Aunt Marsha's Little Girl Written by Felicia

[SissyCat]

This is a story that was requested by pampers60 and Betty has given me approval to put it up as it was previously on the forum. Thanks Betty and Thanks Felicia for such wonderful story, a long time favourite of mine


Aunt Marsha's Little Girl
Author: Felicia
Sep/3/2001 22:40:10 [-05 EST]

Halloween, and I was still wandering about, walking in the neighborhood and wishing I had money for a costume. Mom had been having problems with the rent, and it seemed that every time I asked for soemthing, I was told how inconsiderate I was being. Tonight hadn't been any different, and it seemed that all we could do was argue, so I ran off outside, grabbing my guitar and heading for the woods. It was around ten when I came through the front door, and knew that I was in trouble-- Mom was on the top stair waiting, and Aunt Marsha was behind her. "Well, and it's about time, too," my mother said, giving me that look which made me feel about 2 feet high."And just where have you been, running about all night?"

I put the guitar down, trying to gently push myself past, but Mom and my Aunt stood their ground. Aunt Marsha moved behind me, and put her arm around my neck, hand entwined in my hair. She was a large woman, with thick black hair brushed back from her head, banded with a silver filagree. I always admired her, thinking that she looked more than a little like a Wonderful Woman Amazon. Her other hand went down to my belt,grabbing my jeans, and propelling me into the living room. "You have to understand, Pat,"she said, making me sit next her on the sofa,"that such an important young man like this has places to go, and can't be bothered with explanations." Aunt Marsha stared directly into my eyes,her own brown orbs glittering with anger. "And I can see it is just like you told me, he's running wild on you." She held on to my hair, twisting my head down until I could smell her lavendar perfume as her hand pulled me to her breasts. She gave a short laugh, reaching behind her into a large black purse. "Don't you dare move, little boy," she said.

My head was still pressed against her breasts as used her other hand to grab my lips. pursing them together into a Cupids' bow as if for a kiss. "Keep that pucker up, little boy!,"she said. A moment later I felt the thick red lipstick being pressed to the outline of my lips, smelling the cloying raspberry flavoring. My aunt traced the outline three times, laying it on until she was satisfied, then pushed her fingers under my chin, holding my head up. "Stay perfectly still, or I'll have to start all over again, little man." She'd taken out a small "Q-Tip" sized brush with serrated edges, and pushed the brush aginst my lashes, pulling and brushing outwards. "There, that'll do for now. Turn and look at your mother." I did as I was told, and found Mom smiling thinly, with no sympathy in her eyes at this treatment I was getting. "Yes, Marsha, I think you're right. He'll respond beautifully." I heard a small laugh from my aunt, and heard her unzipping one of the pockets on her purse. "Of course he will, Pat, I've seen it in him many times, and just this little bit has improved him already."

I felt my aunt's strong hands bury themselves in my hair again. "Soo soft and thick, and curly,too.

It'll be a real pleasure working with you, little man." She turned my head until I was staring in her deep brown eyes again, lost in their depths like a hypmotized bird. Her hand pointed at a pile of clothes which lay on the couch next to her. I saw ribbons, lace trimming and pink edgings, but most alarmingly, two large pink diaper pins and a large pink pacifier with thick round latex nipple. Aunt Marsha put both hands on my face, pulling me to her in deep kiss which engulfed my helpless, colored lips. "Your mother and I have decided to call you "Felicia"' she said, smiling down at me. "And since it's Halloween, we've decided to give you holiday you won't forget!"

Aunt Marsha's eyes continued to stare down at me,deep
pools of brown which were now flecked with amusement
as I kneeled before her without any clothes save the
little girls' training bra which she'd fastened on me
My protests were hushed very effectively by the soft
rubber of the pacifier pushing down on my tongue. She
laughed softly, her hand brushing softly over the bra,
and patting the pacifier ring.

"Now you look so much better, Felicia, your face is
really suitable for make-up, very girlish, if I say
so myself." Marsha was now holding me tightly, and
motioned my mother over to stand beside her to see
her handiwork.

Mother smiled, tousling my hair, and then kissing me
on my cheeks and squeezing me all over. "Oh, Marsha,
he's so much cuter now--and he responds to cuddles
and carresses just like a little girl."

"Of course she does, Patrice, she's always been nothing
but a little girl in male clothes!" Marsha left me
kneeling, and reached over to the clothing she'd
brought, taking a pile of frothy pink and white lace
and shaking it out. "And this has been one of your favorites,
hasn't it, Felicia?"

My eyes must've gotten wider with suprise, as my aunt
gave a little snort of derisive laughter. "Did you
really think that you could sneak about and go through
my underwear drawers without being detected, Felicia?
Any woman would be able to tell when her things are out of place,
and your mother knows that you do the same thing here at
home, don't you?"

My protests were muffled, and came out as babyish gurglings.

