Sissy Room

The last film I watched was Toy Story 5 with my uncle Bruce.

Thanks for being invested Daymare. Fostermom Amazon thinks she is an actual Amazon baby and that petite amazon Becky is her toddler sister. With no other reference to go on and the fact that Heather has been drugged so she is behaving like a baby has reinforced the Fostermom’s incorrect assumptions.   Ivy is still on the scene…. The question as you suggest is when will she make her move?. A good question. How would fostermom Amanda react to finding out that the girl she has been looking after as if she was an Amazon baby is in fact an eighteen year old interdimesnisonal little tourist? Sposies feature in most stories these days, thought it was time to go “old school diapers”. Something recent generations who are now your adults  are unlikely to have experienced themselves. 

Just more furry diapers. 

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Chapter 53 I helped with dinner by chopping some things for the salad. Then after dinner, I helped with the dishes. As I put the last dishes in the washer, Mommy was there, hugging me tight and giving me a kiss. She smiled at me and whispered, “I have a little surprise for my good little boy.” She took my hand, grabbed one of my bottles from the fridge, and led me towards the living room. Surprise? Mommy feeds me a bottle every evening after dinner… Only once I was laying in her lap and her hand reached to check the front of my diaper, did I even seem to notice I hadn’t been wearing pants since my nap. Going around the house in just my diaper and shirt had become second-nature. But her finger tracing the elastic band around one leg… well it made my peepee start to wake up and I spread my legs for her. She stopped and just patted the front of my diaper, gently nudging my caged peepee… That’s another thing… I don’t even think of it as a ‘cock’ anymore… I’m using Mommy’s words… my ‘peepee’. And ‘tinkles’… instead of piss. Slowly changing my very thoughts about things… even the words a little boy should use. In the middle of the second game show, I’d finished my bottle and Mommy was undoing her top. She spoke softly as she guided my head, “Time for baby’s little surprise… now be a good baby… have your milkies.” I latched on and began to suckle, the same as we’ve done for months now. I closed my eyes and relaxed. Then I tasted it… just a little bit. But definitely… I released her nipple and looked up at her, “Mommy??” She was smiling at me and palmed my head, whispering, “Go ahead sweetie… It’s just a little to start with… but it’s all for my baby…” I latched on again and tasted it again. A hint of sweet… rather watery… but definitely milk… MOMMY’S MILK!!!! I felt my heart soaring. I managed to get a few more drops and Mommy quickly helped me shift to her other nipple. She whispered softly, “I noticed some after naptime… started to leak a little. And it’s all for you sweetheart… All for my baby.” I rolled onto my side a little to face her breast more squarely, and she helped me with a pillow to support my head. I could have nursed all night if she had let me. Mommy’s baby… nothing proves it more than her breastfeeding me and gently thumping my thick diaper. Sigh… but it didn’t last long. She only produced a couple swallows from each and then she was gently pushing my mouth away, replacing her nipple with my pacifier. She said tenderly, “It’s not much yet sweetie, but it’s a start.” I took my pacifier and nodded as I cuddled with this wonderful woman. When the shows were over, she gently patted my chest and said, “Now, there’s a movie I wanted to watch, and it’s Saturday night. Why don’t you go play with your gaming friends for a bit.” I sat up and thought about it for a moment. Her gentle way of saying, that’s enough for now. Yeah, she’s having her period and just needs some ‘alone’ time of her own. I got up and started for the upstairs and the playroom, where my gaming system was. As I reached the first step, Mommy called out, “Sweetie… take your pacifier out of your mouth before you log in with your friends.” I blushed a little as I reached up and did as she said. She loves me, knows that I wouldn’t want to have to explain this purple thing in my mouth to my online gaming friends. … I knew my diaper would be off camera, and soon was part of our hunting party, questing and exploring. I lost all track of time and while ‘BladePrincess’ and ‘Gypsythief’ had to call for bathroom breaks, I hardly noticed when my diaper grew warm a couple of times. But when Mommy appeared in the doorway in her nightgown, she said gently, “Sweetie, it’s