Chrissy's Wild Adventure

Chrissey's Wild Adventure


Today was definitely not going well for me.

I had been playing hopscotch outside and I waited too long to go inside and go to the bathroom. Consequently, I made a slight tinkle in my pants before I reached the toilet, leaving a small wet spot in the front of my pants. This was not entirely unusual for me as I had rather weak control over my bladder and as usual, I tended to forget about it and just hope that my mom wouldn't notice. She was in a big hurry today so I wasn't overly concerned.

I had walked into my mom's room while she was packing for a short business trip. However, when she looked up from what she was doing, she caught sight of the wet spot on my crotch.

''Chris! Come over here this instant,'' she commanded me.

Warily, I did as I was told, realizing belatedly that she had discovered my accident after all. Standing before her, I tried to cover the spot with my hands but she refused to be put off. Pushing them aside, she glared down at my crotch with disgust.

"Chris, what is the matter with you? Are you going to start wetting your pants in the daytime too?'' she asked accusingly.

She was referring to the fact that I still hadn't been able to keep from wetting the bed and because of that, she'd begun putting me in diapers and plastic pants at night. While this solution kept my bed dry, it was mortifying to have to wear such infantile apparel at the age of twelve.

"You know, I don't have time for this,'' she stated impatiently, ''I've got to get going and I still have to drop you off.''

Taking me by the wrist, she roughly dragged me into my bedroom where she sat me uncerimoniously on the bed. From my dresser, she pulled open the top drawer and removed several diapers and a pair of white plastic panties.

"No Mommy,'' I pleaded, "it was just an accident-please dont make me wear those.''

I was desperate to avoid going over to my new babysitter wearing a diaper.

"Chrissey,'' she said, using the name she'd use whenever she thought I was acting childishly, ''if you're going to act like a baby, I'm going to dress you like a baby.''

With annoyance and haste, she untied my shoes and pulled them off, along with my pants. I bit my lip as she yanked down my dampened underwear but I continued to protest.

"Please Mommy, I promise to do better,'' I pleaded.

"I don't have time to wait for you to do better. You'll wear these diapers and Ms. Johnson can decide what she wants to do with you.''

"No!'' I shouted petulantly, "I won't!''

Without hesitating, my mom lifted me up by my ankles and her hand swooped down and swatted me harshly on my exposed bottom with a resounding slap. I yelped in anguish as she brought her hand down two more times to deliver a stinging lesson to my youthful fanny.

With tears forming in my eyes, I pouted while she slid the cloth diapers beneath my rump and shook baby powder over my crotch.

"When I get home, you and I are going to have a long talk, Young Man,'' she promised as she pulled the thick cloth up between my legs and pinned it tightly with oversized duckie pins. While I still put up token resistance, my mom pulled the crackly pair of plastic panties over my feet and up my legs.

"It's high time you grew up and started acting your age,'' she scolded me, as she wrestled the waterproof pants over my bulging diapers. "And maybe if you didn't act like such a baby all the time, the other school kids wouldn't call you a sissy.''

I blushed at her reminding me of the name the kids at school referred to me as; 'Sissy Chrissey.'

"Now get dressed while I finish packing, I don't want to be late,'' she said tersely as she strode out of the room.

I looked down at my fat diapers in despair, agonizing as to what I could find to wear over them.

After unsuccessfully going through every pair of pants I owned, I finally managed to find some old tan shorts that just barely would fit over the bulky diapers. With great difficulty I was only barely able to zip them up but they looked like they'd burst back open at any minute. Worse yet was the fact that their light color only seemed to accentuate my diapered condition and I couldn't walk without a pronounced waddle. As I looked in the mirror, tears welled in my eyes as the reality of my predicament hit me full force.

Sniffling in misery, I tried to find a t-shirt that would cover my bulging bottom but couldn't get anything that went lower than just below the top button on the shorts that was straining mightily to stay buttoned.

