A Model Son

[sarahpenguin]

Yay baby bouncer for a very special baby :)

[dolly bo peep]

Dara Janey,

Thank you for the last chapter.

I imagined myself in Jake's place, and I'm glad I'm wearing a diaper  :-[.

I'll bet that after that bouncer section, Jake might very well have pee sloshing in his plastic pants.

Will Jake be the model in a demonstration video by the builder of this wonderful bouncer? If so, I vote for the yellow gingham outfit.

[LauraVB]

The control on the wall was well out of reach.  There was nothing he could do but suc-k on his soother and look out at his growing audience.

Haha, wow.  That's a very clever way to put the dresses on display!  I'm sure that's all Mom is really trying to do, not humiliate her poor little model. :P  Love to see the room finally changed over for the baby girl.  What a nice room for a sissy little baby to feel safe and sound and protected from those mean boys outside. 

[jenniesissy]

Lovely, well-written story.  Sad not to see a recent update - hopefully not the consequence of a negative comment or two from those who contribute little instead of appreciating the time, energy and creative talent necessary to put pen to paper.  I do hope you will continue!

[DaraJaney]

Jake continued to be bounced in front of the window, his audience cheering every time his petticoats fluttered up on his descent.  His wet nappy was cooling rapidly and felt particularly uncomfortable being repeatedly squished as he was propelled up and down.

“Hey look!”  The kids stopped their jeering for a moment.  “Is that a damp patch on his tights?!”  Jake cringed.  They all strained to see.  “Yes!  He’s wet his nappy and it’s leaking onto his tights!”  They all roared laughing.  Jake continued to be bounced up and down as the damp patch on his tights spread slowly.

“We’d better tell his mummy!”  A few of the girls ran around to the front door and Jake heard the bell ring.  Perhaps an end to his public display was in sight.

His mother and Diane came in.  “Dear oh dear!”  His mother came around in front of him and held up his petticoats to confirm what she had been told.  Mercifully she finally pressed the stop button and Jake was left dangling, his booties just about touching the floor.

She let him out of the bouncer and led him to the changing table.  “Oh can we change his nappy?!”  “Nnngghhh!”  “Of course you can.  Thank you for letting me know he was leaking.  You can be the first to change him on his new changing table!”

Jake was helped up by the excited girls who carefully removed his frilly nappy cover – now damp at the edge – and then his stained tights.  Jake realized that the net curtains were still open and lots of faces were gathered at the window to watch him having his nappy changed.  “Nnngggghh!”  The girls were too excited to pay any attention to his concern and started to peel his plastic pants off.

He could only lie back and look at the ceiling as they removed his nappy.  The girls giggled and toyed with his chastity device for a little while before setting about wiping him clean.  When he had to turn over for them to wipe his bottom he was forced to face the children gathered looking in the window at him.  He suc-ked hard on his soother as he looked out through the lace trim of his bonnet.  They roared laughing as the girls powdered his exposed bottom.  Jake buried his face in the shiny covering on his changing table – for once grateful for the wide brim on his bonnet.

“I think Baby Jake needs to wear these thicker nappies all the time now”, his mother announced.  Jake looked up “nnnggghh!”  But he was turned over and legs prised wider apart and he was pinned into the thicker nappy that he had only worn at night so far.

A fresh pair of white tights just about stretched over his thicker nappy.  His mother held up a clean frilly nappy cover.  “Oh dear, I don’t think this will go over that nappy.”  The girls tittered.  “What about his bloomers from the Lolita outfits?” Diane suggested helpfully.  “Good idea!” his mother agreed and went off to find a pair.

She returned holding up a pair of white bloomers with pink lace around the leg openings and across the bottom.  Jake cringed.  Some of the girls clapped their approval excitedly.  The bloomers were pulled up over Jake’s thick nappy and he was finally able to climb down off the changing table and lower his petticoats.

Not that they did much to hide the huge bulge of his nappy as he stood bow legged in front of the giggling children.  He hoped that they would go now but his mother urged him to go over to his play-pen.  He cringed knowing how he was going to have to waddle mortifyingly but he couldn’t just stand there indefinitely with them all looking on.

He moved his right leg forward and them his left.  The laughter increased as they watched his difficulty in even waddling.  He tried to hurry into the play-pen but he fell forward and had to crawl the last few yards which only increased the merriment as the frilly lace on his bottom fluttered in full view.

By the time he had turned over on his bottom and settled his petticoats, one of the girls had fastened the catch on the side bars.  He felt like he was floating a few inches above the floor as he sat on his thick nappy with his legs splayed wide apart.

