Jennie's Potty-training Chapter 5 By Baby Jennie

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Sorry Jeremy 1234, but I didn't retain an original copy of Mo's "Potty-training" I downloaded from a now-defunct AB site, maybe ten years ago or more. And the copy I downloaded, I immediately (compulsively) edited the first time I read it. And then added bits and corrected grammar with subsequent readings, then added characters.... You might say the whole story kinda got out of hand! Well, out of ONE hand! But I hope you are enjoying my version none-the-less. Again thank you for th encouraging comments, story suggstions and criticisms - all gratefully accepted and taken on board. Please keep 'em coming, and I'll keep 'em cumming too! Baby Jennie in Australia

Chapter 5. Bad Baby Jennie

I awoke in the same position the next morning, but by this time the nappies clinging to my loins were heavily drenched. I could feel the delicious warm wet weight of them pressing on my bottom, and the delightful soggy thickness forced my thighs apart. Not only that, my dolly Justine was tucked under the blanket beside me and I could smell she was wet, too. It was only when I rolled onto my side that I realised a little poo-poo must have slipped out of my slackened anal sphincter during the night, without disturbing my heavy slumber. The musty fruity-herb smell of a recently-soiled nappy clouded the air around me as I sensuously wriggled onto my back, and when my peenie started to thicken, I had a wicked thought. Seeing that I had already dirtied my nappy slightly, I decided to make a thorough job of it.

I rolled onto my front again and raised my messy bottom, sliding my knees under my tummy so my big diapered rear was prominently raised. My plastic panties were stretched taut as I poked my dirty wet bum right out, the tight stretchy onesie pulling more snugly between my thighs and pressing the firm excreted turd delightfully hard against the sensitive place between my poo-poo hole and my sack. Then I spread my little legs as wide as I could, took a deep breath, and held it. I pushed down hard with my tummy muscles, my cheeks turning red and bulging with the effort, and I was rewarded with a sudden rush of hot poop from my relaxed open botty hole. I spread my damp thighs wider as I freely soiled my nappy, and then a stream of hot wee-wees unexpectedly burst from my thickening peenie as well.

I grunted and strained as I tried to empty my bowels completely in this unfamiliar position, and the heavy mush slowly oozed out of my botty hole. Semi-soft crap gradually slid down between my spread bumcheeks, where it gathered in the sagging front of my warm wet nappy. The thick creamy poop surrounding my sack and peenie was much hotter than my wee-wees, and as soon as the flow of urine dwindled to a halt, I started to swell with arousal. By the time I let myself slide down onto my tummy again, my throbbing erection was cocooned in a hot brown slurry that acted as a smelly lubricant for my twisted self-gratification. I closed my eyes and wantonly thrust myself into the exciting hot poopy mess inside my soiled wet nappies, revelling in the fantastic erotic sensations. As I slid and rocked about, the rich personal scent of my own fresh excrement mixed with the smell of my wee-wees escaped the tight elastic waistband of my baby panties, wafting about my face like a heady overpowering perfume The plastic mattress protector and my thick vinyl panties crackled and crinkled loudly, adding a wonderful auditory element to the overwhelming feelings of pleasure that engulfed me.

I don’t know how long I rocked and grunted and thrust away into my hot, saturated, poop-filled nappy, but I was totally unaware that my little sister had been awakened by my noisy masturbatory antics. She was sitting up in bed, rubbing her eyes with her tiny fists and peering at me through sleepy lids when Mummy’s hard hand came crashing down on my bobbing rear end. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! “Bad girl! Bad baby girl! Naughty Baby Jennie!” Mummy stormed angrily at me as she spanked me, and then she grabbed my writhing hips and unceremoniously rolled me onto my back. She gripped my shoulders painfully hard and shook me violently for a few seconds until my eyes lost focus, and then thrust me onto my back again and pressed my dolly into my arms. “You lie still and hold your dolly, you dirty bad baby! Pooh! What a stinky little girl! What a disgusting little creature you are! Whatever am I going to do with you, Baby Jennie?” she snarled, waving an admonishing finger at me before attending to Angie.