"Chris!" my mom called from down the hall, "Come on, let's get going!'

She sounded impatient and I hastened to waddle out to where she was waiting for me by the landing. With one hand holding her bag, she used her free one to hold my hand like a toddler, something I hated. It was bad enough having to wear thick embarrassing diapers but I wouldn't stand to be further treated like a baby. With a snotty jerk of my arm, I freed my hand from hers but as I did, I heard the unmistakable sound of my shorts ripping up the back. Wide eyed in shock, I reached back, only to feel a gaping hole going up the seam of my pants, allowing my plastic pants to be clearly visible. My hands felt the hole and the smooth vinyl of my diapers through them. To my horror, the shorts ripped even wider when I turned my head to investigate the catastrophe for myself.

"Mom!'' I shreiked in distress.

"Hmmph. Serves you right for being such a brat,'' she replied without sympathy.

"I can't go out in public like this now,'' I wailed piteously.

"You can and will. Now get in the car this instant Chrissey, before you REALLY make me mad,'' she said in a tone of voice that brooked no argument.

Whimpering to myself I sat in the passenger side in a pout, the rest of the seam ripping all the way up as I settled down into the seat.

Filled with anxiety, I dreaded having to step back out when we reached our destination. As we drove across town in silence, I gazed down at a business card for the place we were going to.

The card read;

Ms. Julie Johnson

Babysitting special people with special needs

Below the inscription were two small drawings, the left showing a paddle with holes in its face and on the right side a diaper. I gulped hard as I wondered what the significance of that meant.

At last we arrived at a large, imposing house in a well to do neighborhood. My mom got out and began walking to the front door, only to realize I was cowering still in the front seat.

"Chrissey, you better get out of that car this minute or I'll pull you out myself and give you a good spanking!''

Whimpering and muttering, I stepped outside tentatively, only to find that the fat seat of my diapers were actually pushing the sides of the ripped shorts outward at a ridiculous angle, displaying the plastic beneath blatantly. Frantically, I grabbed the sides and tried to pull them closed as my mom rang the elaborate doorbell.

A moment later, a beautiful young woman in a french maid uniform answered the door and invited us in after my mom informed her who we were. We were ushered into a foyer that served as a waiting room and asked to make ourselves comfortable. Ms. Johnson was finishing up with another client and would soon be out to meet us, we were told. Another woman, apparently a mother, was sitting and acknowledged us with a hello from her seat. I wasted no time in rushing to sit down in an empty chair but the other lady looked down at my balooning shorts with a penetrating gaze and then smiled at me knowingly. I blushed deeply and looked away.

For the moment, the house was quiet until I thought I heard another woman's voice coming from in the adjoining room. Her tone seemed curt and it was followed by a boy's whiny voice, saying something I couldn't make out. Again the woman spoke, this time more forcefully, followed by another sound I wasn't sure of. I heard the boy squeal no in protest and shortly thereafter, the unmistakable 'slap-slap-slap' of a bare bottomed spanking. My hair stood on end as I heard the boy's cries, mixed with an uninterrupted series of swats, no doubt from the fiercesome paddle portrayed on the face of the lady's business card.

My heart was beating a thousand miles an hour as I looked around the room, listening to the hapless youngster getting his bottom paddled. In my mind's eye, I could easily visualize the boy's youthful cheeks being spanked a bright shade of red, while he cried like a little baby. For a moment, the other lady caught my eye and she smiled back at me as if to say, 'that's what you'll be getting soon.'

The spanking continued until it stopped suddenly, the only sound to be heard was the boy's sobbing and obvious misery.

A minute later, a side door opened and a tall, commanding woman in high heels walked in carrying the hand of a boy about ten, his face red and wet with tears.

The mother stood up as the boy shuffled over and took her hand, wiping the tears from his face and sniffling pathetically. I noticed that his own pants bulged below his waist and realized to my shock that he was also wearing a fat diaper.

