Danielle's Birthday Party

[Baby Bobby]

Note to the readers: This story is a continuation of the one I posted previously, called "A Change For Danny".


Danielle's Birthday Party



While cheerful sounds of Barney played on the TV, filling the living room with its happy, light hearted, childish melodies--warm, sunny light streamed in through the windows, mirroring the cheerful attitude of the room's sole occupant; a slim youth, looking much more like a baby than his chronological age would suggest.

As Danny, or rather, Danielle--as he was referred to these days--sat in his playpen, he was literally bursting with eager excitement and anticipation.

Today was his thirteenth birthday and his mommy had a big party planned for him. Colorful balloons in white, pink, and lavender decorated the front room and a festive banner crossing from wall to wall proclaimed 'Happy Birthday!'. There was even a pink birthday cake and as Danielle looked through the netted side of his playpen, he felt pride at the circle of 13 candles adorning it--now, maybe people would start respecting him.

Danielle had hinted to his mommy that he really wanted a Playstation this year and although she had been rather coy with him, he privately held out hope that she would give in to his wishes. At the advanced age of thirteen, he was finally a teenager now and he was really hoping that she could put an end to the baby treatment she had started three years ago.

A half hour previous, his sister Brittany had finished feeding him his breakfast--spoon fed to him while he had been secured in his highchair. She was a now a cute sophomore in High School and her body was growing more womanly every day. By contrast, Danielle's own "manhood" hadn't grown so much as a millimeter since his tenth birthday and it was still babyishly small compared to the rest of his otherwise unimpressive body. Of course, that hardly mattered, since the only girls that saw him were his mom, tutor, and babysitters and they certainly weren't going to have any kind of relationship--sexual or otherwise, with the effeminate, simpering sissy. Indeed, the entire neighborhood knew all about Danielle now, about his childish need for diapers and the girly, toddler outfits his mom dressed him in daily. They all saw him as nothing more than an overgrown, bedwetting baby girl who still very much needed his mommy.

As Danielle played happily in his playpen, he was still dressed in his jammies from last night--that is, a short, ruffled diaper shirt that left his big, embarrassing underwear fully exposed, along with some cute matching anklets. And since he hadn't been changed yet, his bulging diapers were, of course, completely soaked. But that didn't dampen the little sissy's spirits. No, even the cool, clammy embrace of multiple layers of soggy wet Birdseye cloth clinging to his bottom and squishing between his legs couldn't put a dent in his enthusiasm for the birthday party awaiting him.

Danielle's ordinary life was so often dull and boring, that this party in his honor was a true event to get excited about. He looked forward to being the center of attention for once, instead of being ignored and marginalized, as was so often the case.

Danielle looked up to see his mommy stride purposefully into the living room to retrieve him for his daily, morning enema. Lifting him out of his playpen, she led him back to the nursery where the usual equipment awaited him; the big, red rubber bag bursting with warm, sudsy water, and the long slender hose which ended in a particularly large enema nozzle. Danielle didn't like it because even though it was made of a soft, pliable silicon, its wide girth nevertheless made him squeal and whimper every time his mommy pushed it into his pouting, protesting bottom.
While the original nozzle had worked fine, she had purchased it simply to emasculate her sissy son even further, if that were even possible.

Still, the little pantywaist knew from experience that there was no avoiding this daily ritual and he stood still as his mommy patiently took down his rubber panties and diapers and pulled him over her lap.

"Spread your legs, baby," she chided him as she began probing between his lily white cheeks, seeking out the best angle for insertion of the blunt, bulbous nozzle.
Submissively, Danielle did as he was told to accept the rubbery instrument that he was going to have to take regardless.
"That's it, nice and wide, that's momma's baby girl," she commended him.

With a firm, determined push, the blunt invader slipped past Danielle's defeated sphincter and deep into his rectum, making the poor sissy squeal and kick a little. He bit his lip anxiously but he knew once all nine inches of the phallic nozzle were buried all the way in, there was no stopping the inevitable. His mommy paused long enough to twirl the slippery tool and pull it out a bit before plunging it back in again all the way. Danielle squealed again and his hands waved in the air in futile protest.

When the clip was undone, Danielle gasped and bunched his fists, moaning much like the little girl he appeared to be as a rushing torrent of soapy water began filling him up.
His mommy smiled down at her helpless boy, watching as his bottom cheeks flexed, trying desperately in vain to expel the big rubbery invader. She kept a firm grip on the base of the nozzle, holding it all the way to make sure that he got every one of its nine inches.

"Is my little girl looking forward to her birthday party today?" his mommy asked charitably.
"Uh-huh," he replied weakly.
It was hard for him to concentrate with the cramping that was beginning already and he moaned again.

"Mommy has a very special present for you this year," she said temptingly.

Even as he struggled to deal with both the fat nozzle stretching his back hole, and the volume of hot water filling his bowels, Danielle somehow managed to hold onto a spark of hope that she was referring to his much desired Playstation.

"Today is baby's special day," she told him, "and Mommy invited a lot of her friends over so we're going to have a wonderful time today," she said cheerfully, referring to herself in the third person as she often did around Danielle.

"We need to get you all squeaky clean for your guests," she told him, "And a nice, hot soapy enema is just what my baby girl needs."