My cheeks were blazing with embarrassment when I realised my curious little sister had been watching me the whole time through the wooden bars, and I covered my eyes with my forearm, cowering with shame. Mummy left me lying on my back in the crib while she attended to Angie’s wet diaper, and as soon as my sister was freshly diapered and dressed in her new pink sunfrock and matching bloomers, Mummy sent her on her way with a gentle encouraging smack on her puffy diapered bottom. Then she turned her attention to me, and I cowered under the anger glinting in her olive-green eyes.

Mummy stamped on the release to unlock the crib side and let it drop with a frightening loud crash, making me jump and cry out in fright. She painfully hauled me out of the cot by one tender ear and dragged me over to the hard wooden chair waiting in the corner. I only realised her intent when she sat down and forcefully turned me over her broad lap, arranging me so my stinky wet bottom was perched high in the air and my blushing red face was almost touching the floor. She unsnapped my onesie crotch, then her hand came crashing down on my rear end, the clinging damp plastic panties seeming to amplify the sound of each hard spank. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

“Bad Baby Jennie! Bad little girl! You're a dirty, disgusting baby!” Mummy harshly reprimanded me as she soundly spanked my well-presented botty. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Despite the many layers of padding, the wet poopy nappies seemed to mould to the curves of my out-thrust seat, so each hard spank was readily transmitted to my bouncing rear end. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! “What a disgusting, dirty, bad little baby girl!” WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The thick layer of aromatic poop was smeared all over my battered bumcheeks by her vicious onslaught, but there was nothing exciting about my situation right now.

Mummy spanked my poor dirty botty long and hard, and I was sobbing uncontrollably by the time she had to pause to catch her breath. I was still bawling when she dumped me onto the change table and ripped the onesie from my body, and tore down my baby panties with a snarl. My stinky wet nappy was swiftly unpinned and stripped away, and her harsh words rained down on me unendingly as she cleaned my mucky bottom and filthy shrivelled peenie with cool moist baby wipes. In the bathtub I was hosed down with freezing cold water that morning, and Mummy’s hands were none-too-gentle as she scrubbed the smelly brown muck away from me front and back.

I was barely aware as Mummy oiled, powdered and diapered me afresh, and I remained limp and unresisting as she dressed me from head to toe like I really was a completely useless toddler. After my black patent Maryjanes were buckled over my frilly white anklet socks, she made me lift Baby Justine onto the change table. I had to undress my dolly, clean her smooth rubber crotch with a moist baby wipe, and then powder her lightly. Under Mummy’s direction, I folded the used wipe into the smelly old diaper and taped it tightly closed, then sealed it in a scented nappy sack. Then she collected Angie’s discarded wet night diaper from under the change table and wordlessly handed it to me. I had to tape another soggy used diaper around my baby dolly’s hips and then replace her pilchers and panties. When Justine was fully dressed, I sullenly gathered her into my arms and miserably hugged my wet baby to my breast without being ordered.

It was only when my nappies warmed comfortingly around me while Mummy buckled me into the back seat of the car, that I remembered it was Sunday and we were on our way to Church. Angie and I were wearing the matching pink dresses and bloomers Mummy had sewn for us, and carrying our identical baby dolls. Mummy was wearing her new pink dress too, but she wasn't smiling this morning. I miserably wondered what was going to happen to me when we arrived at the Church Nursery, then thought about meeting Justine again. I absent-mindedly rubbed the warm front of my bloomers and in spite of my embarrassing situation, my peenie started to thicken and grow hard inside my soothing wet nappy. I was oblivious to the gusting wind and the dark grey clouds gathering in the distance, the forerunners to a major storm.

