Maternal Instinct

[smarti]

Maternal Instinct

By Mummy Jennifer

I think it was my maternal instinct, when I discovered the ABDL world that came out with protective feelings for these sweet people who just wanted to recreate their babyhood. I obliged as a Mummy for a while, but something was missing. What that was I discovered with Marvin and Nikki. They were very different people, a middle aged man in his 40s and a young woman in her 20s, but they both had the same very deep desires.

These were not easy to get out of them at first, because they were terrified of what they wanted. It didn’t even sound like much, because they would come for me for play dates and they would happily get in their nappies and baby suits and play for a while, on different occasions I might add. It was the younger girl Nikki who was the first to articulate these depths, which were simply to prolong the baby experience indefinitely and enforce it totally. She spoke in terms of an unattainable fantasy; she was a student of History, she had a career to think of. Marvin of course already had a career and was knee deep in mid-life cares of house and car, and he was naturally more reticent. I eventually found the evidence in a story he was always reading, which was about a man like him forced into the baby life, but a vanilla man who had broken the law literally forced by his dominant wife in a form of blackmail.

The more I thought of Marvin and Nikki, the more I became obsessed with the idea of fulfilling their fantasies against their will. It would be the most delicious punishment for both of them, and I would have my babies who would be my babies all the time, and forever. I hatched my plan and waited patiently for the opportunity to carry it out.

It was Marvin who came first. He had wangled a whole weekend away from the homestead and he was happy to take off his business suit and Y-fronts and assume the character of the little girl he had always wanted to be, in terry nappies, plastic pants and pink baby dress, despite being a tall, handsome middle aged man with a slight paunch and buzz haircut. We played as usual. I fed him his bottle, changed his nappy, and let him play in the playpen. He especially enjoyed sleeping over in the cot and proudly wet his nappy during the night. But as Sunday afternoon wound down, my plan began unknown to him.

“Okay Mummy, I think I had better be changing back into my grown up clothes,” he said as he sat on the floor playing with Duplo.

“I don’t think so, Marvin,” I said casually. “You will stay another night.”

His face showed alarm. “But I can’t! I have a crucial meeting tomorrow at work.”

“Babies don’t go to business meetings!” I said playfully. His face was a picture. I was giggling, imagining this outsized baby girl walking in the meeting room and his colleagues open-mouthed with shock.

I got a bit sterner. “I’ve given your suit to a charity shop, Marvin. I’ve decided you will stay here with me and be my baby girl from now on.” He was entirely bewildered by this. It was amusing to watch his face contorting as he considered the ramifications of transforming from AB-lite weekender to hardcore baby slave. Just like in his deepest fantasy. It was clear he was simultaneously terrified and stimulated.

“But what about my job?” he mused out loud. I held his mobile phone in front of him, took out the SIM, snapped it in half, and threw it out of the window.

“No-one can call you now, Marvin. No-one knows where you are. You will fail to show up at work, and they might look for you for a while, but after a while they will give up. Now, some rules about your new life as my baby girl. You will not be allowed use of the toilet at all, everything will go in your nappy.”

This struck him hard. He usually didn’t mess his nappy, but now he would have to get used to it all the time.

“You will be encouraged to assume the mindset of a baby girl. For me to change your messy nappy, you will have to cry. Also from now on, you will only eat baby food in the high chair and drink from bottles, no more corporate lunches, or beers with your colleagues.”

He was still in a state of shock, so I stopped. The rest was implied. He was still quiet when I put him in his night nappy and tucked him in the cot at his new bed-time of 7pm. He took his bottle quietly and sucked on the dummy almost mournfully. I smiled, because I had a surprise for him, he might find pleasant.

After two days of babyhood for Samantha, as Marvin would now be known, Nikki arrived for her play date. I had to lock Marvin in the small room while I took care of Nikki: off came her fashionable top, skirt, bra and knickers, and she too enjoyed the feeling of a cloth nappy around her, and the plastic pants, and a pink dress she was unaware was identical in design to the one Marvin was wearing. She looked very pretty with her long auburn hair and high cheekbones, an adorable baby girl with her nappy peeking out from under the short dress.

As Nikki was napping, I took her adult clothes and phone, also with the SIM removed, and gave them to some girl guides collecting for a jumble sale. As she woke up, she smiled. “Oh, Mummy. I don’t want to go back to college. I wish I could be your baby all the time.”

“Oh, Nikki, you will be. I won’t let you go.” Nikki smiled, assuming I was joking.

“I’ve got to go to the cinema with some friends tonight.”

“No you don’t, you will stay with Mummy.” I was being sweet, but firm. It dawned on her that I was being serious.

“But… I have to…” her voice trailed off. Like Marvin, she was being both fascinated and repelled. She looked around for her phone.

“No Nikki darling, you will be with Mummy now. But you must know, you will have a sister.” I went to open the little room door and brought in a bemused Marvin. They eyed each other.

“You will be sharing a cot with Samantha,” I said. It was a stout cot and broad enough for two babies to sleep in comfort.

“But Mummy, he’s a man!” she said in horror.

