Ten year-old Davey fidgeted nervously as he held his mother’s hand. They were walking up to his mom’s friend’s house, although Davey was doing more waddling than walking, due to the fat, bulky diapers he was wearing today underneath his thin, clinging shorts. His plastic panties crinkled loudly, announcing to anyone within earshot of his diapered condition although his shorts certainly did nothing to help hide them–the shiny vinyl of his waterproof panties could clearly be seen peeking out of the waistband and his t-shirt just wasn’t long enough to conceal it.
They were attending a meeting of mothers and their children who were chronic bedwetters like Davey, for the purpose of exchanging ideas and sharing solutions.
As Mrs. Rosen rang the doorbell, Davey bit his lip anxiously. The breeze felt particularly cool on his bare legs and he clung on desperately to the vain hope that he’d be able to keep his humiliating diapers a secret from the others present.
When the front door opened, Mrs. Rosen made her greetings and they were ushered into the large suburban home. Davey’s cheeks buzzed with embarrassment as they were led into the living room where about a half dozen women were seated. Each of them had a small boy next to them who, to all appearances, looked to be from about four to seven years old.
It appeared they were the last to arrive and she led her shame-faced boy into the center of the seated group, making introductions to those around her. As far as he could tell, Davey was the only one that was so obviously diapered and it was made worse by the fact that he was apparently the oldest of the group. All eyes seemed to be taking in the huge bulge around his hips and he cringed at what they were probably thinking about him.
Turning to him, his mom faced her squirming son who was clearly mortified to be a part of this meeting.
“Davey–did you wet yourself?” his mom asked him bluntly in front of everyone.
The quivering youth shook his head vehemently, his cheeks blushing brightly.
Apparently not believing him, his mom tugged his flimsy shorts down past his knees, exposing his shiny, bulging pampers for all to see. Davey gasped with shame and he stared stone-faced at the floor as his mom took him by the arm and physically turned him around to face the other guests. They all smiled back at him as his mother’s other hand gave his round, diapered bottom a firm squeeze to check him.
“Just as I suspected–you are wet,” she announced, “Ladies–do you mind if I change him before we begin?”
Everyone nodded while a couple of the younger mothers giggled with amusement.
Davey’s cheeks were blazing red and he waved his hands in protest.
Completely ignoring his angst, Mrs. Rosen set down her diaper bag and began pulling out the supplies she needed. First was a large nursery print changing pad that she carefully arranged on the floor in front of everyone. She then laid out three thick cotton diapers, one on top of each other before she began tugging the fidgeting boy’s clinging plastic panties down his legs.
To be sure, Davey was the center of everyone’s attention and they collectively smiled at him as his mom patiently removed his waterproof panties, revealing his sagging, pee-soaked diapers. Unpinning them, she tucked them and his damp plastic panties into a vinyl bag, leaving the boy squirming with shame as he modestly covered his tiny, shriveled package.
Mrs. Rosen sat her cringing son onto the fluffy stack of waiting diapers as he bit his lip in abject embarrassment. Grasping his ankles together, she pulled them up over his head as her free hand slowly and lovingly smeared a thick coating of Desitin across his bashful cheeks. Davey squealed with shame at this profoundly humiliating ritual, being done before the watchful eyes of not just the half dozen mothers but their curious young boys as well. Mrs. Rosen seemed to be in no particular hurry and Davey winced as he saw everyone gazing down at him. His minuscule penis had timidly shriveled to it’s usual one inch length, making him look even more like a toddler.
Setting him back down, she gently moved his hands aside as she powdered him generously, filling the air around him with the fresh, babyish scent. Davey whimpered weakly as his mom tucked his tiny little powder-coated penis back between his thighs and pulled the bulky soft cloth up between his legs, pinning them snugly around his slim hips. His cheeks reddened deeper as he gazed down on the pink, bunny-headed safety pins his mom used to secure his diapers with.
“I know this is embarrassing, Davey, but this is what happens to little boys who can’t control their wetting,” she explained to her blushing son.
He was mortified to think that he was easily the oldest child there and still in need of daytime diapers.
Standing him up before everyone, she positioned a colorful pair of yellow nursery print plastic panties at his feet. Wordlessly, Davey obediently put one foot and then the other through the holes as she slowly began drawing them up his hairless legs. Everyone watched in amused silence as he held onto his mommy for support while she worked the waterproof panties around his hips and the thick, bulging cotton, tucking it all in carefully.
Once she was finished, she smiled down on him and gently patted the red-faced boy’s diapered bottom before taking a seat and situating him across her lap. Pulling a baby bottle of warm milk from her diaper bag, she positioned it before Davey’s trembling lips.
“Here you are Sweetie, drink your milk while we have our meeting.
Davey squirmed on her lap, his cheeks blazing red, wishing she would put his shorts back on but it appeared she had no intention of doing so.
“Looks like your little boy is a heavy wetter,” one of the mothers said with a smile as she looked him up and down closely.
“Yes, especially at night. Davey rarely wakes up without a completely soaked diaper anymore. I brought his crib back out of storage because it’s the only bed with a waterproof mattress cover.”
“Oh, how special for you,” the young mother next to them said as she gently placed her hand on Davey’s bare thigh.
“And then this week, Davey wet his pants twice during the day, so I’ve decided he needs to be diapered full time for the foreseeable future,” Mrs. Rosen explained as she kept the bottle’s rubber nipple firmly lodged in his mouth.
“I think that’s very sensible,” another mom remarked, “My little boy sometimes wets himself when he gets scared, so I’ve put him in diapers during the day as well.”
The little boy next to her blushed furiously as his mom gently patted the puffy, well-padded front of his pants.
“When my little Johnny wets the bed, he gets his bottom paddled in the morning and then diapers for the rest of the day,” one of the other mothers commented sternly.
“I’m pretty good with a sewing machine and my boy wears a number of tops I’ve customized for him…one of them says ‘Mommy’s Little Bedwetter‘ across the front,” said another with a smile.
Sure enough, her little boy was presently wearing a similar top that said ‘I Love My Diapers’ across the chest.
“How many of you have a bedwetting chart set up in your little one’s bedroom to track his wet nights?” one of them asked.
All but one of the mothers raised their hand.
“I think the use of humiliation as a learning tool can’t be overstated enough,” Davey’s mom said as she watched the last bit of warm milk disappear from his bottle. Pulling it away from him, she quickly replaced it with a pink rubber pacifier. Davey was forced to sit on her lap, his fat, embarrassing diapers in view of everyone as he nursed silently on the pacifier filling his mouth like a baby.
“I couldn’t agree more,” Timmy’s mother said, “I usually don’t wash his plastic panties to make sure they retain the smell of his pee. It serves as a constant and humiliating reminder of his bedwetting.”
Turning to Davey’s mother, she continued;
“Excuse me, Mrs. Rosen–”
“–Oh, call me Dorothy, please,” Davey’s mom replied.
“Dorothy–my name is Marissa,” she smiled, “If you don’t mind my saying…it seems like your little boy is a bit of a sissy, don’t you think?”
“Oh yes–very much so,” she concurred, “Davey has an effeminate side to him and he loves soft things–which is why I always use lots of fabric softener on his diapers–it makes them so bunny soft–isn’t that right, Daveykins?” she beamed at her blushing boy while gently rubbing the fat front of his pampers.
