Baby Candy (Diapered, Dominated & Petticoated)chapter 20 added
Posted 10 September 2011 - 12:21 PM
another good chapter, some major brainwashing going on in this one! lol
can't wait to see what happens next
Posted 17 September 2011 - 09:46 AM
Thank you little pissy and diaperguy. BJ
“Arms up, sweetheart,” Melody sang. She slid my sheer yellow frock over my head and raised arms, tugging it down over my body. She straightened the white lace-trimmed elasticised cuffs around my upper arms and adjusted the low round neck to sit prettily. “Hold out your hands, sweetheart.” I sighed in relief when Melody unbuckled the narrow straps around my wrists and removed my restrictive leather mittens. I grimaced in pain when I tried to straighten my fingers and reach for my bunny. I grabbed the plush toy with my wrists and clumsily clutched her to my breast. Melody tossed the horrid white mittens in my change bag beside the change table and reached inside. “Here darling.” She slipped the plastic loop of my rattle over my left wrist before I could move my hand away. The plush bunny blocked my view when she did something to the rattle to shorten and lock the strap, and she pressed the shaped plastic handle into my fingers. They were too numb to get a proper grip, and I accidentally dropped the rattling plastic toy.
I glanced down and I could see my tiny pink nipples through the sheer fabric of my yellow frock, and I shyly covered them with the head of my bunny. Without the frothy chiffon petticoats fluffing out the skirts, the lace-edged hem actually covered my bulging panty crotch - if only just. She straightened the flounced hemline and smoothed the flared skirts over my bulky swaddling. “I don’t think you need any shoes for the moment,” Melody decided as she lifted me down. “You girls can play inside this afternoon.” She set me on my feet, expecting me to walk outside. I didn’t see her smile and shake her head when I automatically dropped to all fours. She shrugged her shoulders in resignation and instructed me, “Alright baby, give me your bunny and crawl outside. You can have a little playtime with Cindy in the sunroom.” She took the bunny from my hands and pointed to the doorway.
As I crawled out of the Nursery I started to pee, and I enjoyed the familiar heat splashing around my shrinking clittie. In the past I had to remain still before I could relax my bladder enough to let go. Now it seemed natural to pee while I was waddling or crawling around. I didn’t realise that my bladder was learning to automatically empty within minutes of me climaxing. It was almost a reflex now. The spreading warmth felt wonderful, especially when my limp little tool rubbed against the slippery wet front of my tightly-pinned nappy. I shuffled down the hallway dragging my noisy rattle on the loop around my wrist.
Cindy was sitting on the carpet watching TV and I crawled over beside her. She briefly glanced my way, frowning at the distracting noise of my baby rattle. “Hi baby,” the toddler briefly greeted me, and I merely grunted around my dum-dums in reply. She was intently watching an episode of ‘Playschool’ and mostly ignored me as I flopped onto my puffy wet bottom beside her. Melody leaned down to hand me the bunny, and I gratefully accepted the pink toy and cuddled her to my bosom. I kept one hand wrapped around my noisy plastic rattle, trying to keep it quiet. I hadn’t seen ‘Playschool’ in years. It was a show designed for preschoolers, after all. The format hadn’t changed - two mid-twenties presenters, one of each sex, doing some crafty things with egg cartons, toilet rolls, toothpicks and pipe cleaners. We looked through the round window today. There was a segment on how jelly beans were made in a factory, games with dolls, and a story read from a big book with pictures which had a moral lesson at the end.
Melody walked in near the conclusion of the story with a sippy-cup of juice for Cindy and a fresh bottle for me. Cindy politely thanked her mother and shoved the sipping spout between her lips. I dropped my rattle and accepted the heavy baby bottle, and spat out my dum-dums. “Fank you, Mama,” I shyly mumbled. I thrust the nipple in my mouth and instinctively lay on my back to suckle down some sweet apple juice, clutching the pink bunny against my body. I didn’t see the quick condescending smiles Melody and Cindy exchanged.
When the episode finished and Cindy had drained her cup, she jumped to her feet. “Hurry up and finish your bottle, Baby Candy,” she ordered impatiently. “Mummy made me an elastic band so we can play elastics.” She held up a long loop of white hat elastic and called to her mother for help. Melody stretched the elastic around the legs of a kitchen chair she carried in, and I had to place my bunny aside for the moment. Cindy made me stand a few meteres from the chair with the stretched band looped around my spread ankles. When Cindy started jumping in and out of the elastic I began shaking my rattle in time and chanting the rhyme I’d heard the girls repeat this morning. Cindy beamed at me in approval. “That’s it, Baby Candy! Keep singing,” she commanded gleefully as she jumped up, trying to trap both sides of the elastic under her tiny feet at the same time. It took her several goes before she succeeded and she grinned in delight when she finally trapped them. “See? That’s how you do it,” she proudly boasted.
It wasn’t very exciting standing there while Cindy had all the fun, but I didn’t really mind. I enjoyed the fact that I was playing girls’ games with another girl who didn’t make fun of me and treated me like a real girl - just like her. Melody poked he head around the kitchen doorway and suggested, “Cindy? Why don’t you let Baby Candy have a turn, too? You have to share and take turns, honey. Remember?”
“Yes Mummy,” Cindy dutifully replied, although she pulled a silly face at me. “Come on Baby Candy. Swap places and you can have a go.”
“That’s a good girl!” While we exchanged places Melody discretely aimed the camcorder lens at me. She loved filming her beautiful little girl at play, and it hadn’t taken much asking from Brenda to get her to record my activities with Cindy.