"well, at least you show some taste,Felicia." My aunt
stepped behind me, still fluffing out the fabric of
the frilly garment. "This is a nightgown, made with
the best tricot and lace, and was made for a grown
woman. I've shortened it for you, and of course have
added some elastic and ruffles for my little niece in
the appropriate places.This is called a pinafore,and it
suits you perfectly."

Aunt Marsha grabbed me by the hair, and shoved the
soft material in my face,covering me completely. I was
engulfed by the smells of perfume and lady's powder.

"Arms up, Now!", she shouted, pulling the pinafore
away. I hastily obeyed, nostrils still wide from the
scent. "That's a good baby, spread them out, make
sooo-biiig for auntie and mommy."

I felt the sleeves pulled on my arms, and the layers of
lace and ruffles going over my head and smoothed down
my body by Aunt Marsha's hands as my mother held me
still from behind. Marsha fastened what felt like straps
behind me, starting at my waist and continuing all the
way up to me neck, making sure that each one was tight.
My mother started giggling,turning me around and holding
both of my hands out in front so that she could have a better
look at me.

"Oh my,my, Marsha he looks just like, just like.."

"He looks just like your baby daughter,Patrice, and
he will act like one too, believe me. Now, why don't
you go out to the car and get my other suprise while
I finish dressing my niece?"

As my mom went down the stairs, I struggled against
my aunt's grip, which only resulted in a great rustle
of the pinafore and my aunts' turning around with annoyance.

SSSMMMACKK!! I almost fell forward from the impact of her
hand spanking my rear. SSSMMMAACCKK! A second slap, and
I felt her lifting up the ruffled pinafore even more,
so that my rear was exposed to the her except for my
briefs. Her hand went into the waistband, ans she pulled
them completely down to my ankles.

"Sit down, Felicia."

I did as I was told, and felt myself turning red from
the neck to my ears as she pulled my boys' briefs
completely off.
"There,"she said "I couldn't bear to see you in those
ugly things a moment longer. Now, where were we?"
Holding my legs together, whe lifted me back and upwards with ease,
and began another series of stinging spanks on my now
naked rear. I wiggled and struggled, held in place by
my aunt's strength and the confining ruffles of my
pinafore, which no longer seemed so soft. Hot tears
of pain and humiliation coursed down my face,as my
cries gurgled past the pacifier.

More to come

[dolly bo peep]

SissyCat,

That is a great start. I'm really looking forward to the next part.

[SissyCat]

2

After what seemed like an eternity, Aunt Marsha stopped,
and once again I looked up into those deep brown pools of her eyes,
still crying and gurgling. "Now, Felicia, do you think
you can lay still for a minute like a good little girl?
Auntie has to get the bad girl dressed, but there are
plenty of spanks left if you don't obey."

I nodded my head up and down, and kept my arms and
legs as still as tree limbs, despite the burning.I
had no wish for any more spankings.

Less than a minute later, I felt Aunt Marsha lifting
up my legs, and sliding something under me. As she
let me down, she started rubbing a thick paste on my
front areas and also on my stinging rear. She looked
down at me, then kissed me lightly on the forehead.I felt
the thick cloth under me, and saw that she was holding
one of the large pink pins in her hand.

"Your mother and I have both agreed that you need to
be completely trained to be a girl, Felicia. We've also
decided that for purposes of control,we're going to put
you back in diapers!" I felt her pull one side of the
diaper up and felt it tighten as she pinned it. Before
I could react, she repeated this on the other side, then
she tucked the excess cloth in under the folds of my legs.

She laughed, looking down at me again with those large
brown eyes. "That's a little extra I use when diapering
little girls--they wet more in the middle,so I double
fold. There's some things that a woman never forgets,
Felicia, and I know every trick and little baby thought
that you'll be having. You'll be tempted to disobey,
and maybe even try to take your diapers off. Don't--
I'll catch you, or your Mommy will, and we will punish
our little girl."

Aunt Marsha grinned, and held up a pair of pink rubber
rhumbas which were swimming with lace. "Get used to
wearing these, Felicia, you'll be in them for a long
time." My cheeks turned even redder as she lifted my
legs again, bending my knees as she eased the baby pants
up over the diapers. Aunt Marsha snapped the elastic
on the legs, smiling as she smoothed the ruffled pinafore
down onto the rhumbas. Her strong hands turned me around
again, as she checked the bows and stays, then finished
up by tightening the pacifier buckle another notch.

Aunt Marsha looked down at me again, smiling. "So, does
aunties' little girl like her suprise so far? Now sit
down with your husher and suc-k like a good baby. Auntie hears
Mommy coming with another suprise.

      I watched as my mother came back up the stairs, smiling.
      She was carrying a huge plastic bag,decorated with smiling
      ponies and lambs. It was stuffed full, sides bulging,
      and my mother laughed a little as she eased the padded
      straps from her shoulders.

