Fiction - Her new sissy baby

Her New Sissy Baby

“Now…I know this is going to be hard for you, but the first step for you
to take is to admit that you’re a sissy. It’ll make things go much
easier from here on if you do. Understand Joshy? You and I both know it,
but I think it would be best if you were to say it out loud.

“Can you do that for me Honey?” she asked in her sweetest voice.

My face was beet red and it was impossible for me to say the humiliating
words, especially with Lauren standing right there, so instead, I just
nodded my head.

“Go ahead, Joshy—tell us what you are,” her friend prompted me.

My bottom felt like someone was holding a red hot skillet to it and I
was more than terrified of going back over Aunt Emily’s lap.

“I-I’m a s-sissy,” I mumbled, barely audible.

“You can do better than that, Joshy,” Aunt Emily chided me good-naturedly.

“I’m a-a sissy,” I said with more authority and certainty.

“That’s better baby,” she said, obviously happier with my performance,
“And now it’s time to put you into your new underwear. As you can see,
I’ve got stacks and stacks of soft, cuddly diapers for you to wear and
wet, and plenty of cute plastic panties in all sorts of colors. And
don’t worry Baby, before long, you won’t even notice you’re wearing them.

“So--we have a few new rules now--from now on, I want you to ask me to
change you when you’re wet but since this is your first time, you can
just ask to be put into your diapers—okay Joshy?”

My cheeks were buzzing with shame as I looked furtively at Lauren,
hoping maybe she was making ready to leave. Unfortunately, she was still
keenly interested in my situation and she was only too happy to see me
humiliate myself.

“Go ahead, Honey, ask for your di-dees,” she said to me encouragingly.

Swallowing hard, I fidgeted nervously, shuffling my feet as I stalled. I
didn’t want to be humiliated with wearing diapers but my bottom was
burning like a furnace.

Aunt Emily reached down and brought my face back up to look her in the
eyes again.

“Joshy?”

I cleared my throat nervously.

“Will you p-please put me in my d-diapers, Aunt Emily?” I stammered,
blushing furiously. I had never been so ashamed in my entire life.

Her pretty face broke into a ravishing grin.

“Well since you asked so nicely, how could I refuse such a request?

“Oh, and one more thing--I want you to start calling me ‘mommy’ from now
on, because I’m going to be your mommy from here on. No more ‘Aunt
Emily’—its ‘mommy’ for my little Diaperkins, okay?”

I blushed hotly and nodded my head in shameful agreement.

She led me over to the changing table and set me down on it carefully
although despite the cool vinyl surface, it hurt terribly on my
scorched, blazing backside. I let out a cry of pain and unsuccessfully
fought back a pair of tears that trickled down my face.

“Poor little baby,” Aunt Emily said sympathetically, “I’ll rub some
diaper rash ointment on your warm little fanny.”

True to her word, she squeezed a large handful of the creamy substance
into the palm of her hand and began applying it across my hot, stinging
cheeks. With one hand, she held my ankles up high, exposing my bright
red bottom to Lauren as she slowly rubbed the soothing crème into my
skin. I whimpered with pain and humiliation as she finished her task and
then slid three thick diapers under my raised rump. With a deft
movement, she tugged my yellow panties down my legs and threw them into
the trash without a word. Laying me down gently, she picked up the baby
powder and began shaking it generously over my crotch and belly.

Taking her time, she rubbed the sweetly scented powder all over, from my
chest all the way down to between my legs. The familiar scent brought
surprisingly strong memories of babyhood flooding back and I balled my
fists in mute frustration. Softly rubbing the silky powder into my
swollen, c-m-filled balls, she seemed to take an especially long amount
of time and looking up at her big boobs barely contained in her top, my
pen-s throbbed in futile frustration within its hard plastic prison.

I squirmed in silence as she hummed a pleasant tune and finally pulled
the soft, bulky cloth up between my legs, pinning either side around my
hips with pink bunny-headed safety pins.

“That’s my little baby,” she said encouragingly as she beeped my wet nose.

“Now—let’s pick out an extra special pair of plastic panties for our
little princess,” she said gaily.

Opening up the dresser drawer, she sifted through stacks of neatly
arranged plastic pants until she pulled out a white pair with pink polka
dots. I saw that they had lilac lace around the legs with a single fancy
bow on the waistband.

“Here you are, Joshy!” she exclaimed, “I think these will be just
perfect for your first day in diapers.”

She made it sound like a momentous occasion like I were heading off to
grad school or something. Instead, she was putting the final touch on my
transition to babyhood.

I cringed as she gathered the leg openings and began snaking them up
over my ankles.

“These will make sure you don’t have any ‘accidents’ or wet the
furniture,” she assured me with confidence.

I gulped as she pulled the noisy panties up my smooth legs and began
working them over the embarrassing, fat diaper I was wearing. Tugging
and using her fingernails, she worked the panties up and around, making
sure she got a perfect fit around my hips and thighs.

“There!” she said happily, “You’re all diapered and ready for your nap!”

I really didn’t want to take a nap but I sure didn’t want to end up over
her lap again. I whimpered and pouted, showing my displeasure not unlike
many a toddler being sent to bed for his daily nap.

“Aww, mommy’s baby wants to stay up, does he?” she asked with mock
concern, “Here you go Joshy, maybe this will make you feel better.”

She took a large pink rubber pacifier and pushed it against my lips,
forcing it inside until I found myself passively su-king on it. I felt
so utterly babyish as I looked down at the shiny white and pink vinyl
panties surrounding my bulging diapers while I sucked helplessly on the
rubber nipple filling my mouth.

“We just need a comfy sleeper outfit for you and you’ll be all ready for
your crib,” she informed me.

Walking over to the closet, my aunt sorted through the various dresses
and rompers until she found a soft, fuzzy Care Bears onesie, with
ruffled sleeves and leg openings. Bringing it over, she helped me out of
my sissy top and slipped the plush, cozy garment over my head. She
pulled the stretchy fabric down over my chest and I noticed there was
some sort of elastic in the waist that hugged me, yet allowed for
freedom of movement and comfort. The bottom half was cut large enough to
allow for a big, thirsty diaper, even one as oversized as mine was. Aunt
Emily continued humming to herself as she drew the front and back
sections together between my legs and secured the four snaps shut.

Even though it fit me remarkably well, I could still see glimpses of my
shiny plastic panties underneath at the leg holes and the elastic waist
ensured my bell shape would be unmistakable to anyone seeing me. It was
obvious there would be no doubt that I was very well diapered underneath
this babyish outfit.

“Stand up Joshy, so we can take a look at you,” Aunt Emily said
enthusiastically.

With great reluctance, I got to my feet and soon realized I couldn’t
stand in my normal fashion due to the thick but soft bulk between my legs.

“Oh my!” Aunt Emily exclaimed as she put her slim feminine hand in front
of her mouth, “Aren’t you just the cutest thing in the world!”

I blushed anew and realized the rest of my look coincided perfectly with
the onesie and diapers. My hair was still in pigtails, held up by the
pink bow and my Keds with the white anklets added further to my babyish
appearance.

“Come along now Joshy,” she said as she patted my fat diapered bottom,
“Let’s go say goodbye to your guests and then its beddie-bye time for you.”

I shook my head and muffled a protest but the pacifier in my mouth
prevented me from speaking clearly.

“Here you go Joshy—and here’s a cuddly teddy bear for my little princess
to hold onto,” she said, placing the diapered bear in my arms like it
was perfectly normal.

I pouted and sulked as she led me out of the nursery and back outside
again where my aunt’s friends were talking amongst themselves. My face
and chest flashed crimson all over again as the women turned to face me
in my most recent ensemble.

“Well, that’s quite an improvement,” Vanessa remarked dryly, “I see you
put your sissy back into his diapers again.”

I resented her remark, if for no other reason than it implied I had been
in diapers recently before today but it was their giggles and laughter
that really burned me up.

“Yes, it’s been long overdue, but Joshy will be spending his days and
nights diapered and dressed like a proper baby girl from now on. We got
off to a bit of a rough start, but after putting him over my lap, we got
things squared away in no time, didn’t we Joshy?”

The girls laughed in amusement and I felt my eyes brimming with tears of
humiliation. I could tell by the looks on their faces that they’d heard
every slap of Aunt Emily’s paddle on my bottom, not to mention, my
bawling like a baby.

“Apparently,” Lauren told them, “Joshy here hasn’t been properly weaned
because the only way I could quiet him down was to breastfeed him like a
little baby.”

Hot waves of shame rolled over me as they looked at me like a childish
toddler in need of his mommy.

“Did he actually nurse from you then?” Jessica asked, a little surprised.

“Just like a newborn baby,” Lauren replied, “I could hardly get my
nipple out of his mouth without him whimpering and carrying on—it looks
like I’ll have to make regular visits here so I can satisfy his need for
br.east milk.”

The girls shook their heads and stared at me while I wilted with
embarrassment.

“Say goodbye to your guests now Joshy, and then it’s off to your crib
for the afternoon,” Aunt Emily told me.

I wasn’t sure what to do until my aunt took my hand and made me wave at
her gathered friends, a childish gesture that brought forth even more
giggles at my expense.

Their laughter followed me and rang in my ears as I trudged back down
the hall, Aunt Emily holding my hand as if I were a child.

“I know this has been a big day for you Joshy, but don’t worry—you’ll
feel much better after a nice, long nap,” she told me as she led me into
the nursery. I was still on the verge of tears and frustrated that there
didn’t seem to be anything I could do to change my circumstances.
Perhaps I could escape, once she’d let me alone in the crib, I mused.

Pulling back the baby blankets, Aunt Emily patted the smooth, shiny
waterproof mattress covering and beckoned me to lie down. Reluctantly, I
waddled onto it and she drew the soft, fuzzy baby-blue blanket over my

body.

“That’s a good baby,” she commended me as she pulled the side of the
crib bars up to snap into place.

She bent over the top, giving me a fabulous view of her massive br.easts
as she stretched to reach something. However, to my surprise and dismay,
I saw that the crib had a locking top that folded with an additional set
of bars over the upper rim, making the crib a veritable cage. I was
trapped like an animal!

Aunt Emily beamed down on me like a proud mother as she clicked the
locking top shut and blew me a kiss.

“Happy sissy dreams, Joshy,” she bade me, “When you wet your diapers—

you
just call out and I’ll come and change you—okay Sugarplum?”

I couldn’t believe that! There was no way I was going to purposely wet
my diapers for her.

Stopping at the door long enough to turn out the lights, Aunt Emily
waved me goodbye and then closed the door part way behind her.

There was only a Cinderella night light to provide illumination but the
sunlight coming from the single window removed any sense that it was
bedtime for me. Somewhere outside, my friends were playing rough and
causing trouble while I was locked up in this nursery, diapered like a
baby and helpless to do anything about it.

I could vaguely hear the laughter and conversation of Aunt Emily’s
friends and I was sure they were enjoying themselves and making smug
comments at my expense. My aunt had made very clear who was in charge
here and I smoldered with resentment and humiliation. I had let her
trick me all along and now I was her obedient child, subject to her
every perverse whim. It was infuriating because she was “only” a woman
and guys my age were supposed to be tougher than that. No
self-respecting guy would let a woman push her around like that. The
unfairness of it all burned at me like a hot coal.

It was all the more grating that Aunt Emily and her friends were a group
of hot babes, totally untouchable by me. They were sexy and pretty, yet
I was denied the satisfaction of even mast.r-bat.ng to their memories!
It was too much to bear! And now they knew I had been paddled for
misbehavior and put into diapers. What could possibly be worse? Could I
possibly sink any lower as a guy?

Reaching down, I could barely feel my privates, so thick were my
diapers. It sure didn’t help any that I was still horny as all hell. It
had been nine days now since I had last c-m, and I was frantic for some
relief. I had tried over and over, but in the end, all my efforts to
find a way out of my cursed chastity device had met with abysmal
failure. I was becoming resigned to being subject to Aunt Emily’s rigid
control over my sexuality, to say nothing of my attire but I still hated it.

I tried to blank out the memories of their mocking laughter and their
superior expressions but I just couldn’t. These women would never forget
that I had been spanked, breastfed, and dressed like a baby by my aunt,
turned into a sissy infant who hadn’t fought back in the slightest. I
blushed anew, every time I relived the mortifying experience in my mind.

Finally, after an hour of bored tossing and turning, I fell asleep.

“Hi Joshy,” my aunt whispered at me.

I opened up my eyes to see my aunt’s pretty features glowing happily as
she bent over the opened crib to look down at me. Her big br.easts were
pressed together, looking as if they were going to burst out of her snug
white top at any moment. In her slim hand, she held a large baby bottle
filled with milk and she was lowering it down towards my face. I could
see a drop of milk about to drip from the end of the brown rubber
nipple, threatening to spill on my face.

“Time to wake up, Sweety,” she sang as she positioned the warm nipple at
my lips.

“Uh-uh,” I protested weakly and I tried to move my head away but Aunt
Emily reached down with her free hand and pinched my nose just enough to
prevent my movement. I saw little more than her exquisitely manicured
long nails as I struggled briefly.

“Open up, Baby,” she smiled and as soon as I opened my mouth for air,
she pushed the wet nipple into my mouth.

“That’s a good baby girl,” she cooed, “Drink your ba-ba like a good baby.”

I squealed and felt the warm milk trickling into my mouth, despite my
efforts to the contrary. The rubber nipple felt oddly familiar against
my tongue and it compounded my feeling of babyishness. Aunt Emily smiled
with satisfaction and her other hand reached down to gently squeeze the
front of my crotch.

“Did baby wet herself during her nap?” she asked, using a pouty voice
reserved for toddlers.

“Uh-uh,” I tried to say but it was muffled as I swallowed another
mouthful of warm milk. I hated drinking milk--if for no other reason
than I associated it with my infancy and nursing it from a bottle
certainly reinforced that feeling in me.

“Good for you,” she congratulated me, although her tone lacked
sincerity, “Now you make sure you drink it all down—I don’t allow any
wasting in this house.”

Not surprisingly, my bottom was still sore from earlier and I certainly
didn’t want to risk another trip over her lap. Since there was no way I
could overcome my aunt physically, I reasoned that my best bet lay in
cooperating and trying to get back on her good side again. Maybe there
was still some hope of convincing her to let me return to my previous
status as a young man. To that end, I finished the bottle submissively
as she held it and supervised my efforts. While I drank the milk, I also
drank in her luscious curves which was hard not to do, considering her
big, mouthwatering br.easts filled my immediate view. She was wearing a
snug halter top with spaghetti straps that clung deliciously to her
wonderful bosom.

Suddenly, I found myself ravenously horny. Looking into her pretty,
loving eyes and then down to the soft, smooth skin of her twin melons
hanging before my face, she was the very picture of sexual motherhood. I
wanted desperately to stroke my pen-s for all it was worth and it
twitched frantically in my diaper. I felt it grow and it quickly found
the limits of my CB, preventing any further growth. Squirming
uncomfortably, I nursed passively at the bottle as my wiener fought in
futility against its implacable plastic prison. Oh, how I hated that
damn thing!

“You’re almost finished Joshy, just the other half to go,” Aunt Emily
said, misunderstanding my fidgeting.

I whimpered helplessly at her total control over me, even as I
submissively nursed on the baby bottle. Finally, I finished and Aunt
Emily pulled the bottle out of my mouth.

“That’s a good baby,” she said happily.

Standing up, she took my hand and helped me out of the crib.

I was still unaccustomed to the feeling of the thick bulk of my diapers
between my legs and around my hips, and it reminded me constantly of my
infantile status.

“You can play with your toys for another hour while I make dinner—okay
Joshy?” she told me.

“Okay,” I replied, although I certainly had no intention of playing with
the Barbie dolls or teddy bears scattered throughout the nursery. As my
aunt walked out of the room, I suddenly became aware of a strong need to
take a pee.

Walking out of the softly lit nursery, I went down the hall to the
bathroom, but found the door closed. I knocked curiously but couldn’t
hear anyone inside so I tried the knob, only to find it locked. Not
believing my own senses, I tried it again but it was, without a doubt,
very locked.

I looked around but I knew there was only one way to get in. I went into
the kitchen where Aunt Emily was making dinner and stood uncertainly
before her.

“Umm, Aunt Emily?--”

“It’s ‘Mommy’ now—remember?” she interrupted as she looked over briefly
to see what I wanted.

I cleared my throat to say the unfamiliar term again.

“M-Mommy?” I asked tentatively, “For some reason, the bathroom door
seems—um, to be locked…”

“Yes, I know,” she said simply, without looking up from what she was doing.

“But…I can’t get in there to go to the bathroom,” I said insistently.

“Mm-hm, that’s right,” she continued with apparent indifference.

“But how am I going to go pee?” I asked in exasperation, “I hafta go--bad!”

Finally, she turned to face me. Crossing her slim arms over her fabulous
chest, she smiled knowingly at me.

“That’s what your diapers are for Sweety-pie,” she told me, “Just relax
and let what comes natural happen.”

“But couldn’t I just take my diapers down and go real quick?” I pleaded,
trying to win her over with my adolescent logic.

“Its time we set a few rules here, Joshy,” Aunt Emily said firmly as she
turned and stood over me, “First off—you must never touch your diapers,
only mommy and her adult friends can do that—do you understand me?”

“I-I…” I wasn’t sure what to say and visions of her hot friends pulling
my wet diapers down to change me filled me with dread.

“Joshy? Do you understand?” she repeated, “Babies don’t change their own
diapers—only adults do.”

I felt like arguing that I was an adult but my bottom was still
sore from earlier. And I still resented the hell out of being forced
into this position of being a diaper dependant toddler but I couldn’t
see any way out at the moment.

“O-Okay,” I said without conviction.

“Good. Now the other thing is that you don’t have to go poo-poo in your
di-dees. When you feel the need for that, you just call me and I’ll take
you in and pull your diapers down for you. Okay, Sweety?”

I blushed at the thought of her taking my diapers down in the bathroom
while I stood there helplessly.

“Okay, I guess. But what about now?” I pressed her, “I hafta go pee
now—real bad!”

Aunt Emily reached down and took my hand, gently leading me into the
living room where she sat us both down at the couch together.

“Sometimes the first time can be kind of difficult,” she said as she
looked at me and held my hand in hers. Even through the tension of my
angst, I still felt an electric sensation at the feminine softness of
her hand and I blushed as I returned her intent gaze.

“It’s okay Joshy,” she said in that sweet voice of hers, “All babies wet
their diapers—soon, you won’t even realize you’re doing it.”

“But I’m not a baby,” I protested.

“Have you looked in a mirror anytime recently? You look to me like a
sissy toddler girl.”

I blushed deeply, knowing she was exactly right. And for a moment, I
forgot about the fact that she had been the architect of my infantile
appearance.

“I could tell from the first moment I saw you at my door that you
belonged in diapers and baby clothes,” she said, smiling warmly again,
“You have such a naturally prissy side to your personality…I’m sure
you’ll find your nursery much more to your liking than your old bedroom.”

My face reddened at her assumptions of me and I looked away, at a sudden
loss for words. I hated the fact that my beautiful aunt though of me as
nothing but a natural sissy who belonged in diapers and dressed as a baby.

At the same time, my bladder was now sending me an urgent appeal to do
something about my need.

“Aunt Emily—I gotta go pee!” I complained.

“Go ahead Sissy,” she said patting my hand gently, “Show mommy what a
big baby you are.”

I bit my lip and shifted in my seat, trying to will my bladder into
submission but I could tell it was a losing battle. The pressure was so
great, I reasoned that maybe if I just let out a little, I could contain
the rest without humiliating myself in front of Aunt Emily. To my
frustration, she was watching me with great patience, in no particular
hurry for me to do my business before her.

I relaxed my muscles just for an instant and felt a strong squirt of pee
come out. But it was like holding back a breaking dam. I was forced to
release another stream and suddenly, it was like the door had been
knocked down by a bulldozer. I whimpered weakly as a third, especially
strong stream flowed forth, soaking the front of my diaper.