I made sure Angelica wasn’t watching as I surreptitiously stroked the bloomers over the slippery front of my baby panties, and I privately revelled in the thrilling sensations from my excited thickening peenie. Before I knew it we had arrived at the Church car park, and after Mummy unbuckled my seatbelt, she unexpectedly reached inside the waistband of my bloomers and plastic panties and discovered I was already wet - and hard! She was livid, and almost snarled at me as she hauled me bodily out of the car, “You make sure you keep hold of that dolly all day, my naughty, wet little baby girl!” Mummy urged Angie to walk ahead of us and open the Nursery door, and then she grabbed my wrist and clenched it painfully in her fist. WHACK! Her other hard hand swooped down on my wet padded bottom, and I almost dropped my dolly in shock. I squealed and tried to jump away, but Mummy kept a tight hold of my wrist and smacked me all the way up the broad path to the door of the Nursery. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Because my thick nappy was only damp in the rear, it was much louder than is was painful. But I shrieked like a frightened little girl just the same, and ineffectually tried to dance out of reach of Mummy's cruel hand as the wind blew my dress and frothy petties up around my red face. When I heard a muted ripple of laughter, I felt so ashamed at being spanked by my Mummy and humiliated like a naughty toddler in front of all the bemused grown-ups heading past us on their way to Church service. I was sobbing pitifully by the time Mummy finally released my arm and thrust me away from her in disgust. “Get in the Nursery where you belong, you disgusting vile child!” I stumbled into the huge room clutching Baby Justine to my breast, my vision blurred by tears. “I only changed her nappy fifteen minutes ago, and she’s already wet herself,” she cruelly informed the woman who hobbled to the door to greet us. “I think my naughty Baby Jennie enjoys the feel of her stinky wet diapers,” Mummy growled in annoyance.

“Oh dear!” the old woman muttered in concern, holding a wrinkled blue-veined hand to her red-painted slash of a mouth. “Do you want me to change your... err... your baby daughter’s wet nappy?”

“Don’t bother,” my mother disdainfully replied. “My naughty Baby Jennie seems to like it so much, let her sit in her own waste until I return from service. What a dirty, disgusting baby girl!” Mummy muttered mostly to herself as she turned away and departed. The befuddled old woman shook her head in confusion at my mother’s callous decision, and then I spotted the Justine, the teenage Nursery attendant.

The beautiful buxom redhead was a blurry vision in soft pink that morning, her pastel-pink knitted dress clinging like a second skin to every delicious bump and curve. Her bare legs were long and lightly tanned under the brief hemline, and she wore a pair of white strappy espadrilles on her dainty feet. I don’t know why it struck me, but I also noticed her tiny toenails were painted the exact same shade as her dress. I clutched my baby doll tighter while I waddled as quickly as I could towards the delectable smiling teenager, and when she knelt and opened her arms in acceptance, I fell into her welcoming embrace with a sob of relief. Her big brown eyes were like two dark chocolate pools radiating warmth and concern, and her hands were soft and gentle on my teary face.

“Oh you poor baby! Awww! Don’t worry, Mrs O’Sullivan. You look after Angelica, and I’ll take care of our little Baby Jennie here,” Justine assured the distracted old lady, as she gathered me and my dolly in her arms and swept me away. “That’s a very pretty doll you have there, Baby Jennie. Is she yours?” She smiled when I tearfully nodded, still incapable of speech. I held my baby doll cradled in one arm and clutched Justine’s hand tightly, and let the grinning young woman lead me along like an obedient toddler. I hoped she wouldn’t ask me for my doll’s name! Once we were in the deserted tea-room, Justine lifted me off my feet and sat on the lounge, with me sitting on her knees. She tried to stop me crying, but I was temporarily inconsolable. She cooed and clucked in wordless mothering tones as she made me lie across the lounge with my head in her lap, and she tenderly dried my tears with her perfumed lace-edged handkerchief. I clutched my wet doll tighter in my arms as I cried like a big sissy, fat tears of shame rolling down my hot red cheeks.