Playing elastics was harder than it looked, especially with a bulky wet nappy forcing my thighs wide and my lacy dress hem flipping up to block my view. The rattle clenched in my fist made a delightful sound as I jumped up and down. My dum-dums flopped all over the place and I shoved it in my mouth to get it out of my way. I mumbled the little rhyme around my dummy teat and Cindy sang along too, halting to scold me when I made a mistake and offering her advice. She quickly grew impatient with me and stepped out of the elastic band to push me aside. “That’s enough, Baby Candy,” she bossily insisted. “It’s my turn now. Get in place.” I resumed my position as a support post for an elastic band and we spent another half an hour playing the game. We were both improving when Melody brought everything to a halt by bringing out a plate of freshly-baked biscuits. “Yummy!” Cindy cried, running to her mother. “Thank you Mummy.”
Melody insisted on clipping a bibbie around my neck before I was allowed to eat anything. As I sat there muching on some delicious cookies still warm from the oven, I raised the bottom of my frilly bibbie with my rattle. This one was made from pink terry towelling with white lace edging, and informed the world I was a ‘Little Miss Stinky Pants.’ I was grateful my beaming playmate couldn’t read the embarrassing embroidered message. I sat Bunny beside me so she could watch. While I was eating, Melody pushed my thighs further apart and wriggled one finger inside the tight elastic leg band of my baby panties. She smiled ruefully and shook her head when she pressed her fingers against the warm wet crotch of my nappy, but she didn’t scold me or reprimand me. She simply withdrew her hand and wiped her finger on my bibbie before standing upright.
The voluptuous young mother produced a set of plastic knuckle bones from her apron pocket and asked, “Would you girls like to play ‘Jacks’?” Cindy enthusiastically agreed and as soon as she gobbled down her biscuits, Melody wiped her face and hands with a warm damp washer. My face and hands got a quick wipe-over too, and then the charming young mother flopped down onto the carpet to join us. I was sitting opposite her when she crossed her slender ankles, her brief flared dress and apron flying up momentarily to reveal the shiny gusset of her baby-blue satin panties. She demurely brushed down her dress and pinafore and smiled knowingly at me as I insintively clutched my damp nappy front against my reacting tool. It was impossible to be discrete with a noisy rattle strapped around one’s wrist. I moved my fingers away from my thickening clittie with an embarrassed guilty expression and picked up Bunny to keep my hands out of mischief.
We spent the next tweny or thirty minutes playing with the plastic Jacks, and I learned how to scoop up one, then two, then three knuckles while throwing another piece of plastic bone in the air and catching it again. Four was too many for me. It was just as well the rattle was attached to my left wrist. The noise would have been unbearable if it was on my right hand. When it was Melody’s turn, I watched her massive bosoms wobble heavily each time she threw and scooped. I was glad I was wearing my bibbie when I realised a warm stream of spittle had oozed past my dummy guard to dribble down my chin. It was actually fun playing the game, and I was disappointed when Cindy soon grew bored. She had the attention span of a flitting dragonfly. “I wanna watch TV now Mummy,” she insisted. She jumped up and returned to her usual spot on the carpet in front of the television.
“Alright, darling,” Melody crooned, using the remote to switch on the TV. She handed the device to her daughter and held out her hand for mine. “Come on, Baby Candy. Your Aunty Brenda will be here soon to pick you up. We’d better get you ready to go.” She helped me to my feet and held my hand so I didn’t have to crawl out of the room. I clutched the pink bunny to my body like she was my best friend. She led me back to the lounge room and my clittie grew harder, my excitement palpable when she sat down and lifted me onto the lounge beside her. “Come here, Baby Candy. I thought you might like to have a last feed from Mama’a boosies before Aunty Brenda arrives to take you home. Would you like that, baby girl?” I clutched my rattle so tightly, I thought the handle might break.
“Mama! Mama!” I squealed in thrilled reply, shaking my rattle enthusiastically. I eagerly lay over her thighs and turned my face towards her opulent bosom.
“Shh! Shh baby girl, shush.” Melody took my bunny from my hands and placed her beside me on the lounge, then glanced towards the doorway to the hallway. “We don’t want your big sister getting jealous, do we?” I urgently shook my head in denial and she smiled at my enthusiastic response. Melody slid the ruffled shoulder straps down her arms and wiggled them free, then eased down her elasticised shirred top over her bountiful bosom. I lay back watching in admiration as the gorgeous young mother deftly unhooked the shiny beige bra cup and pushed it down, letting her swollen teat flop onto my upturned face. Droplets of watery milk squirted my cheek and this time I didn’t wait. I grabbed the massive fleshy mound with both hands like a malnourished baby and wrapped my lips around her luscious russet bud.
I couldn’t believe the warmth of her silky skin pressed against my face and I snuffled for air as I sucked hard, filling my mouth with her wonderful sweet milk. Melody groaned quietly and shuddered at the intensity of my suckling, but she didn’t tell me to stop. I drew her teat halfway down my throat, tonguing the firm bud against the soft palate on the roof of my mouth as I sucked and swallowed, draining the life-giving nourishment from her abundant breast.
I wriggled in uncontrollable excitement when Melody let her hand rest over the tenting front of my yellow plastic panties. The gorgeous blonde pressed the warm wet nappies against my straining little tool and then wrapped her fingers as far around my pounding shaft as the bulky wet cloth would allow. “Suck baby,” she quietly urged me in a hoarse throaty whisper. “Nurse on Mummy’s titty like a good baby girl. Mmm, that’s it. Good girl.” I snorted for air through flared nostrils as my clittie swelled even more, till I thought it was about to explode. Maybe because I’d already cum so many times today, my sensitive little stiffie didn’t react like it normally did. Even though I felt I was on the verge of climaxing, I teetered on the exquisite knife-edge of release for several glorious minutes. Melody massaged me through my crinkling baby panties and my soggy nappies as she crooned sweet encouraging words in my ear. I revelled in the fabulous sensations of being Mummy’s well-loved, precious little baby girl. A single thought echoed in my head. ‘Mummy loves me, Mummy loves me, Mummy loves me.’ I knew in my heart it was true. We had bonded like mother and infant.
