Baby Talk

Boiled dogs don't really do it for me.   If you're going to go that route, you might as well just throw them in the microwave. I like to broil or fry mine.

Well that was abrupt,I thought they'd slow play it a bit longer.

yes i think its embassement   not  shame  maybe humuation   but it makes sense  

Chapter 10 – Becky’s Punishment   Before Becky could speak, my Auntie began the line of questioning. ‘Am I hearing this correctly?’ she asked, ‘have you been humiliating and teasing your cousin?’ ‘I was only joking around’, Becky said whilst desperately trying to defend herself. ‘I have to admit’, added my mother, ‘I thought it was a bit odd when Jamie and Leo suddenly decided they wanted to be girls’. ‘I didn’t think they’d actually go along with it’, Becky replied with tears in her eyes. ‘Oh, so I suppose it’s their fault, is it?’ my Auntie asked now starting to lose her patience. ‘No…I mean…erm’ Becky began to stutter. ‘You’ve had us putting dresses on them every day and we were all fooled into calling them Amy and Lucy’, my Auntie continued, ‘we’ve been unintentionally humiliating the boys because of your lies’. ‘They could have said something’, Becky argued. ‘They haven’t said anything because the poor boys are terrified of you by the sounds of it’, said my mother. I remained silent in the crib listening to every word. ‘What were you thinking?’ added my Auntie, ‘buying those pink princess diapers, so you could humiliate them more?’ Becky was now gently sobbing, ‘I’m sorry. I’ll get rid of them’. ‘Oh no you won’t young lady’, my Auntie replied, ‘I wouldn’t want them to go to waste. There are still 49 diapers left in that pack’. ‘I don’t think the boys will be wanting to wear pink diapers though’, my mother said. ‘Don’t worry’, my Auntie smiled, ‘they won’t be the ones wearing them’. Becky’s eyes suddenly widened in fear. ‘What do you mean?’ she asked nervously. ‘Well since you’ve put your cousin and his friend through all of this embarrassment, I think it’s only fair that you get a taste of your own medicine’, said my Auntie. Becky began shedding a few tears, ‘you don’t mean…’ ‘Oh yes’, grinned my Auntie, ‘you’re going to wear every last one of those diapers. Maybe by the time you’ve used them all, you’ll finally understand how your cousin feels’. ‘No, please’, begged Becky, ‘anything but that. I’m sorry’. My Auntie turned to my mother, ‘you might want to take Jamie downstairs. This next part could be quite messy’. My mother nodded and walked over to the crib. To my surprise, she lifted me out of the crib and held me in her arms. Rather than putting me down she carried me out of the bedroom. As I looked over my mother’s shoulder, the last thing I saw was the look of horror on Becky’s face as my Auntie pulled out one of the pink diapers. I had a sneaky feel that the next time I saw Becky, she would look very different.   As we entered the living room, my mother continued to hold me. ‘I’m so sorry pumpkin’, she apologised, ‘I had no idea that she was doing all of those horrible things to you’. ‘It’s ok’, I replied. ‘No, it’s not’, replied my mother gently sobbing, ‘I can’t believe that I fell for her lies. I trusted her over my own son. We even laughed at you when she put makeup on your face. That must have been horrible for you. What kind of mother am I?’ I hugged her tightly and whispered gently into her ear, ‘you’re the best Mummy a baby could ever ask for’. She looked at me before smiling, I love you baby’. ‘I love you too Mummy’, I smiled back. Just then, Leo and his mother entered from the kitchen where Leo had been having his lunch. ‘What’s going on?’ Leo’s mother asked curiously. My mother put me down before explaining the whole story to her. Leo backed up the story. His mother stood there in shock. ‘I can’t believe that she would do that’, she gasped, ‘she seemed so lovely’. ‘She can be very convincing apparently’, replied my mother. The four of us sat down on the sofa and watched TV. Our mothers held us both tightly in their arms and I finally felt a wave of relaxation wash over me. We heard a bit of commotion coming from upstairs. It sounded like Becky was screaming and crying. I looked up at my mother who ignored it and turned the TV up a little louder to drown out the noise. After a short while, we heard