Aunt Emily was watching me knowingly and I could tell she was aware of
exactly what was happening.

“That’s my little baby…” she cooed, “Just relax and let it all flow.”

Tears of shame filled my eyes and I sniffed miserably. Now that the
front of my diapers were thoroughly soaked, there seemed little point in
trying to hold back any further. I relaxed and felt strong streams of
warm pee filling my waiting diaper, only to be followed by even more. I
couldn’t believe how much I had to go!

Aunt Emily was beaming at me like a proud parent and she reached forward
to pat the front of my diaper in a congratulatory fashion.

“The first time is always a little difficult but after that, you’ll find
you don’t even have to think about it,” she said happily, “Most sissies
are chronic bedwetters anyway so this should come as second nature for

you.”

I whimpered helplessly as I shifted in my seat in embarrassment while I
continued peeing strongly. I could feel a warm, wet pool of unabsorbed
pee surrounding my crotch, waiting to soak into the layers of absorbent
cloth and I worried about leaking on the couch.

“A-Aunt Emily--” I started, my voice rising in panic, “I think I-I’m
going to leak on the cushions.”

I was about to get up but she held me gently in place.

“Shushh,” she soothed me, “You’re wearing very thick diapers made for a
heavy wetter. And your plastic panties are nice and snug so I know they
won’t leak. You’ll do just fine, Joshy,” she assured me.

I felt the cloth between my legs soaking up the pee and seeping up into
the seat of my diapers, making me feel even more babyish, if that were
even possible.

At last, the flow abated and I felt a few residual squirts release the
last of my pee before my pen-s finally relaxed.

Aunt Emily seemed to sense what was happening and she asked me to be

sure.

“All finished?”

I hung my head in shame and nodded slowly.

“Okay, well I’m going to finish up in the kitchen now,” she said,
getting up from the couch.

“Bu-but, don’t you think—I mean—shouldn’t I get a change or something?”
I stammered.

“Oh, I don’t think so,” she said with a casual wave of her hand, “I
think it’ll be good for you to get used to the feel of wet diapers.

“We’ll have dinner and then I’ll change you before your beddie-bye, okay?”

I couldn’t believe she was going to make me sit through dinner wearing a
soaking wet diaper under my onesie. And how early was I going to have to
go to bed, anyways? I wanted to argue with her but I bit my tongue
instead. She was too tall, too strong, and too quick to pull me over her
lap to spank me. I knew I couldn’t take that again.

Instead of answering her directly, I muttered under my breath and went
off in a pout. I was angry and frustrated with my situation and I hated
being told what to do.

It felt very odd to feel the clammy wet embrace of my diapers as I
waddled down the hall and the soft, fuzzy onesie I was wearing only
conspired to press the warm cloth closer to my skin. I definitely didn’t
like it. Only yesterday, I had had the freedom to wear whatever I wanted
and now that had been taken away from me completely.

I trudged into the nursery whose door was now open all the time (if only
I’d known what was inside there—I never would have tried to get in!). I
saw the same diapered teddy bear on the floor where he’d fallen out of
the crib and all my pent-up resentment focused on him. Suddenly, I
stepped over and kicked him viciously against the far wall. He hit the
wall with a soft thud and then dropped to the floor, looking up at me
with his happy, forgiving eyes.

Filled with depression, I sank down to take a seat on the edge of the
crib. I could feel the sopping wet cloth clinging miserably to me from
all sides now. Trapped by the plastic pants, the moisture had worked its
way all around, even up to the upper sides of the diaper.

I felt so babyish sitting in a wet diaper with no way to change my
circumstances…But wait! Maybe I could change this part of it.

Not four feet from me were two big stacks of cloth diapers and I knew
the dresser held plenty of plastic pants. Thinking for a moment, I
figured I probably wouldn’t be able to find the exact same kind of
panties but that wasn’t important—the important thing was to get out of
this wet diaper. Filled with determination, I went over to look out the
door and see if my aunt was anywhere in sight.

I could still hear her in the kitchen, busily making dinner. If I could
do this quickly—maybe she’d never be the wiser! A part of me felt sneaky
and conspiratorial, part of a secret plot that would, in its own way,
undermine my aunt’s total control over me. She might think she could
control me but she hadn’t reckoned with my clever mind! I half giggled
to myself as I looked around for what I needed.

I’d never spent any time as a babysitter and I had no experience
whatsoever changing babies. I had never really given any thought as to
how a diaper was fastened but it seemed to me that all I really needed
was the diapers themselves—everything else that I was wearing was more
or less, reusable. I plopped myself down on the changing table and began
fumbling clumsily at the crotch snaps on my onesie. I was amazing how
awkward it was and it took several attempts before I finally got them
all undone.

The stretchy material popped back and up towards my waist, at least
making the rest of my job easier. Putting my thumbs inside the plastic
baby pants, I worked them off of the pee-soaked cloth and down the rest
of my legs. Working quickly, I unpinned either side, removing the pins,
and pulled the heavy cloth away from my crotch.

Suddenly, I heard my aunt calling my name.

“Joshy!” she called from the kitchen.

I froze in panic. What terrible timing!!

“Joshy!” she called again, in an inviting voice that told me dinner was
ready. However, I thought it sounded as I she were nearer than the first
time and I gulped in fear. I had to get changed and do it fast! Every
second counted now!

With blinding speed, I yanked the bulky wet cloth out from under me and
tossed it aside, frantically grabbing a few fresh diapers from behind
me. I threw them down on the changing table but they became misaligned
in my rush, the corners pointing in different directions.

I could hear my aunt’s approaching footsteps, with the characteristic
sound of her high heels clicking on the hardwood floor of the hallway.

She would be here any second!

Now in a frenzy, I dropped myself onto the skewed diapers and hastily
grabbed the front section, pulling it up and back over my groin. Aunt
Emily’s footsteps were quickly getting nearer and with a sinking
feeling, I realized I’d never make it. Just as I was about to jab the
cloth with one of the diaper pins, my aunt opened the door and stepped
into the room.

Her look was one of utter shock as she took in the scene before her. Her
pretty mouth dropped open and she stared aghast at the sight of me
fumbling clumsily with my diapers.

In an instant, her delicate eyebrows arched in anger and she fixed me
with a withering glare that almost made me wet myself all over again.

“I-I-I-,” was all I managed to babble as she swiftly crossed the room
and snatched up the paddle.

“N-No-no, Aunt Emily!” I cried as I struggled to get up from the
changing table.

Just as I was about to get to my feet, Aunt Emily grabbed me by the
wrist and yanked me over to her, sending me tumbling off balance.

“Looks like I didn’t spank you hard enough this afternoon,” she said
grimly as she pushed me over her lap.

I landed with a squeal of fear and anguish against her bare thigh, only
to have her jerk the diapers away I had clumsily started to put on. With
my fanny now clear, Aunt Emily raised the paddle up high and brought it
down with a scalding slap.

“YEOOWW!!!” I wailed and instantly I burst into tears.

SMACKK!! SMACKK!!

Two crisp, well delivered swats landed on each pink cheek, leaving a
crimson, rectangular pattern by the Spencer paddle. My feet scissored in
the air wildly as I bawled like a baby. The paddle came down again and
again, slapping both tender cheeks vigorously and making me shriek with
pain.

Her hard wooden paddle was as unforgiving as it was inflexible and my
buns were certainly paying the price for it. I realized belatedly that
having sat in a pee soaked diaper had contributed to make my bottom all
the more tender but Aunt Emily was showing no mercy at all. I pounded my
fists on the floor and sobbed uncontrollably as she kept up a steady
rhythm on my behind.

SMACKK!! THWACKK!!! SMACKK!! CRACKK!!

I tried squirming in her lap but she could sense my efforts to position
my bottom in such a way as to take the attention away from a
particularly painful spot. She responded by gripping me firmly and
slapping that spot with even greater vigor.

Finally, the terrible punishment was over and I lay in place, gasping
for air and sobbing like a baby.

“I can see that stronger measures are going to be necessary to keep you
from meddling with your diapers,” Aunt Emily said as she brusquely
helped me up to my feet. For the moment, I simply ignored what she was
saying; shaking my fists and stomping my feet on the ground in
frustration. I cried vocally and loudly, looking very much like a
punished, spoiled toddler. My aunt ignored me, standing up and hanging
the paddle back up on the wall where it belonged. Going over to the pink
dresser, she opened one of the drawers to locate something. I saw her
carefully sifting through some of the babyish clothing and then she came
back over with a pair of soft, fuzzy white mittens, and a roll of duct
tape. Taking one of my hands, she balled it into a fist and then placed
a piece of duct tape over it to keep it closed. Then she placed one of
the mittens over it and buttoned the row of tiny buttons that held it
snugly in place around my wrist. I couldn’t stop crying as I tried to
understand what she was doing to me and I watched helplessly as she
repeated her maneuver with the other hand.

“There—that should keep you out of trouble,” she said with a smug smile.

I looked at my captive hands, holding them up before me in disbelief as
I tried unsuccessfully to remove the mittens.

A fresh torrent of tears streamed down my face as I realized she’d won
again and I was even more helpless than before. I would be totally
dependent on her for everything now and I sobbed disconsolately.

Aunt Emily’s face lost its angry look and she now gazed at me with
sympathetic understanding.

“Now, now…I know this a lot to take in, all in one day, Joshy,” she said
trying to console me, “Hopefully, I won’t have to spank you like that
ever again. Now that you understand that I’m the boss around here, I’m
sure we won’t have any more misbehavior.”

I burned with resentment at her superior tone; haughty and confident and
knowing there wasn’t a thing I could do to oppose her. Sniveling and
sobbing, I looked up into her beautiful eyes and I hated her. I hated
her for humiliating me, for spanking me, for lording over me with her
rules, but most of all, I hated her because she was so damn pretty and
sexy and totally unreachable by me. I hated the fact that even through
my resentment and anger, I still wanted her worse than ever and I
detested myself for being so weak.

But that wasn’t the worst of it. The worst part about it, was that she
knew I wanted her and wanted her bad. I could see it in her eyes and it
only increased her sense of superiority over me. She didn’t need me but
I desperately needed her and she knew it. She had that smug confidence
that I found so irritating, hidden behind a veneer of kindness and
understanding.

How could a woman have such a hold over another person? It didn’t seem
possible. She was like a mother/babysitter/idol that I never had.

“Come on Joshy, let’s get you changed for bedtime. What kind of mommy
would I be if I left you without any ‘protection’?”

Her smile had returned to her face and once again, I was helpless to
resist her. She sat me down on the changing table then suddenly hurried
out of the room to get something. She returned in less than a minute
with another big baby bottle full of what looked like milk which she
positioned at my lips.

“Open up, Baby,” she sang, “Maybe this will make you feel better.”

I was in no mood to argue and I accepted the warm rubber nipple into my
mouth, only to be rewarded with warm formula this time. It tasted
horrible and I tried to voice my displeasure but Aunt Emily took my
mitten and brought it up to support the bottle.

“There—you try and hold that while I change your diaper—okay Honey?” she
said encouragingly, “I know that probably doesn’t taste so good but
you’ll get used to it—all babies need their formula—and I’m going to
make sure you get some each and every day.”

I whimpered in defeat and choked back another sob as I sucked from the
heavy bottle balanced in my hands.

“I also put a little something in that one to help you sleep. It’ll help
relax you and get you started on the right path of wetting the bed
regularly. Tomorrow, you’ll wake up with a very wet diaper, as you will
every morning from now on,” she assured me.

Tears were still trickling down my face and Aunt Emily could see I was
distraught as she coated my stinging bottom with diaper rash crème. Out
of the corner of my eye, I saw her reach over and pull a small, narrow
looking rubber implement, shaped like a sausage from the shelf.

“You poor little thing--Maybe I’ll just help ease your burden a bit here.”

With those enigmatic words, she coated the strange looking tool and
began gently rubbing it against my back hole. I squirmed in protest and
whimpered, trying to prevent her from pushing it inside me as I could
feel her trying to do.

“Just relax, Joshy…relax and open up for Mommy…” she whispered in her
sweet voice.

The soft, pliable device suddenly slipped past my sphincter with
surprising ease and I squealed with distress. My eyes went wide as I
felt something that was so obviously foreign invading my hole but Aunt
Emily merely smiled down at me. She let the device rest there for a
moment, allowing me to get used to the feel of it. I felt emasculated
and helpless, being violated by my aunt in this intimate manner but then
she started to slowly move the thing in and out. At first, I didn’t know
what to make of the strange sensation and then unfamiliarity soon turned
to pleasure. She began softly rubbing it across a sensitive nerve inside
me and I moaned involuntarily.

“Mm-hm,” she said as she beamed down at me knowingly.

She continued her rhythm and I closed my eyes as I relaxed and gave in
to her ministrations. Like a big circuit breaker being thrown, I found
myself instantly horny again. I gazed up at my sexy aunt through half
closed eyelids, reveling in the ecstasy she was providing.

“Most sissies take to this right away and they soon begin to crave it,”
she whispered softly.

I was delirious with pleasure and my pen-s was fighting frantically
within its prison. In no time at all, I was breathing heavily and I
gazed up at Aunt Emily with unconcealed lust. Staring at her big, round
br.easts within her snug white halter top, I licked my dry lips in
sexual avarice.

“That’s mommy’s little baby,” she said in that sultry, sexy voice, “Take
it like a good little girl.”

I was only too happy to comply with that instruction except my wiener
was starting to ache pretty badly. She had brought me to the precarious
edge of cumming like I’d never c-m in my life but my chastity device was
preventing it from happening.

Aunt Emily reached down with her free hand and gently squeezed my
swollen, c-m-filled balls, smiling sweetly at me. I moaned as the
sensations swept through my body, filling me with unrequited pleasure.

Taking the nipple from my mouth for a moment, I looked up at Aunt Emily
with a look of desperate pleading.

“Mo-Mommy, p-please…will you please take off my chastity device, just
this one time?”

Without answering me, she smiled warmly at me and gently pushed the big
rubber nipple back into my mouth, denying me any chance of satisfaction.
I whimpered in defeat and tears of frustration spilled down my face.

“Sorry little sissy, your little peanut has to stay where it belongs,
locked and caged.”

She continued for about another five minutes, making me gasp and moan
from the torturously erotic sensations. I kept flexing my aching pen-s,
hoping somehow the stimulation she was providing could take me over the
edge. I felt like I was so close—so desperately close to an
earth-shattering orgasm but I just couldn’t take it that last
millimeter. Panting and moaning, I surrendered to the waves of pleasure
rippling through me as she kept up her maddening sexual torment.
Suddenly, without any warning at all, she pulled out the slippery tool
and put it aside.

“Okay, that’s enough for now…maybe it’ll give my baby something to dream
about when she’s in her crib tonight,” she told me with a giggle.

I let out a cry of anguish and beat my mittened fists on the floor in
utter frustration. I had never been so incredibly aroused in all my
life. My pen-s was still throbbing out of control and I would have been
willing to cut off my ear to have an orgasm at that moment.

After a quick dusting of baby powder, Aunt Emily quickly and efficiently
pinned up my diapers and put another pair of plastic pants on me. I was
beside myself with horniness and I wanted nothing else than for her to
stick that tool back inside me and stimulate me some more. In
desperation, I sucked feverishly on my bottle, swallowing large gulps of
the disgusting tasting formula to assuage my frustration.

“That’s a good little girl, drink it all up,” she said as she saw me
finishing the bottle.

“And now let’s just get you changed into a fresh nightey and then it’ll
be beddie-bye time for mommy’s baby.”

Aunt Emily looked so sexy to me that I literally drooled at her with
lust. My pen-s ached painfully in its cage as it continued to struggle
in futility to get a hard-on. Seeing my look of sexual craving, Aunt
Emily winked playfully at me and then she popped a large pink pacifier
into my mouth. I squealed in surprise but she giggled and sat me on the
edge of the crib mattress.

“There you go little sissy, su-k on that while mommy finds you a nightey
to wear,” she remarked.

I pouted in silence, wearing just my diapers and Ked’s as she sifted
through the closet looking for a particular outfit. Soon, she came over
with a soft, flimsy pink nightey with layers of ruffles along the hem
and short sleeves. Within a matter of moments, I found myself becoming
sleepy and I began to waver before her as she removed my onesie and drew
the nightey down over my raised arms. My eyelids grew heavy and a
blanket of weariness descended over me.

I was only vaguely aware as Aunt Emily tucked me into my crib for the
night. She placed my teddy bear under my arm and drew the baby blankets
up around my shoulders. My pacifier had fallen out on the vinyl surface
of the mattress and she eased it back into my mouth before beeping me on
the nose.

“Sweet dreams, my little baby girl,” she whispered, “sweet, wet dreams
for mommy’s little sissy.”

*

That night I dreamt of Aunt Emily.

In the strange, subconscious world of dreams in which we have no
control, my anger and resentment towards her were absent. Thus
unrestrained, my subconscious longing for her met no obstacle and I was
openly in awe of her, hiding none of my feelings. I dreamed we were
kissing, nothing more, but passionately enough that nothing else
mattered in the world for me. She was so pretty, and her body so
enticing, all I wanted to do was go on kissing her soft, full lips. I
had to stand on my tip-toes in order to reach up to her and I felt all
the more inferior as a result. Still, it was turning me on incredibly
and my heart was racing as our tongues intertwined with erotic abandon.

I woke up to the dull ache of my pen-s, fighting to get hard in my
chastity device, once again. Unfortunately, there was little I could do,
once it had gotten to this state of excitement, other than to grit my
teeth and wait impatiently for the inevitable while trying my best to
withstand the pain. Eventually, as it always did, my pen-s lost the
battle and it subsided in ignominious defeat, filling the tube but no
longer straining to the point of agony.

Besides the fact that I was no longer able to achieve an orgasm anymore,
it frustrated me to no end that I couldn’t get a basic erection. Just a
simple stretch of my organ to feel like a man again, but, like
everything else, that had been taken away from me by Aunt Emily. And the
longer I went without feeling the mundane pleasure of a hard-on, the
more I felt feminized and controlled.

As it was, that sensation was soon overshadowed by a new and unfamiliar
one this morning. After I got over the pain of my failed erection, I
suddenly became aware of the fact I was wearing a very wet diaper. I had
slept so soundly, I hadn’t even been aware of a need to pee but the
cool, clammy embrace against my hips and loins told me sometime during
the night, I had wet, and wet heavily. It made me feel very childish;
all the more so since there was nothing I could do about it until Aunt
Emily came in to let me out of the crib.

I still couldn’t believe everything that had happened yesterday. Had it
all been a dream? I blushed hotly as I re-lived the experience of being
led out to the lawn table, in that fuzzy Care Bears onesie with my fat
diapers obvious to everyone. I could still remember their mocking
laughter and teasing as I stood there like a punished toddler who had
just been given a humiliating spanking over his mommy’s lap. Except that
I was almost thirteen years old now and ready to start junior high
school. I would never forget that devastating experience as long as I
lived and I’d never forgive Aunt Emily for subjecting me to it.

My mind naturally turned to re-live the two blistering spankings I had
received at my aunt’s determined hand as well. Never in a million years
would I have thought she could paddle like that! My bottom was still
sore this morning and I knew it would hurt every time I sat down for the
foreseeable future. One thing was for certain—she was definitely the
boss around here--no way was I going to argue with her anymore.

This morning, as I had done thousands of other mornings, my hands went
down instinctively to rub the front of my crotch, only to realize they
were still trapped by the restrictive mittens she had put on me. I
slammed them down hard on the crib mattress in mute frustration. I was
so helpless! I’d never experienced anything like this in my whole life!

Just then, the door to the nursery slowly opened and I saw Aunt Emily’s
pretty face peek in, followed by the rest of her breathtaking body as
she glided gracefully into the room, a full baby bottle in her hand.

“Joshy? Are you up yet?” she asked in a whisper.