“No Nikki, this is your adorable baby sister. If you notice, you are wearing twin outfits and you will always be my twins.” Marvin was smiling, he knew he was getting the better deal, but I trusted him not to do anything to Nikki.

Suddenly Nikki felt her bowels move. “Mummy, I’ve got to use the potty.”

“No Nikki, just like Samantha, you are not allowed the use of the toilet at all. That’s what your nappy is for.”

“I’ve got to poo in my nappy?”

“Yes Nikki, just like the one year old you really are.”

After a short mental struggle, she became resigned and let her nappy fill with a grunt. Poo poo smell wafted in the air.

“Can you change me please Mummy?”

I ignored her and went in the kitchen. I could see Marvin bending towards her and whispering, “you have to cry like a real baby.” So Nikki let out a series of sobs and started screaming.

I came back and picked her up and soothed her by jogging. “Did baby do a poopie? Let’s change you and make you all better.” Like Marvin, she was not at all used to messing, and lay there mortified as I eased off her plastic pants and unpinned her nappy, wiped off the poo, lotioned her and powdered her, pinned her in a fresh nappy and pulled a pair of clear plastic pants up her legs to cover the nappy. I glanced at the time and it was 6.50 pm.

“OK my little ones. It’s bedtime.” Nikki made a complaining face. “But Mummy! That’s early!”

“No little Nikki, the manual says one year olds should be in bed at 7pm.”

“But it’s still like daytime!”

“Nikki’s getting cranky, I see.” I went to the wardrobe and got their nighties, white stretch fabric with little cartoon teddies. Nikki had just been changed and I checked that Marvin was still dry, so I helped them with the nighties. Nikki’s pouting face as she sulkily put her arms through the holes was just priceless. So I carried Nikki on my hip, and led the docile Marvin to their big cot. Nikki first, in the inside, and Marvin by the opening side. I tucked them in, a blanky each, and they were both sucking their dummies as I pulled up and locked the side, another priceless sight, which made me feel I really was doing the right thing for all of us. As a treat, I let them choose a teddy each to take to bed, Nikki had the little brown monkey and Marvin the grey stuffed elephant, which I felt reflected on both of their personalities. I smiled as I turned on the night light and the baby intercom, and left them.

I was woken up by two mewling infants at about 6 o’clock the next morning. Nikki had wet heavily, to the point of leaking, and Marvin had soiled his nappy, as well as doing a lot of wee. I opened the cot and took Nikki to change first, jogging her on my hip and soothing her, sliding off her plastic pants, unpinning her carefully and putting her sodden nappy in the nappy bucket. She giggled as she smelt of fresh clean powder again, and I pulled on her clear plastic pants. She was then sat in the playpen while I dealt with Marvin, and soon he too was a lot happier with a dry and clean nappy. I put them both into pink onesies, and they were both grateful for the bottles of formula I gave them afterwards. Once again, their contented sucking made me smile.

Then it was feeding time, the first of what would be many. Nikki was first in the high chair, and as I was spooning the baby food blueberry muesli into her mouth she wet her nappy again, slightly, and I tutted. Really, she was being adorable today. Then Marvin in the high chair for the same, and both in the playpen for playtime while I did other chores such as washing and washing up. In the playpen were rattles, plastic rings, wooden blocks, cloth blocks, more stuffed toys, minus their bedtime teddies, dolls, and on the sides, an activity centre for each of them. “Mummy wants to hear you play,” I said as I walked into the kitchen, and they both obliged making clicking and whirring sounds for Mummy, Nikki squealing with delight.

And so it went on for about a fortnight. Toilet concerns melted away as both of them got into the habit of wetting and soiling without care, just like real babies. Nikki, as I expected, was the naughtier of the two, but I never punished her beyond what a one year old could expect – taking away a favourite doll, sending her to bed early.

About them sharing the cot, Marvin was a perfect gentleman and never so much as touched Nikki. Long ago he had told me, “My mother brought me up to be a gentleman and a scholar. Too bad she used to smack me when I messed my nappy.”

But they talked, and I listened with rapt fascination to the baby intercom. One night was particularly sweet:

“Are you awake, Samanfa?” asked Nikki.

“Yes,” said Marvin.

“I’m a gots to go poopoo aden,” said Nikki. I was encouraging both of them to talk like babies and they also fell in with this quite readily.

“It’s ok Nikki, you goes poopoo, I wont wooks,” said Marvin.

“It not matters anyways,” said Nikki. “We sees each uvver when mummy changies us.” There was a pause and rustling as Nikki filled her nappy. “Ooo a lots of wees too,” she said.

Marvin giggled. “I’m a going weewees too.” Nikki giggled. Another pause as they shuffled to make their nappies comfortable. By now, they were used to wet and messy nappies and didn’t cry as much as they used to. I had to check them, like real babies.

“Nikki, do yous ever wants to go back to the weal world?” asked Marvin. My ears perked up.

“Sometimes,” said Nikki. “But Mummy’s so nice, I weally wike it.”

“I’ve kind of adjusted, too,” said Marvin.