Her son blushed again and looked away wishing he could be anywhere else but here. He felt particularly intimidated by this shapely, beautiful brunette looking him up and down.
“You know,” the lady continued, “I have a complete nursery set up at home. If you’d like, I’d be happy to babysit him some time and introduce him to some fun activities. He could be my cute little toddler for the day.”
“Well I think that’s a wonderful idea,” Mrs. Rosen exclaimed.
“And if you don’t mind, we’ll start things off with a nice, soapy enema, just to make sure he doesn’t have any issues with his diapers while he’s there,” she suggested.
“I’m sure that would do him a world of good,” Mrs. Rosen agreed as she nodded her head vigorously, “You know, I should get one of those to use on him back at home.”
“For little boys without much self control–they can be very helpful,” she replied.
Davey didn’t like the idea of spending the day as a diapered toddler and he squirmed on his mom’s lap, a look of angst on his cherubic face.
“I have some errands to run tomorrow–would you mind watching him for the day?”
“I’d love to. Davey, looks like you’re going to be my special little baby tomorrow–what do you think of that?” she asked enthusiastically.
Davey pouted but could say little with the pacifier in his mouth.
“Then it’s a date!” Mrs. Rosen exclaimed happily.
Mrs. Rosen dropped off Davey at nine the next morning. He was dressed in a t-shirt and sneakers but she had left his fat, embarrassing diapers exposed, reasoning that his shorts would just get in the way of the day’s fun.
When the front door opened, Davey caught his breath as he tried not to stare at Marissa’s very impressive big breasts, which seemed barely contained in the snug pink blouse she was wearing. Bending down to greet him, she gave him an eye-popping view down her top at her yawning cleavage.
“Well hello, Davey,” she beamed at him, “I’m very much looking forward to spending some time with you today.”
Davey blushed hotly and mumbled something incoherent under his breath as he shifted his feet nervously. He was mortified to be outside with his big diapers so obviously exposed and it was even worse for him that this woman seemed to take it as normal wear for him.
After saying their goodbyes, Marissa led an anxious Davey into the house and into a spacious living room where he spied another boy, perhaps eight years-old, that was sitting in a playpen surrounded by some toys, dressed in a baby blue romper and also well diapered.
“Davey, this is my sissy son Timmy–Timmy–meet Davey.”
“Hi,” the boy said with a wave of his little hand.
“Um, hi,” Davey replied.
“Davey, in this house, little boys in diapers don’t walk–they crawl,” she said as she gently pushed him to his knees.
Davey was confused but he did as he was told.
“Now, the first thing we need to do is get you into a proper outfit,” she said as she looked down at him.
“Wha-what’s wrong with what I’m wearing now?” he asked. After all, it was bad enough that his embarrassing diapers were on full display.
“I have something much better in mind,” she said with a knowing smile as he led him down the hall. Davey felt a bit foolish as he crawled like an infant after her, turning the first corner into what appeared was a baby’s nursery.
“This is Timmy’s room, but today, we’re going to use it to transform you into my precious little baby girl,” she said enthusiastically.
“B-but I don’t want that,” Davey pouted miserably.
Ignoring his protests, Marissa swiftly removed his Spiderman t-shirt and tossed it aside. Draped over the rail of the crib, was a delicate white baby dress with pink lace accents. It flared out widely with it’s short hem and had layers of petticoat underneath to give it shape.
“Raise your arms,” she told him tersely.
He did as he was told and the frilly garment was dropped down over him, embracing him with it’s soft, feminine style.
“Oh yes–that’s much more appropriate on you,” she said with approval as she moved behind him to button up the back.
Davey squirmed anxiously and he tugged desperately at the short hem, wishing somehow he could cover up his humiliating diapers with it.
Sitting him down on the edge of the crib mattress, Marissa quickly removed his sneakers and socks and after a quick trip to the pink dresser nearby, she returned with some frilly white anklets and glossy Mary Janes. These were soon put on his feet, completing his babyish look.
“There. Oh my, don’t you look scrumptious!” she said eagerly, “Take a look at yourself in the mirror, Davey.”
Standing him up, she led the diapered pantywaist to the full length mirror on the opposite wall. The sissy boy cringed as he stared at the cute, doe-eyed baby girl gazing back at him.
“Now, as I told your mommy, all bedwetters at my house get a nice, soapy enema to start their day with,” she explained cheerfully as she led him over to the only chair in the room. It was only then, that he saw the big, bulging red rubber bag hanging on the stand, soapy suds across it’s sides and a long slender hose leading downwards.
“Wha-what’s that?” he quailed, becoming very nervous.
“Don’t worry honey,” she assured him as she took a seat, “Timmy gets one everyday–you’ll be just fine.”
Davey wasn’t so sure and he bit his lip and shook his head.
“But I don’t want that,” he repeated himself in his whiny voice.
“Now Davey, I’ll tell you this just once. You are to do as your told, or I’ll take you over my lap and paddle your little bottom–is that what you want?” she said sternly.
Davey shook his head as his eyes misted with tears–his mom had never spanked him.
“This will make sure you’re all squeaky clean–inside and out,” she said smiling again as she began tugging his lilac plastic panties down off his fat diaper.
“N-no…no…” he whimpered weakly as she eased him over her lap and began unpinning the thick cotton cloth of his diapers.
“There…that’s a good sissy. Today you’re going to get your very first enema but I can assure you, it won’t be the last,” she chuckled as she pulled the soft Birdseye cloth back between his thighs and spread his youthful cheeks with her hand. Taking the lubricated enema nozzle, she gently probed at Davey’s puckering hole.
“No–no!” he said more urgently as he squirmed on her lap.
With experienced ease, Marissa soon found the proper angle and the slim nozzle easily slid past his defeated sphincter and deep inside his back passage. Davey moaned weakly.
“Just what mommy’s little sissy needs,” she declared as she opened up the clip, releasing a powerful torrent of warm, soapy water into the squirming boy’s bowels. He squealed helplessly at the warm liquid invasion, his Mary Jane-clad feet kicking helplessly.
“Oh! Oh!” he cried, completely unable to stop the flow. He shook his fists helplessly as a tear of shame and frustration tumbled down his cheek.
“I-I want my mommy,” he bleated.
Marissa gently patted him on his cute rump as she patiently worked the clip, ensuring he got a very thorough, purging enema.
“Your mommy has told me you can count on getting enemas at home now too,” she replied with a smug smile.
Several times, Davey tried to get up, only to have her hold him firmly in place and deliver another strong, soapy torrent of warm water deep into his bowels.
“There you go baby girl,” she said with immense satisfaction.
Even after the last soapy suds drained out of the rubber bag and into the sissy’s rectum, she held the nozzle in place, just to make sure he got every single drop. Davey was moaning and whimpering, unaccustomed to these strange feelings and the cramping in his belly.
At last, she removed the nozzle and gently raised him to his feet, leading him down the hallway to the bathroom.
“You come right back to the nursery when you’ve finished releasing that, Davey,” she told him. “You can’t be trusted without your diapers on.”
Twenty minutes later, a sheepish, defeated sissy returned but with his pampers now having been removed, he held his hands over his little genitals to try and hide them. Marissa was waiting patiently and a nice, fluffy stack of soft diapers had been laid out for him on the changing table. She took his hand and helped him get arranged on the thick cotton cloth.