      "Well, Marsha, it's certainly been a while since I've
      had to carry one of these around with me." She looked
      down at me in my new girlish outfit,and her smile widened.
      "But I can see from the looks of our little Felicia,that
      we're going to need everything in this diaper bag, and probably
      more. She looks absolutely adorable, Marsha--come here
      to Momma, you pretty little thing."

      I felt Aunt Marsha's grip loosen,and as I started to
      scramble upwards, heard the rustlings of all of my frills
      and the heavy plastic of the panties I'd been put in
      like some cradle concerto. My movement came to an
      abrupt halt, and I felt Aunt Marsha's hands pushing
      me back down.

      "Baby girls will crawl, until they've been trained to walk
      like proper young ladies!" She straightened the ruffles of
      my pinafore, and pulled the baby pants until they rode
      snugly on the mound of diapers I was wearing. "But Fleicia
      shows signs of being a good student, and Auntie has taught
      her something about proper young girlish behavoir already,
      hasn't she?" My aunt turned me around until I was facing her
      again, looking into those deep brown pools of her eyes.
      Her hands busied themselves for a moment in my hair, twisting
      and weaving a huge hank of my hair. I didn't need a
      mirror to tell me that she'd just fastened a thick silken
      bow in my hair. She let me go, but hovered behind me,
      so close that I could feel her breath on my neck.
      "Show your Mommy what you've learned, before you crawl
      to her. Do it now!"

      I was blushing furiously, but stood up, legs spread wide
      and placed one hand under each side of my pinafore,
      grabbing all of the layers. Still holding, them tightly,
      I thrust my right leg forward, while dipping down to
      my knee with my left. The front of the pinafore rose
      up, exposing my diapers and panties in what I hoped
      was an acceptable curtsey.

      My mother clapped her hands with delight. "Such a good
      little girl--come to Mommy, right now."

      I crawled towards her as quickly as possible, thinking
      that once we were alone, I would be able to work on her
      and be out of this ridiculous outfit. I turned my head,
      expecting to be able to explain, but my mother just
      ignored my attempts at communicating, tousling my hair
      behind the bow, and tightening the pacifier band so
      that the nipple filled my mouth and pressed down harder
      on my tongue. Speaking was impossible, and me head was
      cradled against my mothers' breasts so that I couldn't
      even see what was going on.

      She giggled, enjoying my wiggling and struggles to be
      free. "Oh Marsha, you've done wonders already, she's so cute
      I could just squeeze her to death."

      "Of course she is, Patrice; and we shall take steps
      to ensure that little Felicia stays that way."

      I heard the stacatto rhythym of my aunts' heels as she
      moved into the living room, and heard her dragging
      a large ottoman across the floor towards the couch.
      "Bring her over here, Patrice."

[pampers60]

Thanks much for posting this, it was in fact the one I was looking for. 

[SissyCat]

3

      Holding the shoulder strap of my pinafore, Mommy guided
      across the room, where Aunt Marsha sat on the couch,
      the ottoman pushed out in front of her. My aunt was smiling
      at me again, her brown eyes boring into me as she
      pushed her hands into a pair of latex gloves which gave
      a snap as they rolled up to her elbows. I could smell
      the thick scent of baby powder, and noticed a white
      tube of something by my aunts' side. I was drawn over
      the ottoman until my hands were dangling over the side,
      my face inches from the h em of Aunt Marsha's dress.

      "Pull her panties down past her knees, Patrice, but leave
      her diapers on."

      My mother followed Aunt Marsha's instructions, pushing
      down on my back to make sure that I didn't move.

      "Now come over here to the front, Patrice, and take my place.
      Hold on to your little girls' arms so that she won't move."

      My aunt rose, and I watched my mother take her place on the
      couch. She grabbed my arms, pulling me even further
      over the ottoman, so that all I could seen was the
      buckles and straps on her shoes. I tensed, certain that
      I was about to receive another spanking. I heard a
      squishhing noise, like ketchup coming out of a bottle.

      I felt my aunt's hand on my backside, covered with
      the latex glove. "Now, Felicia, I want you to get on
      tip-toes, and push your cute little bottom up as high
      as you can and hold it there--just like you do after
      going poo-poo and waiting for Mommy to wipe. Do it,Now!"

      I obeyed as best I could, and felt Aunt Marsha pushing
      my bum even farther apart through the diapers. "Now
      Patrice, what I'm doing will keep our little girl
      as docile as a kitten, and should be performed whenever
      necessary, but never less than once a day." I felt a
      draft in my bum as my aunt pulled the diapers aside, and
      rubbed something cool and slippery between my cheeks. I could
      also feel one of her fingers pushing insistently against
      my anus and tried to break free. Aunt Marsha ingored my
      struggles, and continued talking to my mom. "Where we
      work in the hospital, in the male wards, we call it
      'milking', and believe me, it makes them oh so more
      controllable!" My mother bent forward to get a better
      view, still holding onto my arms, but watching Marsha
      intently. My aunt had inserted a second finger into my opening
      and was wiggling both fingers inside of me, while slowly
      moving her fingers with an in and out stroking motion
      which brushed the inside of my poop hole.