“I weally wike you too Samanfa,” said Nikki. More rustling. I had to now turn on the hidden webcam, to see Nikki was hugging Marvin and they were drifting off in each other’s arms. I could not help smiling broadly that my babies were getting on so well.

There was just one concession after three weeks. Marvin led this rebellion. He was missing his friends on the nappy chats and begged me to let them use the computer. I was sceptical, but eventually gave in: only if they were visiting nappy-related sites or otherwise age-appropriate sites. I was a member of the nappy clubs as well, as a mummy, and I had met both of them through the wonderful Internet, of course. Even when I saw Marvin sneakily reading the news, or Nikki downloading pop songs, I let it go. It bought a sense of balance to their lives and made their baby selves all the more willing.

I had my babies as I wanted. Just like real one year olds, they cried, they gurgled and they wet their nappies. We were all very happy. Was there anything else to be added? I got the idea when I had to call in an electrician. There was nothing for it but to allow him to repair the junction box while Nikki and Marvin were in the playpen. His eyes boggled, but he just got on with it, but Marvin in particular was visibly embarrassed as the “man” got on with his work.

So I talked to my friend Madge, and she was very understanding. When she came round for tea, Nikki was glad of the company and acted out her baby self with Madge, who gently teased Marvin with things like, “Ooh, has baby wet her nappy?” Marvin was blushing as red as a beetroot, but I knew he was loving it.

Many times I looked at my babies sleeping peacefully at night and wondered at how content we were. But I wanted one last test to see if they would be my babies for ever. One day I got them some grown up clothes and we went out, both in more slimline disposable nappies compared to the thick terry nappies and plastic pants they were used to. We got to a park and sat down on a bench.

“Well,” I said. “You can go now, if you like, resume your adult lives and never see me again, if you want.”

They looked at each other non-plussed.

“Or you can come back with Mummy and be my babies for ever.”

It was a gamble, I knew. I got up and started walking away. I hadn’t got far when I heard a patter of feet behind me and two familiar voices… saying, “Mummy?”

[naughty_baby]

I guess you didn't write this?

It sounds mighty familiar to me...which one was the original?... Paternal Instinct

[smarti]

Yes i did write this.. this is the original.. not deemed daddy oriented enough for Daddys Girl and hence rewritten.. If you don't believe me look at "Paternal Instinct" carefully and there are 1 or 2 "Mummys" I didn't change to Daddy, lol

smarti xxx

[Guest Baby Tiana]

Wonderful story my little SMARTII!!!! Loved it so much, a nice change than just a mommy and baby boy, but both. Can't wait for more!! Thank you for sharing.

Tiana

[smarti]

Thanks Tiana! You are inspiring me to write more *huggles*

[naughty_baby]

Ahh so you posted Paternal Instinct on daddys girl? I read that and liked it, aww an I liked the ending.

[smarti]

Yes, well, I emailed it Nikki (whom you might say "commissioned it" in the first place) who sent it to DaddyPaul who posted it on Daddy's Girl. I was surprised how well it worked with Daddy in the driving seat.

[smarti]

Mummy Jennifer continues her saga...

It was a bright day in April, which turned out to be a bit different from our normal routine. I thought something was up when Nikki refused to get out of the cot. Marvin was unusually subdued too; I checked his nappy, soaked as usual, but he wasn’t complaining, so I put him on the floor and made for Nikki.

“Now come on Nikki,” I said, “Mummy has to go out today.” Nikki just pouted.

“No wanna.”

“Nikki!” I had to lift her physically and carry her to the change table, where I checked her nappy, which was both soiled and wet heavily.

“Oh Nikki, why didn’t you tell Mummy?” Nikki just looked away sullenly and sat there as I changed her, barely cooperating as I took off her plastic pants and the dirty nappy, forcing me to pick up her bottom to wipe her as well as when I put the new nappy under her. “Are you alright, Nikki?” I asked, but she just sighed.

I didn’t have much time to think about it, as I had an appointment with the doctor that day. I put Nikki on the floor and brought Marvin to the change table. He was still quiet, but let me change him quickly, and he seemed happy to get in a clean nappy. Still in a hurry, I left him sitting on the change table, made two bottles of formula and left them on the kitchen counter.

“Madge will babysit you today,” I said as I lifted Nikki into the high chair and tied on her bib. She was usually fed first. I got the divided baby-plate and emptied the jar of pureed meat and vegetables into it. I know it wasn’t her favourite, but I wasn’t prepared for her reaction that morning. She just refused to open her mouth at all.

“Nikki!” I said in my sternest voice, “Now, be a good girl. Mummy’s in a hurry.” I puckered her mouth and pushed a spoon in, but she just spat it out, making a mess all over her face and bib. I stood there deciding what to do. Then the doorbell rang. “That must be Madge,” I said, leaving the kitchen door open as I went to the door to answer it.

I opened the door, but I was taken aback when I saw that it was not Madge, but a pretty blonde teenage girl in school uniform. “I’m Chrissy,” she announced. “Mum couldn’t make it, and school is closed today from swine flu. She said you needed a babysitter.”

