made cot and snuggled under the quilt.
Lisa went to the other side of his extensive nursery to a kitchen counter fitted with a small sink and simple kitchen equipment like a kettle and microwave. In a few minutes she had made James up a bottle of formula and into this she added an amount of powder that quickly dissolved. She returned to James, removed his dummy, and put the bottle into his hands. James lifted the bottle to his lips and began to suc-k down the contents. He was parched and although the bottle was a little sweet for his taste it did quench his thirst. He stopped just short of finishing, but Lisa reached in and made sure he took all his bottle. He barely made the end before his eyes began to get heavy and he could barely keep his eyes open as the sleeping draft took effect. Lisa covered him up with his new quilt and pushed his dummy back in.
It was 2 o’clock and James’s 200 plus days’ challenge was well and truly started.
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Chapter 4
James awoke late in the afternoon and he realised from the weight of his nappy that he must have wet himself again during his sleep. The soft terry towelling that had been so soft, fluffy and caressing, was now hard, solid and clinging. His skin, unused to being damp and confined in such a soggy environment had begun to look a little red – the barrier cream applied at the time of his nappying had worn off and nappy rash was about to commence.
Lisa breezed in and the side of his cot was lowered. She immediately set about undoing his onesie by pulling apart the snaps and exposing the very wet yellow nappies peaking out beneath. She worked his feet out of the leggings and motioned him to lift his bottom so that she could slip his changing mat beneath him. Down came the plastic pants, out came the pins, away came the soaking nappies which were put in the “wet” nappies bucket.
“What a good baby to have his sleep and wet his nappies again,” she said carefully wiping his wee wee stick and front with baby wipes. She pushed back his legs and cleaned his bottom with equal efficiency making sure to thoroughly clean around his poo hole.” She looked carefully at his reddening skin “ugh oh,” she exclaimed “looks like baba has a little start of naughty nappy rash.” She reached under the changing table and took out a large pot of zinc and castor oil cream, which she applied thickly all over his nappy region. It felt cool on his skin, but was at the same time heavy and sticky. She took two of his extra thick night time nappies and folded them together and slipped them under his bottom. He lowered his bottom on to the soft cloth and felt how the towelling adhered to the sticky cream. Lisa picked up a jumbo bottle of talc-um powder and shook in generously over his sissy stick., before pulling the thick wedge of nappies through his legs and pinning them tightly with four nappy pins. She reached to the end of the shelf and picked a pair of thick pink vinyl pants from the bottom of the pile. These were one of the super large sizes she had chosen for his night time protection. She struggled to pull the pants up over the huge bulk of his nappies, made especially difficult because the nappies were so thick that James could not pull his legs together, so great was the bulk and width of the terries.
She went to the big cupboard next to the chest of drawers and took out a smocked nightie made of Winceyette, that she dropped over his head and buttoned up at his back. It was exactly the nightwear that would be worn by a baby less than a year old.
The bib James had been wearing was wet with his dribbles and she pulled it through the neck of the nightie and undid the bow to remove it. James suc-ked on his dummy and said nothing, still scarcely believing what was happening to him.
Lisa retrieved another larger, thicker bib from his drawer and tied it round his neck, this one was pink and had a strange teddy on the front dressed in nappies. It was also backed with a vinyl layer to prevent the dampness permeating though to his nightie.
On his feet she fitted white woollen booties that secured with pink ribbons.
“Time for your tea” she said taking a set of pink leather reins out of another drawer. The little bells on the breast plate tinkled sweetly as she carefully secured the buckles at the back. She pulled at the leading rein secured on either side of his waist and he scrambled out of his cot and onto the floor.
Every move he made resulted in a delightful tinkling of the little bells. He suc-ked on his dummy not knowing what else he could do. A tug on his reins propelled him toward the nursery door, which he noted had very secure locks. His nursery was as secure as any prison.
They made their way down stairs. He had to bump down on his bottom because his booties slipped easily on the carpet. He was astounded when they entered the kitchen because pride of place at the kitchen table was a full sized high chair with a little step for him to climb up into it. Once he sat down, Lisa clipped his harness to the two d-rings at each side and pulled the strap through his legs to prevent him falling out.