time to call it a night. It’s after two.” ///// WoodlandWarrior: “Guys, I have to go now.” BladePrincess: “The old ball and chain nagging ya?” WoodlandWarrior: “Yeah, it’s late, and don’t call her that.” GypsyThief: “It’s okay, I know what it’s like. We love our partners” GypsyThief: “Even when they interfere with important stuff like gaming.” BladePrincess: “Want to keep going Thief?” GypsyThief: “Nah… no offence but without at least one healer…” BladePrincess: “Yeah, fair ‘nuff. Besides, I need to pee again. Night all..” WoodlandWarrior:” Good night all… sweet dreams.” ///// I blinked at that last message I typed. Oh well… they probably didn’t even notice. Mommy took my hand. Soon I had a dry diaper, finished my nighttime bottle, and fell asleep with that new taste on my tongue, blissfully happy. … “Who’s Mommy’s little girl!!! Who’s just the CUTEST!!!” I felt Mommy’s finger tickle my toe and I kicked my chubby little legs as I squealed for her. Her face was fuzzy and out of focus at first, but as she leaned closer it became clearer. Pretty black hair that I tried to grab, but my little fingers just clenched in a helpless little fist. I is mommy… I Mommy’s baby… I was drooling and babbling. Not words, just helpless little babbles… but it made Mommy smile. She kissed my tummy and it tickled; my arms and legs flailed about helplessly as I squealed some more. Mommy’s face lifted and smiled at me again. Then she shifted and I couldn’t see her face, but something big and round and warm… and that darker thing… I wanted to put it in my mouth… It was something… Mommy’s voice.. “time for baby to have num nums….” My lips suckled from reflex and I tasted yummy num nums… making me happy and calm… Mommy’s num nums… Fingers gently running through my hair woke me up. I had dreamed I was just an infant, Mommy smiling, breastfeeding me. But I still felt the pressure on my lips. Mommy IS breastfeeding me. She woke me up by placing her nipple in my mouth. “Is my little Tammy awake now? Having your num nums?” I heard her whisper. I nodded gently as I suckled. I felt her hand stroke my hair again, “Mommy let you sleep in, you were up late. But we can’t sleep the day away.” I just relaxed and nursed. It had been a dream, but a wonderful dream. A helpless baby, with Mommy cooing and smiling, gently stimulating me with touches and kisses, then calming me down with her breast. After switching me to her other breast, she finally used her finger to push my lips away, saying gently, “That’s all for now sweetie-pie. I should start making more soon enough.” I must have made a pout because Mommy giggled as she sat up. Then she added, “Now, it’s Sunday so Mommy needs her little helper to help with the chores.” … After breakfast, Mommy picked out my ‘little helper’ outfit with a pair of pink plastic baby pants. Soon I was waddling about the house, helping Mommy. She picked up some dirty dish from the coffee table, no doubt a snack she ate last night, while I went around the room with the duster. Something different, she got out the step stool and set it in the middle of the room. She pointed and said, “Be a good girl for Mommy… see if you can dust off the ceiling fan?” I wasn’t completely steady, but standing on the stool and on my tippy-toes, I managed. As I turned it by hand to do each blade, I heard a giggle. Mommy was smiling and said, “Careful Tammy dear, your baby pants are showing when you reach up like that. Pink certainly IS your color!!!” She knew I’d have to reach, she just wanted me to show off my new baby pants. And she giggled some more when I lowered my arms and blushed. Then she said, “It’s okay sweetie, you look very cute. Now do a good job.” Then she walked away and I slowly raised my arms again to resume. After a moment, I heard one more giggle from the hallway. After she started the laundry, I heard her working in the kitchen. I climbed down and picked up the stool and carried it toward the laundry where it was stored. As I passed the kitchen, Mommy said, “That’s a good girl!! Now, when you put that away it’ll be time for lunch.” Ooo… lunch!! Does that mean some more breastmilk? I hurriedly put things away. But when I returned to the kitchen I froze for a moment. My highchair was pushed up next to the table, the tray resting on the table, waiting for me. Before I could say a word, Mommy’s cheerful voice said, “In you go princess.” I frowned a little as I put my hands on the two arms and lifted myself in. I saw the plastic plate with divided sections each of the three filled with food. She quickly and efficiently slid the tray into place and