Jimmy's Day at School by Baby Bobby

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Jimmy's Day at School, part 8

Author: Baby Bobby, Apr/10/2004 22:50:31 [-04]



After school, my mom came by to pick me up as she always did. I was dreading getting my diapers changed since it would be obvious I had been spanked and then I’d have to come up with an explanation that would keep her from giving me more of the same.

I stepped into the car with my pink silky shorts which immediately got my mom’s attention.

“Where’d you get those?” she asked as she pulled away from the curb.

“The school nurse,” I mumbled as I put my wet diapers and jeans on the floor in front of me, “she changed me at lunch.”

“Well that was nice of her,” she said as she ran her hands over the front of my bulky crotch, “looks like she did a good job.”

I said nothing but noticed a bag on the floor. Picking it up, I saw three pairs of new pink plastic panties, with three rows of ruffles across their back.

“Oh. Those were on clearance so I picked them up for you. It’s getting harder and harder to find plastic panties in your size so I was lucky to get those at such a good price,” she said cheerfully.

My heart sank as I pictured the flouncy white ruffles gaily adorning the shiny pink plastic across my rump.

“But Mom!” I burst out in protest, “these are for girls!”

“Oh Jimmy, Honestly. No one’s ever going to see them on you so what are you worried about?”

I didn’t tell her about the dozens of people who had seen my nursery print panties today and I felt my eyes filling with tears.

Then I noticed we weren’t headed in the usual direction of home and I became a little panicky.

“Whe-where are we going?”

“Don’t worry Honey. We’re going over to Aunt Suzie’s house-“

“-But she’ll see my diapers!” I cried.

“Jimmy. I had a long talk to her about your wetting and she knows all about your diapers. And there’s nothing to worry about, I brought over a change for you,” she explained as if that were my concern.

Aunt Suzie was my mom’s younger sister, a buxom woman in her late twenties who I liked a lot. If it weren’t for the fat diapers I was wearing I would have been eager to go over to her house, but now…I was thoroughly soaked from such a trying day and I wasn’t looking forward to having her change me.

As if reading my mind, my mom reached over and slid her finger inside the leg of my shorts and plastic panties.

“My, you’re becoming quite a little wetter aren’t you?” she remarked.

I blushed but said nothing, biting my lip in embarrassment.

Before long, we pulled up in front of Aunt Suzie’s house. I waddled out of the car and followed my mom up the driveway, carrying the bag that had my diaper change and the new panties in it.

We rang the doorbell and my aunt showed up, beautiful as ever. I blushed again as she hugged me and reached down to squeeze the seat of my soggy diapers. In my hightened state of anxiety, I let loose with another stream of pee and squirmed uncomfortably.

“Well hello baby cousin,” she said brightly.

My face was mashed into her tremendous breasts as my cheeks turned a shade of crimson.

“Jimmy’s change of diapers is in the bag,” my mom explained.

“Well, we better get our little baby taken care of then,” Aunt Suzie gushed as she pulled me into her house, “feels like mommy’s little boy wet himself.”

“Suzie, I’ve got to go but it looks like you’ve got everything under control. I’ll see you tonight,” my mom told her.

“Okay, see ya Sis,” she replied.

When the door closed, aunt Suzie pulled me into her bedroom. She was wearing a snug blouse that hugged her full bust closely and a pair of tight jeans that showed how well she maintained herself. She sat me down on the floor and pulled my pink gym shorts down, tugging them over my shoes.

“These are cute shorts, Jimmy,” she said.

“They’re not mine,” I countered, “the school nurse gave them to me because my jeans wouldn’t fit over these diapers.”

My aunt giggled.

“Yes, I can see that,” she said, “well don’t you worry about that, I’ll get you changed and into a nice fresh diaper in no time.”

I blushed while she busied herself peeling down my nursery print plastic panties and unpinning my wet diaper. With a warm washcloth, she wiped my damp crotch and bottom, taking a good look at my still pink fanny.

“Looks like you were a naughty boy at school today Jimmy.”

“Nuh-uh!” I stammered, “it wasn’t my fault!”

“Well, I suspect you had it coming” she said unsympathetically, “and sometimes little boys just need to have their bottoms spanked. But I’m afraid I’m still going to have to tell your mom about it.”

I shook my head in frustration as she slid three fresh diapers under my rump. After coating my tender fanny with diaper rash cream and sprinkling baby powder over my front, she pulled the ends of the diaper snug and pinned them up.

“There you are Baby. A nice soft diaper to keep you safe and protected,” she cooed as she pulled my new plastic rhumba panties out of the bag, “and here are your baby panties!”