“There there, Baby Jennie. Aww, my poor little baby girl. Oh, it’s alright, precious! It’s okay, baby, Auntie Justine has you now.” She cuddled me close to her generous bosom and rocked me in her loving embrace, and gradually my sobbing began to subside. “I know what you need,” she whispered in my ear as she tenderly cradled my head. “I know what my poor little baby girl needs to help stop her crying.” I had my weeping eyes closed so I didn’t see what she was doing, but my nostrils were filled with the delightful fragrant scent of her floral perfume. I vaguely felt her fumbling near my chin for a minute, and then something warm and wonderfully soft was pressed against my cheek and then to my pouting wet lips. “Open up, baby,” she encouraged me as she teased the erect nipple of her right breast into my open mouth. “You have a little suck on Aunty Justine’s titty. That always calms my little babies down.” My lips automatically closed around the thickening warm nipple, and I opened my eyes when I instinctively started to suck.

Justine had stretched her scoop-necked, knitted pastel-pink dress down in front, and slipped one round white breast free from the confines of her shiny pink satin bra cup. She was cradling the soft warm mound of flesh in one hand, and the fat russet nipple poking between her splayed fingers was pressed deeply into my mouth. I wanted to draw back and stare in awe at her full naked breast, but there was no way I was going to let that delectable hard nipple out of my mouth. I gazed up at her beautiful face instead and sucked for all I was worth, and the gorgeous red-headed teenager pressed her hand against the back of my head, almost mashing my face against her plump creamy titty in excitement as I drew more of her luscious teat into my greedy mouth.

“Suck, baby. That’s a good girl. Ooo, you do that so well! Suck harder, baby. Mmmm, that’s my good baby girl,” she muttered throatily as I obediently sucked harder, and for some reason I seemed to instantly calm down. As I reflexively tongued the swollen nipple against the roof of my mouth, my tears vanished like magic, and I suddenly felt warm and loved and content. Justine was softly stroking my cheek and patting my head, crooning to me in nonsense baby-talk as I continued to suckle like a hungry babe at her swollen breast. “Oh that feels good, doesn’t it, honey? Mmmm. That’s right, baby, keep sucking just like that. Oh yes! Mmmmm! Good girl. Ooo! Aunty Justine loves it when you suck her titties like that. Mmmm, good girl. Good baby girl! Oooooo!” Her sweet voice seemed to grow thicker with each passing minute and her big brown eyes suddenly squeezed tightly shut. I could feel her pressing and rubbing her thighs together under my head, and she started to tremble slightly.

“Oh yes! Oh yes, baby! Suck my nipple harder, Baby Jennie. Don't stop! Mmmmm! Good girl! Good girl!” she groaned, and then she threw back her head, carelessly tossing her mane of thick red hair over her shoulders as she began to twitch and moan incoherently. I thought she was going to crush my head for a few seconds, she squeezed me so tightly against her sweaty heaving bosom. The swollen nipple in my mouth went hard as a pebble, and her warm heavy breast seem to swell and grow suddenly firmer against my cheek. “Oh baby! Oooo!” she quietly groaned, her pink lips pulled back in the rictus of a smile, and after a minute of shuddering, her painfully tight grip on my head thankfully relaxed. I continued to suckle on her hard nipple for a few more seconds, but then she pried me away by slipping the tip of her index finger into my mouth to break my suction grip. For a moment all I could taste was nail polish, and I opened my eyes in surprised disappointment

She tenderly gazed down at me lying in her lap for a few moments, a faraway languid look in her lustrous brown eyes. “That’s enough for now, little girl,” she crooned tenderly to me as she tucked her beautiful heavy breast inside the shiny satin hammock of her pink bra. “They always get really sensitive after I cum,” she helpfully explained, as she rearranged the front of her dress, and giggled when I pouted up at her in confusion. “How old are you again, Baby Jennie?” she demanded with a throaty laugh, and I blushed when I again confessed to her that I was really thirteen. “Oh well,” she then continued, in that condescending tone adults always use when they’re discussing sexual matters with small children. “Don’t worry about it, my pretty little girl. I’m sure you’ll find out what Aunty Justine means soon enough.” Her cryptic remarks did nothing to satisfy my curiosity, but I didn’t care when she reached down and grabbed my hardness through my warm wet nappies and continued playfully. “I’m sure my naughty little girl has been experimenting with her hands inside her wet nappies already. Haven’t you now, Baby Jennie?” Her tone turned coy and secretive, and when I shook my head in confused denial, she merely threw back her head and laughed loudly in disbelief as she continued to thrillingly caress my excited groin.