“How old are you, Chrissy?” I asked, looking at her school blazer, blouse and tie, and pleated skirt.

“I had my 18th birthday last week,” she replied. “I’m in the upper sixth form.” I looked at my watch, and I decided she would just have to do.

“Come in then, Chrissy.” I took her blazer and hung it up in the hall. “I don’t know what your Mum has told you about my babies.” Chrissy had already spotted Nikki through the open kitchen door, stuck in the high chair and with food all over her face and bib. Chrissy giggled. Nikki eyed her with embarrassment.

“This is Nikki, and that’s Marvin,” I said as I pointed. “Now I must dash, see you all this afternoon.” Marvin waved, Nikki stared. “Bye,” said Chrissy, as I rapidly put on my coat and went out of the door. I had rigged the cams to feed into my mobile phone so I could check on what was happening, and I’m glad I did, I was transfixed as I watched it on the bus and in the doctor’s waiting room.

Chrissy looked at the two big babies, all the furniture and the other baby paraphernalia, and burst out laughing. “What a hoot!” she cried. “Oooh, Nikki’s all messy.” She found a cloth and wiped Nikki’s face, roughly, as Nikki flushed with shame. “Baby made a messy,” she said, and giggled. “You are the same age as my big sister at university! You should be out of nappies by now!”

“And you!” she said, turning to Marvin. “You’re old enough to be my Dad! Fancy you being in pink baby girl stuff! Have you wet your nappy?!”

“Just changed,” Marvin managed to get out stiffly, acutely conscious of his short pink nightie with puffy sleeves hardly covering his thick nappy. “Ohhh, adorable!” said Chrissy. “You can be my little Boo-boo. Come here Boo-boo.” Marvin reluctantly got up and walked towards Chrissy. “Sit down here, Boo-boo.” She giggled. Marvin sat down on the floor, terrified of the power the young girl had over him.

Chrissy turned to Nikki, and noticed the plate of food on the high chair. “Nikki’s din-dins. You want to grow up to be a big girl!” She giggled again, and took a spoon to feed Nikki. Nikki shook her head. Chrissy slapped her sharply on the thigh. “Naughty girl!” I’d never hit Nikki before and Nikki was shocked, her mouth open. Chrissy seized the opportunity and got almost all the food in her mouth. “There you go!” she cried triumphantly as Nikki swallowed.

Chrissy took the plate away and let Nikki sit down beside Marvin. “Baby play with rattle, “ she said, handing one to Nikki. Nikki threw the rattle at Marvin and it bounced off his head,.

“Ow!” said Marvin, as he rubbed the bruise.

“Nikki!” gasped Chrissy. “Naughty baby!” She slapped Nikki twice on the back of the thigh below her nappy. Nikki had no reaction but to cry. “Into the playpen with you!” and she bundled Nikki into the playpen, which was five feet high and un-escapable.

“I think I’ve got to split you two up,” said Chrissy. She picked up a blanket and a doll. “Come with me Boo-boo, we’ll let you play in the garden.” She spotted the bottles on the counter. “That must be one each,” she reasoned aloud, and picked one up. “One for Boo-boo and one for Nikki.”

She led Marvin by the hand out of the back door, and I could just see her putting out the blanket on the grass, and giving Marvin his doll and bottle. “Now play with these, Boo-boo,” she said, and came back in, locking the door. Marvin had to sit there in his baby clothes, playing with the doll, while the neighbours watched.

Inside, Chrissy took the other bottle and got in the playpen with Nikki. “Now drinkies, Nikki.”

“Noooo,” said Nikki.

“Yeeesss!” said Chrissy. She held Nikki and forced the teat into her mouth. Nikki squirmed, and Chrissy slapped her again. “Nikki’s got to grow up into a big girl!” said Chrissy again, as she held the bottle tightly and Nikki drank in sobbing breaths, with pauses for air.

Chrissy left Nikki, sobbing and worn out, in the playpen for a while and watched television. A nappy commercial came on. “Hmmm,” said Chrissy, “How’s your nappy, Nikki?” Nikki was silent, but the milk had surely had its effect. Chrissy had to come in the playpen again and check Nikki, putting her finger inside a leg hole of the plastic pants and withdrawing it moist. “You’ve wet your nappy, Nikki,” she said sternly. “I’m going to have to change you.” She dragged Nikki out of the playpen and laid her out on the carpet. Chrissy pulled off Nikki’s plastic pants and unpinned her terry nappy, pulled it off and applied powder.

When Chrissy came back with a fresh nappy, and tried to put it under Nikki, Nikki squirmed and stuck out her tongue. “Nikki!” said Chrissy, and administered a slap. But Nikki continued squirming, so Chrissy slapped Nikki again, five times. “Nikki! You naughty girl!” But Nikki wouldn’t stop squirming. Eventually Chrissy managed to pin the nappy on her in makeshift fashion, and pulled on the plastic pants. “Naughty, naughty Nikki!” said Chrissy, taking Nikki over her knees and gave her ten smacks. Nikki howled.