He soon found his Mary Janes being held above his head in her hand as her other one smeared a thick, sticky coating of Desitin across his curvy cheeks, the ruffled dress gathered around his chest
“Mommy’s little baby needs a big thirsty diaper for all the wetting she does,” she said with a broad grin on her pretty face.
Davey blushed with embarrassment as she lowered his legs, gently spreading them apart.
“But first–I have a very special device that all bedwetting sissies need,” she told him as she retrieved a couple of small pink plastic pieces Davey couldn’t identify. One was an irregular ring that Marissa pulled his little package through until it was positioned behind his sack. Taking a dab of baby lotion, she rubbed it over his tiny, quivering penis which she fed into a short, stubby tube that she then mated with the ring. A long key was inserted into the side of the device, locking it securely.
“There,” she said, obviously pleased, “All safe and secure now.”
Davey shook his fists impotently as she began powdering him generously, the familiar scent filling his nostrils. He didn’t like the idea of his little penis being locked up and inaccessible to him. As he approached puberty, he had become increasingly fond of playing with his wiener and this device would clearly make that impossible.
Despite his humiliation, he couldn’t help but gaze at Marissa’s big, curvy breasts, so close to him now with her smooth, silky skin revealed by the low cut blouse. Nevertheless, he was too ashamed by this whole infantile experience to react physically to the sight but even if he could–the chastity device was compressing his little nub and it made sure no sort of erection would be possible.
All he could do was whimper helplessly as this beautiful stranger pulled the soft cloth up between his thighs and pinned it snugly closed on either side.
Taking a delicate pair of shimmery white and pink rumba panties that she had picked out earlier, Marissa carefully positioned them at his feet. They had three, big playful ruffles across the seat and fancy pink lace around the leg holes.
“Aren’t these the cutest thing?” she asked the blushing boy, “Just perfect for a sissy in diapers.
“But don’t worry, they have a practical vinyl layer inside for when you wet yourself today.”
Davey’s cheeks reddened deeper at the realization that she had so little confidence in his ability to control himself.
Tugging the frilly panties up his girlish legs, she worked them over the fat bulk of his diapers until all of the soft Birdseye cloth was contained inside.
As she stood him on his feet, Marissa noticed the focus of Davey’s stare on her bosom again.
“So…you like big breasts, do you?” she said as she turned him to face her.
Davey shook his head emphatically and he blushed again hotly, cursing himself inwardly for getting caught red-handed.
“Well since you like staring at my breasts so much, maybe we need to give you a better look, hm?”
“Oh no–I was just–I mean–” he stammered nervously.
Taking him by the hand, she led him over to the crib, where she took a seat and then laid the trembling boy down across her lap. Davey was forced to look up and over the massive curves of her chest to see her smiling face looking down upon him.
“I think you need the full baby experience today,” she said as she slowly and provocatively began unbuttoning her blouse further, “and I’m going to make sure you get it.”
Blushing furiously, Davey whined and tried to look away but her other arm scooped behind his head and positioned it before her right breast. She undid three more buttons until her plump, milk-laden breast was inches before him, held bravely by her straining bra.
Davey didn’t know what to do–he’d never been in the presence of such a sexy woman and he felt completely overwhelmed. Her big, curvy breast was within kissing distance before his nose, contained in the satiny smooth cup of her exciting silk bra. Slowly, she teasingly undid the clasp between the two huge cups and she pulled her right mammary out, positioning it before Davey’s wide-eyed face.
“Time to nurse like the big baby you’ve been acting like, Daveykins,” she said with a mischievous grin.
The squirming sissy tried to back away but his head was locked in place by her lithe arm.
“No–no–no–,” he wailed.
With his mouth opened in protest, she quickly rewarded him with her dripping, firm nipple, filling his mouth and stifling his cries. His movements only served to encourage a steady flow of warm mother’s milk into his mouth, and he mewled helplessly.
“Thaaat’s it…” she coaxed him, “That’s a good little baby…Nurse from mommy like a good little girl…that’s it.”
Davey felt completely and totally emasculated, like a diapered little toddler girl and not at all like the big, ten year-old boy that he was in reality. As he submissively nursed from her big breast, his hand idly fingered the soft, delicate lace around the legs of his rumba panties, reminding him further of his toddler girl status.
After about ten minutes, Marissa switched him to her other breast, and although Davey tried to protest, he soon found his lips wrapped around another firm nipple. He stopped squirming when Marissa began gently stroking the soft, pillowy front of his diapers. Davey’s little penis tried desperately to grow but it could only strain in futility within the hard, unforgiving plastic tube of his chastity device. Sensing his arousal, she continued to pleasure him, gently stroking the soft, cushiony front of his diapers and teasing him mercilessly.
Davey remained frustratingly horny while he nursed like a baby.
Finally, she pulled her milky nipple from his mouth and replaced her breast in the cup of her bra.
“What a good little girl you are,” she commended him as she got up from the crib, “Let’s go out to the kitchen now, where I have baby’s breakfast waiting.”
Davey crawled along the floor behind her, his tiny penis still throbbing with unrequited frustration inside his diapers.
Marissa stopped in the living room long enough to check Timmy, after which she announced he was wet, but that he could wait until after her feeding of Davey.
As he crawled into the kitchen, Davey spied a larger than usual highchair painted in a glossy pink, and Marissa soon lifted him up into it, securing a strap around his waist that pulled his dress up and away from his big diapers. She then slid a big plastic tray that clicked close on the sides of the high chair. Now Davey was truly locked in!
Taking a vinyl covered bib with a design of playing bunnies on it, Marissa tied it around Davey’s neck. Then she emptied several jars of baby food into a plastic divided serving plate and brought it over to her captive sissy.
“This is how your mommy should be treating you at home, Davey,” Marissa said as she spooned a heaping serving of something green and brought it up to his pursed lips.
“Uh-uh,” he said shaking his head.
“Open up, baby girl,” she said with a smug smile as she pinched his nose and waited.
Davey gasped for breath and was quickly rewarded with a mouthful of bland but revolting baby food.
“AWPHKK!” he choked as he struggled to gulp the slop down.
Scooping up another big spoonful, she pushed it against his closed lips, following his head as he turned from side to side.
“You’re really just a big baby, aren’t you?” she asked.
No sooner did he bleat out a ‘no’, than she pushed the spoon into his mouth, spilling the rest onto his chin and bib.
“Stop it!” he cried with his mouth full as he slapped the tray with his hands in frustration.
His powerlessness made itself felt in another, unexpected way, as the floodgates suddenly opened and a strong stream of hot pee surged unrestrained into his waiting diapers. Unfortunately, Davey was so preoccupied with his struggle with Marissa that he didn’t even notice until the warm pee began seeping into his seat.
Tears of helpless humiliation trickled down his cheeks, making tracks in the slop caked to his face. He felt so totally babyish as more pee flowed out in a second, strong stream that completely soaked the front of his diapers.
Fortunately, the frilly waterproof rumba panties did a wonderful job of keeping it all contained but Davey was angry and miserable. He had been determined to deny her the satisfaction of looking any more immature than he already appeared and now he’d just proven her right in her childish assessment of him.
Marissa stopped her feeding and she set the spoon down.
“Aww, what’s da matter with my wittle baby girl?” she asked in a pouty voice designed for toddlers.