My orgasm wasn’t unexpected, but it didn’t sweep me away this time. I felt my throbbing clittie jerk and twitch under her gentle touch as I safely emptied all my bad baby juice into my thick soggy nappies where it belonged. I didn’t stop suckling even for an instant, my whole being focused on her comforting breast and the sweeet nourishment sliding down my throat. I was surprised when Melody brushed my hands aside to milk out the last few drops from her emptying titty. “Good girl, that didn’t take long.” She used her finger to break my suction seal and I lay back panting. She wiped her sore-looking red nipple with a baby wipe, then tucked the sagging dug back inside the padded bra cup.
In moments the other cup was pressed down out of the way and I had latched on to her other swollen russet-red nipple. “Mmm, good girl! What a hungry baby you are, Baby Candy. Mama might just have to send home some of her yummy milk with Aunty Brenda. That way Aunty June will be able to make up some bottles of breast milk for my sweet little baby girl to have at night-nights. Would you like that, baby?” I nodded sleepily, my eyes closed in bliss, her milk sweet cloying in my mouth and my tummy starting to feel full.
I woke up on the lounge with Brenda leaning over me and shaking my shoulder. “Come on, Baby Candy. It’s time to take you home.” I slurped wetly on my sloppy dummy teat as I struggled to wake up. I wobbled unsteadily as my cousin held my hand and walked me outside to the front yard, where she steered me backwards into the candy-striped stroller. It was only then I realised I was wearing my baby bonnet. It was like wearing a set of blinkers, partly blocking my vision from the sides. Melody or Brenda must have tied it around my head while I was asleep. I lay back and sleepily closed my eyes while Brenda strapped me in, licking the traces of breast milk from around my lips and the guard of my dum-dums to assure myself it hadn’t all been a fantastic dream.
My cousin straightened the frilly ‘Stinky-Pants’ bibbie across my chest before lowering the pink webbing H-straps over my shoulders. Brenda clicked the plastic buckles into the appropriate slots under my seat and smiled at the tell-tale writing on my bib. When I was securely bound in my stroller, Brenda placed the big pink-and-white bunny in my arms. I sleepily cuddled the fluffy toy, gazing up at my smiling cousin in confusion. “Aunty Melody said you can keep the bunny,” she told me, insisting, “Aren’t you a lucky baby girl?” I nodded in agreement and cuddled the plush animal even tighter, my eyes drifting closed in contentment.
Melody wandered outside cradling Cindy in her arms and she stepped over to the foot of my stroller. “Gosh she’s a sleepy baby,” she chided me with a forgiving chuckle. I opened my eyes to look up at the blonde beauty smiling tenderly down at me. Cindy was grinning at me too.
“I think my little girl is plumb tuckered-out after her play-date with your Cindy,” observed my grinning cousin.
“The girls had a lovely time playing together this afternoon,” Melody assured her. “Your Baby Candy was a perfect angel. You can bring her over to visit any time.”
Brenda hefted the packed diaper bag, heavy with my sodden nappies. “If by a perfect angel, you mean a wet little baby girl? Well, she certainly was that! Thanks for changing her nappies, Melody.” The gorgeous blonde mother simply smiled and nodded in acknowledgement. Brenda stuffed my baby bag onto the wire tray under my bum and grabbed the white rubber handgrips. “Say bye-byes to Mama Melody and your widdle girlfriend Cindy, Baby Candy.” I let go of my bunny with my right hand and sleepily waved goodbye to Cindy and her mother, burbling something unintelligible around my sloppy dum-dums.
“Bye-bye Baby Candy!” Cindy yelled, waving both tiny hands at me.
“Goodbye baby girl,” Melody bade me with a tender smile that made my heart skip a beat. “Bye Bren. Make sure you bring her back soon.”
“Thanks Melody. I sure will,” my cousin lightly promised, making my heart soar in my chest. I imagined spending every day of my holidays with Mama Melody, being breast-fed and changed by her several times a day and dressed up in the prettiest of outfits. My clittie engorged with fresh blood and my head grew giddy with excitement, and I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. I hugged my fluffy bunny and smiled and closed my eyes, chewing contentedly on my dummy teat as Brenda wheeled me out to the street and along the footpath. With a tummy full of soporific breast milk I actually fell asleep again, and I didn’t wake until we were out the front of Aunty June’s place.
To be continued in chapter 20...
... providing I get some feedback.
Posted 19 September 2011 - 07:08 PM
lets see where this goes next
kinda wondering what the cam-corder is all about though...
Posted 25 October 2011 - 03:42 PM
ssooo.... no new chapters or continuations/conclusions of this marvelous work of fiction?
Posted 20 April 2012 - 11:10 AM
Anyway, all that's behind me. I started reading some of the juicier stories on this site and that got my own creative juices flowing again. I hope you enjoy the latest installment to this long-winded sissy-baby story. Hugs from BJ
Chapter 20. Mummy Knows
Brenda escorted me inside straight through into the kitchen. I could smell dinner cooking and a warm rush of saliva filled my mouth. I didn’t bother trying to contain it and freely drooled around the pink plastic guard of my dum-dums. Aunty June was dressed in one of her business suits - a dove-grey skirt and jacket this time, with a demure white cotton button-front blouse with a high frilled collar. She was wearing sheer stockings and a pair of elegant black patent stiletto heels completed her attractive outfit. She greeted my entry with a broad smile. “Hello Brenda. Hello Baby Candy. Look at you in your pretty bonnet! How was your play-date with Cindy?”