The next ten minutes were slow and agonizing for the prissy, pubescent youth as he struggled and squirmed over his mommy's lap. She kept up the pace, opening and closing the clip, waiting for the soapy water to settle deeper inside of him before opening it up again to give him another liquid dose.

At long last, the remaining suds passed through the nozzle to disappear into Danielle's pert bottom. His mommy waited a moment, sliding the fat, rubbery nozzle partially in and out of him before finally extracting it completely.

"Okay baby girl--run along and take care of that," she said as she gently lifted him to his feet.

Danielle waddled away gingerly, whimpering weakly, as the cramps threatened to overwhelm him. Meanwhile, his mommy busied herself getting his outfit ready for the eventful day.

[Baby Bobby]

First, were his obligatory diapers, three of the soft, fluffy layers, each with spongy soaker pads sewn down the middle. She stacked them up on his changing table and then selected a cute pair of white nursery print plastic panties to go with them.
Briefly, she stopped to admire the delicate pink lace around the leg holes and waist before setting them down next to his diapers.
Danielle will look so precious in these, she mused to herself. She knew he didn't like them because they looked so little-girl babyish but that was exactly why she liked them so much.

Standing up, she went over to his closet to pick out a suitable dress for her sissy son. The decision was not an easy one, as she had acc-umulated so many wonderful baby dresses over the last several years, that deciding on only one was always difficult. She sifted through them, from one end to the other, before finally deciding on a brightly colored Easter dress. It was a pretty lemon yellow with pink and white accents throughout. With a built in ruffled petticoat, it had short, puffy sleeves and a Peter Pan bodice decorated with rocking chairs and playful teddy bears. It looked like just the thing a 4 year-old toddler girl would wear to Sunday School. And like all of Danielle's dresses, the hem was cut particularly short to make sure his thick, fluffy diapers couldn't be hidden and were always clearly on display. This had the practical effect of making his diaper changes easier but the poor sissy was always tugging in vain to try and cover his embarrassing, childish underwear.

The object of her preparations toddled into the nursery sheepishly, his small hands covering his tiny little package modestly.

"Ready for your diapers, Danielle?" his mommy asked directly.
He paused at the entrance of the nursery.
"Umm...I was wondering..." he began tentatively, "Um, do you think I could maybe...um, not wear my diapers for the party?"
He shuffled his feet as he stared at the floor, too intimidated by his mommy to actually look her in the eye with his request.
"Come along, Danielle--you have a long day ahead of you," she said firmly as she took  his hand and laid him down on the bunny soft stack waiting on the changing table, "You know as well as I do that you can't go without your diapers--you'd just wet yourself in front of everyone."
"Yes mommy," he replied in a barely a whisper.
"Silly sissy," she said with a tone of finality.

As soon as he lay prone on the changing table, his mommy grasped his ankles together and raised them high over his head. Taking a generous handful of diaper rash cream, she smeared it across his curvy bottom, coating each youthful cheek with a thick layer of the sticky substance. Danielle whimpered a bit and he gripped the sides of the vinyl covered changing table to steady himself as his mommy continued her ministrations.
He was frustrated that he had so easily been defeated, and now everyone today was going to see him dressed as a diaper-dependent baby girl.

Lowering his legs, his mommy sprinkled fragrant baby powder over all of his front and up his chest until the youth was surrounded by the babyish perfume. Pulling the front of his soft diapers up, she pinned the corners together snuggly with pink, bunny headed safety pins. Danielle submissively positioned his anklet covered feet to accept the gaily printed plastic panties that his mommy pulled up his smooth, hairless legs and over the very bulky diaper swaddling his hips.

"There," she said obviously pleased, "Now my little bedwetter is ready for her baby dress."

Danielle blushed at her remark but he sat up and dutifully raised his arms as his mommy lowered the pretty yellow confection over his head. Turning him around, she adjusted the sleeves, zipped up the back, and then placed the small lock at the head of the zipper to prevent unauthorized removal.
Not that her weak-willed sissy son would have thought to do that. The stout wooden Spencer paddle hanging up above his pink dresser was enough to dissuade him from acting against his domineering mother's wishes. He knew from experience that she wouldn't hesitate for a moment to yank his diapers down, put him over her lap, and give him a blistering spanking if she had the slightest cause.

Moving over to the top of his dresser, she picked out a pair of big yellow bows which she soon snapped over the sides of his head, pulling his cute pigtails through the hair clips.
It only took a few moments to buckle on his glossy white Mary Janes--now he looked just like a precocious little toddler girl!

Pulling him over to the full length mirror against the wall, she beamed down proudly at her blushing son.

"You've always had the most soft, girly legs, Danielle--you're so fortunate," she praised him as she bent down to stroke his bare thigh, "You're certainly more believable as a little girl, than you ever were as a boy."

She reflected on the occasions when she'd taken him out in public and the overwhelming reaction from others was that he was her daughter, albeit, one with a big wetting problem.
And today, she was going to take one more big step, down the road of Danielle's complete emasculation.
She smiled knowingly as she patted his fat, rounded bottom.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

[Baby Bobby]

"Come along, Missy," she said as she took his hand and led him out of the room.