Chapter 5
Lisa took no time in serving him his tea which consisted of fish fingers and baked beans, served with bread and butter and tomato sauce. She put a full sized bib on him that included arms and so protected the whole of his upper torso. It was secured at the back with three cloth ties and made of the softest terry towelling.
A plate was set before him and he looked for eating implements but found none. Lisa smiled and told him to eat with his fingers. James was starving and dived in to his meal, in no time at all, his face was sticky with the juice of baked beans and crumbs from the coating of his fish fingers. A bottle of Ribena appeared and he didn’t think twice about suc-king down the blackberry juice with gusto through the teat of the babyish feeder. Rivulets of the purple juice ran on to his bib and James could not have cared less. Chocolate cake finished off his treat and Lisa was delighted to see how well James was taking to his new role as baby of the house.
“You are really making me so happy” cooed Lisa as she stroked James’s head as he finished off the last pieces of the cake. “Look at my baby boy enjoying tea with his Mummy. It’s just as well baby has a big bib on, isn’t it?” she asked “You have certainly made your Mummy some washing on that one, haven’t you sweetheart? We had better clean up your handy pandies before we let you out of your high chair, what do you think?”
James tilted up the bottle and suc-ked out the last of his juice with a hiss. He put it down on the tray and it fell over and rolled onto the floor, he hung over the side to see where it had fallen and was totally restrained by his harness. He felt completely trapped and for the first time he felt a tingle of fear run through him. He was totally secured, Lisa oversaw every element of his life. He could not run anywhere; he could not even move anywhere in the house without her being in control. He had no say in what he ate or drank, he had no input on the simple act of going to the toilet or where and when he went to bed.
The sphere on Lisa’s bracelet winked briefly as she released the catch on the tray to his high chair. She picked up his dummy and put it in a plastic box full of steriliser that was by the sink. The bottle was retrieved from the floor and put in the sink for washing. She carefully undid the ties securing his bib and carefully removed it. His harness, dribble bib and underlying nightie were all pristine. She undid the harness and took it off. James was helped to the floor and he realised that this was a chance for him to escape.
He stood fixed to the spot, a small sound escaped him, almost a chuckle. Where the hell could he go dressed in a huge double set of night time terry nappies covered by a ridiculously large pair of plastic pants that ballooned out around him, attired in a baby’s nightie with the most beautiful silk threads of every shade of pink you could imagine. His footwear of woollen booties tied with pink ribbons would not last a hundred yards over the sharp stones of the driveway. No money, no phone, so basically no chance of escape at all. The rye smile quickly turned in to a very sad face as the realisation of his hopeless situation washed over him. Once again, the tears began to pour down his cheeks as he wept silently.
Lisa came back from the sink and looked sadly at James who was looking forlorn and dismal. “What’s the matter baby boy?” she asked softly
“I don’t want to be a baby” he replied
“Naughty baby! Why are you talking with out having your dummy in?” she asked pushing a new super-sized pink dummy with a large face plate in to his mouth.
“I no wanf be baby” he struggled to say through his new very restricting dummy that covered the entire length of his mouth, covering over all his lips and depressing his tongue with a large silicon teat. His sense of helplessness returned in force with his power of speech so severely compromised.
“Well ,you are my baby for six months” confirmed Lisa with authority “you are going to enjoy being a baby because I am going to make sure of it. Now come with me in to the lounge so we can finish your tea.”
James took the offered hand of Lisa and let himself be guided in to the lounge where a large nursing chair had been installed. She put a very large baby’s bottle on the small table by the chair and sat down. She beckoned James to lie across her and covered him in a soft baby shawl, she coaxed the nipple of the bottle into his mouth. He started to suc-k and the sweet milk and secret coc-ktail of drugs made their way in to his tummy. As one of her hands held his bottle. The other hand rested on the front of his plastic pants.