“The bonnet and bunny were presents for our special baby girl from Aunty Melody. Baby Candy had a wonderful time today,” my buxom blonde cousin reported on my behalf. I chewed on my soothing dum-dums, certain my Aunty wasn’t expecting a response from me. Brenda glanced my way and grinned. “She was so tired, she fell asleep in her stroller on the way home.”
“Aww!” Alison cooed from her seat at the table. “Baby has a new pink bunny. Isn’t that cute?”
Brenda dumped my heavy diaper bag in the doorway, snatched the bunny from my arms and tossed her on the table. She ignored my sullen expression and lifted me straight into my highchair. She buckled me in and lowered the hinged pink tray, locking it in place. She was grinning like a fool when she untied the satin ribbons under my chin and removed my frilly bonnet. She took off my bib too, sneering when she commented, “This bib is filthy! It’s almost wet-through with your drool, you silly baby!” Aunty June loomed over me and clipped a frilly pink and white bibbie around my neck instead. I was too tired to pick up the bottom edge and read what it said. I didn’t care anyway. Babies can’t read. Babies aren’t embarrassed or ashamed. ‘I’m just a baby - a helpless baby girl,’ I mentally reminded myself. Aunty June glanced at the diaper bag and saw it was bulging with used nappies. She snorted and shook her head in dismay.
Dinner tonight was spaghetti bolognaise. I was served the same thing as the grown-ups - except my spahetti had been mostly hacked into shorter strands, and mine was served in a pink plastic Barbie bowl - and no one bothered to give me any cutlery. Brenda approached me holding up one of the pink rubber-coated infant spoons. “Open up, Baby Candy,” she ordered. Brenda didn’t seem to care if she made a mess of my face and the highchair tray while she fed me. Red sauce and bits of minced meat splattered everywhere, but I didn’t care. She fed me a whole bowl of the yummy pasta and I ate every scrap - despite a tummy already partly filled with Melody’s delicious breast milk.
My buxom blonde cousin laughed at the mess I’d made and gave my grubby face a perfunctory wipe with my badly-stained bibbie before she handed me a bottle of warm milk. I noticed it carried the embarrassing message; ‘Poopy Pants Baby.’ When I clutched the big plastic baby bottle in both hands and shoved the silicon teat in my mouth, Brenda smiled in approval and sat down to eat her own meal. Alison and Aunty June had been eating their dinner while Brenda was spoon-feeding me, and they were almost finished by the time my babysitter sat down at the table with her bowl of pasta.
Aunty June asked Brenda, “Was Baby Candy a good little girl for Aunty Brenda today?” Brenda grinned and nodded, and had to swallow a mouthful of food before she replied.
“She was pretty good. She used her potty this morning for the first time.”
“Did she?” Aunty June demanded, looking genuinely astonished.
Brenda nodded again. “She did a big poo-poo and a wee-wee in her pot-pot like a clever big girl,” she confirmed. The women all turned to look at me in my highchair. I tried to ignore their condescending smiles of approval and kept slurping from my bottle teat. “And she played so sweetly with little Cindy all day. She was a perfect little angel.”
Alison sniggered. “I wish I could’ve seen that!”
Brenda put her handbag on the table and reached inside. “You can,” she replied, handing her sister a memory stick. “Melody filmed the girls while they were playing and I got her to download it on this. Pop that in your computer and you can have a look later.”
“I’ll have to have a little look too,” insisted Aunty June with an unreadable smile. She stepped over to my diaper bag and picked it up. “My goodness!” She hefted the bag by the handles as if assessing the weight. “How many nappies did Baby Candy go through today?”
Brenda paused to count up in her head. “One this morning and two in the change bag, plus she’s wet now. “That makes four nappies she’s wet today already.”
“And it’s not even her bedtime yet,” Alison observed with a nasty smirk for me. “What a hopeless baby!”
“It’s bedtime alright for our wet little baby girl, straight after she’s finished her din-dins,” retorted Aunty June, glaring at me and shaking her head in disapproval.
The phone rang and Alison jumped to her feet. “I’ll get it.” She dashed out of the kitchen, her short denim skirt swirling tantilisingly high for a moment. I caught the briefest glimpse of her shiny black knickers.
“We’re going to have to starty potty-training you, baby girl,” Aunty June continued to lecture me. “I’ll get the girls to put you on the pot-pot on a regular schedule from now on.” I cringed inside at the potential embarrassment that would create as I sucked the last few drops from the teat. Aunty June took the empty bottle from my hands and stepped behind me to unbuckle the leather restraint strap. Before she could unlock the tray, Alison walked back into the kitchen.
“It’s Aunty Jane on the phone,” Alison informed her mother. I started in surprise, a fresh squirt of warm urine splashing into my wet nappy. My Mummy was on the phone?
“Thanks Alison. Wipe off the baby’s face and hands, take off that filthy bibbie and let her out of the highchair, will you?”
“Sure thing, Mum.”
Alison was especially vigorous when she scrubbed the remaining food stains from my face with a warm damp flannel and I cringed and whimpered in pain. When she was satisfied she tossed the washcloth in the sink, popped my dummy back between my lips and clipped the chain to the lacy collar of my sheer yellow frock. She raised the hinged tray out of the way and smiled indulgently at me busily suckling. “Come on Baby Candy. Climb down for Aunty Awison,” she urged me in syrupy baby-talk. She helped slide out of the seat, guiding me down onto my knees and I collapsed onto the kitchen tiles all fours.