“Yes, Aunt—I mean Mommy,” I replied respectfully. I wanted to stay on
her good side today and do anything necessary to avoid any more trips
over her lap if at all possible.

“Hello, little Sugarplum!” she said brightly, “How’s my little baby girl
this morning?”

“Okay,” I replied neutrally. I don’t know why she insisted on referring
to me as a girl--even though I had been dressed like one for the last 24
hours—but it still annoyed me.

She quickly unlocked the crib top and swung it back, after which she
unlatched the side and brought it down. This morning, she was wearing a
snug, pink top that was so low cut I could see the sexy white lace of
her push-up bra partially exposed at the edges. I swallowed hard at the
sight and tried to fight it but it was hopeless--my pen-s had a mind of
its own. In no time at all, it was struggling to get hard again and I
winced from the pain.

“Here you go Baby,” she said as she handed me the baby bottle and helped
me out of the crib.

It was difficult to hold the bottle with my mittens and several times, I
came close to dropping it. Leading me over to the changing table, she
sat me down and placed her slim hand on my crotch.

“Looks like mommy’s little baby had a very wet night,” she said with a
gleam in her eye, “but don’t you worry—I’ll get you changed into a nice
fresh diaper right away. You’ll be all safe and secure in just a jiffy!”

I began dutifully nursing on the bottle of warm milk as Aunt Emily
busied herself, pulling down my clinging plastic panties and throwing
them in the diaper pail. My heavy wet diapers soon followed and Aunt
Emily began gently cleaning my rump and between my legs with a baby

wipe.

I nursed from the bottle in frustration as I gazed at her huge,
pendulous br.easts, jiggling and swaying within her tight, tantalizing
top. She was so unbelievably sexy, I wanted to cry!

“Up you go, Sweety,” she said as she lifted my ankles and slid a fresh
trio of soft diapers under my sore bottom. Taking a big handful of
diaper rash crème in her delicate hand, Aunt Emily began smoothing the
cool substance across my buns in a comforting, circular pattern.

“Baby’s bottom looks sore from her spankings yesterday,” she commented,
using that third person vernacular one would expect from a mother, “Does
your little fanny still hurt?”

I nodded as I nursed from the warm milk.

“Well, hopefully, that’s all behind us,” she said, giggling at her own pun.

I certainly hoped so, I thought as she shook the baby powder between my
legs and over my chastity device. Pulling the thick cloth up, she
snicked a pin through one side and then the other.

“There you are Joshy!” she exclaimed, quite happy with her handiwork, “A
nice, fresh diaper for you. Now all you need is your plastic panties and
you’ll be ready to take on the world!”

I blushed at her subtly condescending words but continued nursing from
my bottle.

“Let’s see…what can we find for our little sissy today…how about
something fun…

“Here you are,” she announced brightly, “These are cute, aren’t they Joshy?”

I nodded as I looked at the pink vinyl panties she was holding before
me. They were decorated in a nursery print with giraffes and bunnies
with soft lilac ruffles around the leg and waist openings. Gathering
them in her hands, she beamed down at me as she put them over my feet
and began snaking them up my legs. It took a moment to work them over
the thick bulk of my diapers and she ran her long fingernails around the
elastic waistband until the panties covered the entire diaper. With a
quick dusting of powder between my legs, she brushed her hands together
in satisfaction.

“Well look at you,” she said with pride, “You’re diapered just like a
big sissy should be. That should hold you until at least lunch time.”

She removed my nightey and then replaced it with a short white diaper
shirt with frilly pink short sleeves and a design of building blocks
across the chest that spelled out ‘Bedwetter’.

“That’s appropriate, don’t you think, Joshy?” she said as she adjusted
the short, Birdseye laced-hem below my navel.

“Uh-huh,” I said without enthusiasm.

“That’s why your crib mattress has a waterproof sheet covering it,” she
explained as she removed my socks and replaced them with white lacey
anklets, “It protects your mattress for when you wet the bed, Sissy.”

Taking a pair of glossy black Mary Janes, she buckled them over my feet
and helped me to stand up.

“Take a look at yourself in the mirror, Joshy,” she said encouragingly.

I turned to face the mirror as Aunt Emily stood behind me, looking at my
reflection proudly. As she bent over slightly to speak in my ear, I
could feel her big, soft br.easts pressing against my back.

“Aren’t you just the cutest little baby,” she remarked and she gave me a
playful kiss on the cheek.

Looking in the mirror I was shocked by my infantile appearance. Unlike
yesterday, when I had been wearing a onesie, today my diapers were
totally exposed and the babyish pink nursery print of my shiny panties
seemed to shout out loudly at what a baby I was. My ‘bedwetter’ top
struck me as a badge of shame, announcing my new and humiliating status
to the world. And as I shifted in my feet, I blushed at the sissyish
look of my Mary Janes and anklets.

Aunt Emily picked up my pink pacifier from the dresser top and looped it
over my head, after which she popped it in my mouth. Her hand dropped
down and gently patted me on my thick, diapered seat.

“Welcome to babyhood, Joshy,” she said with a smug smile.

I winced helplessly as my buxom aunt led me out of the nursery and into
the kitchen where she helped me up into an oversized highchair. There
was a step to allow me to climb into the chair but once I was seated,
Aunt Emily removed the step, leaving my feet without any support. It
made me feel all the more helpless as my feet swung uselessly. She then
secured a sturdy plastic tray in front of me, further immobilizing me.

I heard the microwave ding and Aunt Emily went over and retrieved
another baby bottle which she brought over.

“Time for some more formula Baby,” she sang merrily.

“Uh-uh,” I protested fussily as I shook my head. I hated the taste of
that stuff and I didn’t want to be forced to drink it again this morning.

“Here you go, Princess,” she said, totally ignoring my resistance.

“Uh-uh!” I repeated but she pushed the rubber nipple into my mouth
against my will and tilted the bottle upwards. I kicked my feet
helplessly and waved my mittened hands in the air but I could feel the
formula flowing onto my tongue. Some of it trickled out of the corner of
my mouth and it dribbled down my chin.

“Oh my, I almost forgot your baby bib!” Aunt Emily exclaimed.

She set the bottle down and reached over to the counter, taking a
plastic bib and tying it around my neck.

“I don’t wanna drink that stuff!” I complained bitterly.

“Now Joshy,” Aunt Emily said as she picked up the bottle and pushed it
back into my mouth, “All babies need their formula—you’re just going to
have to get used to it.”

I whimpered in defeat as she held the bottle in place, forcing me to
drink the hated liquid.

Just then, the doorbell rang and I nearly choked in panic.

Aunt Emily seemed unconcerned and she shouted for the person to come in
as she continued to hold the bottle in place. I couldn’t believe she was
going to let someone come in with me dressed like this. It could be anyone!

As the door opened, I nearly wet myself in angst and I recognized Aunt
Emily’s cruel but busty friend, Lauren. She was wearing a pair of snug
shorts and a tight yellow buttoned t-shirt that hugged her big,
mouthwatering br.easts in an erotic embrace that made me gulp. Her top
said ‘milk maiden’ on it which struck me as appropriate.

After closing the door, she sauntered over and looked down at me
disparagingly, shaking her pretty head at my predicament.

“What a sissy!” she stated emphatically.

“Hi Lauren,” Aunt Emily grinned at her friend, “How’re you today?”

“Great—my boyfriend’s taking me to a movie later on and then we’ll head
back to my place for a little fun,” she said with a knowing wink.

I burned with jealousy at the thought of another guy getting to enjoy
this babe in a way that was totally off limits for me. Wearing fat
diapers and a ‘bedwetter’ top didn’t exactly increase my eligibility
towards the opposite sex. She looked down at my with her smug look of
superiority knowing I wasn’t worthy of the title ‘guy’ but instead,
something more accurate like ‘sissy’.

“What’s new with you?” she asked my aunt casually.

“Well, Joshy here had his first wet night in the crib last night,” she
explained matter of factly, “His diapers were soaked when I came in this
morning to wake him up.”

“Sounds like he’s taken to babyhood like a fish to water,” Lauren
remarked caustically.

I blushed, unable to defend myself with the rubber nipple still filling
my mouth.

“He certainly has,” Aunt Emily agreed, “But I keep him well protected
against any accidents, as you can see.”

Lauren leaned over, giving me an eye-popping view down her top as she
looked at my fat, bulging diapers clearly in view.

“Yes, I can see that. Your little bedwetter looks like he’ll be able to
pee all he wants now, and not have to worry about the consequences.”

“Ahh…the life of a baby…” my aunt said and they both broke out laughing
at my expense.

I had finished the formula and Aunt Emily took it away, to bring over a
bowl of pureed baby food.

“Can you start him off on this while I go to the bathroom,” Aunt Emily
asked Lauren pleasantly.

“Sure thing,” she said with an evil gleam in her eye as she picked up
the big spoon and shoveled a pile of the slop onto it. Aunt Emily
disappeared down the hall and Lauren held the spoon up to my face, a
mischievous grin telling me she had something in mind.

“Open up Pamper Princess,” she said evenly, “Time for breakfast.”

I opened my mouth but she shoved the spoon in too quickly and much of it
slopped down on my chin.

“Mmmphh!” I squealed in protest.

Grinning like a Cheshire cat, Lauren scooped up another spoonful and
brought it up to my lips.

I kept my mouth shut as I struggled to contend with what was already
filling it.

“Open up Joshy, or I’ll tell your mommy you’re being disobedient again,”
she warned me.

I shook my head even as I attempted to swallow the revolting slop in my
mouth. Prying my mouth open, Lauren forced the spoon inside although
once again, a great deal of it spilled down my chin, landing with a
splat onto my bib.

“Uhmm!!” I cried desperately.

She slapped my bare thigh briskly and I cried out again in pain.

“Bad baby!” she snapped, “Do I need to pull you over my lap and paddle
your sissy bottom?”

“No!” I cried with my mouth still full of the tasteless glop.

“Then you’d better start cooperating—right now,” she informed me icily
as she brought another spoonful up to my lips.

A tear trickled down my face as I opened up obediently to accept another
portion which she quickly shoveled into my pouting mouth.

“That’s better,” she said with stern satisfaction, “Your problem is that
you need more discipline.”

I looked at her fearfully as she brought another spoonful up to my face.
I gulped down the mouthful I had and opened up dutifully for the next
one just as Aunt Emily came back into the kitchen.

“How’s my little girl doing?” she asked.

“She’s a very messy eater, as you can see,” Lauren remarked disdainfully.

By now, baby food was spilled all over my chin and bib and I looked like
a total mess.

“Oh my—yes,” my aunt agreed, “Well, fortunately, his clothing is easily
cleaned and with his baby pants, you can just wipe the food off with a
sponge.”

“Mm-hm,” Lauren giggled, “that’s one advantage of wearing plastic
panties, isn’t it Sugarplum?”

They both laughed and another tear trickled down as I endured her
humiliating taunts, unable to do anything about it.

Just as she brought up the last spoonful, the doorbell rang again.

Not another person!

Aunt Emily went to answer the door and in came another one of her
friends, one I didn’t recognize. This one was younger, maybe 18 or so,
with long, straight silky blonde hair spilling over her soft, bare
shoulders. She looked like an absolute stunner and I blushed hotly as
she came in and looked at me for the first time. She was wearing a small
white crop top that showed off her flat tummy and covered a plump set of
br.easts that were perfectly shaped like two cantaloupes.

“Oh—my god,” she said as she shook her head and stared at me in

amazement.

With baby food all over my chin, I stared down at the plastic tray in
front of me, a helpless captive of these hot babes before me.

“You are the biggest baby I’ve ever seen in my life!” she exclaimed.

Before anyone could say anything, she burst out laughing, showing me a
perfect set of white teeth.

“What a total sissy!” she exclaimed emphatically once she’d stopped
laughing at me.

I was struck by the vast gulf of difference between us. Her face was
model perfect with her make-up tastefully done while mine was splattered
with caked on baby food. She looked at me like I was a total loser.

Aunt Emily removed the tray which only seemed to expose me more,
especially when she untied my bib and revealed the top I was wearing
underneath.

“Ha ha!” her friend laughed mockingly, “’Bedwetter’! How appropriate.”

I was crushed with shame and I felt like I was on the verge of bursting
into tears at this merciless assault on my dignity.

Aunt Emily seemed to take sympathy on me and after cleaning my face with
a wet rag, she helped me out of the chair, standing me up in the middle
of them.

“Go and play in your nursery, Joshy,” she said as she sent me off with a
motherly slap to my diapered bottom.

Wearing a baby’s diaper and a sissy top, I felt so inferior to these
sexy babes with their big bosoms and pretty faces.

I fled the scene of shame as fast as I could waddle out of there. Going
into my nursery (was I already starting to think of it as mine?), I
sniffled in misery at the humiliation that seemed like it would never end.

With my hands immobilized in the mittens, it was virtually impossible
for me to do anything on my own. Sitting on the floor, I gazed at my
reflection in the mirror and realized why Aunt Emily’s sexy friend had
reacted like she had. I did look like a total sissy, if not an oversized
baby. Turning around, I looked in dismay at my fat diapered bottom, the
shiny plastic panties only emphasizing my babyishness.

I sat down with a sigh, resigned to my new life as a prissy infant.

As I got bored, I began playing around with some large blocks with
single letters on them, stacking them up as best I could with my
mittened hands. I could hear the sounds of Aunt Emily and her friends in
the other room, giggling and chatting amongst each other.

Before too long, I began to feel the call of nature and all that liquid
I had drank was now starting to make itself felt in my bladder.
Frustrated at my aunt’s new sissification regime, I decided I’d outwit
her and save my peeing for when she’d be forced to let me in the
bathroom to do my #2 business. Maybe I couldn’t stop her from dressing
me up like a baby but at least this way, she wouldn’t be able to make me
wet my diapers like one. It shouldn’t be long before I had to go #2 and
then I’d do all my day’s peeing at that time.

It seemed like a pretty foolproof plan, that is, until I started to
really have to pee. I knew I didn’t have to do the other business for a
while and if Aunt Emily took me in the bathroom to pull down my diapers
and all I did was pee, she’d probably give me a spanking right then and
there. With my bottom still pink and sore from yesterday, I couldn’t
take the chance of that happening.

I shifted positions, trying not to think about it but the more I did,
the worse it got. Finally, I stood up and paced the floor. That
alleviated the need for a second but then it was back, worse than
before. Looking at the mirror, I felt so helpless and babyish, my hands
useless and wearing my childish outfit just as I was about to wet my
diapers like an infant. A last, I couldn’t hold it anymore. I let go and
like a dam breaking, I flooded my diaper. Hot streams of pee flowed
freely, quickly soaking the front and seeping back between my legs. I
whimpered helplessly as I looked at my pathetic image in the mirror, a
picture of sissyish defeat as my diaper grew ever heavier.

Finally, I was finished and I stood there, not sure what to do. I didn’t
want to wear the wet diaper any longer than I had to but at the same
time, I didn’t want to go out into the living room and announce my need
to be changed to everyone present. That would only confirm to them what
a baby I truly was.

I sat down again and resumed playing with my blocks but my heart just
wasn’t in it. After a while, my diaper had cooled down and its clammy
embrace of my hips and loins was becoming uncomfortable. I wanted to get
changed!

Standing up, I went to the doorway of the nursery. To my irritation,
Aunt Emily’s friends were still there, talking to each other but I
couldn’t tell what they were saying. Maybe if I listened in, I’d be able
to hear if they were wrapping things up. If that were the case, I’d
simply wait a few minutes and tell Aunt Emily after they left.

Walking quietly down the hallway, I stopped just outside the living room
to listen some more but from what I could tell, they were making no
indications of finishing their conversation. For all I knew, they might
be there for hours!

With a heavy sigh, I somehow summoned up the courage to walk out and I
shuffled into the middle of the living room, hoping I could whisper in
Aunt Emily’s ear of what I wanted. I saw her, on the far side of the
room, sitting sexily in the easy chair, her long, smooth leg draped over
the other and dangling her high heel up and down. I had forgotten how
perfect her legs were and for a fraction of a second, I admired her
curvy calves and shapely thighs, exposed below her short skirt.

But she was some distance away and I had to waddle by Lauren and her
friend first. When I had entered the room, Aunt Emily seemed to be in
the middle of telling an important story to her friends and I realized
I’d chosen a particularly bad moment to interrupt. I waved at her,
trying to get her attention, but she totally ignored me as if I wasn’t
even there. I was used to being ignored by pretty women but not by Aunt
Emily, and this time, I really needed to get changed!

“Mommy?” I ventured hesitantly, but she kept talking without even
looking in my direction.

On the other hand, Lauren was now watching me closely, and she wore a
mischievous expression on her cute face that spelled trouble to me.

“M-Mommy?” I asked again, trying unsuccessfully to get her attention, “I
wet my diapers.”

Aunt Emily’s stunning blonde friend shook her head in disgust and I
blushed hotly, hating the fact that I’d been forced into this
humiliating position. And since Aunt Emily was studiously avoiding my
plea, I was also forced to raise my own voice louder.

“I wet my diapers, Mommy. Can I please get changed?”

For the first time, Aunt Emily turned to look at me and I could tell she
was annoyed with having been interrupted. Just then, Lauren grabbed me
forcibly and pulled me onto her lap, positioning me on my back so I was
forced to look up at her. I squealed in surprise and I tried to get off
but she held me firmly. Her huge br.easts hung before me, inches away
from my nose and I swallowed hard, anxious to prevent from being
humiliated by her but also captivated by the fabulous view I was now
being treated to. I was both mesmerized and paralyzed, her big, plump
boobs hypnotizing me with their maternal allure.

With her free hand, she quickly popped open a few straining buttons from
her top and the fabric sprang back, revealing her giant bosom barely
held captive within her lacey bra. Using her manicured finger, she
deftly unhooked the front clasp and her monstrous melons fell slightly
with a wonderful jiggle, no longer constrained by the pretty cups. I
struggled some more but in no time at all, Lauren had pulled her right
br.east out which was nearly as big as my head and she mashed it in my
face, effectively muffling my cries.

“Nurse on that, Babykins,” she ordered me.

I squealed in protest but she slapped my bare thigh causing me to gasp
in pain and surprise. When my mouth opened, she pushed her firm nipple
into it and my squeals became muffled and quieted. My face went beet red
with shame as she held me there, refusing to let me go.

Mocking laughter filled the room as the girls took in the easy way in
which Lauren had defeated me with her br.easts. I squirmed and fidgeted
but already, I could taste her milk being released into my mouth.

“That’s it Baby…you know you need mommy’s milk…just like a little
baby…that’s it….everyone knows you’re a br.east feeder now…”

Her humiliating words made me want to cry but there was little I could
do. I sniffled and squirmed but her warm nipple seemed to leak without
any effort on my part and I was forced to swallow her br.east milk.

“That’s a good little girl,” she said with condescending praise, “Nurse
like a good baby.”

Without thinking, I began suckling away at the big nipple in my mouth,
closing my eyes to the giggles filling my ears.

“Lauren…I have to say,” Aunt Emily remarked, “I think you’d make the
perfect babysitter for Joshy.”

“You just have to know what a baby needs,” she replied with a wink.

“Would you be interested in helping me out from time to time? You seem
like a natural choice for my little nephew and I’d prefer it was with
someone he already knew and was comfortable with.”

“I’d say he’s pretty comfortable right now!” Lauren exclaimed as
everyone laughed at me.

The stunning blonde looked at me and smirked.

“So….is it true that he’s got some perverted fetish for girly panties?”
she inquired.

I blushed hotly at the disclosure of my intimate secret.

“Oh yes,” Aunt Emily assured her, “Even before Joshy was put back into
diapers, he had a thing for prissy panties.”

The girl shook her head again as she stared at me nursing helplessly on
Lauren’s swollen br.east, my face red as an apple.

“One day I caught him looking at a catalogue of panties and I made him
confess his little secret to me,” my aunt continued, “That was when I
knew for sure he was a sissy.”