“Its bed for you now,” said Chrissy, suddenly tired.

“Nooooo!” said Nikki. Chrissy didn’t answer, manhandling Nikki into the cot and doing up the side. Nikki bounced around. Chrissy pulled down the side, slapped Nikki a few more times and then tied her feet to the cot bars with cloth cords. “Nigh nigh, Nikki,” said Chrissy, as she closed the bedroom door and the afternoon became old.

Chrissy suddenly remembered about Marvin. “Ohh my poor little Boo-boo!” She ran out of the back door into the garden and brought a grateful Marvin, with empty bottle and dolly, back inside. She checked his nappy, quickly recoiled and wrinkled her nose. “Oooh. Boo-boo done a poo poo?” Marvin looked around embarrassed. “Hmmmm,” said Chrissy, “Boy poo poo, I think that’s a job for your mummy. Anyway, come here and play with your dolly.” And Marvin dutifully played as Chrissy cooed over him, “Boo-boo babykins play with dolly wolly…”

I lost my reception then, but it wasn’t long before I arrived home, to see my babies both sleeping peacefully in the cot and Chrissy watching television again, a picture of the good babysitter. I said, “Have they been good?” to which Chrissy said, “Oh yes, very good. I really enjoyed it!”

“Well thank you.” I paid her babysitting fee (she said, “fifty pounds for very young babies”) and she left. I was tired too and went to bed myself.

A few days later, I had got them both changed and fed one morning, happily with a minimum of fuss. I said, “I have some good news. The Easter holidays are coming up and Chrissy will be free to come and babysit you again. How would you like that?”

“Yes,” said Marvin.

“No,” said Nikki.

“Let’s try that again,” I said.

“No,” said Marvin.

“Yes,” said Nikki. They looked at each other and giggled.

“Yes,” they said together.

[Guest Baby Tiana]

Loved it, But I would have thought the mother would have tried to do something about the nasty babysitter. Any ways my little SMARTII, you were correct about the story fairy. Thanks, can't wait for more, and see if the nasty horribly wretched babysitter comes back.

Tiana

[smarti]

How do you think Mummy should deal with the babysitter?

[Guest Baby Tiana]

I don't know, Just I think she should stand up for her babies after witnessing it all on the phone....Maybe punish her for a day?? And Not let her baby sit again? IDK though.

[smarti]

I don't know, Just I think she should stand up for her babies after witnessing it all on the phone....Maybe punish her for a day?? And Not let her baby sit again? IDK though.

It was a bright day in April, which turned out to be a bit different from our normal routine. I thought something was up when Nikki refused to get out of the cot. Marvin was unusually subdued too; I checked his nappy, soaked as usual, but he wasn’t complaining, so I put him on the floor and made for Nikki.

“Now come on Nikki,” I said, “Mummy has to go out today.” Nikki just pouted.

“No wanna.”

“Nikki!” I had to lift her physically and carry her to the change table, where I checked her nappy, which was both soiled and wet heavily.

“Oh Nikki, why didn’t you tell Mummy?” Nikki just looked away sullenly and sat there as I changed her, barely cooperating as I took off her plastic pants and the dirty nappy, forcing me to pick up her bottom to wipe her as well as when I put the new nappy under her. “Are you alright, Nikki?” I asked, but she just sighed.

I didn’t have much time to think about it, as I had an appointment with the doctor that day. I put Nikki on the floor and brought Marvin to the change table. He was still quiet, but let me change him quickly, and he seemed happy to get in a clean nappy. Still in a hurry, I left him sitting on the change table, made two bottles of formula and left them on the kitchen counter.

“Madge will babysit you today,” I said as I lifted Nikki into the high chair and tied on her bib. She was usually fed first. I got the divided baby-plate and emptied the jar of pureed meat and vegetables into it. I know it wasn’t her favourite, but I wasn’t prepared for her reaction that morning. She just refused to open her mouth at all.

“Nikki!” I said in my sternest voice, “Now, be a good girl. Mummy’s in a hurry.” I puckered her mouth and pushed a spoon in, but she just spat it out, making a mess all over her face and bib. I stood there deciding what to do. Then the doorbell rang. “That must be Madge,” I said, leaving the kitchen door open as I went to the door to answer it.

I opened the door, but I was taken aback when I saw that it was not Madge, but a pretty blonde teenage girl in school uniform. “I’m Chrissy,” she announced. “Mum couldn’t make it, and school is closed today from swine flu. She said you needed a babysitter.”

“How old are you, Chrissy?” I asked, looking at her school blazer, blouse and tie, and pleated skirt.

“I had my 18th birthday last week,” she replied. “I’m in the upper sixth form.” I looked at my watch, and I decided she would just have to do.

“Come in then, Chrissy.” I took her blazer and hung it up in the hall. “I don’t know what your Mum has told you about my babies.” Chrissy had already spotted Nikki through the open kitchen door, stuck in the high chair and with food all over her face and bib. Chrissy giggled. Nikki eyed her with embarrassment.