Danielle was both excited and nervous.
Excited, because he couldn't wait to open all the presents he was sure to get but nervous because he suspected he'd be introduced to some of his mom's friends that still hadn't seen him in all his baby girl finery yet. One would think that the embarrassment would lessen after living the lifestyle for three years but it just didn't. Every time a new person saw him in his dresses and humiliating diapers, he was completely mortified with embarrassment.

Opening the door, Danielle's mommy stood aside to reveal an attractive woman in her later thirties that he didn't recognize. She was dressed in a  short skirt and her statuesque, long legs and high-heeled pumps gave her a commanding, authoritative presence. Her pretty face was complemented by an elegant, almost businesslike hairstyle that was pulled back like she had just come from an office.

"Ah, so this is the little sissy," she said with an air of bold confidence that Danielle found very intimidating. She was carrying a gift wrapped present that looked rectangular and about two feet long. The paper was pink with cartoon characters; the kind of wrapping one would expect to see at a baby shower.

"Wow, those are some big diapers--is she a heavy wetter?" she asked in amazement.

"Oh yes--my little girl really has no control whatsoever, whether asleep or awake. These are Bedwetters brand; thick and thirsty, with extra soaker pads down the middle that can take multiple wettings before I need to change her," his mommy replied.

The woman bent over and squeezed the fat plastic covered seat of Danielle's diapers, making him squeal like a little girl.
"Well, I'll bet those pretty plastic panties aren't just for show," she marveled knowingly.
"They're pretty, but also practical," his mommy replied, "For one thing--they are cut nice and full in the crotch to accommodate Danielle's extra thick diapers--its harder for her to walk, but then--where is she going to go?"

The two women laughed at the pantywaist's expense.

"This year, I've started experimenting with rubber panties," his mommy continued to explain, "I find that the latex material makes a really good seal around her thighs so leaks in the crib almost never happen anymore."

"That's super important for a baby bedwetter," the attractive, yet intimidating woman quickly agreed.

As Danielle stood there, shifting his feet in place, he blushed furiously--didn't they know that all this talk about his diapers and wetting was tremendously humiliating for the poor little sissy boy? He wanted so badly to show them he was a big, grown-up boy, but just then--the floodgates suddenly decided to open up without warning and he felt the baby soft, thick material between his legs rapidly growing warm and wet. He tried desperately to make it stop but his bladder had other ideas. Surge after surge of hot, urgent pee emptied into his diapers, even as this good looking woman looked down at him with a smug, superior expression on her face.

"I think this little sissy just wet her diapers," she said pointedly.
Danielle's cheeks and ears burned hotly and he stifled back a sob of shame while shuffling his feet.

His mommy reached down and squeezed his bulging seat, feeling the warmth through his panties and confirming his soggy condition.
"Its okay, we can change her later," she said, firmly pulling up the elastic waistband of his plastic panties around the befuddled sissy's now heavy, wet diapers.

The woman shook her head in reproach at the girly boy's lack of control but handed the present she was carrying over to his mommy who grinned back.
"That will come in handy later," she said with a wink.
Danielle had no idea what it could be but he hoped it was something that he'd like.

"Danielle, this is Miss Susan--she's the disciplinarian at Merrimont Boy's School," his mommy said by way of introduction.
The tall woman put her hands upon her curvy hips and looked down at the intimidated, embarrassed boy.
"At my school, I like to spank first, and ask questions later," she said with a grin that was both smug and bold.

Danielle shivered--he was glad he didn't go to that school.

[Baby Bobby]

Just then, there was a knock at the door and the three of them turned to look. Opening it up, a beaming young girl of about twenty threw her arms out and came forward to give his mommy a friendly hug.
Danielle instantly recognized her as his tutor Brooke, a local college student that came by five days a week to provide instruction (and if necessary, discipline), for him. She was bright and bubbly by nature and Danielle strove hard to please her. The truth was--he had a sissy crush on her, but it was a totally one way infatuation--Brooke had a boyfriend on the football team and in any case--she didn't see Danielle as anything more than an overgrown, bedwetting toddler.

"Come in--come in!" his mommy exclaimed, making way for her. In no time at all, greetings and instructions were made between her and Miss Susan and the four of them made their way to the living room. Danielle tried to sit down on the couch but his mommy came up from the other side of him and lifted him up, placing him unceremoniously in his playpen instead.

"I don't want you wetting the furniture, and you know better than that anyway, missy," she scolded him as the other two giggled.
Danielle's cheeks burned with humiliation at the indignity of her remark. It was true he knew the couch was off limits, but he so wanted to impress Miss Susan and he was hoping his mommy would let him at least sit like a grown-up today, instead of like a little diaper-dependant baby.

Brooke was eagerly chattering away when the doorbell rang again. His mommy excused herself and rose up to get it. When she came back a moment later, two other women were next to her.
One, he recognized as aunt Ariel, his primary babysitter for many years but the other one was a young-ish girl about the age of Brooke or a bit older. She had long, silky brown hair and a sexy sway to her step. She looked down at Danielle in his playpen with a knowing look--like she had been told a lot about him already.