I mewled in shame as they looked at me but I was powerless to defend
myself. Lauren made sure I was unable to take her big nipple from my
mouth and her milk was flowing quite freely by now. I had no choice but
to swallow mouthful after mouthful.

“The only problem was that he was getting so excited wearing his panties
and prissy outfits that he was starting to make wet spots in them,” Aunt
Emily continued.

“Ewww!!” the blonde remarked distastefully.

“Yes, poor Joshy couldn’t control himself so we had to put him under
strict chastity. Now, he won’t be able to get an erection or—Lauren can
you cover his ears?—or m-a-s-t-u-r-b-a-t-e,” she only mouthed the last
word silently but I could read her lips well enough to know what she had
said.

“The Cb-3000 he’s wearing took care of that problem once and for all,”
she told them, “I’ll probably milk him once a month, just to keep his
prostate healthy, but he won’t be allowed to ej-c-late until he’s 18.”

“That’s good,” the blonde concurred, “A sissy boy like him shouldn’t be
involved with that kind of adult pleasure until at least 18, and maybe
not even then.

“What kind of discipline do you use when he acts up?” she asked.

“He gets taken over my lap for a good old fashioned spanking,” Aunt
Emily eagerly explained, “I use the paddle you see hanging on the wall
there.”

The women’s eyes followed where she was pointing and they nodded their
approval.

“Have you ever tried using a cane?” Lauren asked curiously.

“Not yet, but then, I’ve only had to discipline Joshy twice.”

“Oh, you should really give it a try,” Lauren said enthusiastically,
“You can really make him dance with just a couple swats of a decent cane.”

“Does he cry easily?” the blonde asked.

“I would have to say yes,” Aunt Emily told them, “I’d say by the third
slap of the paddle, Joshy was bawling like a baby. He really doesn’t
have any more tolerance for discipline than a little girl.”

The girls giggled at that and I squirmed in embarrassment, my cheeks
burning with shame.

“I’ll bet I could do it with one stripe of the cane,” Lauren boasted,
“I’d make him put his hands palm down on the table, pull his diapers
down and give him a good session with the bamboo one I have—he’d learn
real quick who’s the boss.”

“Well,” Aunt Emily laughed, “I think we straightened him out on that
issue last night.”

“Enemas are good too,” the blonde offered helpfully, “If he’s fussy or
cranky, a nice, long, soapy enema is the perfect cure. It really helps
to take the wind out of his sails.”

“That’s a great suggestion Pam. How much would you recommend?”

“I’d start him off with two quarts. Take him over your lap and feed it
to him slowly—you’d be surprised how much he can take if you do it
gradually,” she explained, “He’ll squirm and complain and make all sorts
of promises but just keep filling him up ‘til you can hear the last
bubbles going through the nozzle.”

“Oh yes,” Lauren agreed with conviction, “that’s just what this little
sissy needs.”

“I like that,” Aunt Emily said with more enthusiasm than I would have
preferred, “you can be sure I’ll try it some time soon,” she said agreeably.

“It’s the perfect solution for males who are overly aggressive,” Pam
added, “And for those who just need an attitude adjustment.”

Lauren reached down and squeezed the diaper between my legs.

“Looks like your baby has really wet herself this time,” she said sagely.

“Hon?--”Aunt Emily asked Lauren sweetly, “can you just keep her occupied
for a moment while I get her a change of diapers?”

“Sure thing,” she replied.

My aunt was only gone a minute before she came back with an armload of
supplies. She laid out a vinyl changing blanket and Lauren helped me to
lie down on it. I was mortified at the prospect of having my wet diapers
changed in front of Pam but after hearing their discussion of how best
to discipline me, I wasn’t about to make trouble.

Lauren had already made herself presentable by putting her br.east back
in her bra although her top was still tantalizingly unbuttoned. She
popped my pacifier in my mouth as Aunt Emily began peeling my wet,
clinging plastic panties down.

“Since Aunt Lauren was kind enough to feed you lunch with her br.east
milk, we’ll just get you changed and then you’ll be all ready for
naptime!” my aunt informed me happily.

I pouted fussily and let her pull my cool, but very wet diapers off of
me and set them aside. Pam bent down to inspect my chastity device close
up and I couldn’t help but gaze down her top at her perfect br.easts.

“So this stays on while you milk him, right?” she inquired as she
pointed at my CB.

“Yes, that way, there’s no risk of him being able to c-m,” Aunt Emily
explained as she smeared diaper rash ointment across my still pink bottom.

“I see how it works now…it’s only long enough to contain his pen-s when
it’s soft.”

“Yes, so with this on, erections are a thing of the past for Joshy,” my
aunt said as she slid my new diapers beneath me.

“Awww, poor little sissy,” Pam said with mock sympathy.

I turned my head and looked away as she took the powder from Aunt Emily.

“You poor little thing,” she said as she took a handful of powder and
began softly stroking my swollen balls with it. Her hand was silky
smooth and I felt electric shivers as she tenderly stroked my sensitive
package. I chewed my pacifier in sexually denied angst as I turned back
to look at this cruel, yet beautiful female.

She was so lovely with her pouting face and sexy round br.easts, swaying
slightly in her snug crop top. My pen-s quickly swelled within the tube
and it strained mightily, but in utter futility against its prison.

I moaned in anguish but Pam kept tormenting me, gently fondling my sack
as she shook some more powder on it.

“He has the pubic hair of a three year-old,” she observed with a giggle.

I shook my mittened fists in mute frustration until she finally bored of
her game and removed her hand.

“That should give him something to remember me by,” she said with a
cruel smile.

My aunt pulled up my diapers and pinned them closed on either side as I
continued to shift uncomfortably. I knew it would take at least ten
minutes for my pen-s to finally calm down but until then, my entire
groin ached miserably. Oh, to be able to stroke my hard-on just once!

Taking my original plastic panties, Aunt Emily fed them back over my
feet and began pulling them up my legs. I could feel the damp elastic of
the leg holes and I protested bitterly.

“Mommy! Those are wet!” I cried as I spit out my pacifier.

Aunt Emily continued tugging them upwards as Lauren reached down and
pushed my pacifier back into my mouth.

“I know Joshy—sometimes babies don’t get a complete change,” she told
me, “and this will make it easier for you to wet the bed during your nap.”

I was cranky and upset, feeling the cool, damp elastic grip around my
thighs as she drew the panties up and then over my bulging diapers.
Worst of all was that I was afraid she was right; with part of my
diapers already wet, I feared my subconscious wouldn’t try and prevent
me from wetting as it normally would.

She shook the powder once more to coat between my legs and then she sat
back to look at me.

“There. All diapered and ready for your nap.

“Now, give your aunt Lauren a big hug, Joshy—she’s going to be your new
babysitter!” she told me cheerfully.

I can’t say I was too happy about those prospects but I got up anyway
and went over to where she was kneeling. Once more, I was being forced
to acknowledge the superiority of another female over me and I chafed
against it bitterly.

Lauren opened her arms and hugged me, a smug look of victory on her cute
face that held the promise of more humiliation and discipline at her hands.

“You’re a sweet little sissy,” she told me as she patted the thick seat
of my diapers, “And I’ll make sure you get plenty of br.east milk when
I’m babysitting you.”

“Oh, that reminds me!” Aunt Emily said as she got up, “I like to make
sure he gets a full bottle every time before he goes to bed.”

Within a few minutes, my aunt had warmed another bottle of milk and she
led me into the nursery to tuck me in.

“This makes it virtually impossible for him to stay dry,” she explained
as she lowered the warm nipple into my mouth, replacing my pacifier with
the bottle.

“Sweet little sissy dreams,” she bade me as she closed the locking top.

I sighed as they left the room and I began nursing once again, feeling
more helpless and babyish than ever.

*

Aunt Emily’s plans to reduce me to an incontinent sleeper worked much
faster than I expected. It only took three days before I was hopelessly
wetting my diapers in the crib, waking up to that cool, clammy embrace
while I waited impatiently for Aunt Emily to come in and open the crib.
Sometimes it would happen during my afternoon nap as well but at night
times, it was now a regular occurrence. She was delighted with the
change and she beamed at me with motherly pride every time she
discovered I’d wet myself like a toddler. She liked to tell me that
before long, I’d soon be wetting myself during the day without even
noticing it.

For my part, I hotly denied it but she only smiled knowingly at me as if
to say it was inevitable.

One thing I had to admit (at least privately to myself) was that my
diapers were feeling more natural for me to wear with each passing day.
Although the bulk of them prevented me from walking like I used to, I
secretly enjoyed the soft swish of the vinyl as it brushed the inside of
my thighs. And the bunny soft cotton felt wonderful against my skin—I
just wished I had the freedom to mast.r-bat_ freely into them and the
constant temptation was maddening. But I had also started to develop a
sense of security while wearing them—I was actually feeling safer
knowing I didn’t have to worry about wetting the bed or my pants.

I found the loud crinkle my vinyl pants made to be very embarrassing as
it announced to everyone in the room that I was present. Much to my
chagrin, Aunt Emily enjoyed patting me on the plump, plastic covered
seat of my diapers whenever I walked by and her subtle look of
superiority only reinforced my feeling of defeat.

She loved my helplessness and I found it mortifying having to ask her to
pull my diapers down so I could do my business in the bathroom. She kept
the door open and tapped her toe watching me while I struggled to let
nature run its course. Afterwards, she’d pull my diapers up and re-pin
them, snugging my plastic panties back into place for the rest of the
day. I soon found that my earlier plan to try and do all my peeing
during this brief visit to the bathroom was destined to fail utterly
because I was forced to drink so many fluids. With a full bottle at
every diaper change and more at every meal, I rarely went more than a
couple hours before I felt the strong need to pee again. I held off as
long as I could but before long, the inevitable happened and I soaked my
diapers. I then had to go and tell Aunt Emily about it and ask her to
change me. Most of the time she’d lead me by the wrist to the nursery
for a fresh set of soft, cozy diapers but occasionally, she’d squeeze my
seat and inform me I could just wear what I had for the time being. I
hated sitting around the house in a wet pair of diapers but there was
nothing I could do about it. I certainly wasn’t going to argue with my
aunt about it. In addition to using her paddle, she had taken Pam up on
her suggestion and begun giving me warm, soapy enemas every other day.
She told me that even if my behavior didn’t warrant it, the process
would help to keep me “clean and regular”.

One day, after breakfast, Aunt Emily was changing my diapers in the
nursery when she told me she had some business to take care of in town.

“But don’t worry Sissy, Aunt Lauren will be coming over to babysit you
today,” she explained to me.

I took that news with misgivings, since my impression of Lauren was that
she was cruel, or at best, indifferent toward me.

“When are you going to be home?” I asked her anxiously as she tugged my
noisy plastic panties into place over my bulging diaper.

“After your nap Honey,” she replied, “and I just know you’ll have a
wonderful time with Lauren--she’s such a sweet person.”

I didn’t share that view but I didn’t say anything, especially since
Aunt Emily had pushed another bottle of warm milk into my mouth.

“Since you’ll just be toddling around the house today, I think I’ll just
put you in one of your onesies,” she told me as she stood up. “That way,
Lauren doesn’t have to change your outfit for your nap.”

My aunt was nothing, if not practical. She went over to my dresser and
brought back a pink and white onesie with the word ‘Princess’ on the
front and an appliqué of a little baby girl below it.

“You’re my little princess, you know that?” she said brightly as she
beeped my nose playfully.

I nodded as she stretched the top and brought it over my upraised arms.
It was soft and fuzzy and despite the humiliation I felt at having to
wear such a childish garment, it was at least comfy. Shiny pink eyelet
lace edged the leg holes and sleeves, giving it a very prissy look and
three rows of ruffles went across the seat. Aunt Emily busied herself,
pulling the front and back together between my legs and snapping the
snaps closed securely.

I was already wearing some pink Strawberry Shortcake anklet socks so my
aunt helped me by tying my Ked’s for me. I thought she was done with me
until she reached over to the dresser and grabbed a small bottle I
hadn’t noticed before. With three generous sprays, she doused me with a
sweet smelling perfume, giggling as she did.

“That’s a little something called Nursery Nights, Joshy. It’ll keep you
smelling fresh and sweet for your babysitter.”

The fragrance smelled like a pungent mixture of baby powder and
something familiar, yet indefinable. True to its name, it reminded me
strongly of my nursery, further reinforcing my babyish feelings. I
pouted silently as I squirmed, too late to be able to do anything about
the scent that would be following me around for the rest of the day.

I heard the doorbell ring and Aunt Emily left to answer it. A few
moments later, I heard approaching footsteps in the hallway and my aunt
returned with Lauren behind her.

“Your babysitter is here, Joshy!” Aunt Emily announced happily.

Lauren was wearing a short black skirt and matching patent leather
high-heeled pumps. Her cream colored sweater was the button down type
but it looked like the buttons were at the point of failing any minute.
Her big, impressive chest was pushing the material to its limits,
straining the overtaxed buttons beyond their intended design. Her long,
luxuriant dark hair flowed freely over her shoulders and my heart
skipped a beat as I looked up into her pretty, yet condescending eyes.

“How’s mommy’s little br.east feeder?” she asked, feigning concern for me.

“I’m sure she’s looking forward to a nice long feed from you this
afternoon,” Aunt Emily remarked, her admiration for her lactating friend
obvious.

“Oh, I’ll make sure she gets her fill,” Lauren promised with a smirk,
“I’ll bet you’re just dying to get one of my nipples back into your
mouth, aren’t you?”

I blushed hotly and squirmed in place as the vinyl crib mattress
covering crinkled under my thickly padded seat.

As she teased me, she gently hefted one of her large br.easts in her
small, exquisitely manicured hand, dwarfing it by comparison. Despite
myself, I felt my little pen-s hardening painfully within my chastity
device. I hadn’t been horny before but now I felt the incessant
throbbing in my groin as I stared with barely concealed lust at her big,
luscious bosom, barely contained by her fuzzy sweater.

“Yes, I can see you are,” Lauren answered for me, giggling at my
desperate plight.

“Well, I was getting ready to go--can you handle her from here?” Aunt
Emily asked Lauren.

“Oh sure, I’ve got everything under control—are you ready to take off?”

“Almost, I just need to get changed for my date,” she replied as she
turned to go into her own bedroom.

Her mention of a date was like a knife being driven through my heart and
I nearly gasped with pain. Up until now, I had had Aunt Emily’s
attentions all to myself and while I knew realistically I could never
expect anything sexual from her, it was still devastating to hear of her
interest in another male. I burned with jealousy, which was fueled by my
resentment of her successful efforts to transform me into a sissy baby
girl. Obviously, in my present state, there was no way I could compete
with her boyfriend, or any other male for that matter. Looking down at
the soft, fuzzy bulge of my onesie that was stretching over the thick
bulk of my diapers, I knew I was nothing but a big baby in her eyes.

For the moment, I sat there alone and ignored as the two of them went
into Aunt Emily’s room to chat. I sighed heavily, my sadness casting a
gloomy cloud over my head.

After a few moments, I grew bored so I went out of my nursery and into
the hall. Off to my left, I heard the two women’s voices as they spoke
in excited tones about Aunt Emily’s date. As much as it pained me to
hear it, I felt compelled to listen in on what was being said and I
couldn’t resist the urge to sneak up and eavesdrop outside her door.

Tip-toeing up to the door and peeping through the crack, I could clearly
see Aunt Emily in a ravishing state of undress. She had slipped out of
her casual clothes and changed into a black silky bra and matching thong
panties. I gaped in awe at the two perfect globes of her pert fanny,
framed by the loose straps of her garter belt. My heartbeat kicked into
over drive as I had never seen such exciting undergarments on a real
woman. I gulped hard and watched in captivated silence as Lauren helped
roll her seamed stockings up her fabulous legs.

Instantly my little pen-s hardened and filled the limits of my CB,
causing me to wince with pain. In helpless frustration, I reached down
to stroke the front of my diaper, realizing for the thousandth time,
that there was absolutely nothing I could do to alleviate my raging
sexual appetite. It was so maddening!

Lauren rolled up the delicate, silky material over Aunt Emily’s smooth,
firm thighs and I let out a sigh of admiration. Such perfection!

She attached the little straps at the tops of the stockings and then
adjusted the fit down the length of her legs to straighten the seams.

“What do you think of these heels?” Aunt Emily asked as she held a pair
of glossy, black patent leather 5” high heels sandals.

“Oh my god, those are sexy,” Lauren exclaimed and she took them to help
my aunt put them on.

My wiener was throbbing insanely as I watched Aunt Emily sit down on her
bed, crossing her sexy legs to make it easier for Lauren to buckle the
tiny straps.

Looking at her angelic appearance, I knew she was way, way out of my
league but I couldn’t help burning with jealousy as I saw that she was
dressing to the nines for some other guy. Worse than that, was the fact
that I was desperately horny and frantic to get some relief and Aunt
Emily had made sure I’d be prevented from doing so. I stomped my feet in
frustration as I unconsciously rubbed the front of my soft diapers in
mute helplessness. I bit my lip as I reflected on the incredible
inequity of my situation. Some guy was going to have all kinds of fun
with my sexy aunt and once again, I’d be spending another long
afternoon, frustrated and horny in my sissy diapers.

Aunt Emily slipped on a slinky, snug top and I could just make out the
enticing lines of her bra underneath, pushing against the tight material
by her big br.easts. I shook my head in amazement at how incredible she
looked, standing in her high heels and stockings, wearing just her top
above the waist. Difficult as it was, I tore myself away from her
bedroom door, knowing she’d be coming out any second.

It took longer than I thought, but about ten minutes later, Aunt Emily
emerged from her bedroom, sashaying with her usual sexy gait, purse in
hand. My pen-s was still straining to be erect within my CB and my
efforts to think about something else to distract me had failed utterly.

As she passed me, she bent over and kissed me on the cheek and I
greedily breathed in wonderful scent.

“Bye-bye Joshy. You have a good day, Sweety,” she said as she stood back
up and strode toward the door.

I pouted in jealous silence but she completely ignored me as she gave
Lauren a hug.

“You go ahead and take off, I’ll see you later this afternoon,” her
friend told her.

“Thanks Hon,” Aunt Emily said as she gave her a brief but erotic kiss on
the lips. I gaped in lustful amazement as I watched their big br.easts
mash against each other for a moment.

“See ya, Joshy!” she called as she strode out the door.

As soon as the door closed, Lauren turned to me, placing her hands on
her hips as she looked down at me, both literally and figuratively.

“You’ve got a busy day ahead of you, Sissy-boy,” she said evenly.

I gulped in fear at the sudden change in tone of her voice that
suggested she had much more in mind for me than simply watching me

here.

“But tell you what—I’m going to give you a little freedom by removing
your mittens, and if you’re really good, maybe we can talk about
removing something else you’ve been wearing.”

My heartbeat increased excitedly at this completely unexpected turn of
events. Could Aunt Emily have left her the key to my chastity device?

“Are-are you going to unlock my CB?” I asked her, trembling with excitement.

Lauren smiled wickedly at me as she undid the buttons on my mittens.

“Maybe…if you’re a good little girl today,” she said tauntingly.

My pee-pee throbbed impatiently and painfully in its cage as I
contemplated finally being released from Aunt Emily’s cruel and
implacable chastity.

“That would be totally awesome!” I exclaimed as my hands came into view
one by one.

“Well, we’ll see,” Lauren said noncommittally.

I was willing to do just about anything to be able to c-m and the
thought of it being possible, changed my outlook entirely.

“Just remember,” she said sternly, “If you misbehave or back sass me,
I’ll pull you over my lap and give you a spanking—got it?”

“Oh, yes Ma-am!” I quickly agreed, trying to sound as cooperative as
possible.

“Okay, let’s get your purse ‘cause we’re heading out,” she said as she
led me down the hall to my nursery.

“Wha-what?” I stammered. I didn’t know we were going outside!