      "Now as you can imagine, there are many ways to do this,
      some of my nurses much prefer to use a vibrator, rubbing
      it in a circular motion over the genitals before changing
      a wet diaper. But I much prefer the digital manipulation,
      since it allows me to get that much closer to our little
      girl and watch her reactions--the finger motion and the
      latex are also more sensative,and once you find the
      G-spot, you keep up with a steady pressure, and..."

      Aunt Marsha's probing fingers had created a growing
      warmth in my diaper area. I knew what was about to happen, but
      had no control over it, as a steady flood of warmth
      spread in the cloth. I shuddered, making small gurgling
      sounds which made their way past the pacifier.

      My aunt felt my small convulsion, and smiling down at
      my bottom, withdrew her manipulating fingers. "Well,
      there's a good girl, Aunt Marsha's milked Felicia into
      proper behavior,hasn't she?" She gave my mother a look
      which said how simple it all was, pulling the panties
      back up over my diapers. The skin of my face felt as
      if it were on fire.

      "Well, it's certainly brought some color into her complexion,"
      my mother said, smiling down at me and my beet red
      face. "Have you brought any bottles in that bag, Marsha?
      Our little girl looks as if she's thirsty."

      Aunt Marsha looked down at me, red-faced and spread
      before her on the floor. "Yesss, we have plenty of
      ba-bas for Felicia, and lots of other Halloween
      suprises too." She bent over, staring down at me with
      those deep brown eyes, and she pinched my cheek. "And
      I have a feeling that our little pumpkin will love every
      suprise we have for her, won't she?"


      Aunt Marsha let me go, pointing across the room to
      my mother. "Go crawl to Mommy like a good little girl"
      I started out, knowing better than to get off my hands and
      knees, as I could feel my aunt hovering behind me. I reached
      my mother, and she laughed delightedly, pulling my head into her lap
      and fondling my head behind the white bow I was wearing.

      "OH, now aren't we a sweetiepants? And how are we doing
      in our new clothes, eh?" I was pushed further into my mom's
      lap as her hand went possessively under the cloth of my
      pinafore and the elastic leg gathers of my baby pants
      to check the diaper. "Ooohh, and she's acting like a big
      girl, still nice and dry."

      My aunt laughed, hands in the large diaper bag, searching.
      "Well, that won't be lasting very long, Patrice, don't
      worry--you still remember how to change a baby, don't you?"

      My mom grinned, looking at my feet and examining my
      toes. "Marsha, there are some things you never forget;
      I've gone through years of changing and raising two
      boys, and now I'll have the pleasure of changing my
      little girl, even if I'm a bit rusty! But what have you got
      there?"

      My mother leaned forward, pushing my head further into
      the fabric of her dress until I felt my nose caught in the
      fabric underneath her dress. I smelled her perfume and
      blushed--I was resting my face on the bottom of her
      bra. She put a hand behind my forehead, turning me
      so that she could cradle me in her arm and still see my
      aunt. I looked also, and saw my Aunt Marsha holding
      a mass of pink leather and shining buckles. I could smell
      baby powder and heard the tinkling of little bells which were
      hidden in the folds of the leather.

      "Now this will keep our little Felicia from wandering
      off, and it also lets us hear her wherever she goes!
      I placed a special order all the way to England for
      this." Aunt Marsha looked down at me, smiling, as if
      she could tell just by looking at me what I was thinking.
      "These are called baby-reins, Felicia, and while wearing
      them, you'll be as snug as a bug, and totally under
      our control! Now let's get her fitted into them so that
      her training can begin."

 My mother rolled me gently down onto the floor, then
      hooked her hand under the shoulder straps of my
      pinafore. "Kneel, Felicia, and raise your hands up above
      your head." I obeyed as my aunt joined my mother behind me.

      "Left arm first," my aunt said, and I heard the tinkling of
      the silver bells as she slid the pink leather past the
      fabric of the pinafore. I also felt a hard slab of leather
      descend upon my back as my aunt threaded a strap through
      one of the loopholes on the my left side. "Now raise
      the right," and I felt the process repeated. The back portion
      of the harness was now pressing aginst my back, and rose to just
      below my pinafore collar.