“I want my mommy!” Davey wailed as he shook his fists in frustration. He looked absolutely pathetic in his sissy dress and diapers, baby food caked on face as he kicked his Mary Janes impotently. A third stream of pee flowed strongly into his pampers, adding further to the soggy wet cotton cloth inside his plastic panties.
Marissa smiled knowingly and she patiently reached down and felt the warm front of his diapers.
“Aww, looks like mommy’s little baby wet her didees, hmm?” she said with a condescending, superior tone.
Davey blushed beet red and hung his head as he tried to reign in his crying.
“That’s okay little sissy, we’ll get you all changed after breakfast…go ahead, let it all out. These diapers have soaker pads down the center so they can really take a lot of pee. They’re perfect for a bedwetter like you who can’t control herself.”
Davey choked back a sob as the last bit of pee trickled into his thoroughly wet diapers. He seemed resigned to his treatment as Marissa began feeding him again, although now she relaxed the pace a bit to make sure Davey got a good feeding. When he finally finished, she handed him a baby bottle of warm milk with instructions to drink it all up while she went and changed Timmy’s diapers. Trapped as he was, there was no way for him to clean his messy face so he nursed from the bottle while watching Marissa attend to her sissy son.
The smell of his pee wafted up around him mixing with that of the unappetizing baby food and he could barely believe his misfortune. Next month, he would be turning eleven and here he was, being treated like a toddler girl in diapers while his friends were all out playing ball. His soaking wet pampers only contributed to his infantile feelings.
Davey was watching Marissa lifting Timmy’s slim legs in the air to apply diaper rash cream on his bottom when suddenly, there was a knock at the back door.
Davey nearly jumped out of his seat, but of course, he was securely strapped in and going nowhere. Instead, another warm stream of panic-induced pee escaped into his soggy pampers.
Marissa wiped her sticky hands on Timmy’s waiting diapers and rose to go see who it was. When she opened the door wide, she broke into a smile as her next door neighbor greeted her warmly.
“Hi Megan–what perfect timing!” Marissa exclaimed.
Letting her in, the two of them walked over to Davey who was blushing hotly from his ears to his chest. The young woman was quite attractive and the diapered sissy was absolutely mortified to be seen like this.
“Megan, I was just changing Timmy’s diapers, and then I’ve got this bedwetter’s to do. Would you mind lending a hand?”
“Certainly. Looks like you’ve got your hands full here,” the cute blonde remarked with a chuckle as she looked him up and down.
Seeing the bottle on his tray, Megan picked it up and pushed it into the red-faced sissy’s mouth. Davey squealed but submissively drank the tepid liquid obediently.
“And what’s your name, baby girl?” she asked him with an infectious smile as she bent down and put her gorgeous face in his, “You certainly are big to be wearing diapers, aren’t you?”
Davey tried to answer her but with the rubber nipple filling his mouth, his response came out babyishly muffled and he blushed all over again.
After snapping the three crotch snaps of Timmy’s romper closed, Marissa rose to her feet and came over to Davey who was just finishing up his milk.
“Okay baby–it’s diaper change time,” she announced as she began cleaning his face with a wet wash rag. Undoing the serving tray, she released the safety belt around his tummy and helped him out of the highchair. Putting him on the floor on all fours, she bent down to squeeze the smooth bottom half of his thickly diapered seat before giving it a playful swat to send him on his way.
“Let’s go to the nursery, Davey, and I’ll get you out of those wet pampers.”
Deeply humiliated, Davey did as he was told, crawling back before the two of them, seeming to further solidify his baby status to them both. When they reached the room, Marissa led him over to the changing table and sat him down on it. Reaching her hands under the ruffled hem of his dress, she peeled his rumba panties down off of his sodden diapers.
“My, you really soaked yourself this time,” she remarked.
Megan scooped up a pacifier and pushed it into his mouth just as he was about to offer up an excuse for his accident.
With practiced movements, Marissa unpinned his pee-saturated diapers and dropped the heavy cotton cloth into a nearby plastic tub. After a quick clean up, she slid a fluffy new set of diapers underneath him before giving him a good powdering. The bulky Birdseye was soon pinned around his hips and Megan had found a cute pair of white nursery print plastic panties that she slid up the squirming sissy’s legs.
“There–all safe and protected again,” she grinned.
Taking him back out to the living room, she helped Timmy out of the playpen and put Davey inside. The former went off to play with his toys while Davey was forced to sit before the two women, bored with the babyish plastic toys left to him in the playpen. He resented that the younger boy had been given the freedom to go where he liked while diapered Davey had to sit like an infantile prisoner in the mesh-sided enclosure.
Fortunately, the bottom was lined with practical nursery print vinyl, just in case the occupant’s diapers happened to leak.
The two women were engaged in a conversation when Davey lifted himself up on his knees, putting his hands on the padded railing of the playpen to face them.
“Um…Miss Marissa,” Davey asked tentatively, “May I be allowed to play with Timmy?”
“No sissy, I want you where I can keep an eye on you,” she replied dismissively, immediately returning to her conversation with Megan without a second thought.
Davey pouted in frustration as he tried to amuse himself with the plastic blocks and dolls in the playpen. He hated being treated like a baby and it was humiliating being stuck in the playpen in his diapers and sissy dress like an infantile prisoner. He was frustrated and bored and after about 45 minutes, he barely stifled a yawn which Marissa immediately picked up on.
“Megan, I think it’s time I put little Davey down for her nap,” she told her friend.
Just as Davey was about to protest, Timmy toddled into the room, a toy truck in his hand.
“Mommy–can I go outside and play?” he asked in his little voice.
“Sure, honey, just make sure you stay in the back yard.”
“Thanks Mommy!” he replied eagerly as he turned to go.
Rising up from the sofa Marissa made ready to retrieve Davey.
“Megan, can you grab the baby bottle out of the warmer?”
“Sure thing,” she responded.
“C-can I go out too?” Davey pleaded desperately.
“No sweetie–it’s naptime for you,” Marissa said as she reached in and helped him out of the playpen.
“But Timmy gets to play–how come I can’t?” he whined bitterly.
Because he’s a big boy and you’re still a baby bedwetter,” she explained simply just as Megan returned with the bottle.
Davey stamped his Mary Janes on the floor in frustration as he bunched his fists. It was so completely unfair!!
“I don’t wanna take a nap!” he wailed angrily.
“Davey–it’s time for your nap, come on, let’s get you ready for beddie-bye now,” she said simply, completely ignoring his tantrum.
“No! I’m not gonna,” he pouted stubbornly.
“Well, you are going to take a nap, but first, you’re going to be taking a trip over my knee,” Marissa told him sternly as she crossed her arms over her substantial chest.
Turning on her heel, she left the two standing there, an amused smile on Megan’s face.
“Looks like someone is getting a spanking,” she grinned mischievously.
Davey whimpered and bit his lip nervously as Marisa returned with a stout wooden paddle in her hand. Seized with panic, he was helpless to prevent a sudden squirt of warm pee from dampening the front of his diapers.
“Wa-wait!” he cried, putting up his hands in fear, “Please-please don’t spank me!”
“It’s time for you to learn what happens to sissies that don’t do as they’re told,” she said firmly as she took a seat on a straight backed chair.