“That’s right Sissy, I’m taking you out for a little bit today—you can’t
stay cooped up in here all summer,” she stated with a trace of annoyance.

“Bu-but, I can’t go out dressed like this,” I wailed, my voice rising in
a panic.

“You can and will, you little sissy,” She said as she stared down at me
sternly, “And if you have a problem with that, we can settle it over my
lap.”

To emphasize her point, she reached over and picked up the wooden paddle
hanging above the dresser. It had already been the cause of more tears
than I could count as wielded by my Aunt Emily and I could only too
easily imagine Lauren using it to good effect.

“N-no, pl-please-please don’t spank me, Aunt Lauren,” I stammered fearfully.

“Are you going to do as you’re told?” she demanded.

“Uh…uh-huh,” I answered uncertainly.

“Good, because I won’t hesitate to blister your little sissy bottom, if
that’s what it takes to make you fly straight.”

I hated buckling under so readily but I didn’t see any alternative.

Swallowing hard, I rubbed my thick, diapered seat unconsciously.

“I-I’ll be good,” I whimpered weakly.

“That’s better. But just in case, I think I’ll be bringing this along,”
she said as she dropped the paddle into her purse, “Come to think of it,
I better pack a diaper bag too, for when you wet yourself,” she said as
an afterthought.

Quickly, Lauren grabbed a fresh set of diapers, plastic panties, and the
other necessary items which she tossed into my big pink and white
Tinkerbelle diaper bag.

I sniffled in dismay, wiping away a tear of trepidation at what this
terrible day would bring. As Lauren busied herself getting my stuff
together, I was still trying to come to grips with the idea of going out
in public in my baby outfit. How was I going to deal with that? Did I
dare argue any further with Lauren? I’d discovered she had a certain
mean streak in her and I knew she wouldn’t hesitate to carry out her
threat of a paddling. Looking her buxom figure up and down, I asked
myself who would win in a physical confrontation but the most likely
answer was her.

And I knew defying her would only make her angrier, resulting in an even
more severe spanking at her hands.

“Come along Sissy,” she said as she saw me weighing my options, “Quit
dawdling and let’s go.”

I trudged out of the room but Lauren grabbed the lacey collar of my
onesie and held me back.

“You forgot your sissy purse,” she said, thrusting the pink, glittery
accessory at me.

I sighed and hung it over my arm in defeat.

“Now everyone you meet will know how much you like Hannah Montana,” she
smirked.

We went out of the room and Lauren held the door open for me to go out
before her but at the moment of truth, I balked again.

“I-I can’t!” I wailed piteously.

The breeze outside tickled my bare legs and I felt terribly exposed to
the street and sidewalk before us.

“Come along Sissy,” she snapped impatiently.

Tugging me sharply by my wrist, her other hand swooped down and slapped
my diapered bottom hard, sending me stumbling forward down the sidewalk
towards her car. In my fear and panic, I felt a small stream of pee
escape into my diaper and I squealed like a little girl.

“Oh!!” I exclaimed in my high voice.

Behind me, Lauren quickly locked the door, preventing any chance of my
returning that way.

I cringed in fear as I shot angst-filled looks at the surrounding yards
and streets. To my relief, the area was mostly empty, due to the
neighbors being at work. However, across the street, an older woman
stopped raking her yard and she stared hard at me, the confusion on her
face obvious. I blushed furiously and turned around, hoping Lauren would
hurry up and let me into the relative cover of her car. She winked at me
and slowly unlocked her door, taking her time to make me endure the full
humiliation of my exposure as much as possible. As the breeze increased
slightly, I could feel the lace ruffles around my leg bands and across
my bulging, diapered seat being lifted and fluttering merrily as if to
call further attention to my babyish condition.

Finally, Lauren released the locks on my side and I slipped inside as
quickly as I could. Looking down between my legs, I could see the shiny
vinyl plastic of my baby panties peeking out from the sides between my
thighs. And in the closed space of Lauren’s car, I could again easily
smell the babyish scent of my own perfume surrounding me.

The fact that I had just wet myself without any conscious thought was
disturbing although not nearly as much as my desire to leave this
neighborhood and the inquiring stare of the lady across the street.

We pulled out and were soon on our way across town. I did my best to
look the other way every time we pulled up alongside another car at a
stop light but on at least one occasion, I swear I could hear giggles
from an open window next to us. I kept my head turned even as my cheeks
burned with shame.

Before long, we pulled up in front of a store called Missy’s Dresses and
Apparel, with pink neon letters on the sign done in an elegant cursive
style.

“Wha-what are we going to do here?” I asked uncertainly.

By way of answering me, Lauren reached over and took the rubber pacifier
hanging from the loop around my neck and pushed it firmly and
authoritatively into my mouth.

“Mmpph,” I whimpered in frustration.

Lauren opened the door and shortly after, came over and opened mine.

“Come along Missy,” she said, chuckling to herself.

My heart was beating a million miles an hour as I took my first
tentative steps outside again. Pushing me forward, Lauren made me walk
in front of her towards the double glass doors of the store. I trembled
nervously, suddenly very aware of the thick bulk of my childish diapers
that forced me to waddle awkwardly. How could I possibly explain my
appearance to anyone we met?

When we reached the door, Lauren reached over me and opened it, pushing
me inside against my will. No sooner did we get inside when I came face
to face with an older, but strikingly beautiful woman. She looked to be
in her mid-forties but she was in excellent shape and her piercing brown
eyes looked me up and down as she smiled knowingly at me. I felt like
wetting again and I only barely managed to prevent it from happening as
my cheeks and neck grew hot with shame.

“Well…” she exclaimed, “And who is this little baby girl?”

I blushed crimson and stared at the floor, seeing only her high heels in
my vision as I sucked nervously on my pacifier.

“His name is Joshy,” Lauren explained in an unflattering tone, “And his
aunt indulges his sissy behavior. Joshy likes to wear little girl
panties but unfortunately, he just can’t be trusted to keep them dry. So
his aunt decided instead to put him in diapers and baby clothes—they
seem much more suitable for his daily wear.”

“Is that so!” the saleslady remarked with obvious enthusiasm, “Well you
certainly brought him to the right place—I have all kinds of prissy
little dresses I’m sure he’d just love to try on.”

“Why don’t we start by getting his measurements?” Lauren asked her.

“Sounds great! By the way, my name is Barbara--why don’t you two come
back into my fitting room,” she said as she led us back into the
interior of the store, “Joshy, have you wet yourself that we need to
change you?”

Her tone of voice suggested that I had no control whatsoever over my
bodily functions.

I blushed again and hastily shook my head no, even though I could
guiltily feel a little dampness from earlier in the driveway.

“Okay, well just let me know—you’re not the first little boy we’ve had
who couldn’t keep his pants dry,” she explained.

My cheeks burned at being compared to toddlers who hadn’t been potty
trained yet.

Going back to her fitting room, Barbara took out a tape measure and took
a speculative look down at me.

“Tell you what—why don’t we remove this onesie so I can get a better
measurement.”

I whimpered in embarrassment at the prospect of being so exposed but
Lauren quickly agreed and she bent down to reach between my legs to undo
the snaps. Her movement presented me with an opportunity and I couldn’t
help but stare in amazement down the front of her top as she quickly
released each snap one by one. Her br.easts were so full and plump, I
felt a strange mixture of unquenchable desire and deep humiliation all
at once.

The springy material popped upwards as it was released from the snaps
and my babyish plastic panties instantly came into view. Barbara the
saleslady bent down and patted my thick bottom appreciatively.

“Look at who’s wearing baby’s diapers!” she exclaimed a little too
loudly as she acknowledged the obvious.

I blushed hotly and chewed anxiously on my pacifier as she stared down
from my infantile underwear and then at my crimson face.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had a little boy in here as old as you and
still in his diapers,” she stated with amused astonishment.

I felt my eyes moistening with tears of shame as she ran her hands over
the smooth vinyl of my stretched baby pants but I almost jumped when I
felt her soft hand caress my bare thigh.

“Oh--I’m sorry! Don’t worry little sissikins, I won’t hurt you,” she
assured me in a kind, yet condescending tone.

“Such smooth legs!” she beamed up at me in surprise, “And so soft! Just
like a little girl’s!”

Despite my intense humiliation, I felt an electric sense of arousal at
the touch of her feminine hand on my thighs.

Lauren was enjoying my shame immensely and she wore a smirk of
satisfaction as she looked down upon my quivering form.

“He’s a natural born sissy, don’t you think?” she asked the lady.

“Oh my--yes,” the lady quickly agreed, “And he’ll look just perfect when
we get him his own dress.”

I shook my head in protest and murmured my disagreement although the
pacifier prevented anything coherent from being heard.

“Now you just stand still while I get these measurements Joshy,” Barbara
said as she peeled my onesie up and over my head, “I know wearing
dresses might seem like a big step for you but trust me, it’s all for
the best.”

A tear trickled down my check as she reached around me and began taking
meticulous measurements of my chest, waist, and shoulders. Jotting down
the figures, she looked me over appraisingly.

“You know, I think I may have something here in the store that can be
adjusted to fit you. Wouldn’t you like to go home with your very own
girly dress Joshy?” she asked enthusiastically.

I shook my head no and sniffled but she merely grabbed my cheek
affectionately and squeezed it.

“Nonsense,” she stated firmly, “I’ll fix you up with something just
scrumptious!”

Standing up, she pressed a button on an inter-store intercom.

“Suzie? Can you come back to the fitting room please?”

I scanned the far door anxiously; afraid of the inevitable humiliation
that I knew would soon be happening against my will. I felt so exposed,
just standing there stupidly in my fat diapers, lacey anklets and Ked’s.
In a moment, a young girl about 17 appeared, but before the older
saleslady could explain the reason for calling her back, she broke out
in open laughter as she stared at my babyish figure. It was obvious from
her reaction that she was unaccustomed to seeing young guys dressed in
diapers and sissy shoes.

Without thinking, I felt another quick stream of hot pee flow into the
soft cloth around my crotch and I cringed in mortified silence. This
girl was extremely cute, with long, bleach blonde hair pinned back in an
attractive style that showed her high cheekbones and stunning eyes. As
she walked closer into the room towards us, she looked me up and down in
amazement, shaking her pretty head as if unable to believe what she was
seeing.

All I could do was shift nervously in my feet and stare at the floor in
pacified silence.

“Suzie, can you see if the pink gingham dress in the window can be
adjusted to fit these measurements?” the older lady asked as she handed
her employee the figures she’d made.

“And we’ll want to bring up the hem about three inches,” she added as an
afterthought.

Still giggling, Suzie took the paper and, giving me one last look of
incredulity, strode back out of the room. I felt so embarrassed standing
there, the center of everyone’s attention and looking like a whimpering
toddler who’d lost his mommy.

“You know, I’ve ordered some food for lunch, maybe you’d like to stay
while the dress is being re-cut?” Barbara offered Lauren.

“That would be wonderful—thank you very much,” she replied.

Deciding to take a chance, I pulled my pacifier out and faced up to Lauren.

“A-aunt Lauren? Can I please put something on to wear--please?”

“You’re fine with what you have on,” she replied with callous
dismissiveness, “All you need are your diapers and baby panties.”

I pouted in silence but the lady bent over and looked me in the face.

“Don’t worry Honey, you’ll have your new dress before long, try to be
patient.”

That wasn’t what I wanted to hear but I didn’t dare say anything that
might make Lauren angry.

The lady began setting up some prepared food on a table that was used by
the employees until Lauren stopped her.

“Oh, it’ll be just the two of us,” she said pointing to herself and
Barbara, “Joshy’s still breastfeeding.”

The lady couldn’t help but giggle at that and she patted me on the head
warmly.

“Of course,” she chuckled merrily.

Taking me by the arm forcefully, Lauren led me over to a couch and sat
me down in such a way that I had now become accustomed to with her; face
up and staring at her big, round br.easts that were inches away from my
nose.

“Come along baby, it’s time for lunch,” she told me in no uncertain terms.

I whimpered helplessly as she slowly unbuttoned her straining sweater
top, revealing more and more of her wonderful, deep cleavage as she went
lower. Mesmerized by her fantastic bosom, I stared back in wonder as her
magnificent br.easts came into view before me.

“Remember, good little boys get treats,” she admonished me as she
unhooked the clasp at the front of her smooth pink bra, allowing her
fabulous mammary to be free. I swallowed hard as she pulled the soft cup
away and revealed her large, perky nipple which was already damp. I
mewed weakly as she pushed it into my yielding mouth, a sob of shame and
defeat being muffled by her delicious, plump boob.

“Thaaat’s it,” she cooed down at me, “show everyone what a big sissy
baby you are.”

I sniffled but sucked obediently, a warm stream of milk soon flowing
into my mouth.

As Lauren watched me carefully, her hand slipped down and caressed the
smooth, shiny front of my plastic panties.

“Looks like baby already wet himself, hmm?” she said tauntingly as she
felt the warmth trapped beneath.

I nodded and blushed hotly, closing my eyes to her riveting gaze.

“Don’t worry Joshy—everyone knows you’re a big baby, why else would a
big boy like you still be wearing diapers?”

I whimpered in embarrassment, unable to argue against what she was
saying about me and another tear trickled down my cheek.

“I think you’ll like the dress I have picked out for him,” Barbara said
between taking a sip of her drink, “It’s really more suited for a baby
than a little girl; cute blocks and rattles below the pink gingham pattern.”

“Sounds perfect for little Joshy—doesn’t it Sugarplum,” she said in her
kootchie-koo voice.

Her big br.easts seemed have an inexhaustible supply of milk and even
drinking at a steady pace, there didn’t seem to be any end to it. She
and Barbara chatted between each other, ignoring me for the most part as
if I were a part of the furniture. At one point, Lauren shifted my head
over and offered her other br.east to me. I was already feeling full but
when saw me pouting with hesitation, she gave my bare thigh a swift slap
and I was forced to resume nursing. I was starting to feel the urgent
call of nature from all this liquid and I knew it wouldn’t be long
before I had to wet myself completely.

At last, Lauren decided I was finished and she lifted me up off her lap
and allowed me to sit next to her. Somewhat dizzy, I could feel the milk
sloshing around in my tummy and I felt slightly queasy. Just then, Suzie
came into the backroom holding a fluffy pink dress in her hands.

Lauren gasped in happy surprise as she took in the babyish garment.

“Will you look at that Joshy? It’s like it was made just for you!” she
exclaimed eagerly.

As it was brought closer, I got a better look at it myself.

It was made of two distinct patterns, one a pink gingham design for the
short puffy sleeves and the other, a colorful nursery pattern with
playful ducks and bunnies on the bodice. It had a lacey Peter pan style
bib and the hem flared out over multiple layers of soft white petticoat
ruffles. It looked like it had been designed for a two year-old toddler
girl.

I shook my head no but no one paid me any attention.

“Here you are Sugarplum,” Barbara said as she took it from Suzie and
brought it over to put it on me.

“No…please-please don’t make me wear that,” I whined as I tried to back
away.

Lauren seized me firmly and whispered in my ear.

“Joshy? Remember what we talked about before? You’re going to have to
wear your CB for a very long time unless you start behaving.”

I whimpered in frustration but stopped fighting as Barbara came closer,
holding the dress aloft.

“Raise your arms Sweety,” she beamed down at me.

Reluctantly, I did as I was told and I felt the soft, underlining of the
dress descend over my defeated form. My vision was momentarily obscured
as the dress was lowered over my head and adjusted into position. I was
amazed at how well it fit, the shoulders were roomy but not loose and
the chest was quite comfortable. Unconsciously, I ran my finger under
the elastic bands at the end of the short sleeves; I wasn’t used to
seeing the puffy, balloon shapes on either side of my head.

Looking down, I could see my bare thighs clearly exposed and I tugged at
the hem to try and make it go lower.

The women giggled at my maneuver and Barbara moved me closer to the full
length mirror in the room.

“Take a look at what a cute little girl you are!” she exclaimed excitedly.

For the first time today, I looked at my reflection in the mirror and I
was aghast at what I saw. Not only were my hairless legs in view but my
shiny fat diaper was also fully and humiliatingly exposed. I tugged
again but neither the dress nor the petticoats would go any lower. I
twirled around to look at my backside and all three of the vinyl ruffles
on my plastic panties could be seen.

I groaned in humiliated dismay.

Blushing hotly, I felt my need to pee suddenly overwhelming me. Picking
the worst possible moment, just then, Barbara bent down and began
fluffing up the soft, diaphanous petticoat layers to make them lay even.
I tried to hold back but it was too late. With a strong, irrepressible
pressure behind it, I let go with a hot stream of pee into the front of
my already damp diaper.

Biting my lip, I looked down to see Barbara returning my gaze with a big
smile on her beautiful face.

“Well, well…” she announced before I could do anything about it, “Looks
like our little baby girl is wetting her diapers.”

My face burned like coals as everyone held their breath to listen. It
could be plainly heard as my bladder emptied itself freely into the
soft, cushiony folds of my diaper, signaling all too clearly why I was
wearing them in the first place. Suzie shook her head and stared at me
like I was a helpless retard.

I could feel my diapers growing heavy and sagging as the liquid
continued to soak into the cloth. The warm wetness surrounded my
sensitive, swollen balls, surrounding me with that familiar childish
sensation as it slowly seeped backward into the thick seat of my diaper.

“My, my, you’re quite a little wetter, aren’t you?” Barbara said as she
bent down to look me in the face.

A pair of tears trickled down my face as I nodded in shameful silence.
Barbara seemed to take pity on me and she hugged me closely to her
bosom, patting me on the back even as my peeing continued unabated.

“There, there, baby,” she cooed in a sugary voice, “Mommy knows you
can’t help it.”

I shook my head in frustration but she kept consoling me, her hand
slipping down to squeeze the now warm, saturated seat of my diapers
through the baby pants.

“It’s good you’re wearing a nice thick diaper and plastic panties
Sweety,” she reflected as she patted my seat gently.

“Hon, did you happen to bring along a change of diapers for your baby?”
she asked Lauren.

“I sure did, and if he’s sounds like he’s done, we can change him right
here,” she explained.

I whimpered weakly as I felt the last squirt of pee finishing up, my
diapers now very wet and heavy.

Barbara pulled away and then bent down to look me in the eye.

Unfortunately, with all three of them watching me closely, I couldn’t
keep eye contact with her and I stared at the floor miserably. Taking
her long finger, she put it under my chin and lifted it up so I’d be
forced to look her in the eye.

“All done Sweety?” She asked nicely.

“Uh-huh,” I mumbled.

“Don’t you worry Baby, ‘cause we’re going to change those wet diapers
right away,” she assured me.

Lauren began laying out the supplies on the floor, starting with my
vinyl changing pad and one by one, she took out all the other items I
needed.

“Here Joshy, why don’t you hold onto these while I’m getting you
changed,” she instructed me as she handed me a pair of white nursery
print baby pants.

I bit my lip anxiously as I held the infantile panties in my hands. The
gesture seemed to say to everyone that the vinyl panties were for me and
me alone.

“Just think,” she said in a tone of voice deliberately designed to
humiliate me, “while all the other guys your age are getting their first
dates with teenage girls, you’re in here getting your wet diapers changed.”

Her biting words stung and I sobbed in shame as I choked back the urge
to begin crying in earnest.

“Aww, it’s okay Sweety,” Barbara interjected, “Some little boys just
have a hard time keeping their pants dry, but don’t worry—yours are made
of sturdy, waterproof plastic!”

Her words were hardly comforting and Lauren sat me down in the center of
the big pad where I landed with a wet, warm squish. My bottom felt the
full effect as the soaking wet cloth was squeezed against my buns.

After pushing my voluminous dress and petticoats out of the way, I could
feel her slim fingers slip under the snug waistband of my plastic
panties and begin peeling them off my diaper. I fidgeted fussily as she
pulled them down my legs and placed them into a large plastic bag for
that purpose.