I heard the ‘snap’ as she locked it. Then she turned towards the counter. With a flourish, she produced what looked at first like a tea-towel. But it was decorated with little animals, baby blocks, and colorful ABC’s. Mommy smiled as she reached and held it under my neck and started to fasten two drawstrings around my neck, saying, “We don’t want little Tammy to make a mess on her pretty dress now do we….” I squirmed in my diaper, something about this made my peepee twitch in its ‘little house’. I’m Mommy’s little girl…. A little baby that needs Mommy to feed me… A little baby still in diapers… Mommy got behind my highchair and with a little shove, I was scooted closer to her chair until the tray bumped against the table. I heard a tiny squeak as her toe locked the wheels. She sat in her chair and with a broad smile on her face announced, “Now, let’s see what we have for Baby Tammy today. Hmm?” She used a small plastic spoon to stir the first division of food. “Oooh…. Tapioca pudding…. Yummy….” It wasn’t bad, but she didn’t give me much time between mouthfuls. I think a couple of times, she deliberately ‘missed’. Bumping the spoon against my chin or cheek, letting some fall onto my bib and then mildly reprimanding, “Now now… mustn’t make a mess sweetie…. Just imagine how messy you would get if Mommy didn’t help…” I blushed when she used the spoon to scrape some food from my chin or cheek, then feeding it to me, “Waste not… want not….” After a few spoons of the pudding, it turned out the green stuff was pureed peas. I don’t mind vegetables, but being the same consistency as the pudding… YUCK!!! After a couple of spoonfuls, I balked. She frowned at me, “Now Tammy… good little girls eat their dindin… Or you’ll sit there until you do.” I felt my lips quiver, but I slowly opened my mouth. As she pushed the green goo into my mouth, “That’s better. Tammy is a GOOD GIRL!!!” The third partition, the red one, turned out to be some sort of cherry puree. Same consistency, but sweeter. A lot easier to swallow. Finally, after I had eaten all three, Mommy put the spoon down on the plate and picked up the corner of my bib to wipe my chin and face, commenting, “Tsk…. Baby girls are such messy eaters sometimes…” Then she picked up my bottle and handed it to me with, “Here you go cutie pie… drink your baba while Mommy takes care of the dishes. Both hands now…” I reached and brought the nipple to my lips and started suckling. That familiar taste of a hint of vanilla. I settled in, suckling while my eyes followed Mommy. She picked up the plate and carried it to the sink. Then she reached for the bread and fixed herself a sandwich. I was still quietly suckling as she sat back down, taking a bite of her own lunch and smiling at me. After she swallowed, she said simple, “You did good Tammy darling. I knew you wouldn’t like all of it, but you did good. Not one little complaint.” I nodded, still sucking on my bottle as she took another bite. After a third, she paused and looked at me. Then asked, “Being my baby girl… trapped in your highchair… it makes your little thingy tingle doesn’t it. Trying to get hard in its little house?” I felt my face flush and ‘that’ muscle clenched, making the blood surge a little in my peepee. Making it tingle and strain a little in my chastity cage. She was quietly staring and the more she stared, the more uncomfortable my peepee became. Then her face broke into a grin as she whispered, “Thought so…. Yeah… Mommy can tell.” I lowered my bottle and was about to say something when she tutted, “Now now… finish your baba.” She brushed a few crumbs from the table in front of her into her hand and stood up. She was wiping her hand into the bin when the doorbell rang. I jumped a little in surprise, but all Mommy said was, “Oh… they’re early.” She wiped her hand one last time and turned, walking towards the door. Early?!?! WHO!?!?! WHO Mommy?!??! Mommy…. Mommy don’t leave me trapped in my… in my highchair!!! I called to her as her footsteps echoed away, “Mommy??....” But instead of answering me, I heard the front door and Mommy’s voice, “HI!!!! I didn’t expect you so soon!!!” A woman’s voice, “Hi there… Yeah, little Mikey here wanted to see a movie later. Hope you don’t mind???” I know that voice... and ‘Mikey’… It was Miss Sarah… Shelly’s mom!!! But… but she said ‘Mikey’ As I was starting to understand, several footsteps were coming closer and Mommy was saying, “Tammy was just finishing her lunch, come in and have a seat.” I pulled my bottle from my lips and twisted, trying to see. I could barely make out Miss Sarah as she came around behind