Diane was quick to push a dolly and rattle onto him to complete the picture as he suc-ked hard on his soother and looked up sheepishly at the row of faces looking down on him.  “Hey we can’t see!” came a protest from those at the window.  The girls helpfully stood back so Jake could be seen.

They were obviously waiting for him to perform or something.  He supposed that the sooner he did, the sooner they would go away.  So he shook his rattle and hugged his dolly tightly and they all either gave an amused sigh or giggled.

[sarahpenguin]

Thanks if he's in his night nappies all the time during the day then what thicker more absorband leakage protection will be summoned by his mother for nights?  Hopefully he will be told crawl all the time by his mother as he's fallen in front of her at least once now :) Reins are for toddlers who obviously toddle well and he should gently and irresistibly made to crawl all the time since he's not a big girl with clever hands who can use toddler toys well :)  And rumor has it DaraJaney you live on the moon and are it's undisputed regent and wield all the powers the moon brings to the world in addition to your writing gig :) Care to comment?

[DaraJaney]

And rumor has it DaraJaney you live on the moon and are it's undisputed regent and wield all the powers the moon brings to the world in addition to your writing gig :) Care to comment?

How did you find out?  :)

One morning after Jake’s nappy change and feed his mother told him that there was no need for him to squeeze into his pram to go to the creche.  He looked up hopefully, suc-king rhythmically on his soother as was his constant habit now.

She held up a set of pink leather reins.  They tinkled as she moved them.  Jake cringed but he didn’t bother resisting as she pulled the harness over his arms and buckled it snugly.  She tugged on the reins to satisfy herself that he was suitably strapped.

“We’d better go now though.  It might take a little longer.”  She nudged him towards the door and he waddled awkwardly in his new thicker nappy.  As he passed the hall mirror he was reminded that everyone could see below his short lavender dress that he was wearing a nappy under his bulging Lolita bloomers.  His mother swung his changing bag over her shoulder having slipped his large baby bottle into the front pocket.

The constant tinkling of his harness as he walked along only drew more attention.  A lady who was walking briskly along the footpath in front of them on the main road looked over her shoulder and stopped dead when she saw the large child in the frilly lavender dress and matching bonnet waddling along suc-king on a soother and clutching a doll.  Her eyes were immediately drawn to the bulging bloomers and then the changing bag on his mother’s shoulder.  She watched slack-jawed as they passed.  Jake kept his eyes firmly on the footpath ahead of him and suc-ked hard on his soother.

Andrea beamed as he walked into the creche on his tinkling harness.  “Oh did little Jakey walk all the way here, well, waddle?” she tittered.  Jake just continued suc-king on his soother as his mother unbuckled his harness – relieved that the annoying tinkling would end for now.

She knelt before him and fingered his long locks, now protruding from beneath his bonnet.  “His hair is probably long enough now to make lovely curls!”, she commented.  Jake glared at her.  “What a wonderful idea!” his mother agreed.  “I was thinking he needed a haircut but that’s a much better plan.”

Andrea thought about it.  “I think my mother still has the old curling pins her mother used on her!  They are definitely vintage now. I never let her use them on me!” she recalled.

Jake had no idea what curling pins were but he didn’t like the sound of it.  Andrea gave them to his mother then next day.  He looked dubiously at the bundle of pins and wires as his mother put them in her bag.

On Saturday he sat unhappily suc-king on his soother having had his hair coated in setting lotions and then painfully tugged and wrapped around the pins.  It seemed like ages that he sat there with the pins heating and giving him a sinking feeling.

His mother was delighted with the mass of sausage curls that resulted.  She sat his pink bonnet carefully on his curls tugging a few ringlets down his forehead and ensuring that others dangled over his shoulders.

Jake’s view of the world, already framed constantly with the lace of his bonnets now had the addition of a few ringlets dangling over his eyebrows.  He could feel the heavy sausage curls on his neck and shoulders.

On Monday morning his mother freshened his ringlets with a curling tongs before bringing him to the creche for Andrea to see him.  She was taking another kid’s coat off when she heard the tinkling from Jake’s harness.  She turned with an expectant smile.  “Oh how pretty!”  She was clearly pleased with his new look.  Jake was just wondering how long the annoying and embarrassing ringlets would last for.

His mother took the curling tongs from her bag.  “Thank you so much for the loan of them.”  Andrea held her hand up.  “There’s no need to give them back.  I’ve no use for them.  You’ll need them to reset his ringlets every week.  They’ll just get prettier and prettier as his hair grows longer.”  His mother put them back in the bag and smiled.  Jake suc-ked even harder on his soother.