"Hello, Sissykins!" she said, in a somewhat mocking tone, something that made Danielle blush all over again.
He immediately averted his gaze to the soft, padded floor of his playpen, too shy to face his newest guest.

"This is my friend, Megan," aunt Ariel said by way of introduction, "But you are to address her as Miss Megan."
"Yes Ma'am," he replied in a soft voice.
"Look what I brought for you, Danielle," Megan said holding forth a small package, haphazardly wrapped in pink and white paper.
The woman was very pretty, with high cheekbones but with dark brown eyes that hid a glint of cruelty. She was dressed casually, wearing a snug white halter top that showcased her wonderfully big breasts in a most flattering way.

Danielle could feel Ariel's steely gaze upon him, and the pressure to respond correctly.
"Th-thank you, Miss Megan," he said, blushing as everyone looked over at him.

The present was placed with the others in a growing pile on the coffee table.
At that moment, Danielle's sister Brittany burst into the room, carrying a medium sized gift of her own. Danielle looked with dismay at the collection before him...none of them looked to him like a Playstation.

Ariel was eyeing Danielle closely, a shrewd, skeptical look on her beautiful face.
"Is Danielle wet?" she asked her sister, purposely ignoring her teenaged nephew who was perfectly capable of answering for himself.
"Yes--But I haven't had the opportunity to change her," she replied.

"Its alright--I'll just put another diaper over her wet one for now," Ariel said as she rose to go get a fresh one.

Danielle pouted in his playpen as his sister and Brooke giggled at him. He had really hoped to keep his diapers low key for this event, but now, his meddling aunt was going to make an embarrassing spectacle out of him.

Coming back into the living room with a fluffy white rectangle of thick Birdseye cloth in her hand, Ariel guided Danielle out of his playpen and onto the floor. He became fussy as everyone focused their attention on the big baby--this was exactly what he was trying to avoid!
In moments, his aunt had his colorful plastic panties pulled down around his ankles, exposing his shameful wetting for all to see. With businesslike efficiency, aunt Ariel positioned the new diaper underneath the squirming sissy as she did a quick appraisal of his condition.

"Well, the top and sides aren't too bad but you've really soaked the seat and in between your legs...."

Danielle blushed hotly as everyone stared at him, amazed that a 13 year-old really had so little control over his bladder. And as humiliating and frustrating as it was to be changed like a helpless baby in front of six women, what made it worse was that he wasn't even getting a complete change out of it! He was still going to have to wear his soaking wet diapers for the time being, the clammy cool cloth clinging stubbornly to his bottom.
Whining and whimpering, he fidgeted and shook his fists in frustrated impotence as Ariel pinned the new diaper over his existing wet ones, adding yet another layer of bulky cloth to the simpering sissy's underwear.

Clearly, Miss Susan found it all very amusing, because she couldn't stop giggling as she watched the weak little boy being easily controlled by his firm, strong-willed aunt.

"Alright, Missy," she said sternly, giving his bare thigh a sharp swat, "Quit wiggling around so I can get your plastic panties back on."

Danielle's fussiness was replaced with a sullen pout as she snaked his vinyl panties back up his girlish thighs and worked them over his now even bulkier diaper.

"That's a snug fit but it will be just fine for now," she said as she finished running her fingers around the elastic waistband. She dismissed him with a slap on his fat, well-padded bottom but his face, ears and chest burned with smoldering shame. He couldn't remember a time when he'd had his diaper changed but still felt the wet embrace afterwards of his soiled diapers around him. And worse was that the additional diaper held his original one that much closer to him, forcing him to feel even more intimately, the effects of his childish incontinence.
But a quick glance around the room showed a total lack of sympathy for the boy--obviously, they all thought Ariel's solution was quite sensible.
He stamped his feet in an infantile display of toddler fury but it only made the women around him giggle more at him.

The doorbell rang and everyone's attention was momentarily diverted. This was turning out to be quite a party!
His mommy got up and soon returned with Heather, one of Danielle's long time babysitters. Of all his babysitters, Heather was probably the most maternal one. She was in her mid-thirties but had retained her good looks from her twenties. With long brown hair and sensual, full lips, she had no difficulty whatsoever attracting men. But perhaps what her most prominent feature, and what made her singularly unique--were her two big, bountiful breasts. It wasn't just that they were impressive--because they certainly were--but also because she was still lactating, a fact she used to her advantage when babysitting Danielle. Indeed, it was only yesterday that she had put him on her lap for a lengthy breastfeeding session, forcing the poor sissy to get his fill before she would let him up. Danielle found it all tremendously embarrassing but like everything else in his life--he had absolutely no say in the matter. If Heather wanted him to nurse until he was past full every time she came to visit--that's just the way it was going to be.

The worst situation was when she would come over to see his mommy and the two would chat in the living room. During those times, Danielle would be required to lay on the couch--his head propped up on Heather's lap as she openly breastfed him in front of his mommy and whoever should happen to walk in. Besides having to endure the stares of everyone that saw him, it would often happen before his afternoon nap, which ensured a very wet diaper later on.

As she strode into the room, Danielle found himself unconsciously licking his lips and staring at her incredible chest, literally bursting from her low cut top.

"Hello honey!" she greeted him cheerfully, "How's mommy's little baby?"