She rubbed the pink cotton bloomers up and down over the prominent bulge with her palm, and the soft cloth slithered sensuously over the smooth plastic panties underneath. Her big brown eyes watched my face speculatively as she squeezed and rubbed me, teasing the throbbing hardness trapped beneath. Suddenly I wanted her to touch me down there - touch me inside my nappies! My nappies were a warm wet prison for me now, and I was desperate to be free of their humid confines. But Justine obviously had other plans, because she released her thrilling grip on my nappy front and sat me up, and then helped me unsteadily to my feet. With a smile and a bemused shake of her head at the obvious bulge in my panties, she took me by the hand and led me slowly waddling outside to play with the other toddlers in the Nursery. I knew my bloomer panties were tenting out in front, but my floaty pink sundress and frothy petticoats were thankfully long enough to conceal the fact.

I found my eyes locked on the fascinating curves of Justine’s bosom and the entrancing glimpses of cleavage she slyly offered me for the remainder of the morning, and my throbbing stiffie wouldn’t go down, even when I was desperate to do another wee-wee. I had to slink off by myself and will my erection away before I could thankfully empty my straining full bladder. But as soon as I finished peeing, I started to grow hard again inside my deliciously warm wet nappy. Because it felt so good, I would secretly rub the front of my panties whenever I thought no one was watching. I spent the remainder of the hour in a state of constant arousal, and I was practically a shivering wreck by the time Mummy came to collect us after service.

As soon as Mummy spied me, she frowned and motioned me to come to her with a summoning wave of her hand. I awkwardly clambered to my feet with my dolly in my arms, and waddled slowly over and was coldly ordered, “Lift up your dress, Baby Jennie. Let Mummy check that droopy nappy to see how wet you are.” Of course I was saturated by this time, and she simply pulled the waistband of my bloomers and my plastic panties away from my tummy and sniffed loudly in contempt. “Oh dear! What a smelly, wet little girl you are, Baby Jennie!” She made sure she scolded me loudly enough for everyone in the Nursery to hear, then announced, “That nappy is too wet to last my little nappy-wetter through breakfast. I think we’d better change your saturated nappy right away, little girl.” She produced the pink checked vinyl change bag from behind her back and grabbed my wrist, turning her attention to Justine standing behind me. “Would you like to help me change Baby Jennie’s wet nappy, Justine?” I turned to gaze up at the beautiful smiling teenager, but she ignored my pleading eyes to look at my stern-faced Mummy.

Why certainly, Mrs. R!” she agreed with an amused smirk, her rich chocolate eyes lighting up with poorly concealed glee. “Let me escort you to the tea-room, where we can have a little more privacy.” Justine walked ahead of us, and I stared at the beautiful big bottom under her tight clinging pink dress as it swayed and danced hypnotically before my eyes. Mummy kept my slender wrist in her iron grip and before I knew it, my pink vinyl-backed change mat was being spread out on the old grey sofa by the smiling buxom teenager. I was then lifted onto my back on the lounge Justine had so recently used to breastfeed me. I knew I was still mostly hard inside my hot wet nappy, and I desperately tried to will my shameful erection away while Mummy pulled down my frilly bloomers and plastic panties.

“She’s very wet,” Justine commented, when she spied the saturated front of my nappy, and Mummy paused to order me to lift my bottom so she could make sure the protective change mat was spread out properly beneath me.

“Baby Jennie is always wet. I think she likes sitting in her wet nappies. And down, baby,” Mummy coldly directed at me, and when my damp bottom obediently dropped, she immediately unfastened the big pink pins and lowered the saturated yellow front of my clinging wet nappy.

“Oh yes, Baby Jennie certainly seems to love her warm wet nappies,” Justine wryly observed, when my embarrassing erection was finally revealed. “Here, let me clean her up?” she asked my grim-faced mother, who stood beside us watching carefully as the gorgeous teenager began wiping my hard red stiffie and glistening crotch with some cool baby wipes. She towered over me and leaned forward between my splayed legs, till her bountiful breasts almost spilled free from her scoop-necked dress. With each tantalising swipe of the soothing wipes her cleavage deepened, then opened again, and my stiffie only seemed to swell harder.