“Normally, babies wet their nappies while they are having their night time feed and I will reward you if you are a very good baby and go in your nappy.” James suc-ked slowly enjoying her warmth and again feeling loved and secure in the warmth of the shawl. As he suc-ked, so some of the relaxing ingredients in his feed began to work on his bladder and in no time, he felt the need to release. The pace of his suc-kling increased as his wetting increased and the warmth spread across the front of his nappy and washed down between his legs into his bottom. Lisa feeling the increasing warmth inside his plastic panties, speeded up the rubbing and kneading of the front of James’s nappy. It was not long before James was doing his second spurties into his nappies.
Lisa was smart, she had planned his degradation to the finest detail and it would not be too long before James could only get sexually excited if he was wearing a wet or dirty nappy.
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Hi Antonia, great start and look forward to coming chapters. I am guessing Lisa has a lot more than 6 months planned for his babyhood judging by all the expense she has incurred.
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Chapter 6
James was slipping away fast by the time he had finished the large bottle of doctored milk, which contained sedatives, muscle relaxants and a few other things to help reduce his libido and weaken his spirit.
He lay in his cot in his damp nappy which Lisa decided was not sufficiently wet to be changed at that moment, beside she wanted him to be used to being left in a dirty nappy and for him to acclimatise and normalise this feeling.
She went to the cupboard and pulled out the most beautiful pink bonnet that could ever be imagined, made of the softest angora wool, with a trim of fluffy synthetic boa, lacy ribbon, and other trimmings. Inset into the sides of the bonnet were tiny ear buds that were blue-toothed to her phone. These were subliminal messages that repeated continually. She carefully tied the ribbons beneath his chin, ruing the fact that his constant drooling was likely going to spoil his new headwear.
James slipped deeper in to sleep but she was pleased to see that he suc-ked confidently on his dummy which pumped rhythmically as he breathed and fell into a pattern that he no doubt found a comfort.
“Wetting your nappies makes mummy very happy. You like wearing a wet nappy because it shows mummy that you love her. A wet nappy against your little wee wee make you feel very excited and shows mummy that you can be a very big boy for her in your nappy. Mummy really would like to see you soil your nappy, and do a big poo for her. A dirty nappy would make your mummy so proud of her new baby James. Can you imagine how wonderful it would feel to have a big poo poo pressing out the back of your fluffy nappy. You don’t have to worry where you are, you can just do a poo straight in to your nappy and mummy will come a make you nice and clean afterwards. It is quite normal for baby to pee and poo in their nappies, mummy expects her baby to be wet and dirty. She loves a filthy nappy.” The tape went on endlessly and James absorbed all this information in his drug induced sleep. It was not even seven o’clock.
Lisa looked with joy at her new charge. She loved her new potential life, no more partying and lavish life style mixing with over-sexed boys who wanted nothing more than to get in her knickers and fondle her breasts. The truth was that she enjoyed the fondling, she enjoyed the foreplay, she adored the orgasms, but the actual act of penetration left her cold. The risk of pregnancy terrified her, all through her formative years her mother had warned her of the evil results of unmarried sex. She had gone in to elaborate details of how Lisa had almost killed her, so complex and difficult had been her labour and delivery. So it was, that Lisa was traumatised by the idea of pregnancy and childbirth.
Over a period of many years she had developed her plan, a way to avoid getting pregnant, a way to have the child she most certainly wanted without the pain of childbirth. Her planning was immaculate down to the very finest of details, how to ensnare the best subject, how to quickly mould him into the baby she wanted. There were many facets that were going to be very difficult to achieve, indeed she would have to try several experiments to achieve her aims. She hoped they would succeed because failure could easily damage her subject.
She lent over and kissed James on his forehead and activated the latches on his cot. The rails came up and the bed dropped to the floor. He was now secure and a growing yellow stain at the front of his nappy showed that he was settling in perfectly.
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Sounds like Lisa definitely has long term plans for James. I should think, with his current 'medication' He will be totally nappy dependent in a couple of weeks and then there will be no way back.
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So great!
It’s easy to see how her mother frequently telling her about the pain of childbirth would put her off not just child bearing, but also being penetrated.
It would be wonderful to see how she incorporates her enjoyment of orgasms into the new life she is creating…
And are we going to meet her mother? Is she dominant too?
Such great work. Thank you.
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Chapter 7
Lisa tidied the nursery and collected up his dirty washing and put it in the laundry hamper. She went downstairs and cleaned up the kitchen. Everything had to be spick and span for the next day because she had a small staff joining her.
