The Settlement

[Paddybaby]

Really enjoying the story looking forward to the next steps into girlhood for Philp(her name for now)

[BabyLock]

Missing Chapter 54 -or- a numbering error ?

[Sandra B]

Thanks & apologies.  Left out 54 by mistake.   :-\  Will upload now.

[Sandra B]

Chapter 54.  An Unpleasant Prospect. 

Cat brought the girls fresh ices, as the ones they had been enjoying at the time of the accident had long since melted.  She handed them out.  The table was in a shallow alcove.  Desdemona was sitting with her back to the window.  On her right sat Sadie, then Jennifer and then Freida, the last two on the room side of the table.  Philip, on his little plinth, was therefore stationed between Freida and Desdemona.  It was difficult to tell his facial expression with his lips compressed by the pacifier, but his eyes looked big and sad and a little fearful.  He was fidgeting, shifting from one leg to the other, and looking around, as if contemplating some sort of escape.
“There, girls.  Is that all?”
“Thank you, Cat,” said Sadie. 
Cat smiled, and turned to Philip. 
“Are you comfortable, little boy?” she asked, pinching his cheek affectionately.  “I’d offer you some too, but….”  She giggled shrugged her shoulders.  She turned to go.
“Wait a mo,” said Jennifer.  “Cat?  Could you do us a favour?”
“Yes?”
“Could we have some of that cake ribbon that Tina used for his pacifier?”
“Well, I’d have to ask Susanne.  Sorry.”
“Okay.  Ask.  See what she says.”
They watched as she returned to the counter and spoke to Susanne.
“She prob’ly won’t let us…” said Freida.
But to their surprise, Susanne went behind the counter and produced the whole roll and the scissors, which she gave to Cat, who immediately headed back to table fifteen.
“She says it’s fine, so long as you don’t use it all.”
“Thanks, Cat!  Didn’t she ask what we wanted it for?” said Jennifer.
“She said, “What mischief are those rascals up to now?  No, don’t tell me,”” grinned Cat.
“She’s the best!” said Desdemona.  “Thanks for asking, Cat.”
“No problem.”
“What’s the plan, Jen?” said Desdemona, as Cat returned to the counter.
Jennifer was already cutting off a short length of ribbon. 
“Des, could you secure his ankles?  I’m fed up with him squirming.  All you have top do is to tie the two rings on his cuffs together.”
“My pleasure,” grinned Desdemona, taking the ribbon and slipping off her chair.
“Mmm…mmm!” protested Philip.
“There. Done.”
“Great.  Better Philip?  Stand still!  You only make yourself look sillier.  And everyone’s looking at you.”
He turned his head and ran his eyes round the room.  She was right.  Sixty smiling faces, all looking at him!  How could they?  A lot of them were supposed to be his friends!
“Now,” said Jennifer, cutting a much longer length, “this is for your lead, Philip.  Des, could you thread that through his collar ring for me?  Thanks.  Now we’ll just tie the end….”
She tied it off, cut off the loose ends, and stuck them in her pocket.
“Genius!” cried Freida.  “Give it a tug, Jen!”
Jennifer complied, jerking Philip’s head forward.  They all laughed at his obvious discomfiture.
“Pity he’s all tied up,” said Sadie, “we could’ve taken little doggy walkies…”
“Nah.  He would just run off as soon as we got him outside,” said Freida.  “He’s a bad doggy.”
“Not if we tied his lead to his….” whispered Desdemona.  They all giggled.
“Only you could have thought of that, Des,” laughed Jennifer.  “Anyway, he’s going nowhere now, till we say so.  He can just stand there and watch us enjoy the evening.  Okay, Philip?”
Philip did his best to glare at her.
“Ooh, Jen, be careful.  I think he’s angry with us.  Look at that face,” grinned Sadie.  “Are you, diddums?”  She picked up his ribbon-lead and gave it a tug.  “What a baby!  I’m going to suggest to Tina that his aunt make him wear plastic pants to school.”
“Good idea, Sadie!” cried Freida.  “I can just imagine how he’d look with them peeping out under his miniskirt.  That would cure him of showing off all the time.”
“Are you serious?” asked Sadie.
“Why not?  In fact, I’ll go and suggest it now.”  And she pushed her chair back, jumped up, and headed off to where Tina and Susanne were sitting chatting.  They had pulled a little table out from the back and were now sitting next to the counter sipping wine.  Philip started panicking, trying to turn his head round to see what was going on.
“She’s got him worried now!” laughed Jennifer.  “Just imagine…”
Freida was bending over talking to the two women.  There was a burst of laughter.  She came back, poker-faced.
“Well?” asked Jennifer.
“She says she might suggest it next time he’s bad.  But she wouldn’t want to punish him for nothing.”
“Hear that, mister?  You’d better be careful, or….” smiled Jennifer.
Sadie completed the sentence.  “Baby pants for you!”  she cried, triumphantly.