me. Her hand brushed my shoulder as she spoke, “Oooo this is cute! Look Mikey… Tammy has a new highchair!!!” Then she came into full view as she sat down opposite Mommy’s usual seat. The one that I used to sit at before we got my highchair. Then I saw Mikey. His hair wasn’t in pigtails, just hanging around his neck. A polo shirt and long pants. Baggy, I couldn’t really tell, but I’d have bet that he had on a diaper underneath. It was a little weird, seeing that face without seeing ‘Shelly’ in a dress. He sat directly opposite me, between Mommy and Miss Sarah. He gave me a little smile and said, “Hi Tammy. Did you have a nice lunch?” I blushed and kicked my feet as I whimpered, “Mommy….” But trapped in my highchair, Mommy just reached and gently tugged my bottle from my hand. Then I felt the silicon teat of a pacifier as she said, “Here sweetie…. Just sit quietly while the grownups talk.” I accepted it, but then my eyes widened. It didn’t SEEM that much bigger, but it was. In my mouth it went deeper, and it held my tongue down. It reached in so far, I almost felt a gag reflex for a moment, but my other reflex took over and I started sucking on the oversized nipple, making the button-shield bob against my lips. One of those new ones… ‘bigger pacifier for a bigger baby’…. I whimpered a little as Mommy untied my bib. She said something, “Tammy LOVES her bigger pacifier. Keeps her nice and quiet.” Then she seemed to nod towards Miss Sarah, “Is that it? Do you have time to show me how to use it?” Is what… ‘it’? What is she up to now…?? Miss Sarah shifted and removed a strap from her shoulder, setting a case on the table, “Yes, I got it when we were traveling, but you can borrow it for as long as you like.” I stared at it as she unzipped the top and flipped it open. She pulled out some tubing and two strange looking things as she explained, “It’s a little noisy, but these go on your nipples… and the milk goes…” Mommy’s nipples?? But… but they’re for ME!!! But when I jerked to look at Mommy, she was already pulling her top off over her head. She took one of the things and turned it about. “No no… here, let me show you,” Miss Sarah said as she stood up and walked around behind me. I stared as she took the plastic thing from mommy and turned it, then gently pressed it against Mommy’s nipple. She simply commented, “It’s a little tricky getting them both on… then you turn on the machine.” I stared as Mommy’s hand held the first one against her breast as Miss Sarah put the other against Mommy’s other nipple and reached for the case. Then a small thrumming, with a gently, “whirr… click… whirr… click… whirr… click.” Mommy giggled, “Oh… that feels funny… but yeah… I get it now…” Miss Sarah walked behind me again as she sat back down. Miss Sarah spoke while pointing, “If it isn’t enough, you can adjust the strength with that knob.” I watched Mommy reach one hand to the machine and the sound changed a little. Then she said, “Oh yeah… I can feel the difference.” Miss Sarah just pointed and said, “There you go… it’s starting to flow now.” I looked and sure enough. A thin milky liquid started trickling down one of the tubes. A breast pump!?!?! Mommy’s extracting her milk with a breast pump?!?! But I want to suck them… Don’t babies get to…. Mommy was talking, “I just wanted to borrow it for work. We have a room for new mothers to do this sort of thing. I figure besides when I’m home with my baby girl, if I use this at work I’ll make more milk for her.” I felt some relief to hear that. At home, Mommy will still breastfeed me. She just wants it for when she’s at work. I kept staring, that tiny miracle, Mommy’s body creating something for her baby…. For me. My eyes followed a small bit as it trickled down the tube into some sort of collecting jar. Then I saw a drop from the other tube as her other breast started to respond to the rhythmic ‘whirr… click… whirr…click…” “…looked into donating some when I was traveling for a week. I didn’t want to dry up,” Miss Sarah was talking. She went on, “And believe me, if you’re on a schedule with your baby… you’ll know when you need to nurse little Tammy.” Then she winked at Mikey and added, “But little Mikey here is more than happy to oblige, any time I…. Oh shoot!!!” Mommy looked up and asked, “What? Is something wrong?” She looked down at the suction cups attached to herself for a moment. When I looked back, Miss Sarah had her hands on her own breasts and asking, “Would you mind? All this talk and watching you… I’m starting to leak some. Would it be okay if Mikey…?” I looked at Mikey now and his face was bright red. He