It was when she unpinned the wet cotton cloth that I realized that I was
about to have my chastity device exposed yet again to a pair of curious
strangers. I whimpered in shame as she pulled the thick, darkened cloth
back and revealed my little surprise package to Barbara and her assistant.

The older woman gasped and immediately reached down to feel the clear
plastic tube for herself.

“Oh my word!” she exclaimed, her face breaking into a big grin.

“Looks like wetting his pants isn’t your baby’s only problem-is it?” she
asked in astonishment.

“Nope, this little sissy’s also a chronic masturbator as well,” Lauren
replied as she cleaned my groin and buns with a baby wipe.

“Well, I’ll bet this little wonder probably puts a stop to that filthy
habit,” Barbara opined as she lightly grasped my CB between her fingers.

“It sure does. Without this little gem, I wouldn’t trust Josh for five
minutes in his diapers—he’d be playing with himself non-stop.”

I grunted in disagreement but Barbara shook her head as Suzie came over
to get a closer look for herself.

“I can imagine that the soft cloth is a tremendous temptation for the
little sissy,” Barbara mused, “but this should keep him from being
naughty,” she said as she wiggled my captive pen-s in its tube.

I sniffled and felt another set of tears running down the side of my face.

“Oh—I almost forgot,” Lauren suddenly said, “Josh is supposed to get a
bottle of milk with every changing….do you happen to have any here?”

A shadow crossed Barbara’s attractive face as she sadly returned
Lauren’s look of inquiry.

“No…I’m terribly sorry, I don’t.”

Looking down at my moist eyes, Barbara actually appeared like she might
be feeling sympathy for me.

“And I’m afraid it looks like your baby’s going to start crying.”

I looked away, determined not to humiliate myself further even as I
fought back the tears.

“I know!” Lauren announced with a sly grin, “Can you finish changing
him? I have just the thing!”

“No problem,” Barbara replied and she took Lauren’s place between my
legs. As I watched here begin arranging the stack of soft diapers in
front of me, Lauren moved up on all fours until she was sitting next to
my shoulder. With an evil smirk on her pretty face, I watched her
unbutton her sweater again and once again, her big, beautiful br.easts
came jiggling into view.

“Here you are Joshy—a niiice serving of mother’s milk while Aunt Barbara
changes your di-dees.”

She unclasped her bra and her massive, pendulous br.easts swung freely
above my head.

“And this should make those wittle baby tears go away,” she chuckled in
her condescending nursery voice.

Her big nipples pointed straight at me and she lowered herself
downwards, positioning herself in such away that one of her erect
nipples came down before my lips.

Without waiting for my acquiescence, she dropped her br.east down and it
mashed against my face. I squealed as I felt myself being smothered but
I couldn’t budge with her holding me in place.

“MMMMPHH!! UMPH!!” I howled, but her br.east muffled every syllable that
came from my mouth.

“Come on Joshy, nurse from Aunt Lauren while you get put back into your
diapers,” she ordered me.

Powerless to resist her, I mewled in defeat, opening my mouth to accept
her warm milk. It flowed immediately and trickled down my throat freely
as I felt fragrant baby powder being shaken over my loins. I felt so
utterly babyish and helpless, nursing the firm, warm nipple in my mouth
as Barbara pulled my thick diapers up and pinned them securely into place.

“That’s mommy’s baby,” Lauren cooed satisfied.

Pouting impotently, I moaned in true sissy fashion and squirmed as
Barbara began snaking my noisy plastic panties up my legs. She giggled
at my plight, and Lauren shared a look of victory with her as she once
again, forced me to her feminine will.

Finally, the humiliating and emasculating process was over and Lauren
lifted her br.east up and away from me. I wiped my face from the spilled
milk that had dribbled down my cheek and looked down to see Barbara
beaming proudly at me. My shiny plastic baby pants were stretching over
a fresh, fat diaper that pushed my smooth thighs apart with their bulk.

“There you are Baby girl!” she proclaimed, “All diapered and ready for
your ride home.”

I sniffled and looked around at the smug look shared by Lauren and
Barbara. They were clearly pleased with having humiliated me so
completely and it was equally obvious there was nothing I could do about it.

Lauren handed me my pink Hannah Montana purse but I pouted in miserable
silence.

“Aww, would baby Joshy like a dolly to take home with her?” Barbara
asked in that syrupy voice.

“Uh-uh,” I muttered but it was too late.

She brought a female doll of a baby over that was wearing a pink dress
and diapers not unlike my own.

“Isn’t that something Joshy? She looks just like you. I know you two
will have all kinds of fun playing together.” Barbara said gleefully.

Taking the doll reluctantly, I turned to Lauren who was writing out a
check to Barbara for the dress.

“Thank you for everything, Joshy’s dress is absolutely wonderful—isn’t
it Joshy?” she asked me.

I shrugged sulkily as I held the doll by her arm, feeling totally
defeated and resigned to looking and living the life of a baby girl.

Waddling out of the store, I kept my gaze on the floor until I heard a
pair of teenage girls gasping in shock at my appearance. They broke into
open laughter as we passed them at the door and I hurried outside to get
in the car, my Mary Janes clicking with embarrassing loudness on the
sidewalk. Lauren just chuckled and smiled at me with bemused indifference.

“Better get used to it Sissy, ‘cause what you have on is what you’ll be
wearing from now on,” she said firmly.

I continued to pout silently on the way home, contemplating a life of
endless humiliations but Lauren simply ignored me. Once we got there, I
was changed out of my dress and put into a footed sleeper for my nap. It
was a soft, fuzzy pink garment that covered me head to toe, and was
admittedly, very comfortable to wear. As usual, Lauren insisted I finish
a bottle of formula before going to sleep. She set up a baby monitor
near the crib, just in case I needed anything or was in any trouble. And
with that, she closed the top and locked me in for the afternoon.

I still hated having to take a nap in the middle of the day—it seemed
like such a waste of time to me. I’d lie there, staring up through the
crib bars at the ceiling, unable to sleep but wishing I could take
advantage of the privacy to at least play with myself.

Rubbing the bulky front of my diapers, I could feel their cushiony
softness and it caressed my c-m-filled balls pleasingly. I could only
imagine how wonderful they would feel if my little pen-s were free of
its cage. Oh, how I fantasized about being able to stroke it while
dressed in my diapers. To explode in earth-shattering ecstasy would be
too delicious for words. But Aunt Emily had made sure I would live
exactly like a baby—right down to the inability to mast.r-bat_. It was
beyond infuriating!

In the silence of the nursery, I could hear the front door of the house
close and then the sound of voices, as Lauren conversed with someone
who’d just come in. I could tell from the lower timbre that it was a
man’s voice and I cringed for a moment as I wondered whether she’d be
bringing him in to look at me. However, I soon realized she had other
plans since I could plainly hear them going into the bedroom down the hall.

I say I could hear them plainly because apparently, Lauren had made a
mistake with the baby monitor. Instead of leaving the one that
transmitted in my room, she had left the one that monitors the other
unit. Thus, I could hear every word she was saying quite clearly, even
though it was several doors away.

I listened in silence as she greeted what sounded like her boyfriend, a
guy apparently named Adam. Occasionally, I could hear their conversation
interrupted as the two of them kissed and became amorous with each
other. I could only grit my teeth in silence as I listened, a prisoner
of the baby monitor which was out of my reach from inside the crib. It
soon became all too clear that Lauren had invited Adam over to have sex
with her and I cringed with bitter resentment and jealousy.

Perhaps it was just my overwrought imagination, but it seemed like she
was doing a fair amount of talking for what I always imagined would be a
mostly quiet business. She asked Adam to unbutton her sweater—“not too
fast”, and then she encouraged him to nuzzle between her big br.easts. I
could imagine the scene all too clearly, having had my nose there only
an hour before. However, this was entirely different. Lauren’s boyfriend
was being allowed to fondle and caress her bosom with his hands and
face, in a purely adult manner that had been strictly denied to me. It
was obvious that she’d made no restrictions whatsoever to his intentions.

I held my breath, listening for every detail as she moaned with pleasure
at Adam’s attentions. I could hear him kissing her and I could imagine
all too well where on her luscious body he was doing it. My pen-s was
throbbing painfully again, desperate to get freed from it’s implacable
prison and I found myself breathing heavily as I heard Lauren moaning
once more. I pictured her sitting on the bed, her sweater unbuttoned and
open, her head canted back as Adam kissed and caressed her big,
beautiful br.easts.

In my frustration, I gripped the side bars of the crib while my pen-s
raged in unrequited desperation. It was bad enough that I couldn’t
stroke my wiener but I couldn’t even get hard!

Soon, I could hear the bed squeaking and it didn’t take a rocket
scientist to tell what was going on. Lauren kept up a steady dialogue of
encouragement to Adam which only served to throw fuel on the fire of my
imagination, painting a complete picture of what was happening.

“Oh Adam….yes…..yes…oh, your c-ck is so biiiiig…oh god…yes…drive it
in….harder…oh yes…oh my god Baby…don’t stop…”

My pen-s throbbed so badly I thought it was going numb. And my heart was
beating a hundred miles an hour as I listened helplessly to Lauren’s
impassioned moaning, filling the nursery with her dripping sexiness. I
pictured her boyfriend, plunging his big mighty c-ck deep into her eager
feminine pu-sy, her slippery insides gripping him with luxurious
ecstasy. How incredible would it be to be in his place right now, I
asked myself. My own pathetic little member was sore and aching but it
was as if I had swallowed a bottle of vi-gra. I couldn’t close my ears
to the audio torture that was filling the room, nor could I prevent
myself from imagining what was taking place two doors down from my own.
Lauren was being ravished and satisfied in a way I knew I’d never be
capable of. I envied jocks like Adam who were so naturally well hung
that babes like Lauren and Aunt Emily flocked to them. And much as I
resented her for everything she’d done to me, I would have forgiven her
in an instant if I would have been allowed to be in Adam’s place doing
what he was doing to her.

For a half hour, they went at it like animals, Lauren crying out in
delirium and passion as she came over and over again. Finally, Adam
grunted loudly himself and except for their labored breathing, a
relative quiet fell over the room.

For my part, I was still worked up in a frenzy and I was panting
breathlessly myself as I lay on my back. A bead of sweat had even
appeared on my brow and I wiped it away as I grimaced from the pain of
my poor caged pen-s, frantically trying to gain release. I’d never been
so frustrated in all my life!

Evidently, the two of them left the bedroom because I didn’t hear much
for the next hour or so. When Lauren did finally come into the room, her
hair was in ravishing disarray, tousled from her sexual escapade in the
bedroom. Seeing her pretty face and hourglass silhouette in the dim
light of my nightlight, I was anxiously desperate to c-m. The topmost
button of her sweater was still unbuttoned and I gazed hungrily at the
deep line of cleavage disappearing into her top.

“It’s time for you to get up, Joshy,” she announced, a deeply satisfied
element discernable in her tone of voice.

“Is mommy home?” I asked anxiously.

“Nope--she called and said she won’t be home for a few hours. But that’s
okay, ‘cause I still have plans for you.”

My heart surged with hope as I remembered her promise to unlock my
chastity cage.

“Are-are you gonna unlock my CB now?” I stammered nervously.

“Not yet Joshy, there’s no time for that now—you have an appointment
with a friend of mine,” she said vaguely.

“But…when’re you gonna unlock my cage?” I whined pathetically.

“If you keep pestering me about it—never,” she snapped.

I clamped my jaws shut so as not to further annoy her.

Lauren removed my sleeper and then grasping my arm, made me bend over

so
my diapered bottom was sticking out. With her free hand, she squeezed
the thick seat and then gave it a slap which landed with a dull thud.

“Not wet yet, I see,” she remarked as she put away my jammies.

Her haughty treatment of me made me feel very childish and inferior.

I sat on the edge of my crib mattress as she brought my baby dress over
and put it back on me. Since I was still wearing my Strawberry Shortcake
anklets, all Lauren needed to do was to buckle my shiny black Mary Janes
on before she declared me ready to go.

“On second thought, since this dress is so short, we should probably get
some rumba panties over those diapers of yours--after all, everyone will
be able to see them at all times. And what kind of babysitter would I be
if I were to let you go out without some proper rumba panties?”

I grimaced as I wondered who “everyone” was that she was referring to
but Lauren was already busy sifting through my panty drawer looking for
a suitable cover. She came back over with a glittery pair of pink
ruffled panties, slipping them over my shoes and pulling them up my legs.

“Ordinarily, I’d expect a guy of your age to be a bit resistant to
wearing frilly panties but Emily told me all about your little fetish so
I’m sure you’re quite excited to get to wear them.”

With her scornful tone of voice, I reached down to pull the panties up
just to get it over with but she slapped my hands away.

“Hold your dress up, Sissy,” she ordered me tersely.

I passively did as I was told and Lauren slowly snaked the silky panties
up and over the fat bulkiness of my diapers, taking her time to fit them
carefully.

“You are without a doubt, the biggest sissy I’ve ever met in my life,”
she remarked as she shook her head in disgust.

She pulled me over to the full length mirror and forced me to face my
reflection.

“Just look at yourself,” she said as she spun me around so I could see
my ruffled seat, “Just like a little baby girl.”

I had to admit she was right but there was little I could do about it. I
was desperate to gain release from my chastity device and I was willing
to put up with anything to make it happen.

“Okay Sissy, get your purse--it’s time to go,” she quipped.

Grabbing her keys, Lauren led me once more outside and we took another
short ride over to a salon where she had a friend working. We entered
the building through a back entrance and went into a room that was
separated from the public area. For a moment, we were alone but my
relief was short lived as a pretty young teenage girl wearing white
jeans and a tank top soon came in.

“Oh my god!!” she exclaimed in a much louder tone of voice than I would
have preferred.

Eyes wide open in shock, she looked me over like I had just stepped out
of a flying saucer. I cringed uncomfortably as she examined my dress,
feeling the material in amazement and then looking me in the eye as if
to see what kind of guy would allow himself to go out in public dressed
as a baby girl. The worse moment was when I felt her lithe hand reach
down and softly pat the ruffled seat of my diapers.

“Well, you certainly are well protected,” she giggled with amusement.

“He needs to be,” Lauren remarked, “he can’t keep his diapers dry for
more than an hour.”

“Is that so?” the cute girl declared excitedly. She seemed genuinely
fascinated that she had a teenage guy before her who needed to wear

diapers.

“What’s you name, Honey?” she asked sweetly.

I was about to stammer out my name when Lauren beat me to it.

“His name is Joshy,” she said simply.

“Aww, I think that’s a cute name,” she replied, “My name is Hope.”

“Hi,” I said weakly, overwhelmed by the combination of her close
attention and pretty face.

“Why don’t you come over here and make yourself comfy,” she said as she
took my hand and led me over to a salon chair that had been placed near
a counter with a lighted mirror facing it.

I did as I was told, uneasy about what the two of them had in mind.

“You just relax Joshy, I’m going to fix you right up here.”

She proceeded to place a pink smock over me and begin working on my
hair, cutting here and there and then she started applying a set of
curlers all over my head.

“Wha-what are you doing?” I asked as I tried to get up from the seat. I
didn’t like where this was headed, not one bit.

“Sh-shushh,” Hope said soothingly as Lauren came around and held me in
place, “I know you’ll just love how this will turn out--trust me.”

I struggled weakly against Lauren’s grip and realized there was little I
could do.

“Joshy…” Lauren whispered softly in my ear.

Her sexy voice disarmed me unexpectedly and I relaxed in my seat.

“When we get home, I’m going to unlock your chastity device and then you
know what?”

I gulped with anticipation.

“Huh-uh,” I said with nervous excitement.

“And then I’m going to put you into a fresh set of baby soft diapers and
let you take your time as you play with yourself without restriction…and
you can kiss my br.easts anywhere you want…would you like that?”

I couldn’t believe my ears--what a wonderful treat that would be, to
finally feel the blissfully soft cotton of my diapers directly on my
engorged, neglected hard-on.

“Y-yes Ma’am,” I answered shakily.

Hope turned my chair so I was facing away from the mirror and it was
easier for me to remain compliant now that I wasn’t seeing my hair being
transformed. It took another twenty minutes and then Hope applied some
foul smelling chemical to my curled hair. Deep down, I knew I should be
doing something to resist her efforts but I was ruled by my absolute
need to get sexual relief. It had been weeks now and my heart raced as I
contemplated my soon to be orgasm.

Hope covered my head with a plastic cover and then pushed a dryer into
position behind me.

“Okay Joshy, just relax here and I’ll take care of your nails,” she said
warmly.

‘Huh?” I asked, not sure what she meant.

Clicking on the dryer, Hope ignored my question and then sat down before
me, taking one of my hands in hers. She filed each nail carefully and
then took a small bottle of pink nail polish and opened it up.

“Oh…oh,” I whimpered in protest but Lauren had moved in front of me and
unbuttoned the top button of her sweater, revealed another tantalizing
inch of her deep cleavage.

“Joshy…” she cooed temptingly.

I bit my lip and settled down as Hope began carefully painting my nails
a glossy coat of pink.

“What do you think about this color, Lauren?” she asked.

“It’s perfect,” she replied nodding with satisfaction, “And I’m going to
make sure his aunt makes him keep them up.”

I cringed at the thought of having to maintain the feminine appearance
of my nails but somehow, I put that thought out of my mind. Instead, I
gazed at Lauren’s wonderful bosom and fantasized about kissing the plump
tops of her br.easts as I stroked myself to the mind shattering climax
that had for so long been denied me. I felt mischievous to think that
I’d soon be circumventing Aunt Emily’s cruel chastity regime.

Before long, Hope had finished my nails and she sat back to look me over.

“Tell me Joshy, have you always been a little sissy?” she asked with
genuine interest.

It was mortifying to be asked such a direct question, all the more by a
very attractive girl not much older than me.

“N-no,” I replied hesitantly, realizing belatedly that my answer became
a tacit admission that I was a sissy.

“Well, you certainly are one now,” she giggled quickly, “I can’t recall
ever seeing a boy of your age still in diapers.”

Her air of superiority washed over me, making me feel all the more weak
and effeminate. My cheeks burned with shame and I swallowed hard trying
to think of something to say. I was about to launch into a spirited
defense of myself but Lauren quickly interrupted me.

“Joshy has a fetish for wearing prissy, frilly girl’s clothing and
fortunately for him--his aunt is very understanding,” she announced boldly.

“Really?” Hope asked interestedly.

“Oh yes, but Joshy wasn’t satisfied with just wearing little girl’s
panties--he wanted to take it a step further and he asked his aunt if
she would start putting him in diapers and plastic pants.”

Hope was clearly shocked by this revelation and she turned back to face me.

“Was that because you were wetting your pants and you knew you needed
diapers?” she asked me bluntly.

“No-no,” I protested as I shook my head, not happy at all with how the
conversation was headed.

“Actually, it’s because he likes to play with himself, and not only does
he love the soft, babyish feel of diapers, but it also makes it easier
for him to hide the inevitable wet spot,” Lauren answered for me.

My mouth opened as I tried to blurt out how I’d been forced into diapers
against my will but Hope wasn’t paying any attention.

“Eww,” she said in disgust, “That’s gross.”

“--And no sooner did his aunt start putting him back in diapers than he
began wetting them just like a baby. As a matter of fact, he’s become so
comfortable wearing them now that he’s lost complete control over his
bladder.”

I blushed hotly as Hope looked me over closely.

“I have not!” I denied vehemently but it was obvious that Hope didn’t
believe me.

“It’s okay Joshy, most little sissies have a hard time controlling
themselves and that’s why they need a strong mommy to take care of
them,” Hope explained, “Most sissies are bedwetters too so it is only
natural you should want to wear diapers.”

“But when it became apparent that Joshy couldn’t stop playing with
himself, his aunt had to put him in a secure chastity device--she’s got
him wearing one all the time now, underneath his diapers.”

“Really?” Hope asked again, “He’s wearing a chastity device right now?”

