Little Miss Muffet’s Creche for Babies

[antonia]

Thank you for the kind comments.
I have spent my life writing so putting words on paper comes easy.
I know what you like Mac! I’ll try not to disappoint !

[mikeh1993]

I have always loved your stories, but this story, based off another awesome story on here is top notch. 

[SissyShellyDC]

A new classic! Thank you Antonia!

[mommasboy]

Yummy start to this story

[antonia]

Chapter 4 Tommy makes good progress

Tommy was mortified when the nurses praised him for making a stinky nappy and being such a good baby. They took him from his cot and put him in a hot bath of bubbles where they washed his hair and pampered him. He was more than a little cross when they cut off all his hair apart from a tuft in the middle to which they tied a pink ribbon.

He was carefully coated in zinc and castor oil cream and powdered in baby powder until he smelt sweet. New nappies were applied and a pair of cute plastic pants in a nursery print. He was really pleased that nothing else was going to be put up his bottom. His bladder released into his nappy and he was unaware of what he had done until he felt the warmth spreading around his bottom. The nurses decided he could go a few hours until his next change and that it would do him good to appreciate a wet nappy just as any baby would need to get used to being wet for extended periods of time in between changes.

For the first time he was put in a sweet little baby dress that came down to the top of the waist band of his plastic pants. It was white with little pink hearts printed on the fabric and a large pink heart that was sewn onto the bodice. He had pink knitted booties on his feet and matching mittens. A pink dummy on a pink ribbon was pinned to the lacy pink bib that protected his dress from his drooling. He suc-ked on his dummy relentlessly and he realised that he was becoming very fond of its comfort.

He was made to crawl on his knees because something prickly was in the sole of his booties. A thick carpet covered the side of the room where his cot stood as they took him to a large high chair that stood in front of a wide screen television. They carefully lifted him into the chair and secured him with the harness, pulling down the tray in front of him. He was totally contained.

A bonnet with a restricted view focussed his attention on the screen, and as the screen flickered into vision the earphones in his bonnet came to life further immersing him in his viewing. His heavily padded high chair was sumptuously comfortable and radiated a gentle warmth from its furnishings. The headrest gently kept his head facing forwards. Having been asleep for almost 48 hours under drug induced slumber he was quite alert and receptive. On the tray of his new high chair were bottles of juice with baby teats suitable for his size. He took out his dummy and inserted one of the bottles, the act of putting the nipple in his mouth triggered a wetting.

He savoured the juice and found himself drawn into the video of babies and toddlers in the care of their nannies. “You love to wet your nappy” started the soundtrack as the film showed a close up of one of the older children in nappies wetting and the cloth slowly turning yellow as the fabric became saturated. “Nappies are so comfy baby, you cannot be trusted not to wear a nappy because you are now a baby and babies have to wet in their nappies.” The video faded into a nanny taking the plastic pants off a toddler to reveal a very wet and soggy nappy. “What a good baby to go in your nappy, you are such a good baby. I bet you cannot wait for nanny to put you in a nice new soft fluffy nappy? Can you? I think baby quite like sitting in his wet nappies though, doesn’t he? Yes he does! All babies like to wet their nappies and sit in them and enjoy the warmth.” Tommy suc-ked on his bottle intently absorbing the show and felt his own nappy rewarm from a fresh wetting. He felt as though he was about to have an orgasm as his wet nappies felt so good. Suddenly he jolted “Are you enjoying your wet nappies Tommy?” asked the film.

“Yeth” he replied past the teat of his bottle, allowing a trickle of juice to run down onto his already damp bib. The team monitoring his progress by web cam in the control booth were thrilled with all the telemetry being measured from the sensors around Tommy and the brain sensors embedded in this bonnet. He was going off scale in serotonin levels and alpha wave activity. The chances of failure with Tommy were looking very slim.

The film moved on to a particularly older child who was maybe eight or so in a nappy and showed the child being particularly agitated as inside the transparent plastic pants the nappy was rapidly going yellow, furthermore, that the boy was straining hard and grunting as in pain. The camera zoomed in to the back of the nappy as it slowly expanded as the child was clearly doing more than just wetting his nappy but soiling it with a vengeance. Once the growing bulge in his nappy had been completed, the camera zoomed into his face as tears ran down his cheeks. In the next shot, a nanny was seen changing the boy. “Don’t cry sweetheart, nobody is cross with you. Everybody has the odd accident in their nappies, that is why you wear a nappy, in case you need to do a wee wee or do a pooh. What a good boy to go in your nappy rather than mess your pants or go in your jammies like Tommy.”

Tommy looked totally shell-shocked, how could they have known about his awful and shameful accident? Another wetting warmed his nappy as the nanny finished dressing the older boy in his clean nappy. She pulled up his plastic pants and snuggled them to get them to settle over the thick terry fabric. She patted the back of his plastic pants. “You look adorable” she said to him. The boy sniffled a little and the nanny clutched him to her breast and gave him a long hard cuddle. “Such a big boy to go in your nappy and not make any work for nanny cleaning out potties and other horrid jobs involving dirty toilets. So easy to change a nappy and so lovely to be able to baby you and make you feel precious.” She said lovingly.

A pressure started to build in Tommy and after the recent anal dilation programming he was quite helpless to stop himself from soiling himself in his comfy warm nappy. He felt himself becoming aroused in his nappy and as he associated such arousal with wetting himself now he gave a little push and allowed the last of his bladder to empty into his already saturated nappy. The elimination slowly squeezed itself out into the fluffy towelling and Tommy cried silent tears as the humiliation of what he had done slowly sunk in.

[mikeh1993]

This story is awesome.  A perfect addition to the story it’s based from.