To be continued....
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Hugs from Baby Jennie in Australia
Posted 21 April 2012 - 05:10 AM
Posted 10 May 2012 - 07:26 PM
and also congrats on the apartment revamp!
glad to see you havent abandoned this story. cant wait to see how it continues!!
Posted 10 May 2012 - 11:14 PM
Posted 11 May 2012 - 06:03 PM
I have really enjoyed the rewrite and the new chapters, my favourite chapters were when baby candy was at the play date at melody's
I would really love to see baby candy have to spend a nite or 2 at melody's but that is just my wishlist
I am just great you started adding chapters to it as i enjoyed the original which i discovered after reading your other story about Jennie's potty training which i loved as well
Have you written over stories
Posted 12 May 2012 - 04:34 AM
I crawled into the hallway and headed for the lounge room where I knew the house phone was located. I wanted to talk to my Mummy. I needed to talk to my Mummy! I could hear Aunty June chatting to her as I approached. “No, not too much trouble.” Aunty paused for a moment, listening, then replied, “Oh yes, very pretty! I was quite pleasantly surprised, to tell you the truth. But you’ll be able to see for yourself soon enough.” She noticed me crawling into the room and cried, “Wait Jane! Here comes your little one now! Do you want me to put her on the phone?” Aunty June motioned me to crawl over to her and when I was kneeling in front of her, she held out the receiver to me. “It’s your Mummy on the phone, sweetie,” she cooed like she was explaining to a silly two-year-old. “Stand up and say hello to your Mummy.”
I clutched the receiver as I clumsily clambered to my feet, swaying unsteadily as I pressed the phone to my ear. “Mummy?” I mumbled, my voice a strained whimper, a flood of conflicting emotions washing over me. I belatedly spat out my dum-dums. I’d completely forgotten I had it in my mouth. “Mummy?”
“Hello Baby Candy!” Mummy purred, “How is my darling little girl? Have you been a good little girl for Aunty June? Mummy will be coming to visit you soon, darling. Darling? Hello? Hello? Are you there, Baby Candy? ”
The only words I heard were; ‘Hello Baby Candy.’ Those three simple words told me that Mummy already knew everything! She knew Aunty June and Alison and Brenda had turned me into a simpering diapered baby girl. Mummy knew - and she obviously approved of what they were doing to me! Mummy was still chattering away as I let the receiver earpiece slide down my jaw line, tears springing unbidden from my eyes. I instinctively scrabbled for the dum-dums bouncing against my tummy with my free hand.
My stomach lurched and churned, then it felt like the bottom was dropping out of my guts. I groaned as a huge load of poo-poos squirted out of my anus in an unstoppable hot rush. Despite my snug plastic panties, my sodden diaper was drooping around my behind, so the hot poop just plopped into my saggy crotch. I instinctively spread my feet and squatted slightly as a second wave of nausea hit me, and I bit harder on the firm rubber teat I suddenly found in my mouth. My cheeks puffed out and my face turned red with effort as I helplessly pushed out another hot fat log. This solid turd was long enough to hit the wet seat of my diaper before it curled back, spreading moistly between my quivering bum cheeks in a hot squishy mess.
“Oh no!” Alison squealed from behind me. “Is she doing what I think she’s doing?”
Brenda cackled in wicked amusement. “I think Baby Candy is filling her nappy with a big squishy poo-poo!”
“What a naughty big baby!” Alison shrieked, her pretty face creasing in revolt.
“Baby Candy!” Aunty June roared as she snatched the chattering receiver from my trembling hand. She pressed the phone to her ear as she glared down at me in disgust.
“Hello Jane? It’s me again. No, no. Our little girl is a bit busy at the moment, making a big pooey mess in her nappy for her Aunties to clean up,” she informed my mother in a frosty tone that indicated this was a normal everyday occurrence for me. I glanced up at her in alarm and my face crumpled as I burst into sobs, my dum-dums tumbling from my trembling lips. “No, you heard me correctly,” Aunty June continued, raising her voice to be heard over my high-pitched wails of distress. “How often? Oh, every day of late. She’s gone through four nappy changes already today, and she’ll certainly need a fresh nappy before we put her down for the night. Hang on a sec.” Aunty June waved Brenda over. “Take the baby upstairs, get her out of that dirty nappy and pop her in a hot bath, will you Brenda?”
The buxom blonde screwed up her pretty face in revulsion, but she nodded obediently and walked over to take my hand. “Come on Baby Candy,” she sang as she turned me around. She popped my dum-dums back in my mouth, pressing the pink plastic guard against my lips in an attempt to quieten my sobbing. “Shh baby. Shhh! Let’s go upstairs and change you out of that stinky nap-nap, okay?” Alison was standing in the doorway holding my pink bunny, grinning smugly, obviously pleased she hadn’t been lumbered with the unpleasant task of removing my smelly soiled diaper. Brenda stuck out her tongue at her big sister as we shuffled past her into the hallway.
When we reached the foot of the staircase, Brenda released my hand and pointed to the bottom step. Preoccupied, I obeyed the unspoken command and fell on all fours and crawled up the stairs ahead of her. My cruel cousin let me climb the first couple of steps unhindered - before giving me a hard encouraging swat on my big bobbing behind. Hot sticky poo-poo was smashed all over my bottom, although the warm wet padding mostly protected me from the strength of the blow.
I squealed in alarm nonetheless and scurried up the stairs as fast as I could crawl, tears trickling down my flushed red cheeks. I received another few firm smacks on my padded bottom before I reached the safety of the landing. I shuffled in the direction of the bathroom, expecting to remove my dirty nappy in the shower until Brenda called, “No baby.” I turned to look over my shoulder at her and she pointed to the Nursery. “Crawl in there and we’ll get you changed before bath-time.” I obediently turned around and shuffled into the Nursery and headed straight for the change table. My cousin continued into the bathroom in her noisy high heels and I heard her turning on the bath taps.