[Sandra B]

Chapter 55.  Après mmm, le déluge…

The girls were merciless in their teasing that evening.  Desdemona turned her big blue eyes on his face.
“Ooh, Philip.  I think I’m falling in love!  You look so handsome in your little maid’s outfit and your sexy plastic pants.”  She reached up and pulled the plastic tight over his pull-up, so she could see the design.  “And such a cool pull-up!  I mean, those little white bunnies….”
She slid her hand down a few inches and began to caress his bare thigh.  He squirmed but he was helpless to escape her attention.
“Try tickling him,” suggested Jennifer.  “Make him wriggle a bit.  I’ll video it.”
Desdemona obliged, playing her fingertips over the backs of his legs until she had him almost dancing with discomfiture.  The girls loved it.
“Imagine if he was our little maid,” said Freida, “ours to do with whatever we wanted.  We could have so much fun…”
“He wouldn’t get off so lightly with us,” remarked Sadie.
“Mmm…mmf,” protested Philip. his eyes glistening with tears.
Jennifer smiled at him.  “Maybe there’s a way,” she said, thoughtfully.  “Let me think about it.  Des, you can stop tickling now.  I think I’ve got enough video of that.”
Desdemona withdrew her hand.  But Philip kept squirming.  He was trying to say something.
“Mmm-mmm.   Mmm-mmm!”
“What’s he saying?” asked Sadie.
“He’s saying ‘mmm-mmm’!” laughed Sadie.  “Ice cream, maybe?”
“Mmm-mmm!”  Louder and more emphatic this time.
“I think he’s saying, “Yes - please,” – please don’t stop!” laughed Desdemona.
“No.  Wait a minute,” said Jennifer, excitedly.  “Philip?  Does “mmm-mmm” mean…..toilet?”
Philip nodded his head vigorously.  “Mmm-mmm!” 
“Oh my god, he wants to do a wee!” laughed Freida.  “Well it’s all right, Philip.  Go ahead.  What do you think your pull-up’s for?”
Tina had noticed Philip dancing around.  “Everything all right over there, girls?” she called.
“Oh, yes thank you, Tina,” Jennifer called back.  “Couldn’t be better!”  Then, under her breath, “Girls.  Get your phones set up.  This is something we don’t want to miss!”
“Do you think….” asked Sadie.
“If we don’t get interrupted, yes I do,” said Jennifer.
By now Philip was panicking.  His cheeks were red, and his eyes pleading.  “Mmm-mmm,” he whined piteously.  “Mmm-mmm.”
But the girls had no pity.  Four phones were propped up against dishes or glasses, ruthlessly recording his discomfort.
He fought it for longer than the girls expected.  But when, inevitably, the demands of nature overtook the strength of his will, the wait had been worth it.  His plastic pants were tightly elasticated at the waist and the legs, so that when his wee flooded into his pull-up, the displaced air couldn’t easily escape, and his pants inflated like a balloon.  The girls wanted to scream with delight, but they temporarily suppressed their mirth for fear of alerting Tina or Susanne.  The expansion of the pull-up as it absorbed the warm liquid enhanced the effect.
“I think his pants are going to burst!” gasped Freida.  But the words were hardly out of her mouth when the air began to leak from one leg with a faint bubbling sound like a quiet, prolonged fart.  It was too much for the girls.  They exploded in shrieks of laughter, their amusement increased by the expression of dismay on Philip’s face, and the tears welling up in his eyes.  The whole room was now staring at the spectacle.
“What’s happening over there?” called Tina, putting down her glass and getting to her feet.
“I – I think…Philip’s…had a little accident!” gasped Jennifer, in between giggles.
“Oh, dear,” said Tina, coming up to the table.  “Have you, darling?  Never mind, we’ll soon get you changed.  Jennifer?  Do you think you could give me a hand?”
“Of course, Tina.”  She jumped up, and between them they trundled the dejected boy out past the other tables.
“Won’t be long, Susanne,” said Tina, struggling to keep a straight face.
And they pushed Philip and his cone behind the counter and towards the back room.

[Sandra B]