Danielle blushed, praying she wouldn't make him breastfeed from her in front of all these guests--that would mortifying!

"Well--I think everyone's here--its time for Danielle to open her presents now!" his mommy announced gaily.

[Baby Bobby]

Danielle's mood brightened perceptibly--at least now he'd be able to have some fun.
Waddling awkwardly over to the coffee table, his plastic panties crinkling loudly with each step, he sat down on the floor, feeling once more the humiliating squish of his wet diapers beneath him.

He took a smallish package and began eagerly opening it up. It was lightweight and like the other packages, wrapped in childish nursery print paper.

"That's from me, baby sister," Brittany said with a grin.

Danielle opened the wrapping to discover four pairs of plastic panties, all lace lined in pretty colors of pink yellow, and lilac. It was hard to hide the disappointment on his face but his sister was all smiles.

"Since--obviously, your diapers aren't going anywhere, I thought you could use some pretty new panties," she explained, "And I got these modified with pretty eyelet lace around the legs and waist--aren't they cute, Danielle?"

He was used to his sister taunting and teasing him, so her choice of gift shouldn't have surprised the boy. Nevertheless, he frowned in disapproval.

His mommy saw his reaction and her brow furrowed darkly.

"Danielle--you thank your sister for her lovely gift," she ordered.

"Thank you, Brittany," he said in his soft, girlish voice.

Hoping to put this humiliating gift behind him, he picked up a larger one that was addressed from his aunt. Tearing open the wrapping, he found a large flat box, that he opened the lid from.
Inside, was a dainty white and pink sailor suit dress, with short puffy sleeves and silky pink accents. It flared out at the hem and was high waisted, in the style of a baby girl's dress. He wanted to set it aside, but Ariel was already up and standing over him, removing the dress he was wearing. Danielle tried to protest but it was no use--in less than a minute, his yellow dress was draped over his playpen and the new one being lowered down over his upraised arms. Whimpering in shame, Danielle had to stand there with everyone watching him as Ariel buttoned it carefully up the back.

"Oh my," she giggled, "Looks like it got cut a little bit too short."
Danielle looked down in horror to see that the feminine pink and white lace hem barely came down to the top of his bulging diapers.

"I think it looks fabulous!" his mommy exclaimed with approval as she clapped her hands together.

"Let's try on the matching panties," his aunt said as she reached down and held the delicate nylon underwear for him.

"Here you go, Sissikins," she said as she positioned them open for him to step into.
Danielle didn't want to be a willing participant in his humiliation but he knew he had no choice. He fussed as she tugged the stretchy panties up his smooth legs and over his big fat diapers, all the while, his cheeks blazing with shame.

"Oh...doesn't that look adorable!" she declared as everyone voiced their agreement.

Danielle was pulling down on the frilly hem of the dress, trying desperately in vain to hide his embarrassing diapers. He looked incredibly effeminate and babyish at the same time--so prissy in his new uber short dress, with his infantile rumba panties playfully on display.

"Maybe there's a sissy navy you can join," Megan remarked caustically.

Danielle blushed hotly but remained silent.
"Here you go sweetie," his tutor Brooke offered cheerfully, "Open my gift for you."
Danielle momentarily forgot about his girly outfit and held the medium sized present in his hands. Brooke had always been kind to him--maybe this was finally something he'd actually want?
Ripping open the wrapping paper, he found a large doll in a box--a baby girl dressed not unlike himself--complete with diapers, plastic panties, a short dress, and Mary Janes.

"Oh--now won't that be fun to play with, Danielle?" his mommy asked.

Brooke's face showed her confusion as she saw the sissy didn't appear to be happy with the gift.

"Aww baby--I thought you'd love to have a special dolly--you could give her a name and even change her diapers--wouldn't that be fun?"

"Uh-uh!" he pouted angrily.

"Danielle--you'd better straighten out that attitude or you're going to find yourself over my lap in five seconds," his mommy warned him with a wag of her finger.
Her effeminate son bristled at the mention of a spanking and a look of fear crossed his face.

"No mommy!" he wailed in a panic. As if in response, a stream of hot pee suddenly added to his already soaking wet diaper.

"Then you better thank Brooke for her kind and considerate gift."

"Th-thank you Brooke," he said in a low voice.

"Aww, sure thing, Sweetie-pie jr.," she beamed as she reached over and hugged him.
"Now--start thinking of a name for her," she said eagerly, "--we can play with her together on your lesson breaks."

Danielle nodded, although clearly, he wasn't too enthusiastic at the prospect.

"Here's a perfect gift for you," Megan said as he pushed her present towards him.

It was an odd shaped package, evidently wrapped in a hurry, and smaller than the others. Danielle took off the paper and his mouth opened in shock. Looking up at Megan, he saw her grinning with a devious look. The object inside the plastic package was a very large, pink butt plug, made from a pliable, squishy silicone.

"That's just what a fussy little sissy like Danielle needs when she's acting up," Megan explained to his mommy.

"Maybe we should try it out right now," Ariel suggested immediately.

[Baby Bobby]

Danielle protested vehemently but someone was already uncapping the jar of nursery jelly as Ariel tore open the package. Taking a seat, Ariel guided him over to her side, reaching over and pulling his rumba panties down past his knees.