“This is Nikki, and that’s Marvin,” I said as I pointed. “Now I must dash, see you all this afternoon.” Marvin waved, Nikki stared. “Bye,” said Chrissy, as I rapidly put on my coat and went out of the door. I had rigged the cams to feed into my mobile phone so I could check on what was happening, and I’m glad I did, I was transfixed as I watched it on the bus and in the doctor’s waiting room.

Chrissy looked at the two big babies, all the furniture and the other baby paraphernalia, and burst out laughing. “What a hoot!” she cried. “Oooh, Nikki’s all messy.” She found a cloth and wiped Nikki’s face, roughly, as Nikki flushed with shame. “Baby made a messy,” she said, and giggled. “You are the same age as my big sister at university! You should be out of nappies by now!”

“And you!” she said, turning to Marvin. “You’re old enough to be my Dad! Fancy you being in pink baby girl stuff! Have you wet your nappy?!”

“Just changed,” Marvin managed to get out stiffly, acutely conscious of his short pink nightie with puffy sleeves hardly covering his thick nappy. “Ohhh, adorable!” said Chrissy. “You can be my little Boo-boo. Come here Boo-boo.” Marvin reluctantly got up and walked towards Chrissy. “Sit down here, Boo-boo.” She giggled. Marvin sat down on the floor, terrified of the power the young girl had over him.

Chrissy turned to Nikki, and noticed the plate of food on the high chair. “Nikki’s din-dins. You want to grow up to be a big girl!” She giggled again, and took a spoon to feed Nikki. Nikki shook her head. Chrissy slapped her sharply on the thigh. “Naughty girl!” I’d never hit Nikki before and Nikki was shocked, her mouth open. Chrissy seized the opportunity and got almost all the food in her mouth. “There you go!” she cried triumphantly as Nikki swallowed.

Chrissy took the plate away and let Nikki sit down beside Marvin. “Baby play with rattle, “ she said, handing one to Nikki. Nikki threw the rattle at Marvin and it bounced off his head,.

“Ow!” said Marvin, as he rubbed the bruise.

“Nikki!” gasped Chrissy. “Naughty baby!” She slapped Nikki twice on the back of the thigh below her nappy. Nikki had no reaction but to cry. “Into the playpen with you!” and she bundled Nikki into the playpen, which was five feet high and un-escapable.

“I think I’ve got to split you two up,” said Chrissy. She picked up a blanket and a doll. “Come with me Boo-boo, we’ll let you play in the garden.” She spotted the bottles on the counter. “That must be one each,” she reasoned aloud, and picked one up. “One for Boo-boo and one for Nikki.”

She led Marvin by the hand out of the back door, and I could just see her putting out the blanket on the grass, and giving Marvin his doll and bottle. “Now play with these, Boo-boo,” she said, and came back in, locking the door. Marvin had to sit there in his baby clothes, playing with the doll, while the neighbours watched.

Inside, Chrissy took the other bottle and got in the playpen with Nikki. “Now drinkies, Nikki.”

“Noooo,” said Nikki.

“Yeeesss!” said Chrissy. She held Nikki and forced the teat into her mouth. Nikki squirmed, and Chrissy slapped her again. “Nikki’s got to grow up into a big girl!” said Chrissy again, as she held the bottle tightly and Nikki drank in sobbing breaths, with pauses for air.

Chrissy left Nikki, sobbing and worn out, in the playpen for a while and watched television. A nappy commercial came on. “Hmmm,” said Chrissy, “How’s your nappy, Nikki?” Nikki was silent, but the milk had surely had its effect. Chrissy had to come in the playpen again and check Nikki, putting her finger inside a leg hole of the plastic pants and withdrawing it moist. “You’ve wet your nappy, Nikki,” she said sternly. “I’m going to have to change you.” She dragged Nikki out of the playpen and laid her out on the carpet. Chrissy pulled off Nikki’s plastic pants and unpinned her terry nappy, pulled it off and applied powder.

When Chrissy came back with a fresh nappy, and tried to put it under Nikki, Nikki squirmed and stuck out her tongue. “Nikki!” said Chrissy, and administered a slap. But Nikki continued squirming, so Chrissy slapped Nikki again, five times. “Nikki! You naughty girl!” But Nikki wouldn’t stop squirming. Eventually Chrissy managed to pin the nappy on her in makeshift fashion, and pulled on the plastic pants. “Naughty, naughty Nikki!” said Chrissy, taking Nikki over her knees and gave her ten smacks. Nikki howled.

“Its bed for you now,” said Chrissy, suddenly tired.

“Nooooo!” said Nikki. Chrissy didn’t answer, manhandling Nikki into the cot and doing up the side. Nikki bounced around. Chrissy pulled down the side, slapped Nikki a few more times and then tied her feet to the cot bars with cloth cords. “Nigh nigh, Nikki,” said Chrissy, as she closed the bedroom door and the afternoon became old.