She did not want to be working the whole day cleaning and cooking, so she had Mrs Warren joining her as a housekeeper to look after the catering and general running of the household. To help the housekeeper, she had Maria joining them as a chamber maid who would also look after the laundry which was going to mount up as James became her baby. Finally, she had Caroline coming, who was a Norland trained nanny and a fully qualified SRN who had previously been a sister within the NHS.
Lisa had explained during the interview that James was going to be a bit of a surprise for them all, but that he was her boy friend who had expressed some strange desires which she was pleased to indulge. They would all live in the mansion and would all be sworn to total secrecy and not talk to anybody about what happened under her roof. In return she rewarded them with salaries that were extremely generous.
She went in to the lounge and picked up the baby shawl that she had wrapped up James during his feed. She put her head into its soft fluffy folds and inhaled deeply; it smelt of baby powder and James. She took it upstairs to the nursery and sat in her nursery chair looking at James suc-king peacefully on his binky. She stuffed the end of his shawl into her pants and rubbed herself intimately. James interrupted her thoughts with a series of grunts. He was soiling his nappy as she looked at him. Immediately she became sexually aroused and started to take herself to a most outrageous orgasm that went on and on. She smelt the shawl and it was now mixed with the aroma of a freshly dirtied nappy, she was in ecstasy.
James had fought the sedatives and was fighting his way through the layers of cotton wool that fogged his brain. Slowly he shook his head to try and restore some sense of normality and realised that what he felt in the back of his nappy was no dream, but a smelly symbol normally left by a six-month-old baby as it slept. Yet, there was something in the back of his mind that told him that this was perfectly normal, and as he tried to sit up, the great mass cementing his terry nappy to his behind was positively sensual. A sudden flood of pee rushed down the front of his nappy and trickled between his legs to join the humiliating log, further heating up the source of his elimination. To his amazement he felt himself start to grow firm and an erection begin to grow.
Lisa, radiant from her own moment of fun, had lowered the bars to his cot and was sitting on the cot next to James. She spooned up to him, forcing the log back between his cheeks, while one hand encircled him and massaged the front of his plastic pants, the other hand pushed and gyrated against his bottom to further accentuate his infantile act.
“What a good baby you are to make a dirty nappy for mummy. It feels so good to go poo poo in your nappy, doesn’t it, my little one?” she encouraged him by mashing his filthy mess into his bottom while encouraging him to jack off in his nappy. James was fighting so many conflicts, so many taboos had been broken, grown men did not shit themselves and then get so sexually excited that they had to masturbate into the same nappy they had just fouled.
Lisa could read that James was in conflict. “Come on James, c-um in your nappy for Mummy, you are so clever to go poo poo in your nappy. Not many men could be so clever to go against their training and return to babyhood in such a short time. Look at you in your wet and stinky nappy, I am so proud of you, my darling baby. Show Mummy how clever you are again and go spurties in your nappy again.” She increased the speed of her administrations and James surrendered to all the stimulation and triggers that had been planted. In a minute he was pumping his seed into the wet terry cloth of his nappies. The association between a dirty nappy and sexual excitement was now firmly established, he would find it very difficult to disassociate such feelings in the future.
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Chapter 8
Lisa began the rather horrid task of cleaning up James. The details are rather graphic and not worth repeating here! She came to the stage where she began to apply the protective creams that prevented him from getting nappy rash. She looked at his sissy stick, which fully erect was not spectacular at under four inches in length. Length doesn’t matter, right?! Now it lay in her hand limp and exhausted.
She reached into the baby basket and pulled out a small tube containing a special cream she had formulated by a chemist friend of hers. It contained a number of special additives; proteolytic enzymes from papaya and pineapple (papaine and bromelaine) used as debriding agents in burn treatments to eat necrotic tissue and to soften tough meat in cooking; complex steroids and hormones that were banned for use in cosmetics and another ingredient that for copyright reasons cannot be revealed. In a few weeks, this cream code name “Shortex” would have significant effect on his member.