"Oh...Please...don't," he whimpered desperately.

"Now Danielle, this won't hurt a bit," she said as she pulled his damp plastic panties down past his knees, put him over her lap and unpinned his diapers, pulling the multiple layers of thick cotton back and between his legs.
Danielle was whining and kicking his Mary Janes in the air as Ariel began pushing dollop after dollop of thick nursery jelly into his puckering, virginal back hole.
"Spread your legs, sissy," she commanded as she dipped the fat butt plug into the jar of jelly.

"Nooo," he whined as he shook his fists in the air.
Everyone was watching him closely, to see just how the prissy weakling would take having a big pink butt plug stuffed inside him.
Ariel positioned it at his hole and began applying pressure.

"Spread your legs, Danielle--you're getting this whether you like it or not," she said firmly.
The plug was soft and pliable, so it was much more difficult for him to resist than an ordinary plug would be. With a little effort, Ariel soon pushed it past his defeated sphincter and buried it inside, filling him up completely.

"OHHH!" he cried desperately, as everyone giggled and clapped with glee.

Danielle had never been so humiliated in all his life. He bit his lip and moaned, his cheeks burning brightly under the amused stares of the women around him. To say he felt completely emasculated was a gross understatement.

Miss Susan stood up and without waiting. tore off the wrapping from her own present, revealing a clear, rectangular paddle made of sturdy lexan. It looked about a quarter inch thick with a number of air holes in the face, each about an inch in diameter.

"Since you have his bottom bared, I think now would be a perfect time for Danielle's birthday spanking," she suggested enthusiastically.
"I couldn't agree more," Ariel concurred, taking the offered paddle from Miss Susan with a smile.

"No! No!" Danielle cried as he kicked and struggled in earnest to get off his aunt's lap, "Please don't spank me!"
Ariel held him firmly in place, rubbing the smooth paddle across his twitching, tender buns.

"Everyone count for me," she said as the paddle swooped up high over her shoulder.

Danielle's face revealed his panic and he frantically waved his hands in the air before him, desperate to prevent his spanking.

Ariel brought the paddle down hard, landing it just above the pink handle of the butt plug buried inside the sissy boy's bottom.

THAA-WHACK!!!

Danielle howled out in pain--the lexan really had quite a sting!--much more than his mommy's wooden Spencer paddle.

"One!!" the women chorused.

A pink, rectangular imprint was already scorched across Danielle's cute little fanny. Ariel brought it down again just as hard--on the exact same spot.

THAA-WHACK!!!

"OWW-WOW-WOW!!!" he cried at the top of his lungs, his feet scissoring wildly. His plastic panties were restricting his legs, tangling them together.

"Twoo!!" they shouted out gleefully.

Danielle tried to escape but Ariel only gripped him tighter and swatted him harder.

THAA-WHACK!!!

The biting sting was incredible and Danielle pounded on the floor as he burst into a flood of tears.

"Three!!"

With an even pace, Ariel spanked the poor sissy's bottom methodically and forcefully, making sure each crisp, blistering swat was delivered with the same cruel intensity as the first.
Hot, salty tears streamed down his face as he kicked and slapped the floor miserably. In no time at all, his pert little bottom was a blazing color of deep red, with stinging, raised welts all across his bare cheeks.

"Ten!!" they shouted.
The women had begun clapping in time with the swats, adding their enthusiastic encouragement to each stinging impact.

Danielle was a sobbing mess but no matter how much he kicked and struggled, Ariel smacked his bottom again and again, until finally, the 13th swat had been delivered.

Thinking the spanking was finally over, he raised his head and was just about to try and rise up, when his aunt smacked his cherry red bottom again hard--making him howl out anew as a fresh set of tears tumbled down his cheeks.

"--One for good luck," she said with a smirk.

Danielle sobbed as she helped him to his shaky feet, his hands shooting back to rub his scalded, stinging bottom.

"While you have her with her diapers off, I think its time Danielle gets her last present," his mommy said as she unwrapped the last, small gift from the coffee table. As the wrapping paper was removed, Danielle watched through eyes blurred with tears as a small box appeared with the title "Holy Trainer--XX-SMALL" on the face of it.

"Now that my baby's thirteen, its time to get her fitted properly with a secure, permanent chastity device," she said as she opened the package to reveal a small pink ring, and an equally small, short tube, shaped much like the end of a pen-is. The tube itself was hardly bigger than the tip of a person's thumb and the women looked with fascination as she rubbed the inside of the ring with nursery jelly.

"Wearing baby soft diapers everyday can be very tempting to some little girls, especially when left alone, hmm, Danielle?" she asked.

Danielle had no idea what any of this was and he sniffled and watched with confusion as she slid his two tiny grape-sized balls through the ring, followed by his little limp pen-is. Truth was--the stinging hot pain blazing from his bottom still had the majority of his attention, and in no time, his mommy had put a small amount of lubricant around his insignificant shaft, before pushing it down inside the short pink tube. Mating it up with the cuff ring, his mommy inserted a long key into the side and twisted it slightly, before removing it from the internal lock.