I blushed hot red as she gathered the legs of the shameful panties and inched them up my legs, pulling them gently over my bulging diapers.

“Oh, aren’t those just darling,” she exclaimed admiringly as she stroked the shiny front of the pink panties, “ but this ugly shirt won’t do.”

With that, she got up and went to her dresser, opening her drawers until she found what she was looking for.

“This’ll be much better,” she said as she held out a frothy nighty.

“No, I don’t want to wear that too!” I protested.

She ignored me as she pulled off my shirt and tossed it aside.

“But I don’t wanna wear that!” I repeated.

I’ll give you a surprise, Jimmy,” she said trying to tempt me.

Taking my hesitation for agreement, she pulled my arms through and brought the nighty over my head. It was a frilly pink, semi- transparent frock that was short enough to leave my diapers fully exposed.

“Oh yes, that’s much better,” she said agreeably.

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Jimmy's Day at school, part 9

Author: Baby Bobby, Apr/18/2004 01:35:36 [-04]



I didn’t think so and I sat sulking until she pulled me up by my wrist, sitting me down on the bed. She had a number of pillows arranged against the headboard and she sat down against them, making herself comfortable. Giving me a coy look, she began unbuttoning her blouse, revealing a deep cleavage and my first view of a woman’s bra. Her tremendous bosom looked as if it were bursting out of her cups and the tops of each breast was deliciously curved.

I gulped with nervous excitement as she slowly undid the clasp on the front of her bra, releasing her heavy boobs before me.

“Come here little Sissy boy,” she said invitingly, giving me a seductive wink.

I crawled forward and she situated me so that I was looking up into her pretty face, her big boobs a mere inch before my face. With graceful moves, she pulled back the lace cup of her bra from her right breast and brought my eager mouth up to her nipple. I instantly began suc-kling eagerly and I was rewarded with her strange, but pleasant milk. I swooned with pleasure as she reached down and began softly stroking the front of my diaper over my plastic panties. My little weiner quickly became hard and my vision was filled with her big soft breasts and her smiling face. I nursed for several minutes in exctasy before she switched me over to her other boob. I took my fill as she continued to gently rub my diapered wee-wee and moments later, I had a shuddering orgasm.

As I slowly opened my eyes, my aunt Suzie pulled her breast from my mouth and snapped the clasp on her bra, kissing my forehead as she did.

“And now it’s naptime little baby,” she said sweetly as she pulled back the covers and tucked me in. In a state of relaxed bliss, I quickly drifted off to sweet sissy slumber.

My dreams were filled with tall, powerful women dressing me and treating me like a baby. I woke up a couple hours later only to find a squishy wet bulk between my legs. I felt my plastic pantied crotch and was rewarded with the familiar feel of a soaked diaper. As I realized how soggy it was, I heard my aunt Suzie in the other room talking with my mom.

“He really is just a big baby,” she was explaining to her, “I think some little boys just never grow up.”

“You’re right of course,” my mom replied, “it seems like I’m having to start his potty training all over again. And I’ve been putting him back into diapers during the daytime now.”

“Perhaps stronger measures are warranted.”

“What do you mean?”

“I think you should start dressing him like the baby he’s been acting like. And treating him like one as well.”

“What did you have in mind?”

“He’s such a sissy, I would suggest dressing him like a little baby girl, complete with a short frilly dress and Mary Janes.”

“Jimmy?” my mom laughed, “he would hate that!”

“Maybe that’s what your little boy needs, to get him to start acting more his age.”

“But, where would I find clothes for him?”

“Leave that to me, I have a nice collection from my niece that will fit him nicely. They may be a little short but I think that’ll be just fine.”

“Sounds like you’ve got it all planned out,” my mom said agreeably.

“Let’s just say I know a sissy when I see one and he’s the biggest sissy I’ve ever seen. Would you like to see what I can do?”

“Oh, very much. Shall we wake him up?”

“Why not? Let me get a few things out of the other room,” Aunt Suzie replied.

After listening to this conversation, I grew very anxious as I realized they were going to turn me into a little sissy baby girl. But what could I do? Either one was strong enough to put me over their lap and spank me. I could easily visualize my pretty aunt taking me across her knees, pulling up my short frilly dress, and pulling my diapers down for a hard, stinging spanking. I shuddered at the thought!

The two entered my room and I saw my Aunt was carrying a large pile of items.

"Well, I see our little baby is up," she said cheerily.

"Pulling back the covers, she immediately felt the front of my diapers.

"Soaked again. You really are just a big baby aren't you?" she asked.

I said nothing but looked down in shame.