squirmed a little in his chair. Mommy stared for a moment and then said, “oh.. . OH!!! No of course not!! Go right ahead!!” Miss Sarah simply whispered, “Thanks…. Mikey? Come around here… Milkies time…” I watched as Miss Sarah undid her top and her nursing bra had two dark spots, one covering each nipple where apparently her nipples were leaking. She unashamedly unclipped one cup and for the first time in perhaps a year, I saw a woman’s breast other than Mommy’s. There was a drop of white forming and I watched as Mikey got down on his knees. Then I couldn’t see Miss Sarah’s nipple any more as Mikey latched to her. Miss Sarah’s hand gently cradled his head and she kisses his long hair, whispering, “Good boy….” The room was silent for a few seconds, nothing but the ‘whirr…click’ sound as the breast pump continued. My mouth filled with my new pacifier, I suckled quietly as I watched Mikey have something I longed so badly for. Mommy whispered, “It seems so…. Wonderful….” Miss Sarah nodded and smiled, adding, “It is… having a little one… knowing how much they depend on us…. That we nurture and care for them…” I looked over at Mommy and whimpered, sucking on my pacifier while that machine did what I so desperately wanted to do right now. I kicked my foot and grabbed at the tray that had me trapped. Mommy smiled at me and whispered, “Later sweetie… Mommy needs to be able to use this at times when my little girl isn’t able to suckle.” I felt myself pouting, nothing but my pacifier to console me. Then I heard a different sound. Coming from Miss Sarah. Or was it Mikey…. I looked and stared for a moment. She was gently kissing his head and whispered something in his ear. He whined and the noise stopped. Mommy spoke up, “Oh go ahead, let him play with his peepee if he wants.” Miss Sarah looked across at Mommy, “Are you sure? It’s just that… well you know… sucking on my tit always gets him…” Mommy interrupted, “Oh sure. I take it he’s not wearing his little house today?” When I turned back to look at Miss Sarah, she was talking softly to Mikey, “Go ahead darling, it’s not cheating if Mommy is with you.” The effect was almost immediate. Mikey’s hand disappeared in between his legs and he clear was starting to play with himself. Then Miss Sarah spoke to Mommy, “No… he likes to wear it when little Shelly. Or for when Sammy visits. But we’ve agreed he doesn’t need to wear it when with me. If he has an accident and squirts in his diaper when with me, it doesn’t count as cheating.” Then she looked at me, “How about you Tammy? Are you wearing yours today? You let your Mommy put your dinky in it to keep you safe?” I was whimpering a bit, all this talk had made my peepee start to strain and the more it strained against my cage, the more it wanted out. Mommy answered for me, “Oh no… I never put it on her. She does THAT all by herself. You put Mikey’s on sometimes?” Miss Sarah nodded, “Sometimes. A couple times when I couldn’t get it to fit because…. You know. I found a good couple of slaps with my hand… makes it fit easily.” She smiled down at Mikey as he kept sucking and playing. When she added, “Isn’t that right sugarplum? Or a good spanking…” Mikey squirmed and nodded once. But then I think he undid the front of his pants, they seemed to drop a little and then the noise of his diaper crinkling got louder as he started playing with his peepee again. Mommy’s voice got my attention as she spoke, “Little Tommy and I have an agreement. He decides when to put it on…. But I decide when it comes off. And since he put it on yesterday… Well… I haven’t decided to let him out yet. Isn’t that right Tammy darling?” I whined, my peepee was very unhappy. Mommy’s talking with this other woman about my very manhood as if talking about the price of celery. And the more my peepee strained, the more my muscle clenched, the more it tried to get hard and strained in its little house. They didn’t speak for a moment. The sounds of ‘whirr…click’ and Mikey’s diaper filled the silence. I heard Miss Sarah start to say something, my head jerked to look directly at her, “Well that sounds like a happy arrangement. Funny though…. How little boys are so willing to lock up their favorite toy…” The conversation must have been having an effect on Mikey. Or as Shelly had once told me, he’s ‘terribly quick’. Because all of a sudden, everyone turned to look at him as he let out a whine and his body seemed to stiffen. Miss Sarah held his head to her breast as she spoke softly, “That’s a good boy… get all those ickies out…. Then we can go see your movie….” It’s NOT FAIR!!!! He… he just… and … And is