Chapter 56.  Ribbons and Bows, to Cure my Woes

Once inside, Tina addressed the problem of changing Philip.
“Now how are we going to do this?  Actually, I don’t see the point of releasing him.  I can do it just as well with him how he his.  Jennifer?  Could you grab those scissors and cut that ribbon around his ankles?”
Jennifer did as she was bid.
“Thanks.  I don’t suppose you will want to hang around for the next bit.”
“Oh.  Oh, yes, please, Tina.  If you don’t mind, that is.”
Philip shook his head.  “Mm-mm-mm-mm mmm!” he said emphatically.
“Oh, don’t be such a baby, Philip!  Jennifer’s see a boy’s bum and thing before, haven’t you?”
“Yes, Tina.  Lots of times.  I have a little brother and I look after him as much as my mum does.”
“There.  Now first we need to put on rubber gloves…  There’s some for you, dear…”
“Now, let’s get these pants off first…”
Shew drew them down his legs, and pulled them off.  Then, ignoring Philip’s muffled protests, she unceremoniously pulled down his soggy, heavy pull-up.  He stepped out of it and she placed it carefully on the pants.  Jennifer was delighted.  She gave the blushing Philip a surreptitious triumphant wink.  Tina pulled out a handful of wipes and got to work, cleaning his skin quickly and efficiently, as if she did it every day.  When she was satisfied, she handed Jennifer a wipe. 
“There.  You can make sure I haven’t missed anywhere.  Now where’s that cream?”
Jennifer did make sure.
“I think that’s enough, Jennifer.  Leave him to dry off a minute.  Tell me, have you had an enjoyable evening?”
“Oh, yes, thank you – and we’ll thank Susanne as well before we leave.  It’s been really fun.  Normally the school never gets together like that out of school hours.”
“I’m pleased.  We should do it more often.  But I think he’s ready for the cream now.  Let’s put on clean gloves.”
To Philip’s horror, he realised Tina was going to let Jennifer help.  He struggled, but Tina just ignored him.  The two of the knelt down with the pot of cold cream between them and chatted away about Caroline Norton, Tina reminiscing on her time there, as their hands deftly worked the cooling cream into his skin.  He bit down hard on his pacifier, but inevitably his unruly member began to respond to their attentions.
“Oh, Philip, you’re such a naughty boy,” complained Tina. “In front of Jennifer, too!  Can’t you keep yourself under control?”  She answered her own question.  “No, I suppose that would be too much to ask…  I’m sorry, Jennifer.  Perhaps you’d rather…?”  She glanced at the door.
“Oh, no, Tina.  That’s fine.  It doesn’t offend me.  I know what boys are like at this age.”
She spoke as if she was talking about a twelve-year-old.  Philip tried to glare at her, but she returned him a sweet, sympathetic smile.
“Now.  Fresh pull-up.  Let me see.”  Tina riffled through the bag for a minute.  “Oh, disaster!  The rest of these are all baby-sized!  How did that happen?  What are we going to do?”
“Maybe the chemist is still open?”
“No.   It closed at nine.  I wonder if I’ve got anything in the car.  Could you stay with him while I go look?”
“Of course.”
“Thanks.  Won’t be long.”
Tina hurried out.  Jennifer grinned at Philip, who was now looking quite frightened.  As well he might.
“Just you and me, Philip,” she laughed, “and what a sight you are!  Maybe you need a little more cream?”
“Mmmf!”  Shaking his head violently.
“Just a little….”  She dipped a finger into the pot, smeared the cream onto the palm of her other hand, and, closing her hand around him, pulled gently, allowing him to slide through the tunnel of her fingers a few times.  She knelt back and admired the impressive effect.  Then an idea seemed to occur to her.  She jumped up and felt in her jacket pocket.  She pulled out the ends of the ribbons she had cut off in making his lead.  She peeped out of the door.  No sign of Tina returning.  Quickly she tied one length around the base of his member, in a lovely big bow.  Then the second length about half way along.  This piece was longer, and she had to wind it around a few times.  Another big, crisp bow.  Philip was helpless to stop her.  She stood back. 
"What a lovely, big, pretty sissy you are, Philip!"
Several snaps, and a short video.  That was enough.  She untied and removed the ribbons just in time.  Tina returned. 
“Nothing.  No pull-ups, nappies, anything.  At least I found these.”
She held up a pair of loose pink latex panties, elasticated at the legs.
“These were meant to go with his pink maid’s costume, before we decided on a pull-up and plastic pants.  They’ll do.  All these plastic pants are semi-transparent.  I don’t think that would be a very good idea, especially in his present state!”  She winked at Jennifer, and glanced at Philip.  “Goodness, things don’t seem to improved much since I went out!  Never mind.  He’ll probably calm down when he’s out in the restaurant again.”  She sprinkled some talc inside the pants.  “Here, Philip, lift up your feet.”
She got the pants over his feet and pulled them up.  She had to stretch them to get them over his erection, and they looked like a tent over a tent-pole, but at least he was, as she said, “half decent”.
“Should I….?” asked Jennifer, holding the ribbon which a minute ago had been decorating Philip’s body.
“Oh, yes, his ankles.  Certainly.  We don’t want him playing about again, do we?”
Jennifer was buzzing with excitement.  Now she really had something she could use!  Just as yet, she was not sure how, but she knew it was a game-changer.  As the two of them pushed him back down the corridor and into the brightly-lit room, she couldn’t wipe a crazy smile of delight from her face.

[Sissy Little Girl]

Sandra B, Those were super-charged chapters.  Philip, in his pink maid's outfit, has been a hit with all of the girls.  Now that he is tied to the  heavy ice cream cone, he is at the mercy of the girls at table 15.  He as been made to wet his pull-up and now he will be wearing the tight, pink plastic pants.  You have a way with words and can paint a very vivid picture.  Keep doing what you do because you are "GOOD."
 :D