Snatching his wrist, she pulled him to her side and grasping the waistband of his plastic baby panties, she yanked them down his shaking legs.
“No–no–no!!” he blubbered as the tears began trickling down his cheeks.
Marissa took the fussy boy over her lap and unpinned his diapers, pushing the thick cloth back between his thighs and exposing his bashful, curvy little bottom. Picking up her paddle, she briefly rubbed it against his baby soft cheeks as Davey squirmed in terrified anticipation.
“I-I want my m-mommy,” he sobbed.
Marissa raised the paddle over her shoulder and then brought it swooping down to land with a blistering impact. Davey howled out at the top of his lungs and kicked wildly, a bright red pattern quickly forming across his virgin bottom. Marissa quickly added to it, smacking each individual cheek hard and then both together. Davey’s buns danced miserably beneath the harsh, scalding slaps of the paddle and he cried out like the baby girl he was dressed as.
Timmy had heard the commotion, and he came back inside to watch the spectacle firsthand. Although he had been over his mom’s lap for the occasional spanking, this was the first time he had witnessed one from this perspective and he stood there transfixed, a voyeuristic smile beginning to appear on his face.
As the paddle slapped and smacked Davey’s tender cheeks repeatedly, he cried unashamedly, kicking his Mary Janes frantically as his sissy bottom was turned to a deep, angry red. Marissa’s paddle never missed her target and although he squirmed and struggled desperately against her grip, she delivered her harsh, unremitting punishment again and again. Hard, unforgiving oak slapped his soft, defenseless cheeks, raising painful, stinging welts.
At last, the terrible spanking was over and Davey lay there sobbing loudly as Marissa pulled his diapers back up and pinned them tightly in place, effectively sealing the five alarm fire blazing on his bottom.
As she stood him up, she pulled his plastic panties back up and over his big diapers, looking him in the eye as she did.
“Ready for beddie-bye now?” she taunted him with a smile.
Davey nodded his head vigorously and Marissa led him down the hallway and into the nursery. There, she changed out his baby dress for a cute fuzzy pink top and she tucked him into the crib, giving him a teddy bear and a bottle of milk to sooth him.
Sitting on the edge of the crib mattress, Marissa pushed the nipple of the bottle into his sniveling mouth to get him started nursing from the milk.
“I’m sorry I had to spank you, Davey,” she said as she gently wiped a tear away from his wet cheeks, “but now you know I mean business.”
All the diapered sissy could think was how unfair it all was–he was being treated like a baby and forced to take a nap when the younger boy was allowed to go outside and play in complete freedom. He was also deeply ashamed at having been spanked in front of the other two, bawling his eyes out like a crybaby, and he knew he’d have difficulty sitting down for the next several days.
Marissa bent down to kiss his cheek before raising the side of the crib and latching it closed.
“Nighty-nite,” she said cheerfully as she turned and left, turning the light out as she left.
Davey’s bottom was still stinging and roasting inside his diapers and he squirmed in the crib trying to get comfortable. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been made to take a nap and in his boredom, his eyes wandered around the nursery. He was amazed at all the babyish touches to the room, from the pink dresser to the lemon yellow rocking horse, to say nothing of the toddler style crib he was presently captive in. The mattress crinkled loudly beneath him every time he moved and a slight stale pee scent could be discerned coming from some part of it.
Reaching down, he tried to rub the soft front of his diapers to get some relief but all it did was get him more frustrated.
At last, after a half hour of tossing and turning, he fell asleep.
Davey was woken by Marissa pulling the pink drapes back from the window.
“And how did mommy’s little bedwetter sleep?” she asked sweetly.
Sure enough, once Davey had slipped into slumberland, the floodgates had opened and as usual, he had completely soaked his diapers.
“Good, Miss Marissa,” he replied sleepily.
Lowering the side of the crib, Marissa handed Davey a bottle of warm milk and helped him over to the changing table. In moments, his soggy, wet diapers were unpinned and his legs were being held in the air as Marissa coated his bottom with another layer of Desitin cream. This was followed by lots of baby powder and soon, he was swaddled back into another thick set of soft, fluffy diapers.
“Hmm, I think these cute polka dot baby panties will go perfect with that top you’re wearing,” she announced as she began snaking the waterproof panties up his legs.
Davey whimpered a little, especially as he caught a waft of stale pee from the panties she was fitting around his fat diapers. It was embarrassing to think he would be wearing baby panties that someone else had wet in previously and it served as a further reminder of his childish lack of control.
“And guess what?” she said brightly, “Now it’s time for you to go outside and play.”
Davey became visibly happier and he was excited at the prospect of finally doing activities closer to his real age in the back yard.
Putting his pink Mary Janes over his anklet covered feet, Marissa led him down the hallway and towards the front door.
“A-aren’t we going outside to the b-back yard?” he quaked, suddenly nervous.
“Oh no, baby–I’ve got a stroller I’m going to put you in to take you down to the park. But don’t worry–I’ve got your diaper bag for when you wet yourself again,” she assured him.
Sure enough, just as she opened the front door, he felt a wild squirt of panic-induced pee spray into his fresh diapers.
“N-no!” he cried weakly but deep inside, he already knew he was going. His bottom was still sore from his earlier spanking.
“Come along baby girl,” Marissa said as she ignored his protest, grabbed his wrist and led him outside. On her sidewalk, was a large stroller and a diaper bag slung over the handle. Easing him into the babyish contraption, she handed him a Disney Princess doll to comfort him and off they went.
Although the stroller had a smocked rain cover, Marissa had pulled it back so Davey could enjoy the sunshine. Unfortunately, everyone they passed by looked down at him and either smiled or shook their heads at his diapered condition. Marissa had given him a baby bottle to nurse from and he felt all the more infantile as they made their way to the park.
They were almost there when they passed a young teenager that stopped to say hi to Marissa.
“Hi Mrs. Rosen,” she said brightly.
“Well hello, Cindy,” she replied, “How is school going for you?”
“Almost done and then summer is about to start,” she said, “That isn’t little Timmy, is it?”
“Oh no–this is a little bedwetter I’m babysitting today–his name is Davey,” she said as she smiled down on the blushing boy.
“Aww, he’s a cute little one–and it looks like you’re very well protected today, Davey,” she said in a voice meant for toddlers.
Davey blushed furiously and felt another strong stream of pee flow out of control. With his little penis having been locked in chastity, he wet back between his legs like a girl, peeing helplessly into the thick seat of his diapers.
“I’ve got him triple diapered. He really needs it for all the wetting he does,” Marissa told her.
“Well, have fun, sissykins,” Cindy said gaily as she waved him goodbye.
After they parted ways, Marissa took a pathway into the park that led to a play area for small children. There were two girls and boy there already, looking about 5 to 7, although it was apparent that none shared Davey’s need for diapers. Their mothers were chatting amongst themselves and they greeted Mrs. Rosen when she came their way.
After explaining her charge to the curious women, she helped him get out of the stroller.
“Go ahead–play with the other children,” she encouraged him.
Davey could feel the warm, clammy cloth of his diapers clinging to his bottom and he cringed as he looked around at the faces now staring at him. Unfortunately, that brought yet another stream of hot pee into his already wet diaper and he blushed all the way from his ears to his chest.
“Why are you wearing diapers?” the little blonde girl asked as she pointed at his infantile underwear.