“Absolutely,” Lauren replied, “It’s a godsend for little boys like Joshy
who can’t stop mast.r-bat.ng.”

Hope’s pretty eyes drilled into me as I cringed with embarrassment.

“Does it really work?” she asked as she stared at me.

“It’s a 100% effective,” Lauren assured Hope, “Joshy’s little pen-s is
held captive in a clear tube which prevents him from being able to
stroke it and he can’t even get hard. Of course, he still gets horny as
hell but now there’s nothing he can do about it.”

“Is that so…” Hope said with a devilish smile.

Cupping her br.easts, she pushed them up together and gently stroked
them, deliberately tempting me with her sexiness. I quivered in helpless
silence as I gaped at this stunning female sitting before me. With a
lustful look in her eyes, she leaned forward and kissed me full on the
mouth. My heart beat double time as electric shock waves swept through
my entire body. My tiny wiener immediately reacted and it stiffened
painfully within my chastity tube.

To my shock and delight, Hope’s eyes closed and I felt her lips gently
parting. Her tongue suddenly entered my mouth and I squealed with
sissyish surprise. I felt so helpless, my hands waved in the air as this
bold, confident female French kissed me with impunity. I moaned and
squirmed like the virgin I was, feeling powerless before her erotic
onslaught.

Finally she stopped and sat back, smiling wickedly at me. I was
breathing heavily, my blood surging through me as my pen-s fought in
futility against it’s implacable prison.

“How was that, little sissy girl?” she asked sweetly.

I was still gasping for air as she reached down and fondled the cushiony
front of my diapers over my filmy rumba panties.

“You’re right,” she said looking up at Lauren, “No boner…nothing, just
the soft feel you’d expect from a little baby.”

I pouted with frustration at her smug look of superiority with the
knowledge that she knew there was nothing I could do about it. I was as
harmless as a baby and just as sexless as far as she was concerned. It
stung my pride terribly and hurt my feelings to be thought of in that
way, and my lower lip quivered in misery.

“Aww, you poor little thing,” Lauren said with mock empathy.

Stepping forward, she pushed my pink pacifier in my mouth and placed the
vinyl loop behind my head.

“Now Hope knows just how much of a sissy you are,” she told me in no
uncertain terms.

Utterly ashamed of myself, I hung my head as Hope giggled with delight.

“I think your hair’s about done, Sweety--would you like to see the new
you?” Hope asked brightly.

I didn’t say anything but she stood up and went around to remove the
hairdryer from behind me. It took another five minutes to remove all the
tight curls from my head and I felt an immense relief to finally get
them out of my hair.

Hope used her soft hands to run through my hair, getting my hair
adjusted the way she liked, all the time giggling to herself. My heart
sank at what I was afraid it would look like but all too soon, she
removed my smock and spun my chair around to face the mirror.

I gasped in shock as I stared at the little toddler girl staring back at
me from the mirror. Tight, blonde sausage curls covered my head,
transforming me into a frightened little girl who looked like he’d lost
his mommy. My short pink baby dress and visible diapers below, combined
with the Shirley Temple hairdo gave me a distinctively prissy toddler
look. Raising my hands up to feel my formerly boyish hair, I saw how
much the glossy pink nails she’d painted added to my image--I looked
every bit like a four year-old girl still in diapers. Lauren stood
there, her slim arms crossed over her bountiful bosom, smirking with
satisfaction down at me.

Somehow the shock was too much for me. Without realizing it, I released
a strong stream of warm pee into my diapers. Only upon feeling the
second stream did I finally come to my senses.

“Oh!” I whimpered, and my pacifier dropped out of my mouth as my hands
dropped down in a belated attempt to staunch the flow. Only barely did I
manage to bring it to a halt but not before the front of my diapers were
thoroughly soaked. Tears started to tumble down my cheeks and my puffy,
frill covered shoulders began to shake.

“Oh my, I think our little sissy just wet himself,” Lauren pointed out.

Hope bent down, a look of genuine concern on her cute face, as she
gently set her hand against the front of my diapers.

“Mm-hm,” she agreed, “Mommy’s little baby just wet his diapers--poor
little thing.”

Lauren took my pacifier and pushed it back into my mouth even as more
tears trickled down my cheeks.

“Did you bring a change of diapers?” Hope asked hopefully.

“No…to be honest, I didn’t think he’d need them--I just changed him a
couple hours ago,” she replied sheepishly.

“Sorry Sweety,” Hope said as she knelt down to look me in the face, “I’m
afraid I don’t have any diapers for you here either.”

“It’s okay,” Lauren said dismissively, “he’s used to wearing wet
diapers--he can wait until we get home.”

Hope used her index finger to pull my chin upwards to face her.

“Please don’t cry, Joshy,“ she said sympathetically, “Would you like
another kiss, Honey? Would that make you feel better?”

I shook my head angrily but Hope wouldn’t leave me be. Reaching down,
she kissed me on the cheek, leaving a pink lipstick mark on me.

“Well, I guess it’s time to go,” Lauren announced, ignoring my distress,
“Joshy--thank Hope for doing such a wonderful job on your hair.”

I wasn’t about to thank this girl for contributing so generously to my
future humiliation and as I crossed my skinny arms over my chest, I
chewed my pacifier in fussy silence.

“Joshy? Don’t be rude to your betters--I want you to thank Miss Hope for
making you pretty,” she said with more insistence.

I shook my head petulantly, not realizing the big pink pacifier still in
my mouth made me look infantile.

Lauren leaned down and grasped my arm firmly as she whispered in my ear.

“Now you listen here Sissy-boy. You are going to thank Miss Hope or I’m
going to turn you over my knee right here and blister your bottom--you
got that?”

I shiver of fear rippled through me as I contemplated a public spanking
in this room, just shouting distance from the rest of the salon.

Taking out my pacifier, I kept my head bowed as I tried to cobble
together the humiliating words.

“Th-thank you,” I mumbled.

“You can do better than that, Joshy,” Lauren informed me firmly.

I cleared my throat, desperate to avoid a paddling.

“Th-thank you, Miss Hope,” I said in a louder voice.

“-Thank you for what…” Lauren insisted.

I swallowed hard, my face blushing red.

“Thank you for-for helping me look more like the sissy I am,” I blurted out.

Both of them looked immensely satisfied and they looked down on me with
obvious superiority.

“I’m delighted you like it, Joshykins,” Hope beamed down at me, “And now
everyone will know just how much of a sissy you really are.”

I nodded in humiliated silence as I stared at the floor.

“Now can we go home, Miss Lauren?” I pleaded miserably.

Lauren sighed and picked up her purse.

“Yes Joshy, let’s go so we can change your diapers. Hope--thank you for
everything--you did a fantastic job and I just know that his aunt is
going to be thrilled when she sees what he looks like.”

Hope giggled.

“Glad to be of help--he won’t be able to hide his sissiness now,” she
promised.

“Nope. Fact is--most prissy little boys like Joshy here would like to
dress up in their femmy clothes until they’ve tossed off. Then they like
to go back to being macho boys again. This way, Joshy is forced to live
the sissy life he should be living and everyone will see him for the way
he really is--a prissy, babyish little sissy,” Lauren explained at length.

Taking my hand, she pulled me to my feet and we said goodbye to Hope as
I considered how my life would be in the future--a never ending series
of humiliations and embarrassing moments which I would be powerless to

stop.

On the way home in the car, I was fussy and cranky so Lauren put my
rubber pacifier back in my mouth to keep me quiet. I pouted in
frustration, the cool, wet cloth of my diapers clinging clammily to my
skin. Several times during the ride, I felt the need to pee and I just
let it go, figuring there was no reason to hold back any longer. At
least the additional pee had the benefit of re-warming my diaper which
providing me with some small measure of solace.

I clamped my jaws shut so as not to further annoy her.

Lauren removed my sleeper and then grasping my arm, made me bend over

so
my diapered bottom was sticking out. With her free hand, she squeezed
the thick seat and then gave it a slap which landed with a dull thud.

“Not wet yet, I see,” she remarked as she put away my jammies.

Her haughty treatment of me made me feel very childish and inferior.

I sat on the edge of my crib mattress as she brought my baby dress over
and put it back on me. Since I was still wearing my Strawberry Shortcake
anklets, all Lauren needed to do was to buckle my shiny black Mary Janes
on before she declared me ready to go.

“On second thought, since this dress is so short, we should probably get
some rumba panties over those diapers of yours--after all, everyone will
be able to see them at all times. And what kind of babysitter would I be
if I were to let you go out without some proper rumba panties?”

I grimaced as I wondered who “everyone” was that she was referring to
but Lauren was already busy sifting through my panty drawer looking for
a suitable cover. She came back over with a glittery pair of pink
ruffled panties, slipping them over my shoes and pulling them up my legs.

“Ordinarily, I’d expect a guy of your age to be a bit resistant to
wearing frilly panties but Emily told me all about your little fetish so
I’m sure you’re quite excited to get to wear them.”

With her scornful tone of voice, I reached down to pull the panties up
just to get it over with but she slapped my hands away.

“Hold your dress up, Sissy,” she ordered me tersely.

I passively did as I was told and Lauren slowly snaked the silky panties
up and over the fat bulkiness of my diapers, taking her time to fit them
carefully.

“You are without a doubt, the biggest sissy I’ve ever met in my life,”
she remarked as she shook her head in disgust.

She pulled me over to the full length mirror and forced me to face my
reflection.

“Just look at yourself,” she said as she spun me around so I could see
my ruffled seat, “Just like a little baby girl.”

I had to admit she was right but there was little I could do about it. I
was desperate to gain release from my chastity device and I was willing
to put up with anything to make it happen.

“Okay Sissy, get your purse--it’s time to go,” she quipped.

Grabbing her keys, Lauren led me once more outside and we took another
short ride over to a salon where she had a friend working. We entered
the building through a back entrance and went into a room that was
separated from the public area. For a moment, we were alone but my
relief was short lived as a pretty young teenage girl wearing white
jeans and a tank top soon came in.

“Oh my god!!” she exclaimed in a much louder tone of voice than I would
have preferred.

Eyes wide open in shock, she looked me over like I had just stepped out
of a flying saucer. I cringed uncomfortably as she examined my dress,
feeling the material in amazement and then looking me in the eye as if
to see what kind of guy would allow himself to go out in public dressed
as a baby girl. The worse moment was when I felt her lithe hand reach
down and softly pat the ruffled seat of my diapers.

“Well, you certainly are well protected,” she giggled with amusement.

“He needs to be,” Lauren remarked, “he can’t keep his diapers dry for
more than an hour.”

“Is that so?” the cute girl declared excitedly. She seemed genuinely
fascinated that she had a teenage guy before her who needed to wear

diapers.

“What’s you name, Honey?” she asked sweetly.

I was about to stammer out my name when Lauren beat me to it.

“His name is Joshy,” she said simply.

“Aww, I think that’s a cute name,” she replied, “My name is Hope.”

“Hi,” I said weakly, overwhelmed by the combination of her close
attention and pretty face.

“Why don’t you come over here and make yourself comfy,” she said as she
took my hand and led me over to a salon chair that had been placed near
a counter with a lighted mirror facing it.

I did as I was told, uneasy about what the two of them had in mind.

“You just relax Joshy, I’m going to fix you right up here.”

She proceeded to place a pink smock over me and begin working on my
hair, cutting here and there and then she started applying a set of
curlers all over my head.

“Wha-what are you doing?” I asked as I tried to get up from the seat. I
didn’t like where this was headed, not one bit.

“Sh-shushh,” Hope said soothingly as Lauren came around and held me in
place, “I know you’ll just love how this will turn out--trust me.”

I struggled weakly against Lauren’s grip and realized there was little I
could do.

“Joshy…” Lauren whispered softly in my ear.

Her sexy voice disarmed me unexpectedly and I relaxed in my seat.

“When we get home, I’m going to unlock your chastity device and then you
know what?”

I gulped with anticipation.

“Huh-uh,” I said with nervous excitement.

“And then I’m going to put you into a fresh set of baby soft diapers and
let you take your time as you play with yourself without restriction…and
you can kiss my br.easts anywhere you want…would you like that?”

I couldn’t believe my ears--what a wonderful treat that would be, to
finally feel the blissfully soft cotton of my diapers directly on my
engorged, neglected hard-on.

“Y-yes Ma’am,” I answered shakily.

Hope turned my chair so I was facing away from the mirror and it was
easier for me to remain compliant now that I wasn’t seeing my hair being
transformed. It took another twenty minutes and then Hope applied some
foul smelling chemical to my curled hair. Deep down, I knew I should be
doing something to resist her efforts but I was ruled by my absolute
need to get sexual relief. It had been weeks now and my heart raced as I
contemplated my soon to be orgasm.

Hope covered my head with a plastic cover and then pushed a dryer into
position behind me.

“Okay Joshy, just relax here and I’ll take care of your nails,” she said
warmly.

‘Huh?” I asked, not sure what she meant.

Clicking on the dryer, Hope ignored my question and then sat down before
me, taking one of my hands in hers. She filed each nail carefully and
then took a small bottle of pink nail polish and opened it up.

“Oh…oh,” I whimpered in protest but Lauren had moved in front of me and
unbuttoned the top button of her sweater, revealed another tantalizing
inch of her deep cleavage.

“Joshy…” she cooed temptingly.

I bit my lip and settled down as Hope began carefully painting my nails
a glossy coat of pink.

“What do you think about this color, Lauren?” she asked.

“It’s perfect,” she replied nodding with satisfaction, “And I’m going to
make sure his aunt makes him keep them up.”

I cringed at the thought of having to maintain the feminine appearance
of my nails but somehow, I put that thought out of my mind. Instead, I
gazed at Lauren’s wonderful bosom and fantasized about kissing the plump
tops of her br.easts as I stroked myself to the mind shattering climax
that had for so long been denied me. I felt mischievous to think that
I’d soon be circumventing Aunt Emily’s cruel chastity regime.

Before long, Hope had finished my nails and she sat back to look me over.

“Tell me Joshy, have you always been a little sissy?” she asked with
genuine interest.

It was mortifying to be asked such a direct question, all the more by a
very attractive girl not much older than me.

“N-no,” I replied hesitantly, realizing belatedly that my answer became
a tacit admission that I was a sissy.

“Well, you certainly are one now,” she giggled quickly, “I can’t recall
ever seeing a boy of your age still in diapers.”

Her air of superiority washed over me, making me feel all the more weak
and effeminate. My cheeks burned with shame and I swallowed hard trying
to think of something to say. I was about to launch into a spirited
defense of myself but Lauren quickly interrupted me.

“Joshy has a fetish for wearing prissy, frilly girl’s clothing and
fortunately for him--his aunt is very understanding,” she announced boldly.

“Really?” Hope asked interestedly.

“Oh yes, but Joshy wasn’t satisfied with just wearing little girl’s
panties--he wanted to take it a step further and he asked his aunt if
she would start putting him in diapers and plastic pants.”

Hope was clearly shocked by this revelation and she turned back to face me.

“Was that because you were wetting your pants and you knew you needed
diapers?” she asked me bluntly.

“No-no,” I protested as I shook my head, not happy at all with how the
conversation was headed.

“Actually, it’s because he likes to play with himself, and not only does
he love the soft, babyish feel of diapers, but it also makes it easier
for him to hide the inevitable wet spot,” Lauren answered for me.

My mouth opened as I tried to blurt out how I’d been forced into diapers
against my will but Hope wasn’t paying any attention.

“Eww,” she said in disgust, “That’s gross.”

“--And no sooner did his aunt start putting him back in diapers than he
began wetting them just like a baby. As a matter of fact, he’s become so
comfortable wearing them now that he’s lost complete control over his
bladder.”

I blushed hotly as Hope looked me over closely.

“I have not!” I denied vehemently but it was obvious that Hope didn’t
believe me.

“It’s okay Joshy, most little sissies have a hard time controlling
themselves and that’s why they need a strong mommy to take care of
them,” Hope explained, “Most sissies are bedwetters too so it is only
natural you should want to wear diapers.”

“But when it became apparent that Joshy couldn’t stop playing with
himself, his aunt had to put him in a secure chastity device--she’s got
him wearing one all the time now, underneath his diapers.”

“Really?” Hope asked again, “He’s wearing a chastity device right now?”

“Absolutely,” Lauren replied, “It’s a godsend for little boys like Joshy
who can’t stop mast.r-bat.ng.”

Hope’s pretty eyes drilled into me as I cringed with embarrassment.

“Does it really work?” she asked as she stared at me.

“It’s a 100% effective,” Lauren assured Hope, “Joshy’s little pen-s is
held captive in a clear tube which prevents him from being able to
stroke it and he can’t even get hard. Of course, he still gets horny as
hell but now there’s nothing he can do about it.”

“Is that so…” Hope said with a devilish smile.

Cupping her br.easts, she pushed them up together and gently stroked
them, deliberately tempting me with her sexiness. I quivered in helpless
silence as I gaped at this stunning female sitting before me. With a
lustful look in her eyes, she leaned forward and kissed me full on the
mouth. My heart beat double time as electric shock waves swept through
my entire body. My tiny wiener immediately reacted and it stiffened
painfully within my chastity tube.

To my shock and delight, Hope’s eyes closed and I felt her lips gently
parting. Her tongue suddenly entered my mouth and I squealed with
sissyish surprise. I felt so helpless, my hands waved in the air as this
bold, confident female French kissed me with impunity. I moaned and
squirmed like the virgin I was, feeling powerless before her erotic
onslaught.

Finally she stopped and sat back, smiling wickedly at me. I was
breathing heavily, my blood surging through me as my pen-s fought in
futility against it’s implacable prison.

“How was that, little sissy girl?” she asked sweetly.

I was still gasping for air as she reached down and fondled the cushiony
front of my diapers over my filmy rumba panties.

“You’re right,” she said looking up at Lauren, “No boner…nothing, just
the soft feel you’d expect from a little baby.”

I pouted with frustration at her smug look of superiority with the
knowledge that she knew there was nothing I could do about it. I was as
harmless as a baby and just as sexless as far as she was concerned. It
stung my pride terribly and hurt my feelings to be thought of in that
way, and my lower lip quivered in misery.

“Aww, you poor little thing,” Lauren said with mock empathy.

Stepping forward, she pushed my pink pacifier in my mouth and placed the
vinyl loop behind my head.

“Now Hope knows just how much of a sissy you are,” she told me in no
uncertain terms.

Utterly ashamed of myself, I hung my head as Hope giggled with delight.

“I think your hair’s about done, Sweety--would you like to see the new
you?” Hope asked brightly.

I didn’t say anything but she stood up and went around to remove the
hairdryer from behind me. It took another five minutes to remove all the
tight curls from my head and I felt an immense relief to finally get
them out of my hair.

Hope used her soft hands to run through my hair, getting my hair
adjusted the way she liked, all the time giggling to herself. My heart
sank at what I was afraid it would look like but all too soon, she
removed my smock and spun my chair around to face the mirror.

I gasped in shock as I stared at the little toddler girl staring back at
me from the mirror. Tight, blonde sausage curls covered my head,
transforming me into a frightened little girl who looked like he’d lost
his mommy. My short pink baby dress and visible diapers below, combined
with the Shirley Temple hairdo gave me a distinctively prissy toddler
look. Raising my hands up to feel my formerly boyish hair, I saw how
much the glossy pink nails she’d painted added to my image--I looked
every bit like a four year-old girl still in diapers. Lauren stood
there, her slim arms crossed over her bountiful bosom, smirking with
satisfaction down at me.

Somehow the shock was too much for me. Without realizing it, I released
a strong stream of warm pee into my diapers. Only upon feeling the
second stream did I finally come to my senses.

“Oh!” I whimpered, and my pacifier dropped out of my mouth as my hands
dropped down in a belated attempt to staunch the flow. Only barely did I
manage to bring it to a halt but not before the front of my diapers were
thoroughly soaked. Tears started to tumble down my cheeks and my puffy,
frill covered shoulders began to shake.