"Thank you for all your help, Ms. Johnson,'' the mother gushed gratefully.

"It was my pleasure Mrs. Holms. He should be much better behaved after today,'' she replied, ''so shall I expect you tomorrow?''

''Yes, we'll be by tomorrow night at eight if that's okay.''

"Excellent. I'll see you then.''

It was only then that Ms. Johnson seemed to notice me and she came over to me filling me with dread. In my panic, a trickle of pee seeped out into the front of my diaper as I quivered in her stern presence.

"Stand up,'' she commanded me. She wore a tight white blouse that did little to hide her voluptuous breasts and a short, black skirt that matched her dark hose.

Shakily, I rose to my feet, only to have another small stream of pee escape into my waiting diapers.

As if to read my mind, she looked down at my bulging shorts and then back into my eyes.

"You're a little old to be wearing diapers aren't you?'' she asked pointedly.

I shuffled my feet but said nothing looking down at the floor in embarrassment.

"Answer me when I talk to you,'' she said sharply, grasping my chin and forcing me to look up into her piercing eyes.

"Uh-huh,'' I quivered. I only came up to her big bosom and I gulped in fear.

"Yes Ma'am,'' she corrected me firmly, not releasing her vicelike grip from my jaw.

"Yes Ma'am,'' I quickly added as a third trickle of pee flowed into the front of my already damp diapers.

"We'll have to work on that,'' she said evenly. Without warning, she unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them down past my knees, leaving my diapers fully exposed to everyone in the room, including the mother who was putting on her coat and getting ready to leave. I blushed hot red as she reached down and gave the seat of my plastic pants a good squeeze.

"Wet I see. But looks like you can wait a bit before I change you.''

My mom shook her head in disappointment mixed with anger. I hung my head in shame as the two discussed my arrangements before my mom left for her trip. I fought back tears while I said goodbye to her, dreading my stay here at this stern woman's house. After she was gone, Ms. Johnson took me by the hand and then she led me into the other room.

"Chrissey, do you have to go poo poo?" she asked as we walked into a huge bathroom.

"No Ma'am," I mumbled, still upset as to how the day was progressing.

"Well I don't want to take any chances, your mother might tolerate changing your messy diapers but around here, we have a few rules and one of them is that sissies who are still in diapers get a nice soapy enema everyday. That keeps your diapers clean and seems to be better for both of us," she explained.

"Wha-what's an enema?" I asked shakily.

"You'll see soon enough," she replied as she began filling a large red rubber enema bag with warm water. She squeezed a good portion of dishwashing soap into the bag before sealing it up tight and attaching the tube. In a plastic box there were numerous nozzles and by habit she picked up a long, slender one but then put it down after looking at me.

"No, I think for you a special nozzle is in order."

With that, she reached in a drawer and pulled out a fat rubber dildo like nozzle and attached it to the end of the tube. I definately didn't like the look of that and in my hightened state of anxiety, I felt another stream of pee soaking into my diaper.

We walked out to an adjoining room where Ms. Johnson hung the glistening bag on a hook attached to the ceiling and then sat down on a straight backed chair.

"Come on Chrissey, you might as well get used to this because this is what you're going to get every day while you're here," she told me.

I felt tears starting to form again and I glanced around trying to look for an escape. Taking advantage of my uncertainty, Ms. Johnson grabbed me by the wrist and yanked me over to her, tearing my ripped shorts down and throwing them in the wastebasket.

"You won't be needing those anymore," she said with finality.

I quaked in fear as to what was about to happen but she ignored my feelings and began tugging my plastic panties down to my ankles. Tears of shame and anxiety trickled down my cheeks as my soaking wet diapers were revealed before this beautiful stranger. She placed a towel over her lap and then pulled me over, unpinning the wet cloth and drawing it back between my legs. My damp bottom was now fully exposed and I felt her stuff a big dollop of nursery jelly into my virgin hole.