"There," she said immensely satisfied, "No more erections, no more masturbating, and most importantly, no more orgasms for my sweet little baby girl. Just a soft, chaste little wee-wee, like it should be for a bedwetting sissy."

The whole thing was so small, it actually looked like a little piece of jewelry against his crotch, albeit one with a pen-is shape to it.

Danielle grasped it and shook it, trying to figure out some way to get it off. He tried to pull his little balls out but the cuff ring was too small, nor was there any way he could extricate his tiny pen-is, no matter how hard he tried. It was well and truly trapped!

The women all laughed at his futile, frustrated attempts, particularly Megan and Miss Susan who had been instrumental in persuading his mommy to put him into permanent chastity.

"Well sissy--you've been locked, plugged, and spanked," aunt Ariel observed with a smug look, "But we'd better get you back into your diapers before you have an accident."

[Baby Bobby]

Danielle hung his head in defeat, seeing his last pleasure having been taken away from him for good. He cried to himself as he remembered all the times he had lain awake in his crib, lying on his back, and rubbing the soft front of his cushiony diapers until he'd had an explosive orgasm. How was he ever going to do that again?

If he dared to be honest with himself--the pleasure he had gotten from his diapers had been a major factor in not making more of an effort to control his peeing. He kept putting it off, rationalizing that the enjoyment he'd gotten out of masturbating was worth the humiliation of wearing diapers everyday. But now that pleasure was being taken away from him forever!

Leading him back to his nursery, Ariel invited everyone to come and watch the big baby getting put back into his diapers. The women stood up and followed them down the hallway towards Danielle's nursery, each step making the poor, spanked sissy become more and more agitated. With Miss Susan right behind him, Danielle blushed hotly as they entered the warmly lit room. His senses were immediately assaulted by the overwhelming smell of sour, stale pee, mixed with plastic and baby powder, and he knew the women were smelling it too. It was truly the smell of a baby's room. From the waterproof sheet covering his crib mattress, to the diaper pail which filled the room with its unique, pungent aroma...it was just so humiliating--having his shameful wetting so blatantly exposed to everyone.

More than everything else--he knew the strong smell of pee in the room pegged him as a bedwetter and an incontinent sissy. He bit his lip in shame as the other women filed in and took in his babyish surroundings. Miss Susan was looking through his vast collection of baby dresses while Megan looked at the infantile furniture in the room, sniffing the air with a look of disdain and obvious disapproval.

"I can see why your mommy keeps you in baby's diapers," she said condescendingly, "You definitely have a wetting problem."

Danielle blushed deeply with shame but Ariel was already sitting him down on the fluffy stack of diapers waiting for him.

"Yes, she certainly does," his aunt agreed, "Which is why this little sissy is going to be in diapers and plastic panties for a long, long time."

Danielle sobbed aloud as his tender red bottom came into contact with the diapers. His cheeks were still roasting and stinging like a hornet's nest after his session with the lexan paddle. The heat was alleviated somewhat as Ariel smeared cool diaper rash cream across his bottom but he whimpered weakly, and was also wishing he would remove the fat butt plug still stuffed inside him.

After a thorough dusting of baby powder, his aunt pulled the thick Birdseye cloth up and pinned the sides together while the others watched closely.

"I brought one of her new plastic panties in for her change," Brittany said as she handed the delicate, babyish panties to Ariel.

"Perfect," she replied as she threaded his Mary Janes through the holes and tugged them up his girlish legs. Danielle reflexively lifted his rump so his aunt could work the waterproof panties over the fat bulk of his diapers.

"That's mommy's little baby," she commended him.
After dusting between his soft thighs with baby powder, Ariel helped him to stand back up. As usual, his fat diapers forced his legs apart and he stood awkwardly, in a babyish pose.

"Ready for some birthday cake?"
Danielle nodded his head enthusiastically. Finally, something enjoyable was about to take place on his birthday!

Everyone filed out of the nursery and soon, Danielle was strapped into his pink highchair again, his plastic tray snapped into place in front of him and a cute vinyl bib with Dumbo tied around his neck. After lighting the candles, his mommy brought the pink cake over as everyone began singing 'Happy Birthday' to the abashed sissy.

Placing the cake down on the tray, Danielle's face lit up as he took in all the brightly lit candles. With a big intake of air, he blew them all out amid enthusiastic cheering from the women around him. His mommy deftly sliced off a piece of cake and began serving the others.

Since Danielle's hands were immobilized, Brooke came over and began feeding him his cake. It was all going well until Megan decided to join her and she offered to take over.
Brooke shrugged and gave her the saucer while Danielle looked up at his new server apprehensively. With an evil smirk on her face, Megan took a big piece of the cake and held it before his face.

"Here you go, birthday girl," she said, as she pushed it roughly against his mouth, smearing it all over the front of his face.
Danielle squealed ands kicked his feet helplessly but of course, he couldn't go anywhere and he was completely at the pretty brunette's mercy.
She grinned mischievously as she held the cake to his face, making a colorful, sticky mess of him.

Fortunately for Danielle, Heather put her own cake down and quickly came to his rescue. Taking a washcloth, she began cleaning up the distraught sissy's cake-smeared face, dabbing his tears away as she did.