      "Excellent! Now raise up and squat,Felicia, spreading
      your legs nice and wide for Auntie." Awkwardly, I rose
      slowly and did as I was told, blushing furiously as
      Aunt Marsha drew two more straps up from behind and
      through my crotch area, where she threaded them into
      two silver buckles. The buckles also contained circular silver
      rings. "Now, Felicia, at the end of each side strap is
      there is a larger padded piece of leather; put your
      pretty little hands in each side,and press your fingers
      together." I did as I was told, trembling as I squatted
      in front of my aunt and mother. Aunt Marsha grabbed
      the end of the padded straps, pulling each on up tightly
      and pushing a securing snap on the top. My arms were
      held against my sides, and the most movement I was permitted
      was to wiggle my fingers. My aunt pushed down on my shoulders,
      placing me in a kneeling position again. Every time I
      moved, the silver tinkling of the baby bells would
      ring musically.

      "There we are," my aunt said."What do you think,Patrice?"

      My mother smiled. "She looks perfectly delightful in
      her harness, Marsha, and the tinkle bells are just too
      much! You're a genius."

      My aunt grinned, rummaging about in the bag again,
      acknowledging my mothers' praise. "Just one more
      finishing touch, and her outfitting for our party
      will be complete." I trembled again, wondering what else
      could be done to me. The bells tinkled again, loudly
      as I wiggled.

[SissyCat]

4

      My aunt held up a pair of extremely frilly white baby
      socks. Anklettes. And in her other hand, she held up
      an oversized pair of shiny white shoes, with extremely
      thick soles and circular laces. The light flashed off
      of a pair of gleaming silver clasps which were attached
      to the rear of the shoes. "These are Pedi-Walkers, Patrice,
      and they come with a training brace to assure that baby
      takes proper, lady-like steps from the very start!
      Sit her down,please and hold her legs out."

      The bells tinkled wildly as I struggled, but a firm
      pinch from my mother and a stern look from Aunt Marsha
      had me sitting with my new baby shoes in a space of
      minutes. My aunt took what looked like a steel
      triangle with roller skates, and rotated them until
      each end was fastened with a click on back braces of
      the shoes. My aunt then turned the center roller again,
      pulling my legs together until she could barely fit
      both her hands between the space. "There we are--now
      for the final test."

      Aunt Marsha took two long loops of pink leather with
      toggle locks on each end, and fastened them to the
      side straps of my reins. She gave the other ends into
      my mothers' hands, so that there was about eight feet
      of free play between us. She slapped me on the rump through
      the plastic panties. "Get up,Felicia, get up and run
      away--you want to run, don't you?"

      I certainly did, and tried my best. I managed to stagger
      to my feet, and made a beeline towards the stairs in
      short, stumbling hops. Suddenly the back of the reins
      tightened, and I went down in heap to the floor in a
      tinkling rush of lace and leather. My mother sat on
      the floor laughing, the reins in her hands. She reeled
      me in like some babydoll fish, and I crawled backwards,
      unable to resist the pulling.

      A second later my head was lifted up in a strong pair
      of hands, and Aunt Marsha's huge brown eyes were staring
      down at me again. She laughed, oddly in tune with the
      tinkling of the bells on my harness. I gurgled and
      tried to shout through the pacifier as my aunt laughed.
      "Lesson number one: babies have to learn to walk before
      they can run,sweetums."

      "And speaking of learning, it's time to show my little
      girl how her diet is about to change,Marsha." My mother
      held up a large pink baby bottle with a funny looking
      nipple and attachments at the end.

      "Ahhh, yes--and I'm sure that Felicia is ready by now for a
      little refreshment." My aunt's hand went past the harness
      and into my panties, once more checking my diaper.
      "And this Halloween punch will certainly help improve
      her constipated outlook on things, won't it, pumpkin?"
      "Here. let me have the baby while you get her bottle
      ready. There's two bottles of solution in the bag, Patrice,
      make sure we give her the one with the brown liquids
      first!"

      I watched as my mother went into the kitchen, carrying
      the large baby bottle with her. My Aunt Marsha bent forward,
      forcing my head down into the nest of her dress, like a
      small hammock while seh reached into the diaper bag again.
      I watched as she took a large square of plastic with
      nursery designs and unrolled it, then snapped it outwards like
      a sheet. When it was fully extended, I could see the
      the arm and neckholes, along with ribbon ties and
      buckle snaps. Mother came back into the living room,
      with the pink bottle now a bit darker--it was filed
      with some sort of fluid.

      Aunt Marsha got up from the floor, putting both hands
      under my arms and lifting me with her effortlessly, taking
      me with her to the couch. She lifted my legs up on the sofa,
      and cradled my head between her breasts again, one arm holding
      up my chin. "Now, Patrice, we have to remember that
      for the first eighteen months in our little girls'
      formative years, her primary source of nourishment and
      comfort will be coming from a female's nipple, or its'
      facsimile!" I felt my Aunt Marsha's hand tighten on
      my chin, lifting it up even further. "So it's quite
      likely that Felicia will be quite the sloppy little
      eater for some time, what with all that suc-king and
      burping--but I've made provisions for her, since she's
      such a little dear."