"Well, we're just going to dress you up in the same way you've been acting Sissykins," she told me, "but first we're going to need to change those wet diapers. You're lucky your mommy brought over another change for you."

Her tone of voice had taken on a condescending edge and I felt like she were talking to a four year old.

Sitting me on the floor, she peeled my clinging waterproof rhumba panties down and off my feet. Next, she unpinned the sodden cloth of my diapers and pulled them aside, wiping my tiny pen-is and balls as well as my damp bottom with a warm washcloth.

"I think we're going to have to start all over from the beginning," she informed me as she slide three fresh diapers under my rump, "we're going to start treating you like the little sissy baby you so obviously want to be."

"But I don't want to be that!" I whined.

Ignoring me, she shook a generous amount of powder over me and I took in the familiar scent as she pulled the sides of my diaper up and pinned them closed. Taking another pair of the rhumba panties from my mom, she shook them out and snaked them up my legs and then over my big, bulging diapers.

"There, that should hold you for awhile," she said satisfied.

"Now, let's just see what we have here for a little girl who still wets her diapers."

From the pile of clothes she brought in, she selected a frilly petticoat, a white frothy mass of soft layers that formed a wedge where the hem flared out. She put it over my head and adjusted it until she was satisfied of the fit. Next, she took what looked like a little girl's Sunday school dress and put it over my head.

"Nooo!" I squealed in protest as I put my hands up to ward off the humiliating garment.

"Young man!" she snarled, her voice becoming suddenly harsh, "in this house, you will do as you're told. Otherwise I will put you over my knee and paddle that bottom of yours. Do you understand me?"

"Ye-yes, Aunt Suzie," I said shakily.

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Jimmy's Day at School, the end

Author: Baby Bobby, Apr/19/2004 10:28:39 [-04]



"By the way," she said as she continued putting the dress over my head, "it looks as if your little sissy here had gotten himself into some mischief at school. When I was changing his diapers earlier, I noticed his bottom was still red from a spanking."

"Well, well, well," my mom said as she crossed her arms and looked down at me, "looks like you'll be going over my lap when we get home, Young Man," she told me squarely.

"But it wasn't my fault!" I pouted stubbornly.

"We'll finish this discussion when you're over my knee, Jimmy," she assured me.

My Aunt smiled down at me as she pulled some white knee socks up my legs and fit some pink mary janes to my feet.

"I can't believe how well these fit you," she said brightly, " I was afraid they'd be too small. Stand up so I can see how the dress fits."

I stood up, the bulky diaper forcing my legs out a bit and the soft petticoat rustling silkily around me. My Aunt pulled a bit around the hems adjusting the fit to suit her.

"Well, it doesn't quite hide your diapers but I think that'll be just fine," she chuckled.

Taking a brush from her vanity, she brushed my longish hair into pigtails and clicked a big pink bow over each one.

"You actually make quite a cute little girl," she told me as she looked over the full effect, "here, look for yourself."

Taking me over to a full length mirror, she stood me before it and my mouth dropped in disbelief. I looked completely like a little baby girl and no amount of tugging on my dress would hide my embarrassing diapers. Tears formed in my eyes and as I twirled around, I could clearly see the shiny pink plastic and ruffles covering my thickly diapered bottom.

"Mommy! I don't wanna wear this!" I cried in shame.

"You'd better start getting used to it Jimmy, because this is how you'll dress from now on. You couldn't handle your responsibilities as a young man so now you'll be treated like the little sissy baby you've been acting like," my mom told me.

I stamped my feet in frustration as the tears spilled down my face. Just then, Aunt Suzie sprayed my with a bottle of perfume, a sweet, childish scent, suitable for a little girl.

"There, now you smell like a baby too, Sissy-boy."

After my mom gathered my wet diapers and old clothes, we said goodbye to Aunt Suzie and headed home. I sniffled and sulked on the way there, wondering how humiliating my new life was going to be. It was late when we finally pulled up into the driveway and I was glad it was dark out. Nonetheless, as soon as I got out of the car, a breeze came and blew my dress and petticoats up around me, exposing my diapers even more clearly.

"Oh!" I cried, as I fought to bring the frothy layers under control. The breeze was chilly on my bare legs and I felt a small trickle of pee escape into my diaper.

"Come along, Jimmy," my mom said as she took me by the wrist and pulled me inside.

"I want you to get ready for bed, you've got a long day ahead of you tomorrow," she said as she slapped my diapered bottom, "if you're going to be dressed like a little sissy girl, we'd better go shopping."

"But I don't wanna dress like this!" I protested.

"And I think we'll start out tomorrow with a nice, hard spanking. That should do wonders for your attitude, Jimmy."



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