“Lots of my little charges get so excited when Aunty Justine has to clean up their messes,” she commented airily as she disposed of the used wipe in a handy bin, and then she easily raised my gathered ankles with one hand. She tilted me further back onto my shoulders so my damp bottom was shamefully exposed, and carefully cleaned between my cheeks with a dismissive gay laugh. “Sometimes it’s almost impossible to pin them into their clean nappies afterwards. Let me show you what I usually do with the over-excited ones,” she suggested with a twinkling smile, as she finished poking a wipe-covered finger right inside my delicate wrinkled rosebud, till I squealed piteously at the unwarranted intrusion. She carelessly let my ankles drop and discarded the brown-stained wipe in the nearby trash can, after a significant glance to my unsmiling mother. Then she washed her hands at the sink, and stepped over to the tiny fridge under the bench against the wall.

I didn’t see Justine remove the big steel spoon from the freezer, but I squealed in alarm when she used it to cup my sensitive ball sack. The frozen spoon had the instantaneous desired effect, and my throbbing stiffie quickly wilted under this unfair assault. I tried to clamp my legs shut and wriggle away from the freezing steel pressed to my shrinking balls, but Mummy grabbed hold of my knees and forced them wider apart, and harshly commanded me to behave and lie still. I started to sniffle and then cry real tears of pain and humiliation, and my face grew hotter when Justine loudly observed, “I normally give my teary little ones a dummy to suck on when I do this to them. It seems to help calm their crying. Does Baby Jennie have a dummy she can suck?” she asked my sneering mother, who shook her head disdainfully.

“No, Baby Jennie doesn't have a dummy. Not yet,” was Mummy’s distantly yelled reply as she pressed me back, relentlessly holding me in place until my shrivelling peenie and scrotum had almost disappeared inside my body. I shrieked and wailed with discomfort and shuddered violently all over, and gazed up uncomprehendingly at my cruel red-headed tormentress through eyes blurred by tears. Her beautiful face was impassive and her dark eyes unreadable, but I’m sure mine expressed my sense of confusion and betrayal. “I must remember that trick,” my Mummy noted in a thoughtful tone, and I shuddered at the frightening potential of her comment.

As soon as Mummy released my knees, she grabbed my ankles and forced them high over my head. Justine slipped a clean prepared nappy underneath my folded frame, and Mummy lowered my trembling botty onto the soft pile of waiting fluffy terrycloth. She watched with almost professional interest, nodding with approval as the pretty teenager thoroughly powdered my miniscule pale scrotum and shivering bottom, and then expertly pinned the fresh nappy tightly over my hips with two big pink pins each side.

“She’s certainly a very heavy wetter, your Baby Jennie,” Justine commented with authority as she closed the second pin on the last side. “Two pins each side will certainly help to stop her saturated nappies from sliding off, and make it harder for this inquisitive little Miss to slip her naughty little hands inside her tight wet nappies.” Mummy only compressed her lips tightly at that prophetic comment, and Justine replaced my damp plastic panties and then pulled my bloomers up my compliantly raised legs. “There you go, Baby Jennie!” Justine brightly exclaimed, as she lifted me to my feet and handed me my doll, and then she urged me towards my Poe-faced Mother with an encouraging crisp smack on my heavily padded rear. “A fresh, clean-smelling baby girl - for the moment.”

“Yes - for the moment,” my Mummy agreed with an exaggerated sigh of long suffering, as I waddled towards her clutching my Baby Justine. “Certainly she won’t stay dry for very long. My wicked Baby Jennie seems to love weeing and pooing in her nappies like a naughty little baby, making lots of yucky stinky messes for her poor Mummy to clean up.” I ducked my head and felt my cheeks grow warm with shame at Mummy's embarrassing revelations, which only seemed to inspire my mother to further humiliate me. “Oh and by the way, did Baby Jennie tell you what she named her new baby dolly? This one, that I purchased for her yesterday?”

