The further adventures of Baby Bobby by Baby Bobby

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The further adventures of Baby Bobby-the Strict Nanny, pt 8

Author: Baby Bobby, Feb/2/2004 15:33:04 [-04]



While Bobby napped, I had some time to myself before Dixie would be getting home from work. I'd catch up on laundry (you'd be surprised how much a diaper wetting sissy makes!) or do whatever for the next two hours.

I went back into Bobby's nursery today at 5:30 pm, same time as usual, to wake him up from his nap. A squeeze of his thickly diapered bottom revealed that he was only somewhat wet and could wait to get a change. I took him out of his crib and led him into the living room, placing him in his playpen to play with his Legos. Bobby's life isn't exactly the most exciting although it's probably comparable to that of any diapered toddler. It's an endless procession of diaper changes, baby food, humiliation, naps, wet diapers and spankings.

About an hour later, I prepared his dinner, today made up of Spagetti-Os and mashed peas, to be washed down by a big baby bottle of tepid formula. After I'd secured him once again into his highchair, Dixie came home, looking ravishing, as always. She was dressed in an elegant suit and skirt, the latter riding smartly over her knees. She wore dark silky hose and black high heeled sandals whose sexy effect were not lost on Bobby. With Spagetti-Os spilling out of his mouth, he stared openly at the sheer white top under her business like suit jacket. If one were to stare as hard as Bobby was doing, they would see the lace of her size 38DD bra underneath the thin fabric of her low cut top. His mouth gaped open when she removed her jacket, her big breasts arching forward prominently as she slipped it off and threw it on the back of the couch.

"Hi Tiff, how's it going today?" she asked in greeting, ignoring her sex crazed husband/baby.

"Going great," I replied, "is that a new skirt? I haven't seen that one yet."

"Yes do you like it?" she said twirling around on her high heels to show the snug fit against her shapely derriere, "I got it at Nordstrom's last week."

"Va-va-voom," I said admiringly, "very sexy. I like the slit along the sides."

"Me too, it shows off just the right amount of thigh, don't you think?" she asked.

"Oh yes, very nice," I told her.

She reached back to undo her hair which was held up in an elaborate pile and let it fall about her shoulders. Bobby's eyes were riveted to her incredibly perfect bustline, made all the more ample when her arms reached up behind her. Shaking her head, her blonde tresses cascaded down to the level of her lower bra strap, her magnificent hair still full in body and shape.

Walking into the kitchen, she poured herself a glass of wine while still ignoring Bobby. We made small talk while she told me about work, her friends, and her hunky boyfriend, John, who would be over within the hour. Cradling her wine glass delicately in her immaculately manicured hands, she strode over to Bobby, who was still securely strapped into his highchair.

"So...looks like you'll have a job to do before bed," she remarked caustically, "I'm sure he'll be horny when he gets here."

Bobby gulped but he knew better than to argue with his mommy.

"Is he wet?" she asked me as she picked up his big bottle and pushed its rubber teat into his mouth forcing him to drink the hated liquid.

"When I woke him from his nap, he was only damp but he's probably soaked by now," I replied.

"How 'bout it Champ?" Dixie said teasingly, as she bent over to give him a close up of her substantial cleavage, "did mommy's little baby wet his diapers again?"

With a big bottle pressed against his lips, all he could do was nod his head and whimper but he chewed desperately on the rubber nipple as his forward view was filled with two curvy breasts.

"I'll change him before bedtime, I'm sure he's quite accustomed to the feel of wet diapers by now," I remarked.

We both laughed at his expense and then Dixie left to get changed for dinner. As for Bobby's, I quickly shovelled the rest of into his mouth, splattering noodles and mashed peas all over his face and bib.

"Come on, drink up," I said impatiently as I coaxed the half full bottle back up to his lips. He blanched at the bland formula but forced himself to swallow it regardless.

Just then, John walked in the door, filling the room with his masculine presence. It never ceased to amaze me how different two men could be. Frankly, it was hard to believe that they were of the same gender. Whereas John was 6' 2'' and 230 pounds of toned muscular majesty, Bobby was an effeminate, 140 pound weakling who would be lost without his diapers and plastic panties. John exuded a manly aura about him that would make any woman wet between her legs and I envied Dixie for having found him. Striding across the room, he swept over and gave me a peck on the cheek, his subtle cologne surrounding me and making my heart skip a beat.

"Hi ya Tiff!" he greeted me exuberantly, "how ya been?"

We talked briefly and he told me of the fancy restaurant that he was taking Dixie to tonight, a posh place downtown known for it's upper crust clientele.

"But first, I've got a little business to take care of," he said huskily as he eyed Bobby. The sissy wilted under his stare and looked away hoping he could escape what was about to happen.

"Well, let me just get him unstrapped here and he'll be all yours," I said eagerly.