“Good girl, up you hop,” Brenda commanded when she joined me in the Nursery. I was a little shaky on my feet and climbed onto the high padded table and rolled onto my back. “No baby. Sit up first so we can take off your pretty dress. Silly girl!” In moments she had unbuttoned and removed my filmy yellow frock, and she unbuckled my black patent Maryjanes and whipped off my frilly socks. ‘Now you can lie back, Baby Candy,” she instructed me, smiling when I readily obeyed. I shivered at the touch of cool vinyl on my warm back. I raised my bum so she could tug down my rumba panties and my baby panties all in one go. She sighed at the foul stench unleashed by her actions.
“Oh baby! What a smelly little girl you are!” Brenda scolded me, grimacing in revulsion. I let my bottom drop and raised and pointed my toes so she could easily slide my panties free of my feet. “Good girl.” My feet dropped and I spread my thighs and slid my heels up twards my bum in the normal postion to have my nappy changed. It was amazing how many little unconscious habits one usually associates with toddlers, had become completely normal for me now. I was acting purely on reflex, my mind awhirl. Too many questions fought for dominance in my head. Did Mummy know how her sister and her nieces were punishing me? Did she know I’d been forced into diapers and baby dresses and paraded around town in a stroller? Did she realise I‘d been made to waddle through the streets buckled in a todller harness at the end of a pair of leather baby reins?
Brenda gingerly removed the pink-headed pins and stuck them in the bar of soap on thre shelf above the change table. She seemed to be procrastinating, avoiding the horrible task for as long as possible before she finally bit the bullet and grabbed the waistband of my sodden nappy between thumb and forefinger. When she lowered the yellowed wet front, it peeled away from my tender flesh with a disgusting wet ‘squelch!’ She screwed up her pert nose in disgust, turning her face aside in revulsion. “Oh no! Oh, you dirty, dirty little girl!” She let the heavy front flap drop on the table between my wide-splayed thighs with a wet ‘splat!’ “You are disgusting! Look at you!” She snarled, although she could barely look at me herself. I ignored her abuse, my mind preoccupied with too many other wild and varied thoughts. Mummy knew!
My snarling cousin used a handful of baby wipes to clean most of the filth from between my legs and around my shrivelled ballsack. It was an indication of my state of mind that my clittie didn’t react at all when the beautiful blonde teen scrubbed clean my limp little tool. Her tone turned saccharine when she cooed, “Leggies up, baby girl. That’s right, good girl. Bring those knees closer to your face, sweetie, Good girl. Aunty Brenda need to be able to get to every inch of your messy little bot-bot. Aww hell! It‘s everywhere!” She scraped away the worst of the crap with another bunch of moist baby wipes, and tossed the badly soiled wipes in a plastic-lined bin beside the table. I was glad when she let the lid close, reducing the stench considerably. She attacked my bum crease with a fresh handful of wipes, scrubbing away till I was sure I must be pink and shining clean down there.
“Alright baby girl, I think you should be safe to pop in the bath.” She grunted as she lifted me down, turning me in the air so I landed on my hands and knees. I shuffled towards the bathrooom as quickly as I could crawl, trying to avoid another smack on my poor sore bottom. She kicked off her high heels outside the bathroom and left them on the landing. The bath was only half filled when I peeped over the edge, but Brenda clapped her hands and ordered sharply; “In you hop!” After I clambered into the tub she squirted a dollop of pink lotion under the running faucet. Bubbles immediately began to form and the pleasant scent of strawberries filled the air. Brenda removed my hair elastics, then gathered my hair into a high ponytail on top of my head, which she then covered with a floral plastic shower cap.
Sweetly scented bubbles rose around me, and Brenda turned off the taps when the frothy suds came up to my nipples. I think my unreliable bladder started to empty under the cover of the bubbles, but the water was too hot to really tell for sure if I was peeing. Not that it mattered. I’m just a helpless baby girl. Brenda took off her white shirt and slipped the cotton loop of the clear vinyl pinafore apron over her head. She tied the white cotton sashes behind the small of her back, covering her mid-thigh white skirt and her pink boob tube with a layer of transparent plastic. She was smiling wolfishly as she knelt beside the tub and reached past me to pick up the bar of soap and a flannel washcloth.
Brenda washed every square inch of me in the bath, treating me like I was a little kid who couldn’t be trusted to bathe herself. When she finished scrubbing my face, arms, chest and back, including under my armpits, she ordered me to stand. I tried to look like I didn’t care as I stumbled to my feet, swaying and rocking from side to side as she vigorously scoured my bum cheeks and between my legs. She soaped up my clittie and washed my ballsack clean too, and she seemed a little disappointed when my tiny tool didn’t react. She washed my legs and my feet, and made me sit down again so she could wash between every one of my toes. It tickled, and I couldn’t help giggling.
“There! You’re all lovely and clean,” Brenda declared, beaming with satisfaction as she pulled out the plug. She wrung out the flannel and draped it over the side of the bath to dry, then helped me out of the emptying tub. She dried me off and held my hand so I didn’t have to crawl back to the Nursery, but I found Aunty June waiting for me beside the change table. My thick night nappies were already laid out waiting for me on the padded vinyl surface.