      The bells on my harness tinkled as I tried to wiggle away,
      but my Aunt just laughed, pushing my chin even higher
      as she pulled the huge baby bib under my chin and fastened
      it behind my neck with a series of snaps. "Lift up your
      arms again, Felicia, there's a good girl." I obeyed and
      found the plastic extending in two buckled sleeves almost
      down to my elbows, which I saw had a little girls' nursery
      print on the plastic, and MOMMY'S FUSSY EATER written
      across the absorbent terry front. I felt myself lifted from my
      aunt's lap, and moved sideways until my mother grabbed
      me, pushing my head down in the crook of her right arm
      and making cooing sounds at me.
      "There, there, now baby's going to have her tummy filled
      with a nice baba, is she ready for that, oh yesss she is."
      I felt my face on fire again, diapered and dressed like
      a little girl in my mothers' arms about to be fed from
      a bottle with my scheming aunt watching. I felt the
      buckles on the pacifier being loosened by my aunt, the
      huge bottle with God only knows what inside of it sitting
      on the arm of the couch beside my mom.

Aunt Marsha looked down at me,holding the pacifier in
      her hands, her huge brown eyes daring me to speak out; I
      leaned further back into the comfort of mothers' arm, figuring
      the smartest thing to do was remain silent.

      "Now, Patrice, you'll notice that Felicia's bottle is
      much larger than usual;that's because I've made some
      special alterations to it." She picked the bottle up,
      showing the both of us the bulb on the bottom. "Sometimes
      in the hospital we have difficult patients who won't
      eat, and take up too much of our time. So we feed them
      like infants, but we can't afford to take a half hour
      or more to see that they drink their formula properly.
      This bottle is one of my 'express-feeders'; it has a
      double lining, one of which is filled with the formula,
      and the other a pressurized bladder attached to the
      bulb on the bottom."

      Aunt Marsha reached over my mothers' shoulder, quickly
      locking her thumb and forefinger over my nose, squeezing
      tightly. As I attempted to protest, she quickly
      brought the bottle around, jamming the nipple past
      my lips and deep into my mouth, until the round nipple
      lay on the back of my tongue. She pumped the bulb twice,
      and the nipple swelled, filling me entirely. I felt a
      stream of liquid hit the roof of my mouth, then trickle down
      my throat.

      "Keep the pumping pressure steady, Patrice--that's it,
      Baby will make it all gone in a few minutes." My mother
      smiled at me, still cradling my head as she pumped the
      bulb at the end of the bottle and watched. My mouth
      was bulging, and I swallowed a huge mouthful of formula
      so that I could breathe, unable to wiggle my head out
      the way, and gurgling little trails of formula out the
      side of my mouth when I couldn't swallow fast enough.
      The nipple remained swollen and spurting, leaving me
      with no recourse but to swallow greedily, gulping air
      through my nose as the formula streamed into me.
      Aunt Marsha watched my mother feed me, and when the
      bottle was finally empty, took it from my mouth. The
      nipple made a small popping sound as it came out.

      "Well, there's a good baby, she made it all gone." My
      head was lifted up from my mom's arms, and Marsha draped
      a diaper over my mom's shoulder. She turned me over, resting
      my head and shoulders over Moms' back, pressing my mouth
      into the diaper. I felt my Aunt's hands massaging my
      back and then slapping me gently repeatedly between
      the shoulders. I tried to get up, but was held in place,patted
      again and again unti I felt my mouth open involuntarily
      in a tremendous burp of air and formula.

      "Well, Marsha, baby got her bubble up, didn't she? And
      now it's time for Felicia to relax with her Auntie for
      awhile, isn't it? Mommy has places to go, but first
      we'll give baby her sleepy-bye treat." My mother looked
      at my aunt with a smile. "Is your suprise going to work out
      tonight, you think?"

      My aunt smiled back, her hands pushing back her thick
      lengths of raven hair. She unbuttoned the top of her
      blouse, looking down at me with those deep brown eyes.
      "I'm sure it will. I've been taking the pre-natals, and
      the other girls at the hospital have been helping me
      with diet and certain exercises." My aunt pulled the
      sides of her blouse down, then grabbed me by the shoulders
      and nestled my head in the crook of her left arm. "When
      I checked this morning, I noticed the whole area
      was warm, and almost itchy--I picked up the bra at
      Mi Bella's before I came over here. I'm sure
      I'll be just what our little girl needs."

      My eyes grew wider as I watched my aunt. The bra had
      thick straps, and was embroidered with lace, but was
      obviously meant to hold and support my aunts' breasts
      firmly. She straightened up, raising my head until my
      nose touched the silky fabric. Her hands went above the
      cup of the bra, undoing a snap and velcro fastening, then
      going down to my nose again, pinching so that my mouth
      opened up. A moment later my mouth was impossibly full,
      tasting the salty hardness of her nipple and the vibrant
      soft breast behind it. My aunt pushed gently, filling
      my mouth until I was again breathing through my
      nose. I started suc-kling on the nipple and the surrounding
      softness, feeling it vibrate with tongue numbing sweetness.