She applied a generous amount and despite having recently ejaculated James managed to find the energy to create another boner, which was excellent for the effectiveness of the cream because all those engorged blood vessels would absorb the chemicals that would surely destroy the structure of his stick.
Clean night time nappies were laid out and folded, a new nappy liner fitted with a soaker pad for his final change of the day. A new pair of plastic pants replaced the rather soiled ones she had carefully removed previously. He should have had a bath, but Lisa had run out of energy from all that had happened that day. Soon, James was in a fresh set of fluffy nappies with his dribble bib replaced and pretty bonnet securely in place.
He was sat up suc-king on his dummy and looking around his nursery. “I don’t want to be a baby” he spluttered “I want to go back to where we were.” Lisa rummaged around in the kitchenette area of his nursery and returned looking rather cross and upset.
“We were never anywhere James, we were on the start of a path of discovery and I wanted to make sure that the way forward would be good for us both. I promised you that I would look after you and make sure you were always cared for during the six month trial. Today, I have fed you, changed you, looked after your every need, including wanking you off three times. What have I had in return? Nothing but you moaning and groaning. Big deal, so you have had to be put back in nappies and to wet and soil them like a baby. Is that so much to ask?
She took of her dress and got into the cot next to James and began to stroke and fondle his face. She pulled out his dummy covered in slobber and wiped it on his bib before putting it at the head of his crib. She kissed him fully on the lips, her tongue exploring deep into his mouth. Her hand went under his soft nightie and felt the front of his plastic pants, whether he had run out of steam or was not in the mood, she could not encourage him to rise. He fondled inside her panties and was rewarded with a wetness that showed her to be eager for relief. Lisa straddled his face and he began to lick and suc-kle her in ways that drove her wild with passionate excitement. “That’s a good boy for Mummy” she gasped “suc-k, suc-k on Mummy and make her happy. His hands fondled her breasts and within minutes she was grinding herself into his face, grunting and growling like a wild animal until the roar finally came out as she orgasmed with an intensity she had never experienced before.
She felt the front of his plastic pants and was rewarded with the feeling of James wetting himself and the warmth permeating across the front of his terry nappy. So powerful had been the subliminal messaging that he was now beginning to associate sexual excitement with the use of his nappy. “I want my do di” he said sounding a little anxious.
Lisa climbed off his face which was covered in her love juices. She wiped his face with his dribble bib and inserted his much-loved dummy. She removed her pants and bra and threw them in his laundry hamper and walked naked to the kitchenette to prepare James a night time bottle. She fed him his drink whilst holding him in a tight secure, cuddling embrace.
He just suc-ked down the last of the bottle, his eyes closed, and he drifted off into a drug fuelled sleep. Lisa replaced his dummy which James latched onto immediately. The bonnet was straightened and the subliminal messages started again. His blanket and quilt were pulled over him to make him feel snug and secure. As a final touch, Lisa thought it a good time to introduce him to his baby shawl which he would certainly adopt as his comforter and carry around with him always. She put a corner in his hand and put the shawl up against the side of his face so that he would feel its softness and smell Lisa, baby powder and baby conditioner.
Tomorrow was going to be a very busy and interesting day.
[Interlude]
Author note: I have reached the end of my story for the time being. It might take a while for the next chapters to be written
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Antonia, wonderful story. I think you deserve a rest, but not too long I hope. Now that Lisa is shrinking his c_ck I don't think she had any intention of honouring Her 6 month promise. I think a nice little 5-7cm fully erect c_ck would be just right for her to tease and play with for Her fully babyfied little James.
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I love it when a sissy associates a full diaper with arousal. Hope for more soonish!
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Pleased to see that you are back. you have always been one of my most favorite authors. The story is perfect. Perhaps the near future will see increasing sissyfication: some cute baby dresses and rumba panties, breastfeeding, playpen time? In any event, Whatever direction your muse takes this will be fine.
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Chapter 9
James woke up feeling sore, he had a bad case of nappy rash beginning, not helped at all by the excessive rubbing to the front of his nappy on the previous day. His nappy was soaked, his bib wet from a night of drooling as he nursed on his dummy. His hand clutched tightly to the woollen shawl which he had caressed to his face and luxuriated in the fragrance the entire night.