Davey was on the verge of crying and he looked around anxiously at Marissa to save him.
“Davey can’t control his wetting, so he needs diapers and plastic panties for protection,” she said kindly.
Leading him over to a sandy area with some toys, Marissa encouraged him to play with the others. With his sissy top, Mary Janes, and his fat, shiny diapers, Davey felt extremely conscious of his appearance. He could barely concentrate and he felt everyone’s eyes staring at him.
He was bent down on all fours, pushing a Tonka truck when one of the older of the girls came up behind him unexpectedly and squeezed his diapered bottom.
“Mommy! His diapers are wet,” she bluntly announced, to Davey’s utter shame.
“Come along, Davey,” Marissa beckoned him as she began opening her diaper bag, “Time for another change.”
The shame-faced sissy bit his lip as he tried desperately for a way to dissuade her from humiliating him further. Unfortunately, she simply came over, scooped him up like a toddler and carried him over to the changing pad she’d laid out.
The other women were buzzing with interest as they watched the helpless youth have his pee-soaked diapers summarily pulled down, revealing the pink chastity device around his tiny genitals.
“May I ask what that is?” a curious mother inquired.
“Oh yes,” she responded, “Naughty boys like Davey here can be easily tempted to play with themselves if left unsupervised. Especially when he’s wearing soft, fluffy diapers all the time. This device makes sure that’s no longer possible, and he can’t even get an erection now, which is something a bedwetter has no business having anyway.”
The others giggled and nodded their agreement as Davey’s face burned with embarrassment.
After depositing his wet diapers in a separate bag, Marissa carefully cleaned his damp area and then grasping his ankles, she lifted his Mary Janes over his head. The children all gathered around, clearly amused to see this much older boy getting a diaper change like a baby.
Davey tried to look away, but everywhere he looked, a mother or her child was gazing back at him, smiling as Marissa smeared Desitin across his pink bottom.
“Looks like someone got his bottom spanked,” one of the mothers observed with a smile.
“Yes, Davey got fussy about taking his nap today, which ended with him taking a trip over my lap. I’m pretty sure we won’t be have any more trouble like that in the future,” she said as she eased a baby bottle of warm milk into his trembling mouth.
Davey was so humiliated, a tear trickled down his cheek as he tied to close his eyes and ears from the conversation.
After a thorough powdering, Marissa pulled the thick cloth up between his legs and pinned the sides snugly in place. Colorful pink nursery print plastic panties followed and soon, Davey was once again, pampered, safe and protected.
Marissa began putting her diapering supplies away when she glanced at her watch.
“Oh—will you look at the time? I had no idea it was so late!” she exclaimed, “We better get going–you have an important appointment to meet.”
Although Davey was vastly relieved to be leaving this humiliating company, he couldn’t help but have reservations for what was coming next. He was just about to inquire when Marissa suddenly pushed his pacifier into his open mouth, effectively ending any discussion before it began.
Davey squealed and shook his fists helplessly as the other mothers giggled at him.
“Come on , baby, it’s time for us to be going,” Marissa said as she helped Davey climb back into the stroller.
As soon as he was safely settled, Marissa said her goodbyes as the women all waved to Davey like he was a baby and with that, she briskly left the park.
Before long, they had arrived back at the house and Marissa led him inside where they found Megan nursing Timmy with a baby bottle of milk.
“Hi, we just came back so I could change Davey’s outfit. How has my little Timmy been?” she asked.
“A perfect angel–I was just about to check his diapers and then put him down for his nap.”
Davey felt some small consolation that at least Timmy was getting the same babyish treatment as himself.
Marissa led him back to the nursery where she removed his sissy top and brought over a fancy satin, pink and white baby dress. Like the one he wore earlier, it had a stiff petticoat to flare out it’s lacey hem. With short, puffy sleeves and a cute bunny and building blocks appliqué on the bodice, it screamed little toddler baby girl as she lowered it over his head.
Davey squirmed nervously as she did up the row of small buttons up the back.
Going over to the dresser, she retrieved a silky item and returned, removing his lacy anklets and Mary Janes. Gathering the white tights in her hands, she fed Davey’s legs into them, working the hosiery up his smooth, girlish legs and then laboriously around the fat, imposing bulk of his big diapers.
“Every little girl loves dressing up fancy,” she exclaimed as she ran her nails around the wide, stretchy elastic waistband, “And I’m sure you’re going to make quite the impression to the ladies down at the salon.”
Davey shook his head and tried to protest but the fat rubber pacifier only muffled his words of angst.
Putting his Mary Janes back on, she stood him before the full length mirror so he could see himself.
Davey blushed a deep red as he took in the short, ruffled baby dress, and his girlish tights that were stretched tightly over his diapers, doing nothing to mask the pink nursery print of his plastic panties. He couldn’t imagine a more humiliating outfit to wear.
Marissa grabbed another set of diapers, putting his wet ones into the pail, and then she led him outside and back into the stroller.
“Come along, Davey–we mustn’t be late for your appointment.”
The diapered pantywaist whimpered but dutifully climbed in and Marissa briskly pushed him down the sidewalk.
Ten minutes later, they arrived at their destination, Jamie’s Salon–Styles for beautiful little girls.
Opening the glass door, Marissa grinned broadly as she pushed the stroller inside and was immediately greeted by a number of young women. She let Davey out and allowed him to stand before them as they smiled down on him, remarking about his state of dress.
“What a cutie you are!”
“Who’s this little darling?”
“Looks like this little one has a wetting problem.”
“You’re a precious little sweetie!”
All this intense attention from the group of pretty women was too much for Davey and predictably, he immediately began nervously wetting himself like the big baby he was dressed up as. He bit his lip and cringed as warm pee began spreading throughout his diaper, seeping up into his generously padded seat as his bladder helplessly let go in panic.
The manager of the salon, a gorgeous brunette, bent down and smiled prettily at Davey’s quivering form. She had full, luscious lips, twinkling eyes, and a generous bosom barely contained by her snug uniform.
“And what’s your name, little girl?” she asked cheerfully.
Davey was sucking feverishly on his pacifier, his eyes misting with tears of humiliation.
“–Priscilla,” Marissa suddenly announced for him. She hadn’t thought about it until just this moment, but it seemed the perfect name for her little diapered sissy.
“Well Priscilla, we’re going to make you just as pretty as we can,” the beautiful woman assured him as she took his trembling hand and led him to one of the salon’s pink chairs. Davey waddled over and was soon lifted into the chair by strong, female arms. He had never been in a women’s salon and he assumed they would just cut his hair, which tended to be on the long side anyways.
Draping a big pink smock over him to protect his baby dress, they tied it behind his neck and two of the younger girls began working on his hair.
Marissa whispered some instructions to the manager who smiled and looked knowingly at Davey.
“Oh yes–that will look wonderful,” she agreed.
Walking over to the two girls working on Davey, she spoke shortly with them under her breath and they giggled and nodded their heads in response.
Davey could only hope for the best as the they pulled and twisted his hair, putting it in small curlers. As it began to dawn on him that this was going to be more than a usual haircut, he grew concerned and tried to voice his objections but once again, the pacifier ensured everything came out babyishly muffled. The girls ignored him, chattering amongst themselves as they continued to work on his hair.