I undid the velcro straps restraining Bobby's arms and stood him up, slapping his diapered butt to send him on his way.

"B-b-b-but-" he whimpered pathetically as John gripped him by the wrist and forcefully pulled him along towards the nursery.

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The Further adventures of Baby Bobby-the Strict Nanny, pt 9

Author: Baby Bobby, Feb/5/2004 12:48:01 [-04]



"Time for dessert Bobby," I called after him, my laughter echoing in his ears as he stumbled along behind John. We went into the other room and John busied himself, unbuckling his belt and dropping his pants where they fell in a ring around his ankles. I pushed Bobby down on his knees where John's coc-k was already growing hard before his face. John's hands stroked it briefly, just enough to bring it to its full erect glory of ten inches. It was a massive thing of beauty, a battering ram that made me want to push Bobby aside and put it in my own mouth but that job was reserved for our little sissy.

With a sob of resignation, he licked his lips, opened his mouth and lowered himself over John's massive coc-k. The latter let out a moan of relief and he changed his stance, spreading his legs slightly apart to prepare for his blowjob. Bobby's head began bobbing up and down, his cheeks spread wide to accomodate the huge flagpole sliding in and out of his mouth. He used his tongue skillfully, as he had so many times before, to caress the sensitive underside of John's manhood, which caused Dixie's boyfriend to breathe deeply. He grasped Bobby's head and began thrusting his big coc-k down the sissy's throat, pumping it forcefully and deeply. Occasionally, Bobby choked as John's gargantuan head pushed against the back of his mouth, forcing every possible inch past the diaper clad sissy's lips. This was right where he belonged; on his knees satisfying a man's coc-k like the little diaper boy that he was.

After about five minutes, I watched as John's eyes screwed shut and he came with great enthusiasm. His firm, muscular buns flexed as he thrust his pelvis forward, grabbing Bobby's pigtails to hold his head in place while he pumped load after load of jizz into the trapped sissy's mouth. He jammed his coc-k down Bobby's throat and held it there, emptying large quantities of warm creamy semen into the sissy's mouth while he continued to moan loudly. Bobby did his best to swallow the warm creamy loads, the c-um seemingly endless but it was too much, even for an experienced coc-ksuc-ker like him. The excess dribbled down his chin while he suc-ked feverishly on the giant pole in his mouth. While John eased his saliva covered coc-k out of Bobby's mouth, the sissy licked and slurped at it, making sure to get every drop of semen that was still dribbling out of the head. He knew very well that failure to lick up every bit of it would result in an immediate trip over my lap to have his bottom paddled.

While Bobby reluctantly licked the excess c-um that had dribbled down his chin, John was zipping up his pants and recomposing himself.

"Ahh..Now I'm good to go until later on tonight. Thanks Sport!'' he said good naturedly.

Bobby didn't reply so I stuffed his pacifier back into his mouth.

"Well, it's still a little early, but I'm going to get our little sissy ready for bed,'' I told him as I led him over to the changing table, ''come along Bobby, it's beddie-bye time.''

The oversized baby spit out his pacifier in angry protest.

'But I still have over a half an hour!'' he spluttered in frustration.

I put my hands on my hips and thrust out my imposing chest, towering over the diapered weakling.

"Just for that little outburst, you can go to bed early for the rest of the week, too!'' I told him emphatically.

"But it's not fair!'' he complained bitterly, ''it's not fair!'' He shook his bunched fists and stomped his feet in frustration.

"Young man. You are THIS close,'' I said almost touching my index finger and thumb together, ''to getting put over my lap to get your bottom spanked. Is that what you need?''

Afraid to answer me directly, he huffed and puffed and thrust his lower lip out in his all too familiar pout.

"Good. Because the next time you backsass me, I won't warn you again, I'll just pull those diapers down and put you over my knee,'' I told him firmly.

Taking the rubber dil-do/pacifier that was still hanging from his neck, I stuffed it back into his mouth forcefully and then began peeling his clinging plastic panties off his diapers. The thick cloth sagged from its weight and the familiar smell of pee filled the air as he sullenly stepped out of the panties I had gathered at his ankles. Crushed with defeat, he lowered himself on to the changing table, where he landed with a squish and I busied myself unpinning his saturated diapers. Pulling them out from under him, I tossed them into the diaper pail and grabbed a fresh batch from under the table.

"This is just like when your momma used to change your diapers, isn't it?'' I said as I took a four finger scoop of diaper rash cream and began rubbing it into his bottom.

''Now...how long ago was that? Two years ago? I guess some little boys just never grow out of their diapers do they?''

Bobby suc-ked on his pacifier in embarrassment while I gave him a thorough dusting of baby powder. A cloud rose around his hips as I gathered the thick layers of his diaper, tucked them in around his legs, and pulled them up and over his crotch. With his two big pink pins, I pushed them through and snicked them closed, securing him for the rest of the night.

