The further adventures of Baby Bobby-the Strict Nanny, pt 8
Author: Baby Bobby, Feb/2/2004 15:33:04 [-04]
While Bobby napped, I had some time to myself before Dixie would be getting home from work. I'd catch up on laundry (you'd be surprised how much a diaper wetting sissy makes!) or do whatever for the next two hours.
I went back into Bobby's nursery today at 5:30 pm, same time as usual, to wake him up from his nap. A squeeze of his thickly diapered bottom revealed that he was only somewhat wet and could wait to get a change. I took him out of his crib and led him into the living room, placing him in his playpen to play with his Legos. Bobby's life isn't exactly the most exciting although it's probably comparable to that of any diapered toddler. It's an endless procession of diaper changes, baby food, humiliation, naps, wet diapers and spankings.
About an hour later, I prepared his dinner, today made up of Spagetti-Os and mashed peas, to be washed down by a big baby bottle of tepid formula. After I'd secured him once again into his highchair, Dixie came home, looking ravishing, as always. She was dressed in an elegant suit and skirt, the latter riding smartly over her knees. She wore dark silky hose and black high heeled sandals whose sexy effect were not lost on Bobby. With Spagetti-Os spilling out of his mouth, he stared openly at the sheer white top under her business like suit jacket. If one were to stare as hard as Bobby was doing, they would see the lace of her size 38DD bra underneath the thin fabric of her low cut top. His mouth gaped open when she removed her jacket, her big breasts arching forward prominently as she slipped it off and threw it on the back of the couch.
"Hi Tiff, how's it going today?" she asked in greeting, ignoring her sex crazed husband/baby.
"Going great," I replied, "is that a new skirt? I haven't seen that one yet."
"Yes do you like it?" she said twirling around on her high heels to show the snug fit against her shapely derriere, "I got it at Nordstrom's last week."
"Va-va-voom," I said admiringly, "very sexy. I like the slit along the sides."
"Me too, it shows off just the right amount of thigh, don't you think?" she asked.
"Oh yes, very nice," I told her.
She reached back to undo her hair which was held up in an elaborate pile and let it fall about her shoulders. Bobby's eyes were riveted to her incredibly perfect bustline, made all the more ample when her arms reached up behind her. Shaking her head, her blonde tresses cascaded down to the level of her lower bra strap, her magnificent hair still full in body and shape.
Walking into the kitchen, she poured herself a glass of wine while still ignoring Bobby. We made small talk while she told me about work, her friends, and her hunky boyfriend, John, who would be over within the hour. Cradling her wine glass delicately in her immaculately manicured hands, she strode over to Bobby, who was still securely strapped into his highchair.
"So...looks like you'll have a job to do before bed," she remarked caustically, "I'm sure he'll be horny when he gets here."
Bobby gulped but he knew better than to argue with his mommy.
"Is he wet?" she asked me as she picked up his big bottle and pushed its rubber teat into his mouth forcing him to drink the hated liquid.
"When I woke him from his nap, he was only damp but he's probably soaked by now," I replied.
"How 'bout it Champ?" Dixie said teasingly, as she bent over to give him a close up of her substantial cleavage, "did mommy's little baby wet his diapers again?"
With a big bottle pressed against his lips, all he could do was nod his head and whimper but he chewed desperately on the rubber nipple as his forward view was filled with two curvy breasts.
"I'll change him before bedtime, I'm sure he's quite accustomed to the feel of wet diapers by now," I remarked.
We both laughed at his expense and then Dixie left to get changed for dinner. As for Bobby's, I quickly shovelled the rest of into his mouth, splattering noodles and mashed peas all over his face and bib.
"Come on, drink up," I said impatiently as I coaxed the half full bottle back up to his lips. He blanched at the bland formula but forced himself to swallow it regardless.
Just then, John walked in the door, filling the room with his masculine presence. It never ceased to amaze me how different two men could be. Frankly, it was hard to believe that they were of the same gender. Whereas John was 6' 2'' and 230 pounds of toned muscular majesty, Bobby was an effeminate, 140 pound weakling who would be lost without his diapers and plastic panties. John exuded a manly aura about him that would make any woman wet between her legs and I envied Dixie for having found him. Striding across the room, he swept over and gave me a peck on the cheek, his subtle cologne surrounding me and making my heart skip a beat.
"Hi ya Tiff!" he greeted me exuberantly, "how ya been?"
We talked briefly and he told me of the fancy restaurant that he was taking Dixie to tonight, a posh place downtown known for it's upper crust clientele.
"But first, I've got a little business to take care of," he said huskily as he eyed Bobby. The sissy wilted under his stare and looked away hoping he could escape what was about to happen.
"Well, let me just get him unstrapped here and he'll be all yours," I said eagerly.
I undid the velcro straps restraining Bobby's arms and stood him up, slapping his diapered butt to send him on his way.
"B-b-b-but-" he whimpered pathetically as John gripped him by the wrist and forcefully pulled him along towards the nursery.