Sitting there squirming, it was only then that he realized he had wet himself as he felt the soggy cotton squishing between his legs and against his seat. He blushed at the thought that he seemed to have so little control over his wetting anymore and it made him feel all the more childish.
The girls finally finished with the curls and they wrapped his head in a plastic bonnet of sorts, gently putting him under a hair dryer. Davey hoped the smell of the chemicals would mask that of his pee-soaked pampers so he could avoid another humiliating public diaper change.
While he was waiting, Marissa pulled out his pacifier and handed him a baby bottle which he began nursing from, if for no other reason, than because he was bored.
At last, one of the cute young girls came over and turned off the hair dryer, checking the condition of his hair.
“I think you’re ready, sweetie,” she said brightly.
Davey was happy to have this over at last, so they could finally go home.
Taking him back over to one of the chairs, the two girls began taking his curlers out, placing them in a large bowl until they were all removed. Merrily, the two of them worked on Davey, styling his hair and applying spray to it until they were satisfied with the final result.
“Viola!” one of them exclaimed.
The pretty manager and Marissa gathered around to look at her diapered charge as they beheld the mass of babyish curls now adorning his cherubic face.
“Perfect!” Marissa exclaimed as she clapped her hands in joy, “Absolutely perfect!”
As they turned his chair so he could finally look at his own reflection, Davey gasped in shock as he stared dumbfounded at himself and his new girlish locks. He had no idea this was what Marissa had intended and his cheeks suddenly flushed with anger.
“What did you do!?!” he shouted.
“Just gave you an age-appropriate hairdo, sweetie-pie,” she said with a smug smirk.
Davey leaped out of his seat and he shook his fists in fury at her. Needless to say, in his short baby dress and diapers he looked absolutely ridiculous.
“I’m telling my mom on you!” he shouted threateningly in his shrill voice.
Marissa crossed her arms over her substantial chest with cool confidence as she looked down on him condescendingly.
“And just where do you think I got the idea from? It was your mommy’s suggestion.”
Davey felt a shiver of fear run down his spine to learn that his own mother was conspiring to turn him into a babyish toddler.
“I hate you! I hate you!!” he screamed, lacking any other sort of argument.
Marissa spied a wide backed wooden hairbrush on the counter and she picked it up, grasping Davey by his arm.
“Girls, I’ve got some business I have to attend to–do you have a back room here I can use?”
The girls giggled again as the manager happily led the two of them to the break room in back. Davey kicked and tried to escape but he was no match for Marissa’s strong grip.
Leaving the door open, Marissa sat down on a stool and began tugging Davey’s tights down off his diapers.
“Stop it! Stop it!” he wailed.
“It’s time you received a lesson in manners, you little sissy,” she said firmly.
With several sharp tugs, she yanked his pink nursery print plastic panties down past his knees, exposing his sagging, pee-soaked diapers.
“Wet again, I see,” she observed dryly, “Now you’re going to find out what it’s like to get a spanking with a damp bottom.”
Davey burst into tears and he stamped his feet in frustration but in moments, she was lifting him over her lap, placing him in the vulnerable position where his Mary Janes could only kick the air helplessly. Marissa swiftly unpinned his diapers and pushed the soggy wet cloth back between his legs. His bottom was still pink from his earlier spanking but she didn’t hesitate for a moment. Raising the hairbrush over her shoulder, she brought it down with a deafening swat, landing it squarely across the delightful curve of his fanny.
Davey howled in agony and he kicked wildly, shaking his fists impotently before him. Two blistering swats immediately followed, one on each of his soft, sissy cheeks, flattening them and delivering an impact of a hundred wasp stings. Hot, salty tears streamed down his cheeks as Davey cried like a baby.
The girls gathered around the open doorway, smiling eagerly as they watched the spectacle of the diapered pantywaist getting his just reward. Again and again, Marissa smacked his bottom harshly, delivering the childish punishment that all sissies truly deserve. Davey bawled at the top of his lungs, his damp cheeks quickly returning to a shade of angry, candy apple red.
For several minutes, she continued to slap each of his swollen cheeks ferociously, bringing fresh torrents of tears from the crying youth until at last Marissa finally stopped, setting the hairbrush down on the nearby counter with a clatter.
Standing the sobbing youth on his shaky feet, his stern babysitter looked him squarely in the eye.
“That was exactly what you needed,” she said as she wagged her finger at his crying face, “Your mommy knows best and she knows a little bedwetter like you should be treated like the baby you’ve been acting like.
“And when you get sassy with me–you can be sure of taking another trip over my lap for a good, hard spanking. Do you understand me?”
Davey sobbed loudly and submissively nodded his head as he tenderly stroked the twin fireballs of his bottom. A quick glance over her shoulder revealed that the other girls were still gathered at the doorway, a rapt audience to his humiliating scolding.
Turning towards them, Marissa beckoned for their assistance.
“Would one of you girls be so kind as to get my diaper bag–I’m afraid Priscilla wet herself again.”
“Sure thing,” the blond one chuckled as she turned and went to get it.
In moments, everyone gathered around attentively as Davey was once again being positioned on the changing pad over a thick trio of his bunny soft diapers. His tights and damp plastic panties were still gathered around his calves and now everyone could clearly see the tiny pink chastity device encasing his little loins. The girls pointed at it and giggled, vastly amused with his situation.
Davey was given another bottle to nurse from as Marissa slathered Desitin across his swollen, stinging bottom. The crying sissy howled out anew as her hands rubbed his blazing cheeks, even though the cream was cool to his hot skin. Taking her time, Marissa sprinkled baby powder over his front, humming to herself as the girls looked down on the punished, humiliated boy.
Pulling the fluffy soft cloth up between his thighs, she pinned the sides tightly together around his hips.
As Davey felt the damp plastic panties being drawn up his legs, he got fussy again and protested.
“Th-those are still wet!” he whined between sobs.
“Sissies don’t always get a complete change,” she explained simply as she pulled them up and tugged them over the fat cotton surrounding his hips. He could feel the cool, damp elastic bands around his thighs but there was nothing he could do about it.
Davey whimpered and pouted but nevertheless resumed his nursing from the bottle.
Marissa began working his stretchy pink tights up his legs and then fitted them over his fat diapers, tugging them aggressively to get the waistband above his waterproof baby panties. Standing him up, she positioned him before the smiling audience of girls.
“Now I want you to thank these nice girls for doing such a wonderful job on your hair,” she commanded him.
Davey could barely utter the words to thank them for transforming his look into that of a toddler girl but his bottom was still on fire inside his diapers.
“Th-thank you,” he bleated weakly.
“Thank you for what?” Marissa prodded him.
“Thank you…f-for doing my hair.”
“Thank you for making me look like a pretty little baby girl,” Marissa corrected him.
“Th-thank you for making me look like a-a pretty little baby girl,” he repeated as everyone clapped and grinned. Davey’s face blushed a bright red and the manager bent down to give him a wet kiss on his crimson cheek. He looked so completely babyish now, with his girly blond curls and dress.
“Well–I want to thank everyone for taking such good care of my little Priss–I think you’ve done a wonderful job with her,” Marissa said appreciatively.
Grasping the pansy’s hand, she led him to the register where she paid for his permanent, tipping the girls as they left.
Putting him back into his stroller, Marissa took the overwhelmed and distraught sissy back home, where they found Davey’s mom pulling into the driveway. Seeing another opportunity to humiliate her young charge, Marissa helped Davey out of the stroller and stood him up, so anyone in the neighborhood walking by would also be witness to his babyish appearance.