“Put the baby up here,” Aunty June ordered her daughter, patting the noisy vinyl surface. Brenda lifted me under the arms, grunting as she strained to lift me onto the high padded table. She lay me back so my bottom was correctly centred over the soft fluffy mass of terrycloth. The grinning blonde stood beside the change table watching as her mother poured a handful of talc over my tummy and tiny wrinkled tool. Aunty June carelessly rubbed it in and then scooped my ankles into the air, effortlessly rolling me back onto my shoulders to powder my cheeks. She let my feet drop and and raised the front flap simultaneously, cupping my shrivelled bits in comforting softness. In moments the pins were clasped and Aunty June was threading a clean pair of pink plastic panties over my limp feet.
Aunty June didn’t bother giving me instructions. She raised my ankles in the air again, dragged my baby panties up my legs and over my knees, pushing them over the back of my bulky nappy without any help from me. She didn’t need any help. She was an adult diapering a baby. Why should she need any help, even if the baby was a little bigger than usual? I wanted to ask my grim-faced Aunty how much my mother knew, but I was terrified of starting such a bizarre conversation. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know how much they both knew.
Did Mummy know about my regular secret pastime of trying on her and my sister’s frilly silky underwear? Did she know I really wanted to be a girl, deep down? Did Mummy know how many nights I lay there alone in my bed, praying for God to somehow change me while I slept, begging him to give me the proper female body I always felt I should have been born with? Did Mummy already know all these things about me?
Aunty June dressed me in a slinky pink satin nightie to match my pastel-pink baby panties, then lifted me into my crib. Alison walked in carrying my big pink bunny, and she tossed the plush toy into the crib beside me before turning on her heel and marching out. I lay on my back with my heels pressing against the soft padding cushioning my rear and accepted the huge pink bottle of warm milk Aunty handed me. My nightgown was so short, it barely covered the waistband of my plastic panties. I stuck the clear silicon teat in my mouth and gulped down a mouthful of warm milk while Aunty attached my dummy clip to the lacy collar of my babydoll nightie. She shook her head, her normally-generous mouth pinched into a thin hard line. She raised the side rail until the bars locked in place, then stepped to the doorway to switch out the light.
“Sweet dreams, Baby Candy,” Aunty June wished me. “Remember, we start potty-training you tomorrow, little girl. Have a good night’s rest.” I knew she didn’t expect me to reply and I clutched my bunny against my body as I slurped down the warm milk, wishing I was feeding from Melody‘s beautiful titties instead. The mere thought instantly made my clittie harden inside my soft fluffy nappies, and I reached down to press my dry, powder-coated nappy front against my thickening tool.
To be continued...
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Posted 13 May 2012 - 06:35 PM
whats next?! whats next?! whats next?!
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Posted 19 August 2012 - 02:14 PM
Whether by choice or not, I was hoping I'd see a more original story, and when you started it seemed that way.
It just seems like a... coincidence that a lot of the to stories match up pretty close, save for name-changing and other minor tweaks.
Too much of one if you ask me.
Posted 19 April 2013 - 10:18 AM
Is it too late to pick up this story? Is anyone interested? Let me know, willya?
Even though my clittie was hard and I was kind of aroused, I was exhausted - emotionally, mentally, physically and sexually. I fell asleep within minutes I’m sure. When I awoke I was lying on my side facing the wall, my dummy-teat firmly clenched between my teeth. The only illumination in the Nursery came from the dim Tinkerbelle night-light plugged into a wall socket near the floor. Aunty June had lowered the crib side and the rattling bars must have disturbed me. I didn’t realise she’d already reached through the bars and wormed a finger inside the leg band of my baby panties while I slept, to check if I needed changing. I sucked harder on the firm rubber teat in my mouth as Aunty June pulled down the back of my plastic panties before she rolled me onto my back.
“My little baby girl is wet through!” Aunty June softly exclaimed. I looked up at my beautiful Aunt in the dim light, her brunette locks cascading over her bare shoulders She was wearing a pale-blue silky halter neck nightgown, the almost-overflowing cups shimmering like liquid satin across her perfect round globes with her every breath. She left my pink baby panties trappred around my ankles while she unpinned my drenched nappy. Without any asistance from me, she spread my thighs wide and began tugging the saturated pieces of terrycloth from under my bum. The cool night air caused my bladder to release and I couldn’t seem to stop it. When a stream of hot pee arced out from the end of my limp little tool, Aunty June gave a soft cry of disgust. She swiftly covered my squirting member with the sodden front flap of my nappy until I she felt sure I’d finished.
I gazed up at her frowning face with sleepy eyes and sucked noisily on my dummy-teat, uncaring. What did she expect? I was a baby. A helpless baby girl with no control. Babies pee and poo whenever and wherever they feel the need. They can’t help it. I can’t help it. I’m just a baby. Instead of worrying I stared at Aunty June’s nipples, stiffly erect in the crisp air and poking through the silky nylon nightie like two bumpy thimbles. She rolled up the wet nappies with a sigh of resignation and turned away to dump them in the diaper pail beside the change table. I watched her as she stepped away from the crib and back again. Her shiny nightie was so short, I could almost see the lower creases of her big round bottom when she bent over slightly to open the pail. I admired her long shapely legs and her muscular calves before she turned back. In a few minutes I was wiped clean, powdered and pinned into a fresh dry nappy.
I closed my eyes in limp acceptance and let my buxom Aunty pull my baby panties into place without my help. She turned me onto my side to tug the waistband high over the thick bundle of cloth in the rear, and my face was pressed into the soft fur of my plush bunny. I wrapped my arms around the cuddly toy when she rolled me onto my back again and forced my thighs wide. Aunty June made sure the tight elastic leg bands enclosed every bit of fluffy white cloth between my legs, although I could feel the elastic material was still a little damp. I grimaced behind the pink guard of my dum-dums.