the bedroom door open followed by footsteps on the staircase. My Auntie entered the room. ‘Hi everyone’, said my Auntie, ‘I’d like to introduce you all to someone’. My mother turned off the TV and the four of us waited in anticipation. ‘Say hello to baby Becky’, my Auntie smiled before stepping aside. Me, Leo and our mothers sat there with our mouths open in surprise as Becky walked in. At first, I didn’t recognise my cousin. All I saw was a very cute baby girl. She was wearing the ballerina dress that Becky had intended for me to wear. As I suspected, it barely covered anything from her waist down. Under the ballerina dress was a thick pink diaper with a picture of Snow White on the front. My eyes couldn’t quite believe that my cousin was wearing a diaper. Her hair had been put into pigtails and in her mouth was my ‘Little Princess’ pacifier which seemed to suit her a lot more than it did me. It was obvious that she had been crying. ‘Do you have something that you want to say?’ my Auntie asked her. ‘I’m sowwy’, Becky gurgled through the pacifier. Everyone was still in shock at my cousin’s new transformation. Eventually, Leo’s mother spoke up. ‘Thank you for apologising Becky’, she said, ‘you look very adorable’. ‘Fankyou’, Becky replied whilst getting used to the pacifier in her mouth. My mother smiled, ‘it’s ok sweetheart, you’ll soon get used to wearing your diapers’. ‘I’m sure she’s glad about the extra padding, replied my Auntie, ‘Becky has a very sore bottom underneath her diaper’. Becky blushed and stared at the floor. It was a very strange feeling. Despite everything that she had put us through, I almost felt sorry for Becky as I watched her trying her hardest to fight back the tears. Leo, Becky and I were all instructed to sit on the floor where some baby toys were placed down for us all. As we sat down, I noticed Becky desperately attempting to cover up her diaper. I smiled to myself knowing that it wouldn’t take long before she was used to being seen in a diaper. Me and Leo were used to playing with rattles and baby blocks but Becky seemed very unimpressed by it all. ‘Why do I have to play with these?’ asked Becky taking out her pacifier. ‘Because that’s what babies play with’, replied my Auntie putting the pacifier back into her mouth, ‘now play nicely with your cousin’. Becky began hazily pushing a few stuffed toys around whilst quietly sulking to herself. I thought about offering to play with her but realised it would be best to leave her alone for now. For the rest of the afternoon, we continued playing with the baby toys and Becky even did a little bit of colouring. Eventually my Auntie announced that it was time for dinner. Of course, Becky was told to sit in the highchair first. ‘I don’t wanna sit in the highchair’, she complained. ‘Well, it’s either that or another spanking before bed time’, my Auntie replied sternly. Becky quickly went quiet and reluctantly allowed my Auntie to help her into the highchair. As a bib was tied around her neck, Leo and I continued playing with our toys whilst Becky was fed her dinner. ‘I bet you boys will be glad to get out of those dresses and start wearing your own clothes again’, said Leo’s Mum. ‘I’m sure Becky could use them’, added my mother. Leo and I looked at each and began to feel a little uncomfortable. ‘Is everything alright?’ asked Leo’s mother as she noticed our expressions. The two of us stayed silent for a few more seconds before Leo gave a silent nod of agreement to me and I decided to confess on our behalf. ‘Well it’s just…we don’t mind being baby girls’, I stammered. Our mothers looked confused. ‘You mean…you both enjoy wearing those dresses?’ asked my mother. ‘I know it sounds odd’, I replied awkwardly, ‘but the dress feels so soft and silky. I kind of prefer it to my other clothes. Our mothers remained in shock. ‘And what about you Leo?’ asked his mother, ‘do you feel the same way?’ Leo hesitated for a second before answering, ‘I found it a little strange at first but the more time I’ve spent being a girl, the more I’ve learnt to love it’. He looked at me and we both smiled. It was a great feeling to know that we both felt the same. ‘And besides’, added Leo, ‘I’ve kind of got used to being called Lucy’. After a slight pause, my mother spoke, ‘well if that’s honestly how you both feel, then I guess you can continue being baby girls’. Our mothers smiled at us both, ‘looks like Amy and Lucy are here to stay’, giggled Leo’s mother. After a little while, my Auntie walked into the living room to tell us that Becky was just finishing her bottle of juice and then it would be our turn to have dinner. Leo (or should that be Lucy?) offered to let me go first. As my mother and I walked into the kitchen with my Auntie, Becky had just finished her bottle. ‘Can I get out now?’ Becky begged. ‘Not just yet’, my Auntie replied. ‘But I’ve finished my juice’, Becky complained. ‘Precisely’, said my Auntie, ‘and what do babies do after they’ve finished their bottles?’ Becky shrugged her shoulders in confusion. ‘They burp’, my Auntie smiled. Becky looked horrified, ‘I don’t need to burp’. She suddenly looked very vulnerable as all eyes were now on her. ‘Stop being silly Becky’, my Auntie continued, ‘do a burp for the grown-ups please’.  My Auntie went over and began to rub Becky’s back. ‘That’s it sweetie, you can do it’, my Auntie said, encouraging her. ‘I don’t need to burp’, Becky repeated whilst frantically trying to avoid my Aunties hand rubbing her back. As she continued to fidget in the highchair, Becky suddenly surprised herself as she let out a big burp. Her face instantly turned red with embarrassment. ‘Good girl Becky’, my Auntie cooed, ‘that wasn’t so difficult, was it?’ As promised, Becky was let out of the highchair and I took her place. My Auntie left us to it and my mother began feeding me my dinner. Whilst eating, I couldn’t help but think about Becky’s situation. On the one hand I was pleased that she was finally getting punished for everything that she had done to me and Leo. On the other hand, I felt sorry for her and wanted to help her adjust to her new lifestyle. By the time I had finished dinner, it was already 6:30pm which was my bath time. As per usual, my mother took me upstairs into the bathroom and began running my bath whilst she removed my dress. ‘Oh my goodness Amy’, exclaimed my mother, ‘you’re absolutely soaked’. As I looked down at my diaper, I realised what she was talking about. During all of the excitement over the Becky situation, I hadn’t even realised that I had wet my diaper. My mother barely had to undo the tapes as the heavy diaper slowing began sagging before quickly falling to the floor with a wet squelch. She then helped me into the bath. As the warm bath water began to splash against me, I instantly felt calm and relaxed. I sat quietly in the bathtub whilst my mother began washing me. During this time, I looked around the bathroom and saw the toilet sitting in the corner. I began to wonder how long it would be before I was actually able to use the toilet again. It almost felt like a foreign concept at this point. From the state of my sodden diaper, I knew that I was a long way off from using the toilet again, not that I minded. After my bath, my mother helped me out of the bathtub before wrapping a towel around me. As we walked out of the bathroom, we bumped into Leo, his mother and my Auntie who were having a chat just outside our bedroom. My Auntie spotted us. ‘Ooh hello you two’, she said, ‘I was just saying that I hope it’s okay, but Becky is going to be borrowing the crib for a few nights’. ‘That’s ok with me Auntie’, I replied shrugging my shoulders. ‘It means that one of you will have to sleep in Becky’s bedroom for the time being’, my Auntie continued. ‘I don’t mind sleeping in there’, said Leo who was more than happy to keep his distance from Becky. ‘It’s a little bit girly’, my Auntie informed him. Leo’s mother smiled, ‘I don’t think he’ll mind too much’. My Auntie looked puzzled. ‘I’ll tell you later’, said Leo’s mother winking at her. My Auntie took Leo and his mother into his new room whilst my mother took me into my bedroom. As we walked in, I instantly saw Becky inside of the crib. She was lying down and had her back turned to us but it was still shocking to see my cousin in a crib. My mother put her finger to her lips. ‘Shh Amy’ she whispered, ‘we’d best not disturb Becky’. What followed was quite possibly the quietest diaper change I’d ever had. I lay down whilst my mother began applying a fresh diaper. Throughout it all I couldn’t take my