[SissyCat]

5

      "That's right, baby, use Auntie's husher, you've looked
      at them often enough before. Isn't that good, mmmmmmmm?"

      I couldn't answer, my mouth was too full, but my aunt
      kept on pushing more and more into my mouth, forcing
      my lips wider. Before long I felt the nipple on the
      roof of my mouth, along with a thin squirting of liquid.
      My aunt's nipple trembled, getting larger with more and
      more liquid coming out as I nursed. I felt my diaper
      getting wet, but was held in my aunts' grip like a
      vise, urging me to suc-k her nipple dry. Finally I felt
      the breast being withdrawn. A thin bubble of fluid escaped
      from the corner of my mouth, and I tried to get up.

      "Nooo, oh no no, baby, must stay put." My aunt smiled
      down at me, fingers eagerly going to the other cup of
      the bra, unfastening the cloth to release the waiting
      nipple. "Baby should nurse at least three times a day,
      fifteen minutes for each nipple, and I'll be making
      sure that you get every minute, Felicia. Mommy has
      agreed that while she's away for this new job, you'll
      be Aunt Marsha's little girl. Happy Halloween. sweetpants.

       
      "That's a good girl, stand in front of the car and
      wait for Auntie to open the door." After making sure that
      I'd been thoroughly kissed and filled in Mom
      left me in the care of my aunt, telling me to enjoy
      my time with her, and to behave, since Marsha knew how
      to discipline naughty babies. She would be checking
      on the weekends from her new job,and would be seeing
      what kind of progress I'd made.

      "And make sure you let Aunt Marsha know when you need
      changing, especially,if you have poopy-pants.There's
      nothing worse than a cranky baby with diaper rash." Mom
      had smiled, patting my head while she straightened the
      bow, then stepping back to look at me again. "She's
      going to be perfect, Marsha. I'll bring back some of
      the most adorable dresses you've ever seen, and we can have
      a fashion party when I return in a week--you'll be able
      to manage until then, won't you?"

      My aunt smiled , looking at me, and waving me mom to her
      car. "I have plenty of diapers, Patrice, and appropriate
      outfits for Felicia at my home." She laughed, pointing
      towards her breasts:"and if we're stuck outside, then
      at least one of us won't be lacking for food, right?"

      Ten minutes after,with two adjustments to my shoe
      braces so that I could walk, and I stood outside by
      my aunt's car, trying hard to blend in with the night,
      hoping that none of my friends would walk by, or God forbid,
      some of the neighborhood girls. I heard the click of
      the doorlatch, ans saw my aunt coming down the driveway
      with her remote opener in her hand. She stopped by the
      front door of her car, backlit by the houselights, those
      deep brown eyes of hers looking right through me, as if
      she knew every thought.

      "Get in the back, Felicia, and lay down on the seat."

      I obeyed, making sure that I lifted my legs up so that
      the brace wouldn't drag against the fabric. I could imagine
      what my aunt would do if I ripped her carseat. I
      stretched out easily, pushing forward until my head
      stopped. I had hit something large and soft, and could
      guess from the powder scent and the glimpse of ruffles
      that it was a huge, soft down pillow, the type used to
      cuddle and support a baby's head in the car.

      "Well, now let's make my little niece secure and
      comfy, shall we?" Her hands pulled out the seatbelts
      from each recessed roll, letting the buckles drop to each side
      of me. I felt her fingers going past the edge of my
      pinafore, and slip into my panties. "Let's see how
      that baba is doing, eh?" She gave me a little smile
      as she pulled the straps of the seat belt under me and
      over, fastening me mummy-style to the seat. "You can't
      stop it, you know. That formula I used will be scouring
      your insides like a brush, Felicia; it's only a matter
      of ten or twenty minutes, and you'll be filling your
      panties with a deposit. Trying to hold it in will only
      give you cramps, silly."

      She tightened the pacifier gag, then patted me on the
      head, putting the diaper bag on the floor of the car.
      "Well, go ahead and be stubborn, then--we'll be at the
      party in about ten minutes."


      My aunt was a fine judge of time, as well as character.
      Lying there like a human burrito, I felt the powerful
      humm of the engine drone down to a alight purr, and
      felt myself shifting in the straps as the car made a turn
      off the freeway. A few minutes later, I felt the car
      slide to a halt, and my aunt started honking on the horn.
      It seemed that almost no time passed at all, before
      I heard voices outside of the car, and the doors of
      car opening.