The continual subliminal messaging had him unperturbed by the thought that he had wet his nappies during the night. He knew that his (do di) dummy and his (shoo-shoo) baby shawl were a vital part of his life and he would be very nervous if they were to leave his sight.
Lisa came in with a warm bottle of milk which he grabbed hungrily and began to suc-k vigorously on the bottle teat. As he enjoyed his bottle, she removed his wet and rather odorous nappy and threw it in the wet nappy bucket. In no time at all she had him in the bath and enjoying a happy time splashing and laughing as he played with a few bright yellow plastic ducks. She pulled the reluctant boyfriend out of the bath and carefully dried him off.
The special cream was applied generously to his little sissy stick which she could have sworn was already looking smaller that it had the day before. A heavy layer of zinc and castor oil cream was applied to his nappy area, with particular attention to the areas where small pimples were erupting in patches of redness where nappy rash was beginning to appear. The coolness of the cream induced a tumescence into his little member and Lisa smiles at how the erection was speeding up his downfall as the drugs were absorbed into his blood stream.
She decided not to use his plastic pants in an attempt to allow some air to get to his skin. She laid him in his cot on top of three night time nappies and loosely pinned two regular nappies around him to allow his skin to recover. James wanted to get out and was not cooperating, so Lisa put him in a fresh little smocked night dress and then put him in his reins, which she attached firmly to the restraining rings on the cot. Now he was lying on his back and unable to sit up or do anything other than stare at the ceiling. She picked up his unfinished bottle and he resumed his feed. He was asleep in ten minutes, legs wide apart, shawl against his ear and his bottle hanging out the side of his mouth.
The door bell rang and Lisa ran down to greet her new guest. A very smart tall girl stood before her dressed in the traditional Norland nanny uniform which was a pale grey/beige. Her hair was tied neatly into a bun leaving her features looking a little severe. She was dark haired with a gently tanned complexion and she was tall and slender. She looked athletic, here muscles were well developed and she clearly looked after herself, as well as she cared for her little charges. She paid her taxi driver, who had lined her suit cases in a row on the doorstep.
“Caroline Fortiscue” she announced with a clear diction of a lady who had been well educated and came from a very good family “I am here to be the nanny to James”
“Wonderful” enthused Lisa who was looking quite flushed and radiant from her dash to the door “I am so pleased you have decided to join me. James is in his nursery, he has had his wet nappy removed, been given a bath and put in a clean nappy, fed his bottle and is now having a nap. Let me help you to your room.”
Lisa took one of the cases and Caroline easily picked up the other two. The went up to the nursery and opened the adjoining door. Caroline’s new room was bright and airy, it had a comfortable double bed topped with a patchwork quilt. The bedside table had a baby monitor on its top which showed a green light. The sound of James suc-king on his dummy could be heard clearly.
In the room were ample fitted wardrobes, in the middle of which was the door that led in to the nursery. On the wall with the window was a small table that had two large packets of unopened terry towelling nappies, a pile of bibs in their cellophane wrappers, plastic pants of various colours, styles and sizes in plastic bags and several different coloured dummies also in their original packaging.
They dropped the cases and went through to the nursery. “He has nappy rash” confessed Lisa “so I am trying not to use his plastic nappy covers this morning. Good grief, I changed his nappy just ten minutes ago and he has wet himself already” she whispered with a slight giggle.
James was sound asleep, the nappies covering him were clearly yellowed by his wetting, but he was blissfully unaware as he suc-ked on his dummy. His freshly washed hair shone in the sunlight that came through the nursery window, his pink bonnet was hung over the corner post of his crib ready for use later.
Caroline explored the nursery, approving of the kitchenette and nappy changing facilities, and at the thought that had been paid to the storage of his babyish supplies and clothes. She wandered over to a door on the other side of the nursery and peeked inside. It was a sluice for dirty nappies and had a specially designed bathing area for a large baby. It was clear from the wet towels and disorder, that it had been used recently.
“Look, you get settled in and unpack your things and we will have a meeting this afternoon, once the other staff have arrived and are on board. I would be grateful if you could change the little one when he wakes up. I bet he will be thrilled to know that he now has a nanny!” said Lisa