“Why no, she didn’t,” replied the teenager with a grin, as she glanced at the doll I still clutched in my arms. “I was admiring Baby Jennie’s dolly earlier. She certainly is a lucky baby girl.” She turned to me and asked in honeyed toddler tones, “What is your pretty baby’s name, Baby Jennie?” She spoke to me exactly as though she was addressing a shy little girl, and my mother’s cruel smile only grew broader.

I shrank away from Justine’s searching gaze and felt my cheeks grow hotter at her condescending tone. But my Mummy’s harsh expression warned me I’d better tell the truth, so I hesitantly admitted; “Her name- My baby- Her name is Baby Justine,” I finally blurted in an embarrassed rush. I felt so humiliated, but the amused teenager seemed to take pity on me.

After briefly laughing, the stunning young woman knelt down in front of me, and my eyes locked on her deep inviting cleavage without conscious thought. “I think that’s a lovely compliment, Baby Jennie,” she told me, as she lifted my drooping chin with one beautifully manicured pink fingernail, making me lift my gaze till I could see she was beaming with delight. "What a precious little baby girl you are!" I began to feel better, until Mummy nastily interrupted.

“Oh, my Baby Jennie certainly seems to have a crush on you, Justine. As you probably know, little girls develop crushes on their pretty babysitters so easily. But I’m glad to see you know how to treat naughty little babies like mine, especially when changing their wet nappies.”

“As I said before, Mrs R,” Justine replied evenly, standing beside my mother and taking my small hand possessively in hers. “If you want to leave a change of nappies with me for this pretty little baby girl, I’d be happy to change her for you when she’s too wet.”

“I’ll certainly think about it,” Mummy promised, and then collected Angie and her doll Baby Sophie, and led us out to the car. The morning sun had disappeared behind a wall of dark grey clouds, the sombre weather appearing to change to match my gloomy circumstances.

As soon as my mother and Angelica walked a few paces ahead, Justine leaned closer to me and whispered conspiratorially in my ear. “Sorry about the frozen spoon trick. But I wanted your Mummy to feel confident about leaving you with me in the future, and letting me change your wet nappies. I’ll make it up to you next time I babysit you, I promise.” The chill wind whipped her words away and lifted my dress and petticoats distractingly, and with both hands occupied, I struggled to keep my flying hemline in place. Justine fell silent as she handed me over to Mummy to buckle into our car’s back seat, and she smiled and waved to us as we drove off, trying to hold her windblown red hair down with her other hand.

I was sullen and miserable when Daddy secured me in the highchair at our usual Sunday restaurant for breakfast, but Angie sitting in her highchair opposite was so bubbly and excited, she chattered enough for all of us. She insisted Mummy place our dolls carefully on a seat together at the table, and a tiny smile tugged at the corners of my mouth when I saw how cute our pretty twin babies looked sitting side-by-side. After my bib was clipped around my neck by a helpful grinning young waitress, Mummy proceeded to feed me my breakfast while Daddy fed Angie, and my parents openly discussed me as though I wasn’t even there. When I realised there wasn't even a strut in front to rub myself against, I slumped dispiritedly in my infantile restraints.

Mummy mentioned my apparently diminishing bladder and bowel control, and after a glance at Angelica chewing busily away, quietly informed Daddy she suspected Baby Jennie was starting to enjoy her wet and dirty nappies. As Mummy spoon-fed me, they acted as though I couldn’t understand what they were saying, and then it occurred to me that they didn’t appear to be acting. I felt a chill premonition when I realised they really did view me as a toddler who needed potty-training, and who had unfortunately acquired some unsavoury bad habits. My cheeks grew hotter and my ears buzzed with humiliation, until I tried to blot out their shameful conversation by thinking about something else. When I felt my nappy grow warm around my bottom, the familiar heat comforted me, and I relaxed completely and let my lovely hot wee-wees flow freely into my thick and thirsty swaddling. I fixated on the memory of Justine‘s beautiful firm teat in my mouth earlier that morning, simply opening my mouth whenever the spoon approached, chewing and then swallowing with difficulty through a throat thick and tight with shame.