As Mrs. Rosen closed the door of her car, Marissa pushed Davey’s pacifier into his mouth, adding the piece-de-resistance to his toddler look.
His mom stopped where she stood, her hand going up to cover her mouth which quickly became a wide grin.
“Oh…My!” she exclaimed, “It’s…perfect! I love it!”
Marissa smiled proudly as Mrs. Rosen approached slowly, taking in all the details, from his glossy Mary Janes, to his shimmering tights and their see-thru look, allowing his colorful baby panties and thick, bulging diapers to be clearly seen. Davey’s short ruffled dress flared out widely and the short, puffy sleeves emphasized his skinny little arms. The mass of girlish curls around his face gave him a distinctively toddler appearance and the pacifier stuffed in his mouth completed the look.
To be sure–he no longer looked like a ten year-old boy but a five year-old girl, still very much in need of diapers.
Mrs. Rosen threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly.
“Oh sweetie, you’re my precious little baby girl!” she gushed.
As she stood back and smiled down on him, a sudden gust of wind blew the back of his dress up, fully exposing his fat, diapered bottom. Davey squealed and wrestled to hold the light, wispy layers of his dress and petticoats down but alas, the damage was already done. He glanced over to see the next door neighbor, an older woman watering her lawn, who was staring back at the diapered sissy in his dress.
He tried to urge the two mothers to go inside but of course, no one could understand his muffled whining with his rubber pacifier lodged in his mouth.
Instead, they stood where they were, Marissa discussing the day’s events as Mrs. Rosen smiled with each humiliating revelation. At last, his babysitter took them inside and they sat down at the sofa together, Marissa arranging Davey across her lap and positioning his head for another breastfeeding session.
“Okay, sweetie–you know what comes next,” she said as he opened her blouse to reveal her big mammaries struggling to escape the confines of her silky bra.
Davey squirmed on her lap but in moments, his lips were soon wrapped around a milky areole and he was nursing contentedly like a little baby.
“Tell me–how did Davey take his enema this morning?” Mrs. Rosen asked as she smiled down on her transformed sissy boy.
“Oh—I forgot to mention–your little one prefers to be called Priscilla now–she came up with it all on her own,” Marissa told her, wildly stretching the truth.
His mom giggled, not indicating whether she believed her or not but clearly delighted with the name nevertheless.
“But to answer your question–she was fussy at first, but you’d be surprised at the effect a nice, long soapy enema has on a little pantywaist like Priscilla. It leaves her submissive, compliant, and much more receptive to further babyish treatment.
“I strongly recommend you start every day by taking her over your lap and giving her a full two quarts.”
“Can he really take that much?” Mrs. Rosen asked in amazement.
“Oh yes–you’d be astounded to how much a little sissy can take, so long as you take it slowly and patiently,” she explained, “Of course, she’ll whine and squirm, telling you she can’t take any more but just be firm with her–you need to make sure she gets every drop so she’ll be a good little girl in her diapers.
“Isn’t that right, sugarplum?” she asked Davey in a sweet, syrupy voice.
The hapless sissy whimpered helplessly as he continued nursing from her immense, milk-filled breast.
“I just can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done…I knew his wetting problem was getting worse but I just wasn’t sure which direction to go with it.”
“When I saw your little sweetie, I just knew there was a delicate little sissy inside, just bursting to get out. Her constant wetting was simply her way of telling you she doesn’t want to be a big boy, but instead–wants to live the life of a helpless baby again,” Marissa explained sagely as Mrs. Rosen nodded in agreement.
“You’re certainly going to get that and more,” his mom told him, “This week, I’ll be converting your bedroom into a proper nursery for a little baby girl–I’m adding to your cozy pink crib and I’m getting a netted playpen to join it. I’ve already boxed up all your clothes and I’ve started ordering lots of cute baby dresses and rompers from eBay.
“It will take me a few days, but when you come home this weekend, your new life as mommy’s precious little toddler girl will officially begin. Now you can wet your diapers all you want and be the big baby you’ve been acting like. All your meals will be served to you in your new highchair and I’ll tuck you into your crib for your daily naps.
“–Oh, and you can count on a much earlier bedtime too.
“What do you think–7 pm for my little princess?” she asked Marissa.
“Oh yes, babies don’t need to be up any later than that,” she agreed.
“By the way–I’ve taken the precaution of locking her little package into a secure chastity device. It’s the perfect solution for sissies who wear soft, fluffy diapers all the time. You’ll find it puts a stop–once and for all, to any naughty behavior she might be tempted with.
Mrs. Rosen beamed with great admiration at her new friend.
“You’ve really thought of everything, haven’t you?”
“I just like to see these sissies get everything that’s coming to them,” she said with firm resolve.
“In just a few years, she’ll be going through puberty and her hormones will be raging. Instead of getting erections like most little boys do–the chastity device will make sure this pantywaist remains sissy soft in her diapers, unable to ever get hard or experience an orgasm. It will be very frustrating for her but that’s alright–sissies don’t need orgasms like most males do.”
“Do I need to worry about semen building up inside her?” Mrs. Rosen inquired.
“No–I recommend you get a nice, thick dildo nozzle for your enema kit. You’ll find it drains her prostate of any built up semen, while depriving her of the tremendous climax she desperately wants.”
“I’ll be sure to get one,” she replied.
Davey whimpered desperately as he heard of these nefarious plans for him but Marissa smiled down on him knowingly.
“You just keep nursing, little princess–I’ve got plenty of milk for you still.”
His brow furrowed but he knew better than to defy her.
“Oh–while you’re shopping for her, you may also want to pick up a nice butt plug or two. I like the ones made of the softer jelly material. They can be an excellent tool to help her stay focused on the matter at hand or just when she’s being fussy.”
“Thanks–I’ll be sure to get a couple–anything else you can think of?”
“Yes–a good, stout wooden paddle, if you don’t already have one. All sissies–and your little pansy is certainly no exception–need to be taken over mommy’s lap and given a good, hard spanking from time to time. And you’ll find it’s all the more effective lesson when it’s done in front of others.
“That will keep your little pantywaist on the straight and narrow.”
Mrs. Rosen nodded in agreement.
“Sissies need strict, unforgiving discipline with a daily fare of humiliation and emasculation–I’m happy to provide it for your little one while you’re getting things ready at home,” Marissa assured her.
Davey, his innocent face framed by his new girlish curls, was listening to all this with growing concern as he nursed steadily on her other breast. And yet, he also knew that the life of a baby girl awaited him whether he liked it or not. In one day, Marissa had changed his life forever and he had been completely helpless in the face of her implacable will.
At the same time, a familiar warm wetness began to seep back between his thighs and into the thick seat of his diapers, embracing his recently spanked cheeks with his incontinence. Somehow, it seemed natural now to the pampered sissy, and he let his pee flow uninterrupted as the thick cotton cloth swaddling him happily absorbed it.
“Thank you again. I’ll let you know how things progress,” Mrs. Rosen said as she got up to leave, “Just think sweetie–by this time next week, you’ll have your very own baby nursery to play in–no more big boy toys, just lots of stuffed animals and dolls to amuse you.
“It’s wet diapers and nursery nights for you, from now on.”