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The further adventures of Baby Bobby-the Strict Nanny, The End

Author: Baby Bobby, Feb/9/2004 15:54:05 [-04]



Just then, Dixie strode into the room, wearing a pair of high cut french panties, beige stockings, her five inch stilletto heels, and a white lace bustier that pushed her breasts up into two glorious half moons.

"Hey Tiff, can you help me with my stockings, I always have a hard time fastening the back straps,'' she asked me.

"Sure, I was just getting Bobby ready for bed,'' I replied.

I could see the sissy ogling Dixie's fabulous body hungrily and I noted a slight bulge in the front of his diapers.

"Thanks for the help,'' she said as she put her slim hands on her curvy hips, ''I'd get John to do it but he's in the shower getting ready to go.''

"No problem,'' I assured her, ''I like the seams on the back of these,'' I told her as I fastened them to the looped hook connectors from her garter belt.

"Me too. Are they straight?'' she asked.

"Yes, they're fine,'' I told her. I was so busy with the job at hand, that I had momentarily forgotten about Bobby. When I caught some movement out of the corner of my eye, my senses were instantly alerted. Bobby thought he had his own live version of a Playboy video being enacted before him, and his hands were reaching over to stroke himself through his diapers.

"Don't you even THINK about it!'' I warned him harshly.

He just about jumped in fright at my outburst but he was suc-king so desperately on his pacifier, I thought he would swallow it. He gazed pleadingly at Dixie, hoping frantically she would have mercy on his aching balls. She looked down at him where he was laying on the changing table as if noticing him for the first time.

"Aww, does my poor little baby want something, hmm?'' she asked her voice filled with apparent concern.

Bobby shook his head vigorously.

"Is mommy's little baby horny?'' she asked as she bent over to look down at him. Resting her hands on her knees, her generous breasts hung before him, creating a maddeningly deep cleavage. Her long blonde curls spilled over her bare shoulder on one side and threatened to sweep over the sissy's face which was nodding like a starved man's in response to her question.

"Did you do a good job of swallowing John's c-um?'' she inquired.

Again, he nodded his head eagerly.

"And have you been a good boy today?''

"Mm-hm! Mm-hm!'' he said excitedly through the thick rubber phallus filling his mouth. His eyes were glued on Dixie's two breasts that were swinging ever so gently before him. They swelled out of the top of her bustier in the most erotic manner like two ripe melons waiting to be suc-kled. I knew Bobby's little pecker was straining mightily within its babyish prison.

"Mommy's baby likes wearing diapers, doesn't he?" she said tauntingly.

By now, Bobby would have agreed to sell his mother if he thought that would get him an orgasm so he nodded enthusiastically to her question.

"And you like wearing pretty plastic panties too, don't you?" she continued.

Again he shook his head feverishly as his eyes remained glued to her exciting breasts.

"Well. I have just the thing for a big sissy like you," she said as she reached down below his field of vision.

In his frenzied state, he fidgeted excitedly in anticipation at his impending orgasm. Maybe she was reaching for some baby lotion in which she'd stroke his little member while he gazed at her sexy bosum. His hands clenched and unclenched within his mittens as he waited impatiently for her to produce the instrument of his coming exctasy.

"Here you go!" she said brightly, as she held forth a ruffle lined pair of pink plastic nursery print panties, "just the thing for a big sissy who wets his diapers."

Bobby's pacifier almost fell out of his mouth as he stared incredulously at Dixie. In one instant, his facial expression changed from one of excited joy, to shock and despair.

Gathering the leg openings together, she pulled them over his feet which were hanging limp over the side of the changing table. Bobby whimpered behind his pacifier as Dixie slowly and teasingly inched the panties up his hairless thighs. Tears of frustration filled his eyes as he meakly lifted his bottom to allow her to pull the panties over the thick bulk of his nightime diapers, eliminating any possibility of an orgasm for the poor sissy.

"There...now doesn't that make mommy's baby happy? Now you're all safe and secure for the night. And while John and I are enjoying a fabulous meal out on the town, you can enjoy your nice, soft diapers while you cuddle with your teddy bear in your crib. Doesn't that sound wonderful?" she teased him mercilessly.

Bobby sobbed miserably while she untied his shoes and gave him a hug. While she pressed his face to her overflowing chest, he drank in her perfume, even as his tears trickled down her cleavage.

"There, there, Baby," she said soothingly, "maybe if you're a good boy tomorrow, Mommy will get out her strap-on and teach you a thing or two."

Bobby knew that was a promise with mixed blessings so he said nothing while he accepted the teddy bear given to him as Dixie helped him into his crib. Soon, the lights were turned out and the incontinent sissy was left to himself for another long night in the nursery.

And it was only 6:15!





THE END