Chrissy suddenly remembered about Marvin. “Ohh my poor little Boo-boo!” She ran out of the back door into the garden and brought a grateful Marvin, with empty bottle and dolly, back inside. She checked his nappy, quickly recoiled and wrinkled her nose. “Oooh. Boo-boo done a poo poo?” Marvin looked around embarrassed. “Hmmmm,” said Chrissy, “Boy poo poo, I think that’s a job for your mummy. Anyway, come here and play with your dolly.” And Marvin dutifully played as Chrissy cooed over him, “Boo-boo babykins play with dolly wolly…”

I lost my reception then, but it wasn’t long before I arrived home, to see my babies both sleeping peacefully in the cot and Chrissy watching television again, a picture of the good babysitter. I said, “Have they been good?” to which Chrissy said, “Oh yes, very good. I really enjoyed it!”

I had to bite my tongue at that, seeing all the pain and humiliation she had handed out to my poor babies, even if they had enjoyed it in parts.

“Well thank you.” I paid her babysitting fee (she said, “fifty pounds for very young babies”) and she left. I stayed up for a while thinking about to do.

A few days later, I had got them both changed and fed one morning, happily with a minimum of fuss. It appeared the sitter had made them realise how much better Mummy was. I said, “I have some news. The Easter holidays are coming up and Chrissy will be free to come and babysit you again. How would you like that?"

"No," said Marvin and Nikki together. "She's mean," said Nikki.

"But this time, I will come back a bit early," I said. Maybe we can give her a taste of her own medicine."

Marvin and Nikki giggled. "That sounds like fun!" said Marvin.

So the stage was set for a return visit.

[Guest Baby Tiana]

I liked the new ending.....thanks my little Smartii!! You are so kind

[Pollyanna Fleshman]

that young babysitter was a total bitch, but I liked the story. You write very well. I was disappointed that some action was not taken against the babysitter, such as forced diapering or something and given the same abusive treatment. That would be funny if you added that in, though.

[babynicole]

Smarti, love your story! Keep up the good work!

[smarti]

Chapter 3 - Chrissy

It was another lovely spring day in the nursery and my babies were playing happily in the playpen, as if they had known no other life. Nikki was playing with her monkey and teddy, while Marvin doodled with the activity centre. Then they both got sleepy as naptime approached, and were happy to lie down next to each other sucking on their bottles with their eyes closed, looking blissful and dreamy.

The doorbell rang to wake them up, and Nikki looked fretful. I knew who it was however - it was Chrissy come again to babysit. I opened the door. "Hello Mrs Wright," she said politely.

"Come in please, Chrissy," I said, "Thanks for coming again."

"Oh, my pleasure," said Chrissy. "I had so much fun last time." Nikki and Marvin eyed her warily. No blazer or pleated school skirt this time, she was casual in jeans and tee shirt, as it was the school holidays.

"Well Chrissy, I've made some bottles for them, and they will need feeding in about 2 hours." she nodded, and I showed her the baby food in the fridge, the plates and spoons, and the bibs.

"I think I can handle that," she said, with what I detected as a slight smirk, but I feigned not to notice, as I was sure the afternoon would not go as Chrissy expected.

"Alright. Goodbye, Chrissy." I went over to my babies and kissed them both. They giggled, slightly embarrassed. I stroked their little heads. "Mummy won't be very long. Now be good for Aunty Chrissy, won't you?"

"Yes Mummy," they said. They know something was going to happen too, although they did not know exactly what.

I waved to them all as I put on my coat and went out of the door. But I wasn't going to my sister's, as I had told Chrissy. I walked to a small triangle of grass behind our block which had a comfortable bench, where I sat, and watched the camera feed on my mobile phone.

Chrissy lost no time in getting down to business. Picking on Marvin first, she said, "Oh my little Boo-boo! Come to Aunty Chrissy for a kiss!" Marvin did as he was told, reluctantly. She planted a kiss on his forehead. "What a lovely dress you have on, my little Boo-boo! Now play pat-a-cake with me," she commanded, which he did reluctantly.

After a few minutes of this, she heard his plastic pants rustle, and announced, "I think I have to check your nappy." For poor Marvin, the bottle had had its effect. She withdrew a moist finger from his nappy leg-hole triumphantly. "Naughty Boo-boo! You've wet your nappy!" and she slapped him hard on the thigh. "Now Aunty Chrissy has to change your nappy! Lie down here on the blanket, Boo-boo." Marvin assumed a prostrate position as ordered.

She tried to pull off his plastic pants, but they were stuck on his nappy bum. She slapped him again impatiently. "Now lift up your little bum, Boo-boo," and Marvin hurried to comply, as she threaded the pants off his legs. She then unpinned the nappy and saw the extent of the wetting, and feigned shock again, as she slapped Marvin hard again. "Naughty Boo-boo! Big wetty girl!"

Watching this scene, I winced, as I knew this was one of Marvin's formative experiences with his mother. But he took it stoically with some obvious discomfort on his face. Chrissy, meanwhile, left him lying on the wet nappy as she hunted around in the nursery for a fresh nappy, some plastic pants, the wipes and powder. She pulled away the wet nappy, cleaned Marvin with the wipes and rubbed in the powder.