[antonia]

Chapter 5 Tommy continues to fall

In the control room they were ecstatic as such regression was almost unique. Celia and Diane had been signing off the necessary papers for the future surgery and paying a few rather substantial bills. They were shown into the control room for an update only to be received with shrieks of delight and total joy.

“How’s it going?” asked Diane surprised at the noisy reception they had received.

“Your new baby has not only been wetting his nappy like a newborn but has also managed to soil himself twice; but not only dirty his nappy but he totally enjoyed doing it. His brain levels are off-scale and he is totally on board with his nappy wearing. This is a very rare event and we are not going to have any problems with him. We are going to continue the week as planned and we will do the surgery on his bottom to make life easier for him, even if it is probably not totally necessary. You can be totally confident that Tommy is going to be completely nappy dependent and amazingly he seems to be quite dependent on his dummy already.

They watched the nurses take Tommy out of his high chair, remove his bonnet, and change his dirty nappy on the changing station putting him back in clean diapers and plastic pants. He cooperated fully suc-king on his dummy and clutching his clean plastic pants to his chest as they pinned him into his nappies that now included a liner to protect his protection from heavy soiling.

He lifted his bottom and made life easy for the nurses to slip the clean terry towels under his bottom and then pull up his protective pants, once the nappies had been fitted. They sat him up and straightened out his pretty little baby dress. A clean bib was clearly needed as he had messed up the first one with his dribbling and sloppy bottle feeding.

Once returned to his high chair a few sissy maids minced in with his lunch. Tommy was starving since he had not been given any breakfast because of an administrative error. A sissy boy who was about 16 years old with blond Shirley temple curls wearing a bright pink uniform with a short skirt that revealed white frilly petti pants, put a plate of sandwiches on his high chair tray. He had a brilliant white frilly laced pinny to protect his uniform and his makeup was perfect. “Enjoy your thandwicheth” lisped the sissy.

Another almost identical sissy appeared with a baby bottle of milk which she slotted into a bottle carrier fitted to the side of the tray. “Have a nice dwink baby” she said.
Finally, a third sissy appeared with a yoghurt and a spoon for his pudding. “A thpethial pudding baby” she said.

Tommy looked at his hands and realised that he could only hold the bottle between his two mittened hands. He had no idea how he was going to eat his little sandwiches and he began to drool behind his dummy as he realised just how hungry he was feeling. He pawed at the plate and began to feel tears well up as he realised how cruel they were to tease him. Celia appeared just as he was about to cry and took the plate from the tray and pulled up a chair to sit beside him.

“Who am I? she asked as she waved a square of sandwich in front of his face.

Tommy looking a little startled replied “Gwanny, you’re my Gwanny” his speech garbled by the big juicy dummy filling his mouth. Celia was thrilled with the response and delighted by the appearance of this overgrown toddler, suc-king on a soother, hair with a pink bow tied on to the little tuft of hair left in the centre of his head and wearing a bib that was already damp with his continual drooling.

She gently pulled on the ring of his clearly loved do-di and it came out with a plop, leaving a rivulet of dribble in its wake. She put it on the tray of his high chair and she noted with satisfaction that Tommy’s eyes followed it to its resting place, clearly concerned in case he lost it. “Open wide” she asked, as she aimed a square of his sandwich at his mouth. Tommy obliged and a rather large mouthful went in, maybe a tad too much for him to chew it all in one bite. Some of the sauce and sausage fell out and went on his bib, the rest remained caked round his face. Celia followed it up with another piece as Tommy did his very best to finish the first mouthful. He was so hungry that he was salivating and, despite this, he still had unfinished food left in his mouth as the next bite was delivered. More debris fell down his bib and onto the tray, more food remained on his face. He looked the perfect picture of an overgrown toddler.

As the third bite was approaching Celia noticed that Tommy had a momentary loss of concentration and his eyes showed that he appeared a little distracted. She also noticed that he had glanced down the narrow gap between his high chair tray and his tummy – she realised with delight that he had just wet his nappy and was looking down to see why he had experienced a warmth. He appeared surprised for an instant and then normal service was resumed as he opened his mouth wide for the next bite.

Tommy was suffering intense confusion, he had been cruising along letting all these strange things be done to him, but suddenly he had a moment of clarity, and that was suddenly dashed by a feeling or warmth spreading over the front of his nappy and down to the bottom of his seat. He never felt it coming, one minute he was continent and seemingly now he was totally incapable of holding his urine, or more to the point, was totally incapable of knowing when he was wetting himself until he felt the results heating up his nappy. His bladder and his brain had ceased to communicate. This overwhelming thought caused his lip to quiver and before he could control himself he let out a wail, tears cascaded down his cheeks and unchewed food fell out of his mouth and onto his bib, only to be joined by a line of snot that ran from his nose.

Celia wiped his face with the bottom of his bib and felt some compassion. She stood up and hugged the overgrown baby to her breast until his sobbing subsided. “It’s okay Tommykins, you are being such a good baby, aren’t you? Look at you eating up all your lunch and not complaining about wearing a bib so that clothes will stay nice and clean. And you are so good to go in your nappy so that you don’t mess up your pants or make your lovely highchair messy. You even did a big stinky today didn’t you? You are being sooo good!”

Tommy took little comfort to all these facts, but he did like being cuddled by Celia who had always been quite aloof with him as she never believed he was nearly good enough for her precious daughter Diane. He continued his lunch and by the time he had eaten his sandwiches and yoghurt, his face was a riot of colour and his bib was filthy. He shifted his weight in his high chair and realised that a huge mass of soggy nappy was filling his plastic pants. It was clear that he was wetting himself almost continually and the worrying thing was that he knew nothing about it.