eyes off the crib. I couldn’t quite tell if Becky was asleep or not. After being diapered, my mother led me over to the spare bed and tucked me in. I was slightly jealous that Becky was using the crib but decided not to dwell on it. ‘Night night Amy’, whispered my mother as she kissed me on the forehead. ‘Night night Mummy’, I whispered back. A pacifier was placed into my mouth that I gently began to suck on whilst my mother turned out the light and left the room. As it was only 7:30pm, there was still plenty of light coming in from outside and I had a clear view of Becky laying in the crib. After a few minutes, I began to hear her quietly sobbing. ‘Are you awake Becky?’ I whispered, ‘is everything ok?’ ‘Leave me alone’, she quickly snapped back, ‘this is all your fault’. ‘What do you mean?’ I asked feeling slightly confused. She rolled over to face me. Her eyes were slightly puffy and it was clear that she had been crying again. ‘It’s your fault’, she repeated, ‘if you hadn’t of turned up here wearing diapers like a big baby then none of this would ever have happened’. ‘I don’t think it was my fault that you got put back in diapers’, I replied. ‘Well, whose fault is it then?’ she asked. I rolled my eyes and decided not to answer. I had learnt not to argue with Becky as she always had a way of blaming other people. ‘Why are they still calling you ‘Amy’ anyway?’ she asked. I shrugged my shoulders, ‘I’ve grown to like it. Being a girl isn’t too bad’ Becky shook her head, ‘just when I thought you couldn’t get any weirder. I mean the diaper thing is weird enough’. ‘Diapers aren’t so bad’, I assured her. ‘Well, I’m wearing one and I can confirm that they suck’, Becky replied. ‘You can’t deny that they’re comfy though’, I argued. Becky was silent for a moment before responding. ‘Well…it’s only because…you know…they’ve got all this padding’, she replied patting her diaper. ‘So, you agree that they are comfy?’ I asked intrigued.  Becky glared at me, ‘I know what you’re trying to do’. ‘What?’ I replied. ‘You’re trying to turn me into some kind of weird diaper lover like you’, she argued, ‘but it’s not going to work’. ‘Whatever’, I said and began to rest my eyes. For a few minutes, the room was silent before I heard Becky shuffling about in the crib. ‘You good?’ I asked her. ‘No, I’m not’, she replied, ‘how am I expected to go to sleep so early? This is ridiculous’. ‘Try using your pacifier’, I suggested. ‘I don’t think so’, scoffed Becky, ‘I’m not a baby’. ‘I’m being serious’, I replied, ‘it worked for Leo and it always helps me nod off’. Becky paused for a moment before responding. ‘Really?’ she asked. ‘Yeah, it’s easy’, I assured her, ‘all you have to do is pop it in your mouth and then gently suck on it. Close your eyes and think about something nice then you’ll be a sleep in no time’. I could see her holding the pacifier to her mouth and contemplating on whether to take my advice or not. ‘If you’re trying to trick me…’ she started to reply. ‘I promise you that I’m not’, I said, ‘I’ll even do it with you’. I put my pacifier into my mouth and began to suck on it. Becky looked very unimpressed at the idea of sucking on a pacifier. However, she knew that the alternative was to shuffle about in her crib for a few more hours in a desperate attempt to fall asleep. She took a deep breath and guided the pacifier into her mouth. She winced as she wrapped her lips around the rubber nipple before gently sucking on it. ‘Close your eyes and fink about somefink nice’, I babbled through my own pacifier. Becky followed my instructions and closed her eyes. There was now silence in the room aside from the two of us sucking away on our pacifiers. However, after about five minutes I could hear another sound. It was the sound of Becky gently snoring. I smiled to myself knowing that my advice had worked and it reminded me of the Easter holidays where Leo had tried a pacifier for the first time. I closed my eyes and was fast asleep within moments. I had missed my afternoon nap after all…

I love to wear a cloth diaper and wet it.  The puffy, wet feeling is amazing.  I have also worn a cloth diaper as underwear over my jeans and wet my pants while out walking in a secluded area.  The thickness allows the wetness to spread as long as I don't flood the diaper.