She played with his shrivelled sex, tugged at it contemptuously, and slapped it slightly. "Some little girl you are!" she laughed, as she pulled the nappy around him, pinned it up, and pulled on the plastic pants. "There, all done, my little Boo-boo," she giggled, giving him one more slap for luck as he crawled away.

Chrissy's attention turned to Nikki. "Now you too, little Nikki," she giggled. But Nikki, who had been lying there, did not move.

"You little monkey!" said Chrissy as she walked up to Nikki to check her nappy, just as she had checked Marvin's. But Nikki just rolled herself up into a ball. Chrissy was still able to determine that Nikki's nappy was also quite soaked. "Nikki's wet her nappy too!" gasped Chrissy.

But Nikki's response was just to raise her head from the foetal position she was in and stick her tongue out at Chrissy. "You naughty girl!" cried Chrissy. She picked up Nikki, laid he across her knees, roughly pulled down her nappy to expose her bare bottom, and started to spank Nikki hard, as she struggled. At about 5 spanks, tears were streaming down Nikki's cheeks, and it was time to act.

I made my hurried return. Chrissy continued spanking, and I managed to unlock the door and get in without being noticed, and was standing behind Chrissy as she saw my babies stare at her, and she turned around uncertainly, saw me, and dropped her jaw open.

"M-M-M-Mrs Wright!" she stammered. "Nikki was b-b-being naughty!"

Nikki cried out through her tears, "Mummy!". She quickly crawled over to me and hugged my legs tightly. I picked her up and soothed her. "There, there, sweetie. Mummy's here now," as I jogged and cuddled her, and her sobs became quieter. She coldly pointed at Chrissy, as she snivelled.

"Now what is the meaning of this, Chrissy?" I asked sternly. Chrissy hung her head. "Maybe you are not mature enough for babysitting," I said. "Perhaps you would like to join my babies in the playpen!"

At this, Chrissy flushed, and looked up. "I'm not a baby!" she said angrily.

"Oh no?" I said calmly. "Maybe I'd better show these to your mother." It was a few purple tablets I had retrieved from her purse. Chrissy goggled at the pills in shock and panic, and made a grab for them, but I was too quick. "Please don't tell my Mum!" she pleaded.

"Well, I might show them to the police!" I said. I took them away and secured them in a drawer with a combination lock. "Now, you will comply, won't you, Chrissy?" Chrissy lowered her head again glumly. I left Nikki sitting on the table as I led Chrissy into the nursery. My babies couldn't see, but chuckled with wonderment. I told her to take her shoes and socks off.

"Now off with those jeans," I said, and Chrissy peeled them off very slowly. "Now the tee-shirt." I ordered, as Chrissy pulled it over her head and tossed it with the jeans, which I picked up and folded. I went behind Chrissy and undid her bra strap, and had her hold her arms out to take it off. Now just in her panties, I told her to lie down on the change table.

I pulled off her panties and wiped and powdered her, then slid a clean terry nappy underneath her. As I pinned it up, she whispered anxiously, "You won't tell Mum, will you?"

"Not if you are a good girl," I said soothingly, as I pulled on her plastic pants. I let her pad around in the nappy while I looked for a dress, settling on a gorgeous pink satin number with puffed sleeves and a bunny on the front.

"It feels strange," she said. "Nice." I smiled and pulled the satin dress up her arms, and secured the buttons at the back. Then I led her back into the front room.

"Nikki and Samantha, here's your new playmate, Chrissy," I said, and Chrissy went to sit with them self-consciously.

"Hewwo Chrissy," said Nikki sweetly. Marvin just smiled, but Chrissy blushed the deepest crimson.

"Now it's time for your bottles," I said. "Oh my! Three bottles now!" I filled the bottles with their favourite new-born formula and handed them out.

Chrissy had been wanting a toilet anyway, but as she started drinking the bottle, it added intolerable pressure to her bladder.

"Mrs Wright, c-c-can I go to the toilet please?" asked Chrissy.

"No, Chrissy, that's what your nappy is for," I said. Once again Chrissy blushed. Then she let the flood out into her nappy, as we watched her face intently, and she reacted to the creeping warm and wet feeling in her crotch.

"Wow-wow-wow-weird!" she said, not wanting to let on that she was enjoying the tingling. We all smiled. Nikki gave Chrissy a dummy to suck and a teddy to cuddle, which she did, and lay down in her wet nappy.

After about an hour, I relented, and invited Chrissy back into the nursery to get dressed in the jeans and tee-shirt again.

Once again we emerged and Chrissy spoke up, "er, Mrs Wright, can I have my ,,, things back now?"

"I'm sorry Chrissy, no... But I will not tell anybody about it for now. Maybe you'd like to come back and babysit again some day?"

She brightened. "Yes! I promise I wouldn't do anything bad to Nikki and Samantha, ever again."

I smiled, and Nikki and Samantha smiled. And that's how it worked out. Chrissy would often come to babysit after that, and she was never any trouble. Sometimes I would get back early, and she would sometimes even ask to get into a nappy and the baby gear again on those occasions.

And we all lived happily ever after.

THE END.

[Summertime]

A good read.