breastfeeding and I… I… I spit out my pacifier and started crying. “Mommy…. Mommy it’s not fair…. Please?!?!?! Please Mommy!!!! IT’S NOT FAIR!!!!!” Mommy was still attached to the machine, but she managed to bend and pick up my pacifier. She looked at me with a stern frown as she pushed it back in my mouth. All she said was, “One more outburst like that Tammy… And you’ll be taking your nap with a sore bottom.” I whined but sucked on the huge thing anyway. Miss Sarah whispered, “Other one now sweetie… Drink up…” I looked and she was guiding Mikey to her other nipple. Mommy reached for the machine and the noise stopped. She said to Miss Sarah, “It does start to hurt after a while.” Miss Sarah inquired, “how much is in the jar?” Mommy lifted the jar to eye level to read the markings, “Sigh… only two and a half ounces.” “Don’t worry, you’ll get there. Even actual babies don’t need much at first,“ was Miss Sarah’s reply. Then she nodded, as she added, “It’ll keep for almost a day in the fridge. Just remember to rinse out the machine each time.” I watched as Mommy detached herself, covered up her beautiful breasts again and got up. She puttered about with the jar and tubing, pouring her milk into one of my clean bottles, rinsing the tubing and suction cups. When Mikey stood up, I turned to look and Miss Sara had fastened up her top again. “Well, we really need to be going. Call me anytime if you need anything,” she said as she stood up. Then she leaned over me and kissed my hair, “See you later Tammy. Be good now for your mommy.” She took Mikey’s hand, simply saying, “Come along sweetie. We need to get a move on if we’re going to catch the matinee. Carole dear, we can see ourselves out.” Mommy stood in the kitchen and waved, “Bye you two… And thanks again Sarah.” When we heard the front door close, Mommy turned and stared at me. Then she walked to me and gripped my chin, not too lightly and lifted so she could stare into my eyes, “What was THAT all about? You know our agreement.” I wasn’t so sure of myself now. Looking up at that frowning face, I felt a little scared. In fact I felt so scared that I suddenly felt myself wetting my diaper. It wasn’t a trickle, it was a full-blown flood. I tried to defend my behavior, “It… it’s just that Mikey… and… and he got to and he didn’t have to wear a dress… He.. he gets to be let out and… and I…” My voice trailed off, knowing my position was a weak one. She let go of my chin and reached under the tray. As she set the tray on the table next to the machine, she was short and curt, “Stand up.” Then she took my hand and turned, adding, “Come with me Missy.” It was a short trip, just around the end of the counter. She spun me around and I knew what was going to happen. I pleaded, “No please Mommy…. I’ll be good…. I’m sorry…” I heard the drawer open. She didn’t want to take the time to go upstairs to get my paddle. Her hand shoved the middle of my back and my hands shot out to grip the other side of the counter as I bent over it. As she pushed my dress up and tugged at the waistband of my plastic pants and diaper together, she scolded, “I’ve told you many times….” WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! “YOU put it on!!! Not me!!!” WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! I cried out, “OWWWW!!! I’m SORRY!!!! I… I know… I… I know….” “Well apparently not. Yelling and carrying on like that in front of company….” WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! I knew better than to reach behind, but my foot stomped as I tried to wriggle away from that wooden spoon!!! “Who decides when it comes off?” WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! “YOU DO!!! Mommy decides… WAHHH!!! WAHHH!!! Mommy!!!!” WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! “That’s right! And it’s NOT going to be today!! Not after THAT OUTBURST!!!” WHACK!!! I heard the clatter of the spoon on the counter. Then there wasn’t any sound other than my sniveling and runny nose. But I didn’t move. I knew better than to cross her right now. Then I felt the two tender kisses, and she tugged at my diaper and plastic pants, restoring them over my now burning bottom without saying a word. My peepee completely forgotten as it was now just a nub in it’s little house. A hand reached for my arm as she whispered, “Stand up sweetie.” She turned me around and wiped the tears from my cheeks with her thumbs as she held my face in her hands. She hugged me tight for a moment. I hugged her back. Then she took my hand and turned towards the front room saying softly, “Time for Tammy to have a nap.” To Be Continued