“Oh my, I think our little sissy just wet himself,” Lauren pointed out.

Hope bent down, a look of genuine concern on her cute face, as she
gently set her hand against the front of my diapers.

“Mm-hm,” she agreed, “Mommy’s little baby just wet his diapers--poor
little thing.”

Lauren took my pacifier and pushed it back into my mouth even as more
tears trickled down my cheeks.

“Did you bring a change of diapers?” Hope asked hopefully.

“No…to be honest, I didn’t think he’d need them--I just changed him a
couple hours ago,” she replied sheepishly.

“Sorry Sweety,” Hope said as she knelt down to look me in the face, “I’m
afraid I don’t have any diapers for you here either.”

“It’s okay,” Lauren said dismissively, “he’s used to wearing wet
diapers--he can wait until we get home.”

Hope used her index finger to pull my chin upwards to face her.

“Please don’t cry, Joshy,“ she said sympathetically, “Would you like
another kiss, Honey? Would that make you feel better?”

I shook my head angrily but Hope wouldn’t leave me be. Reaching down,
she kissed me on the cheek, leaving a pink lipstick mark on me.

“Well, I guess it’s time to go,” Lauren announced, ignoring my distress,
“Joshy--thank Hope for doing such a wonderful job on your hair.”

I wasn’t about to thank this girl for contributing so generously to my
future humiliation and as I crossed my skinny arms over my chest, I
chewed my pacifier in fussy silence.

“Joshy? Don’t be rude to your betters--I want you to thank Miss Hope for
making you pretty,” she said with more insistence.

I shook my head petulantly, not realizing the big pink pacifier still in
my mouth made me look infantile.

Lauren leaned down and grasped my arm firmly as she whispered in my ear.

“Now you listen here Sissy-boy. You are going to thank Miss Hope or I’m
going to turn you over my knee right here and blister your bottom--you
got that?”

I shiver of fear rippled through me as I contemplated a public spanking
in this room, just shouting distance from the rest of the salon.

Taking out my pacifier, I kept my head bowed as I tried to cobble
together the humiliating words.

“Th-thank you,” I mumbled.

“You can do better than that, Joshy,” Lauren informed me firmly.

I cleared my throat, desperate to avoid a paddling.

“Th-thank you, Miss Hope,” I said in a louder voice.

“-Thank you for what…” Lauren insisted.

I swallowed hard, my face blushing red.

“Thank you for-for helping me look more like the sissy I am,” I blurted out.

Both of them looked immensely satisfied and they looked down on me with
obvious superiority.

“I’m delighted you like it, Joshykins,” Hope beamed down at me, “And now
everyone will know just how much of a sissy you really are.”

I nodded in humiliated silence as I stared at the floor.

“Now can we go home, Miss Lauren?” I pleaded miserably.

Lauren sighed and picked up her purse.

“Yes Joshy, let’s go so we can change your diapers. Hope--thank you for
everything--you did a fantastic job and I just know that his aunt is
going to be thrilled when she sees what he looks like.”

Hope giggled.

“Glad to be of help--he won’t be able to hide his sissiness now,” she
promised.

“Nope. Fact is--most prissy little boys like Joshy here would like to
dress up in their femmy clothes until they’ve tossed off. Then they like
to go back to being macho boys again. This way, Joshy is forced to live
the sissy life he should be living and everyone will see him for the way
he really is--a prissy, babyish little sissy,” Lauren explained at length.

Taking my hand, she pulled me to my feet and we said goodbye to Hope as
I considered how my life would be in the future--a never ending series
of humiliations and embarrassing moments which I would be powerless to

stop.

On the way home in the car, I was fussy and cranky so Lauren put my
rubber pacifier back in my mouth to keep me quiet. I pouted in
frustration, the cool, wet cloth of my diapers clinging clammily to my
skin. Several times during the ride, I felt the need to pee and I just
let it go, figuring there was no reason to hold back any longer. At
least the additional pee had the benefit of re-warming my diaper which
providing me with some small measure of solace.

At last, we reached Aunt Emily’s house and after Lauren parked the car,
she took me inside and straight to my nursery.

“Okay, Joshy, let’s get those wet diapers of your changed,” she said as
she sat me down on my changing table.

“Looks to me like you’ve lost all control of your wetting,” she observed
dryly as she peeled my rumba and plastic panties down.

I was beginning to have doubts of my own so I remained silent as Lauren
tossed my damp panties into the large diaper pail at the foot of my crib.

“You really are becoming more and more like a baby everyday, aren’t
you?” she added as she unpinned my soaking wet diaper.

“I-I couldn’t help it,” I bleated shamefully.

“I think you can but you choose not to,” she asserted as she wiped the
pee from my groin and buns, “Personally, I doubt your mommy ever fully
potty trained you.”

My cheeks went bright red as I struggled to think of a plausible
argument to deny her words.

“Huh-uh!” I disagreed.

‘I’ll bet you were a bedwetter all through grade school and wetting your
pants on a regular basis too,” she opined.

“Tha-that’s not true!” I stammered, knowing she didn’t believe me.

Lauren slid three thick diapers under my upraised rump and she
positioned them evenly underneath me.

“Well, you’re finally getting what you need and deserve, Joshy,” she
said as she sprinkled baby powder all over me, “to be treated like the
big baby you really are.”

She pulled up the sides of my diapers and pinned them snugly closed with
my pink bunny-headed pins. Opening up my plastic panty drawer, she chose
a pair of clear, side snap vinyl panties with pink and yellow polka dots
on them.

“This is the way all sissies should be treated--instead of allowing them
to be out in the world to masquerade as men, trying to fool women into
thinking they’re something that they’re not.”

I looked up at my beautiful babysitter, resenting her humiliating words
but wishing I could deny their truth.

Lauren carefully snaked the babyish plastic panties up my hairless legs,
working them over the fat, bulky diapers until they completely covered
the cloth.

“Fortunately, now no one will ever confuse you for anything but a
simpering, prissy little sissy baby, who’d cry if someone took his dolls
away,” she said as she sat back to look at me evenly.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Lauren abandoned me in the nursery to answer the door and I soon
recognized her boyfriend’s voice as he came inside.

Hushed discussion followed and I could make out Lauren giggling as she
led Adam back down the hallway toward my room. I briefly considered
trying to hide but there was nowhere to go. Looking around the nursery,
the open closet with my baby outfits seemed to mock my predicament.

A moment later, Lauren came into the room towing her boyfriend Adam
behind her by the hand.

“Here he is--my girlfriend’s nephew, Joshy,” Lauren said by way of
introduction.

I blushed hotly as her tall, hunky boyfriend gaped at me in awestruck
silence before he broke out with a hearty bellow of laughter.

I cringed even as I unconsciously evaluated this guy who I knew was
enjoying every aspect of Lauren without restriction.

He had a craggy square jaw with a shadow of stubble that gave his
handsome looks a certain ruggedness. His short, dark hair was curled in
a tousled, boyishly disheveled way, yet stylish like he had just come
off a movie set. With his broad shoulders and chiseled upper arms, it
was no mystery why Lauren found him attractive. He was my exact polar
opposite--the very picture of masculinity whereas I looked like a
toddler girl still in need of diapers.

He put his big hands on his solid hips and looked down at me, shaking
his head and he smiled with amusement.

“Laurie told me you were a sissy but I had no frickin’ idea,” he
remarked bluntly.

Was there no end to the humiliations of this day? I just wanted to crawl
under a rock and die.

Lauren was clearly enamored with him and she drew his hard body to hers
to give him a long, deep kiss, filled with the promise of much more. I
watched in impotent silence as her slim hand dropped down to slowly
stroke the front of Adam’s worn jeans. My eyes couldn’t help but see the
enormous bulge in his pants that was growing like a monster that had
just been awakened. I was mesmerized by her long manicured nails as she
softly rubbed his growing erection through his pants. It was as if she
were stroking my own neglected member and I felt myself growing hard
along with Adam.

The difference was that I couldn’t do more than grow an inch or so
before I reached the limit of my infernal chastity tube. Adam on the
other hand, had no such limits and his bulge grew increasingly larger as
they kissed passionately and openly in front of me.

Suddenly, Lauren tore herself away from Adam and looked down at me, her
eyes clouded with wicked lust.

“You wanna c-m, Sissy?” she asked me pointedly.

While I was certainly feeling acutely self-conscious in front of her
intimidating boyfriend, I still had the wherewithal to realize I should
seize this opportunity while I had it. God only knew when I might get
another chance, if ever.

“Uh huh!” I replied without a further thought.

“Okay, I’ll unlock your chastity tube but you have to do one thing for
me…actually, you have to do it for Adam here,” she giggled as if
suppressing some great secret.

I didn’t know what to make of that.

“What do I have to do?” I asked uncertainly.

Without answering me directly, Lauren unzipped Adam’s jeans and slowly
pushed them down around his ankles, her hands wandering over his
muscular legs in obvious admiration as she did so.

“Come here,” she beckoned me provocatively.

I inched forward, not knowing what she wanted but also anxious to do
whatever was required to get her to unlock my chastity device.

“All you have to do is take his c-ck in your mouth,” she said in a husky
voice.

I slowly shook my head as I looked from her up to Adam who was leering
down at me with a strange look on his face.

“It’s up to you…” Lauren said, suddenly ambivalent, “You can go another
year or two without cumming if you’d prefer…I know your aunt will never
give you the chance…or…you can do a little su-k right now and earn
yourself a nice, long orgasm…”

I have to say she was painting a picture that looked assuredly bleak if
I were to say no to her…and then again…who would ever know if I did as
she asked? For that matter, how could my dignity possibly plumb any
deeper depths than I’d already explored today?

“How long do I have to lick it?” I asked tentatively.

“Just take it in your mouth, that’s all,” she replied simply, “And then
I’ll make sure you get your just reward.”

Once again she giggled and some part in the back of my brain told me not
to trust her but my pen-s was sore from it’s constant flexing in the tube.

I was still waffling about doing what she suggested as she pulled his
boxers down his solid built thighs. As his underwear dropped lower, I
caught sight of the monster hiding in his pants. What a beast!

It still hadn’t become fully erect but even in it’s current state it was
truly massive. I likened it to a cucumber, big and fat in circumference
and growing longer with each passing moment.

Glancing up at Lauren, I gazed at her wonderful cleavage, her top most
button undone, and I knew I had no choice. I had to do whatever it took
to get some relief.

Inching forward on my knees, I drew closer until I was staring at Adam’s
rising hard-on directly before my eyes. His head was a purplish, firm
piece of meat that reminded me of a fireman’s hat, pulsing and throbbing
with pent up energy. Tentatively, I reached over and took a hold of his
warm shaft but I couldn’t get my small hand all the way around it, it
was so big.

Swallowing hard, I reasoned that it was only one quick slurp and then
it’d be over. With that small chimera of insurance tucked into the back
of my mind, I opened wide and carefully lowered my mouth over his
gargantuan tool.

It was surprisingly warm in my mouth but I was amazed at how much I had
to stretch my jaws to get even his head inside my mouth. I tasted a
slightly salty taste and then felt his big hands take a hold of the back
of my head.

“Ahh…” he exhaled in satisfaction.

With my cheeks stretched wide and my mouth full of hard c-ck, I was more
than ready to be done, having fulfilled my obligation but Adam had other
ideas.

“That’s it Sissy boy, su-k daddy’s lollipop,” he told me throatily.

I struggled to lift my head but he now had a firm grip on it and
apparently had no intention of letting go.

Squealing mightily, I waved my hands in the air to try and escape but
Adam easily held me in place. I involuntarily began drooling which only
made my mouth all the more slippery. Sensing my willingness, Adam slowly
raised my head up a little before plunging his thick shaft deep into my
mouth.

“MMMPHHHGHH!!” I gasped but it was entirely muffled by the massive c-ck
buried down my throat. Keeping his hands locked around the back of my
head to prevent my escape, Adam began a tortuously slow rhythm, grinding
his hips in concert as he thrust his monster as far as he could push it
down my throat before I gagged. At that point, he’d pull back, but not
enough to allow me a chance to remove myself from my compromising

position.

Off to my side I heard a digital click and in my peripheral vision, I
could see Lauren gleefully snapping pictures of me with her cell phone.

Adam was breathing heavily by now, plunging his thick tool in and out as
he satisfied himself with my wet, willing mouth.

“That’s it Sissy boy,” he told me between draughts of air, “use that
tongue of yours…I’ve got a nice creamy surprise coming for you.”

Once again I had been tricked and there was nothing I could do about it!

I squealed again and tried to escape but I was helpless against his
strong, vice-like grip. If anything, my struggles seem to excite him all
the more.

“Get ready Sissy, ‘cause daddy’s gonna fill your mouth with c-m,” he
promised with delirious enthusiasm.

I knew better than to bite down on his shaft so instead I slurped on his
fat, hard shaft as he bobbed my head up and down in a frantic rhythm.

By now, he was hammering my mouth with powerful thrusts, making me

dizzy
as I struggled to keep up. I whimpered weakly as I my hands found his
powerful thighs and used them for support.

Suddenly, he stopped thrusting for a moment, and foolishly, I thought he
was going to pull out. Instead, he rammed his baseball bat deep into my
mouth and exploded with a roar of ecstasy. Warm, sticky c-m shot down my
throat, forcing me to swallow it even as another convulsion blew more of
it into the back of my mouth. My eyes went wide as I struggled to cope
with the onslaught of creamy semen being blasted into my mouth.

“Swallow it Sissy,” I heard Lauren instruct me but I had little choice.

No sooner did I gulp down the batch in my throat when it was replaced by
another load that threatened to drown me. I felt like I was drinking
from a fire hose!

Adam was still moaning with great effect when he pulled out and I
thought the end was in sight. Instead, he seemed to be making room for
another stream of warm, sticky c-m that quickly filled my mouth to
overflowing. I gulped it down even as more leaked out from his fat head,
replacing what I’d already swallowed.

Finally, Adam staggered back, his eyes rolling in the back of his head
as he coped with his shattering climax. His c-ck came out of my mouth
and was dragged across my lips and face, leaving a sticky coat of saliva
and c-m across my cheek.

“Oh...man, that was awesome!” he said between breaths, “That sissy
really knows how to su-k c-ck.”

I blushed even as I struggled to catch my own breath. My jaws were sore
from being stretched for so long and my neck was a little stiff. In
addition, the inside of my mouth was coated with semen and the sticky
white stuff was smeared across my lips and cheek.

“I’m not surprised,” Lauren agreed, “I sure wouldn’t expect him to know
how to please a woman.”

“You-you tricked me!” I sputtered angrily, even as c-m dribbled down my
chin.

Both of them laughed heartily, knowing there was nothing I could do
about it.

“You might as well get used to su-king cocks, Joshy, ‘cause you’ll never
be able to get a real woman,” Lauren warned me, “the sooner you get used
to that fact--the better off you’ll be.”

I burned with anger and resentment at her humiliating words and I got to
my feet to challenge her.

“Y-you said you were going to unlock my chastity tube,” I practically
shouted, a bitter edge to my voice. My blood was boiling and I was ready
to fight!

“HA HA HA!” Lauren laughed uproariously in my face.

“Wh-where’s the key?’ I demanded.

At last she stopped laughing and she looked me squarely in the eye.

“I don’t have it,” she said evenly, challenging me to defy her.

Something in me snapped and I threw myself at her but she easily
deflected my charge and grabbed my arm with her left hand. Holding me
steady, with her free hand, she delivered a stinging slap to my face
that had me seeing stars.

“OWW!!” I cried out.

For a moment I was in shock but Lauren wasn’t waiting. She jerked me
over to the crib which had the side rails down and sat on the mattress,
pulling me over her lap with one quick motion.

I squealed in surprise and fear as I flailed my arms out in front of me
trying to regain my balance. In an instant, I found myself face down
over her firm thighs with my fat, diapered bottom raised high as I
struggled to stop her. I felt her bat the hem of my frilly dress up my
back and then her hand inside the waistband of my plastic panties. With
a yank, she tugged them down, the sides snaps letting go on either side
like zippers.

“No! N-no! Please Miss Lauren!” I begged her desperately.

“I’ve wanted to do this ever since I first saw you,” she said tersely as
she deftly unpinned my diaper and jerked it back angrily between my legs.

I squirmed helplessly and whimpered in fear as I felt cool air upon my
defenseless bottom.

“Adam, will you hand me his paddle?” she asked, her voice once more full
of authority and strength.

“Please--please don’t spank me!” I wailed frantically. I kicked my Mary
Jane clad feet and wrestled against her grip on the back of my dress but
to no avail. My eyes filled with tears as I contemplated the childish
punishment I was about to receive.

Suddenly I felt the cool, menacing smoothness of the paddle resting
across my bare buns.

“I want my mommy!” I bleated tearfully.

The paddle rose up and came down with a resounding slap across both my
cheeks.

SMMACKKK!!!

I shouted out in pain and distress, kicking mightily.

SMACKK!!! SMACKK!!!

Two crisp swats, one on each cheek followed, leaving angry, bright red
patterns on my pale skin. I howled out at the top of my lungs and put my
hand back to try and protect my defenseless rump but Lauren took the
advantage and seized my wrist in her free hand.

Thus restrained, Lauren resumed spanking me, delivering punishing swats
evenly across my tender bottom as I sobbed and banged my fist against
the ground. With all my thrashing around, Lauren spread her high heeled
pumps further apart to brace against me but her spanking never slowed.

Slap after stinging slap landed without pause as she peppered my fanny
with the paddle. Each blistering swat seared my bottom and brought fresh
torrents of tears streaming down my face. Looking down past Lauren’s
sexy high heeled pumps, I saw my own babyish Mary Janes and anklets
flailing around wildly as I kicked in futility trying to escape. Lauren,
for her part, had no intention of allowing that to happen. She held my
wrist with a grip of iron, while she swatted my cheeks with impunity.

My soft, tender buns were made scorching hot by the merciless slaps of
Lauren’s fearsome wooden paddle and I wailed helplessly, sobbing like a
baby. Wet streams of tears coursed down my cheeks, splattering on the
nursery room floor beneath me. Looking at the mirror across me, I saw
the reflection of a little toddler girl, her dress and diapers pulled up
and out of the way as she received a well deserved paddling.

Finally, at last, the punishing spanking ended.

“Maybe that’ll teach you a lesson,” Lauren said breathlessly as she
returned my gaze in the mirror, “Are you going to behave now?”

“Ye-yes Ma’am!” I wailed between ragged sobs.

SMACKK!!!

Her paddle landed dead center across both my blazing, crimson cheeks
with unerring accuracy, making me howl and kick my feet again.

“Are you going to do as your told without any of your sissy backtalk?”
she demanded.

“Ye-yes M-Ma’am!” I sobbed piteously.

Setting the paddle down, Lauren pulled my diaper back up that had been
between my legs, pinning either side up and around my hips snugly.

“That should teach you who’s boss around here, once and for all,” Lauren
told me.

I sobbed loudly as she pulled the back of my plastic panties up and
snapped the snaps closed one by one. I could feel the stinging heat on
my cherry red buns rising in temperature as the vinyl panties
effectively sealed in the heat.

Shaking visibly, I slowly stood up and faced my stern babysitter, who’s
unwavering stare was drilling me in the face. Adam hadn’t so much as
raised a finger to help her and Lauren had single-handedly defeated and
spanked me, showing how vastly superior, physically and mentally she was
to me. Never again would I try and stand up to her.

Just then, I heard the front door open, followed by the distinctive
‘click, click, click’ of aunt Emily’s approaching high heels on the
hardwood floor of the hallway.

I swiped my arm across my tear stained face as she came into the
nursery, looking absolutely ravishing as always. Seeing my new pink baby
dress and Shirley Temple blonde curls, she beamed down at me happily,
showing her perfect dimples and the bright twinkle in her eyes.

Rushing forward, I flung my arms around her slim waist, hugging her for
dear life.

“Mommy!!”