When she had packed the diaper changing supplies away, she raised the crib side and locked it in place. I cuddled my bunny and peered through the bars at her though half-closed eyes. “Goodnight Baby Candy,” Aunty June whispered. “Sweet dreams, Princess. I hope we can potty-train you soon, little girl.” I think I fell back to sleep before she crept out of the Nursery.
When I next woke up it was early in morning, bright sunlight streaming through the window. I was on my tummy and for a moment in a my half-dream state, I thought I was munching on a toffee. Then I discovered I was chewing on the rubber teat of my pacifier. I realised it had been in my mouth all night and I must have been sucking it continuously - just like a real baby. The inside of the guard and my chin were sloppy with drool, and I spat out the oversized baby soother in a fit of disgust. It didn’t go far, as the plastic chain was clipped to the lacy collar of my pink satin nightie. As I wiped the drool from my chin I realised I was wet down below. No, saturated! I wondered how many times I wet during the night, and when my bladder last emptied? Regardless, I pressed my thickening tool into the sodden warmth beneath me and gently rocked and rolled on my stiffening erection.
I heard vague sounds in the background and as I came more awake, I could make out my cousin’s voices drifting up the stairs from the kitchen. I was wondering which one of them would be in charge of me today when I heard the sound of approaching steps along the landing. I pushed my fluffy bunny aside and turned to peer thorough the wooden bars that enclosed me. Aunty June marched in dressed in her brief navy satin bathrobe and fluffy white slippers, and she smiled when she found me awake.
“Oh good, you’re up!” She chirped, “Good morning, Baby Candy! Did my little baby girl have a good sleep?” I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and suddenly remembered speaking to my Mummy on the phone the evening before. Mummy knows! I found myself reaching for my ever-present dummy. Instead of responding I stuffed the amber rubber teat in my mouth, sucking it rhythmically to soothe my tortured nerves. The oversized pacifier performed its usual magic as I watched the side rail slide down.
Aunty reached into the crib and slid her fingers inside the waistband of my baby panties at the rear. She wormed her fingers under my nappy, then pulled the cloth and plastic layers away from my back. I blushed when I realised she was bending over to smell the back of my nappy, checking if I‘d soiled myself. For one terrible moment I wasn’t sure if I had or not. Everything felt all wonderful and warm and wet and squishy down there. How much control had I lost? I was relieved when she took a deep sniff before announcing, “Good, you’re not dirty.” She released the tight elastic waistband and it snapped against my back, and I rolled onto my back and spread my thighs wide for the usual morning diaper-check.
“Hewwo Aunty June,” I mumbled around the fat rubber teat. I slurped hard, sucking back a stream of dribble that threatened to trickle from the corner of my mouth. Her face looked tired without the benefit of make-up and her normally neat hair was a bit of a bird’s nest this morning. She slid one finger inside the legband of my baby panties. I felt her fingertip press the sodden cloth against my genitals and she gave her head a little shake.
“Wet again, I see,” she noted with a quick frown. Then she shrugged her shoulders and smiled. “Oh well, I think we’d better put you on the potty anyway, just in case. ” She pulled down the waistband of my baby panties just enough to unfasten the big pink pins. I was aware of my erection shrivelling in anticipation of being exposed. Aunty walked away and stuck the pins in the bar of soap above the change table before returning to me. “Alright baby girl, you can climb out of your crib now.”
I gratefully rolled onto my tummy and slid my legs over the side, sliding down until my scrabbling toes touched the floor. As soon as I was on my feet, Aunty snatched my hand and led me over to the pink teddy bear potty sitting just inside the Nursery door. She stood me next to the plastic potty and ordered, “Stay right there,” then she pulled my plastic panties and my wet nappies down around my ankles in one swift motion. I looked up at her to check and when she nodded permission, I stepped out of the sodden bundle and straddled the big pink potty. “Good baby, now sit down on the pot-pot.”
Aunty June pressed down on my shoulders and I collapsed back onto the low plastic seat. Even though my pink satin nightie was probably too short to get in the way. I clutched the hem against my breast to prevent it getting caught under my bum. I had to wriggle around a bit to squeeze my limp clittie into the little scoop provided at the front. “That’s right, good girl,” she praised me in honeyed baby tones. “Now try and do you business on the potty for Aunty. Go on!”
Because I had saturated my nappy during the night, I didn’t feel any need to pee. Especially not with my overbearing Aunty standing over me keeping watch. I sucked on my dum-dums, took a deep breath and held it, and pushed down hard with my tummy muscles. Nothing. She frowned and folded her arm under her bosom, making her huge breasts bulge against the shiny robe. Her shortie robe rode up in front, and from my postion so close to the flor, I could see up her nightgown. She did wear panties to bed like her daughter - shiny black nylon bikini panties to be exact. She noticed the diection of my gaze and unclasped her arms to tug down the front of her robe. It barely covered the tops of her plump womanly thighs. “Go on, Baby Candy,” she urged me with a hint of impatience. “Get on with the job.”
Aunty June reached down and snatched up my discarded nappy and baby panties, leaving me momentarily to toss them in the diaper pail. The smell of poo-poo and stale urine filled the air before she could replace the white plastic lid, and I felt sure I would be doing another load of laundry today. She returned to stand beside me, staring down at my cringing form with heartless eyes. After about five minutes she shook her head, frowning in impatience. She grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and pressed my head forward and down, peering into the gap created between my bottom and the back of the plastic seat. “Hmmph!” She grunted in annoyance. “Nothing yet. Come on, little girl. You can do it,” she assured me when she released my neck. “Do your jobbies in the pot-pot for Aunty.” I sat back and poked out my bottom lip in resentment, but the guard of my dum-dums fortunately concealed my displeasure.
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