      "Well, hello, M'aam, and good evening to you," I heard
      that deep voice, definitely female, but deep and
      Germanic, and almost bit through my pacifier as a huge
      halo of blonde hair covering a face out of a vampire
      horror magazine came towards me. "Or, perhaps I should
      say 'goot eeevveninigg'.

      The vampire came even further into the car, looking down
      at me, and my shocked face, and clucked and smiled
      at me. "Oooohhh, Ute is such a fool, did we scare the
      baby? Ooooh, poor little girl." I watched like a sparrow
      before some giant cat, noticing her huge breasts straining
      against the fabric of her costume as she came closer.
      "And who is this cute little one, eh? Where did Ms. Marsha
      find you?"

      "I found him years ago, taking change from my purse as soon
      he was big enough to walk and talk! But things are going
      to change for him, now, Ute: I finally was able to get
      my sister to see things my way, ans now here he is."

      The German girl named Ute, looked down at me again,
      this time more speculatively. "Und so this is your
      naughty nephew, eh? He's certainly looks as if he's
      under his aunt's control now, eh?" She bent a little
      closer, her smile getting huge as she saw how I'd been
      dressed by my aunt. "And his wardrobe is absolutely
      darling, I can see some of Linda's lacework here on
      the pinafore, and he's wearing the panties I picked
      out of the catalogue for you." I felt her hands going
      down to the buckles of the seatbelts, and saw her wrinkle
      her nose abit, still smiling."And I think you've fed him
      too much, also--some one's made stinky-pants."

      My aunt looked back over the backseat of the car,
      smiling at the blonde vampire,then at me. "The car
      ride must have done it, Ute. The traveling is funny,
      it soothes them asleep, but at the same time it also
      makes them go. It looks like it's true no matter what
      size the baby is; you can change her, I left the diaper
      bag right beside her." Aunt Marsha reached down and
      pinched my cheek. "You'll find a bonnet for her under
      the diapers, it'll cover her up from the night air.
      And from now on, refer to him in the feminine tense,
      her name is Felicia."

      As I watched my aunt walk off, I felt my legs gripped by
      a strong pair of hands, and felt the braces on my shoes
      taken off. Ute pushed past me, dragging the diaper
      bag to her side, then came back and pulled me forward until
      my legs were dangling over the end of the seat. I felt
      a cold breeze enter the car and crawl up my legs as
      Ute pushed the layers of my pinafore up to my waist.
      She started to hum and smile as she reached up and pulled
      my rubber panties down to my ankles.
      "And, now, Felicia, liebchen, let's clean up baby's
      stinky pants, ja?" She lifted me up by both legs as
      if I were weightless, and slid an absorbent bed pad
      under me before letting me down. A few seconds later
      I felt myself lifted up again, this time being held
      off of the seat while Ute wiped my bottom and front
      with some soft cleaning wipes. I saw her take two large
      diapers out of the bag, holding the pins in her
      mouth. She laid me down, pulling the diapers up and
      behind, the larger thickness between my legs.

      "My, and your aunt was certainly right about you," she
      said, looking down at me exposed to the cold. She
      hummed as she squeezed some thick oozing cream from a tube,
      spreading it liberally all over me, pulling up one
      side of the diaper and pinning it. I coughed as a
      cloud of baby powder followed, coating the entire
      area. "Mamma wanted a girl, and now we'll give her
      one, You belong in diapers and a dress." She pulled
      and pinned the remaining side so tightly I thought
      I would poop again, but my stomach only rumbled.

      She put me on my knees, leaning into me so that my
      face was pressed into her cleavage as she pulled up
      my panties.

      "You are cute, Felicia, and so I will give you bit
      of advice." My face was still buried in her front.
      "Do you hear me, baby? Push your head up if you do."

      I pushed against the pressure of her breasts as best
      I could for an answer.

      "Good. Your aunt is in charge here, and has told a
      few of us what she intended for you. I for one am glad
      to see that she has carried it out. You will make a
      splendid little girl, Felicia, and we will get along
      just fine. All you must do is to act like a perfect
      little girl and do as you are told, do you understand?"

      I pushed up again, going even deeper into her top.

      "Good. I work here for your aunt, and am also a certified
      vocational nurse, specializing in rehabilitation. There
      are many doctors and nurses here, all of them are women.
      You will learn to curtsy and be silent whenever one
      of us passes you, and if you are held by anyone, your
      response will be to never meet our eyes, unless we
      bring your head up. If I hear from your aunt that you
      have not eaten, suc-kled or pooped as told, or if you
      are stubborn, them you will probably be sent to me.
      I guarantee that your punishment will be appropriate
      and unpleasant, but it will make you a much better
      little girl. Let us hope that it will not be necessary
      eh?"

      I pushed even farther into her breasts, nodding furiously.

      "Good girl." Ute let me back down on the seat. "Now stay
      still while I get your stroller ready and take you
      up to the party. Welcome to Happy Mounds, liebchen."