"Aww, you poor little thing," she said sympathetically.
Danielle glared at Megan who had crossed her slim arms over her big bosom and was looking down on him with a 'just you wait until later' look.

Unlocking the tray from in front of him, Heather helped Danielle out of his highchair and led him over to the sofa.

"Poor little baby, I'll give you something to dry your tears with," she said in her comforting, maternal tone.
While Danielle was initially relived to see her intervene on his behalf, now he was getting nervous as to where this was leading. He watched anxiously as she took a seat on the couch and laid him down in his all too familiar position, with his head in her lap, looking up at her tremendous, imposing breasts. They were straining at her thin top, and he could see the lace of her sexy bra peeking out from the upper edges of her top.

"After all that cake, I think mommy's little baby needs some milk," she cooed down at him.
He shook his head, not wanting everyone else to see him nurse from Heather like a newborn toddler.
"No--please--I don't want to right now," he whined pathetically.

Completely ignoring him, Heather began unbuttoning her top, revealing the smooth skin and deep cleavage of her massive breasts. Danielle was hypnotized by the view and he knew he was powerless to stop her. Whimpering like a baby, he stared mesmerized, as she slowly undid each button, until both magnificent breasts were fully displayed within her lacy bra.

An urgent stream of warm pee suddenly flooded into his bunny soft diapers making him wince and he licked his lips nervously.

"This is what my baby needs," she whispered to him as she gently lifted her big right breast from the delicate cup of her bra, positioning it before his face. Danielle mewled with embarrassment but Heather pushed her erect nipple firmly into his mouth, completely filling it. Defeated once again by a superior woman's willpower, he began submissively nursing from her plentiful supply of milk.

Out of the corner of his eye, Danielle could see Miss Susan taking a seat next to Heather on the sofa. She looked down at him and shook her head, amazed to see just how easily this teenaged baby was controlled by the busty woman.
Danielle blushed and did his best to avoid looking at her as he nursed steadily from the warm, wet nipple in his mouth. His forward view was taken up with the two huge twin peaks before him and as he smelled the fragrance of her soft skin and gazed at her breasts rising and falling, his tiny little pen-is began straining within his new chastity device. It expanded briefly but was soon stopped very quickly by the limiting confines of the short, restrictive tube. He squealed from the feeling of his pen-is unable to grow to its normal, erect length, however unimpressive that was. Unconsciously, he reached down to try and alleviate the discomfort but of course, there was nothing he could do. His wee-wee throbbed and pushed desperately but it wasn't going anywhere inside the thimble-sized tube. It was just as his mommy had said--his days of achieving an erection were over.

He moaned weakly and suc-ked harder on the nipple filling his mouth.

"There, there, little baby...there's plenty to go still," Heather said softly as she stroked his hair, misinterpreting his angst.

What was he going to do about his chastity device? Already, he was beside himself with horniness but the implacable contraption was foolproof!
Was he going to be horny, every minute of the day from now on?

Finally, Heather lifted her heavy breast away from his mouth and put the left one in for him to suc-kle from.
The others were chatting amongst themselves and for the most part, ignoring Danielle, except when the discussion came back to baby care. They discussed the virtues of cloth diapers versus disposables, the merits of rubber panties over plastic, and how best to handle fussy babies. His mommy gave a brief dissertation on the benefits of a long, soapy enema.

The poor, bedwetting sissy had so hoped that this day was going to open a new chapter for him. Instead, it was only a reaffirmation of his babyish, girly lifestyle.

As Heather finishing breastfeeding Danielle, she buttoned her top back together and reached over to pick up a small gift that had fallen off the table.

"Oh--looks like you have one more present baby," she said as she opened it up for him. Under the nursery print wrapping paper, she revealed a big pink pacifier, with a mouth guard that said sissy baby on it.

"Open up, Danielle," she said sweetly, as she poised the big rubber nipple before his mouth.
With a pouting look on his face, Danielle reluctantly parted his lips and was soon rewarded with a fat rubbery nipple that filled his mouth completely. Looking around the room, he saw expressions of approval on the gathered women's faces and he blushed with embarrassment.

"Well, its been a big day for you, sweetie pie, but now its naptime," she said as she took his hand and turned him to face everyone.

"Wave goodbye to everyone," she told him.

Danielle's cheeks burned as he waved to the women around him, feeling just like a three year-old toddler again.
With that, Heather led him down the hallway and into his nursery. In no time at all, she had swapped out his cute sailor suit dress for a fuzzy pink and white diaper shirt with the inscription, Mommy's Little Bedwetter on it. The short, puffy, elasticized sleeves had a nursery print pattern that matched his baby panties and emphasized his girlish, twig-like arms. Danielle continued suc-king on his pacifier, whimpering weakly through it as she pulled the rail of his crib down and helped him up into it. The waterproof plastic sheet covering the mattress crinkled loudly as he was tucked in and Heather thoughtfully gave him his teddy bear to comfort the diapered sissy.

With a kiss on the forehead, she wished him sweet dreams and turned the lights out, closing the door to the nursery as she left.

As male teenagers around the world were headed out to ball practice and hockey, this one was drifting off to soft, sissy slumber, his big, thick diapers getting wetter with every passing minute.



THE END