Mummy informed Daddy that her big sister Cathy was coming to visit for the afternoon, to meet their new big baby girl. After they both glanced meaningfully at me, she didn’t seem surprised when he immediately decided to drive to his golf club, and play golf or cards with the boys for the rest of the day. My Aunty Cath is a real bossy-boots, and the whole family normally tries to stay out of her way. Except Mummy, of course; but sometimes Aunty Cath even bosses her around unmercifully. The black clouds had rolled over and the first fat drops of rain were falling as we drove home, my nappies growing wetter in sympathy as Daddy switched on the swishing windscreen wipers. Once in our driveway, Mummy unbuckled us and quickly ushered us inside before the torrential downpour really started. Daddy drove away alone, while I had to follow Mummy upstairs leading Angelica by the hand for her diaper change. She undressed my sister completely and lifted her onto the table.

My sister had done a big smelly poo-poo in her wet diaper, and after I had carefully removed the saggy soiled disposable from under her raised bottom, Mummy took it from me without a word. I was made to clean Angie’s dirty bot-bot and puffy stained slit thoroughly with baby wipes, and I thankfully managed not to smear any yucky excrement on me this time. I had to massage in the scented pink baby lotion, and powder my little sister all over before taping a fresh diaper around her loins, and then Mummy lifted her down from the change table. She dressed Angie in a white Barbie onesie, her pink sneakers and some red snap-crotch shorts, and told her to go and play with her baby doll.

As soon as my sister vanished from sight, Mummy took my doll from Angie’s bed and placed her on her back on the change table. I was expecting her to lift me up onto the padded table for a nappy change, and glanced up at her in surprise. “It’s time to change your Baby Justine’s diaper too, don’t you think, Baby Jennie?” From her condescending tone I knew she didn’t expect a reply, and simply undressed my baby, untaping the smelly stale diaper with relief and then folding it and taping it closed, before placing it in the nappy sack she held open and waiting for me. As soon as that was discarded in the bin beside the change table, Mummy turned to me and her olive-green eyes were cold and unforgiving. She took the stinky wet diaper from under the change table where she had placed it, and carefully handed the foul-smelling item to me.

“Tape this dirty diaper on your baby,” she disdainfully ordered, and my face fell as she snapped, “and be careful about it!” My bottom lip stuck out despondently when I lifted my baby doll’s bottom and delicately slid the awful poopy diaper under her. Brown poo-poo stuck to Justine as soon as I lowered her pink rubber flesh into the soft pile of excrement, and I grimaced with distaste as I gingerly taped the re-sealable tabs in place. I replaced my doll’s plastic panties as carefully as I could, and was relieved when no poop managed to leak out. I slid Justine’s frilly rumba panties into place when ordered, and almost gagged when Mummy made me clutch my dirty stinky baby to my breast. My nappies were lovely and warm and wet, and I was confused when Mummy led me out to the laundry without even checking me.

I had to wash another load of smelly wet nappies before I could go and play 'Mummies and babies' with Angie, but after a few minutes of playing together, my sister frowned and pushed me away. “Pee-yew! Your baby stinks!” she complained bitterly. “You’re not a very good Mummy, Baby Jennie.” Her frown deepened as she concentrated, and then she smiled forgivingly. “But maybe that’s 'cause you’re still just a baby, too!” My curt retort was cut short by the loud ringing of our front doorbell, and I was so startled, a little lump of wet poop uncontrollably slipped out of my poo-poo hole before I could squeeze my sphincter shut. Oh no! Aunty Cath was here, and I was wet and dirty again!

Well baby? Did it work? Did you make a mess in your nappy, little one? If you wanna read the next chapter, you better post a response telling me what you think, okay? Hugs from Baby Jennie in Australia

[Baby D]

This was my favorite chapter so far! Keep it up and I definitely want to see more chapters posted!

[the diaper mike]

more plz

[CDLover]

Wow.. almost makes me want to be a sissy little girl. Great Story!!

CDL