"Chrissey, this is going to be a little uncomfortable due to it's size but it's best if you just relax and take it in," she explained, "besides, most sissies take to this sort of thing right away and then start to develop a craving for it."

"I-I'm not a sissy," I said unconvincingly.

"I can spot a sissy a mile away and believe me, YOU'RE a sissy if ever there was one.

"Now spread your legs for me...wider Chrissey...that's better...Mr. Dildo's going to fill you up and make you feel all better," she said soothingly.

She rubbed the bulbous tip of the rubber phallus against my anus, searching for my hole. With her free hand, she pulled my cheeks apart and gently but firmly pushed the dildo into my pouting rectum. I squealed like a girl and kicked my feet in response to this rubber invasion but Ms. Johnson kept a steady pressure until the larger head had slid past my sphincter. I felt like I was being split in two and I sobbed in pain and shame.

"This is what all sissies need," she assured me as she patted me on my rump while she allowed me to become accustomed to the fat dildo.

I moaned and shifted over my wet diaper, flexing and unflexing my cheeks to try and repel the rubber nozzle but my efforts were futile. After a moment, she pushed the dildo all the way in and then eased it part way out but just when I started to believe she was going to remove it, she slid it back in until it bottomed out. Another girlish moan escaped my lips and she started a slow and gentle rhythm, pumping the warm, slippery dildo in and out of my anus until I felt my little pee pee start to become erect. Quite unexpectantly, I found myself starting to relish the feeling of the fullness and the stimulation I was receiving. I relaxed and felt myself getting closer and closer to orgasm when she suddenly stopped abruptly.

"Okay sissy, that's enough pleasure for you today. Time for us to get down to business."

Before I could think what that meant, I heard her release the clip on the enema hose and felt a strong rush of warm water enter my bowels. I moaned again but this time it was from helplessness, not pleasure. The soapy water gurgled into my rectum and again I tried to squeeze my butt muscles to stop the flow and again it had no effect. At the first onset of cramps, Ms. Johnson shut off the valve and resumed slowly pumping me again with the dildo nozzle. My insides were churning too much by now to really appreciate it and before long, she released the clip again, allowing the water to flow freely. Bunching my fists, I shook them impotently, frustrated at my inabililty to stop what was being done to me.

After about a minute, she cut off the flow and again began sliding the dildo in and out of me. I felt sure that I couldn't take any more water and I pleaded with her to release me.

"Ma'am, please, please may I get up now? I promise to be good...Please?" I begged her.

Instead of answering me, she brought a big pink pacifier down to my face, searching for my lips and then pushing it into my mouth, effectively ending the conversation.

"Oh, I know you'll be good," she said smugly, "but first you're going to take all of this enema whether you like it or not."

I sucked desperately on the pacifier as she released the clip again, the warm water surging into me without restraint. I had never felt so sissyish, or helpless, in my life. My insides felt like they were ready to burst and I couldn't get comfortable. All I could think about was getting that big fat dildo out of my butthole and releasing the tremendous pressure. The enema continued without respite and eventually, beads of sweat appeared on my forehead. Gasping from the pressure, the pacifier dropped out of my mouth and I sobbed like a sissy.

"I want my mommy--I want my mommy," I whimpered pathetically.

"Feeling a little full, baby?" she taunted me.

"Yes, Ms. Johnson, please let me up, PLEASE," I blubbered.

"I like my babies to get a very thorough cleaning, it does them wonders," she gushed, "don't worry, you can still take some more."

"Mommy, I want my mommy!" I repeated.

At long last, the sound of the last bubbles dissappearing into my bowels could be heard and after what seemed like an eternity, Ms. Johnson slowly extracted the dildo nozzle.

"I better not see one drop on the floor Chrissey or you'll find out first hand, just how much my paddle stings," she warned me.

I rose up with difficulty, my entire being focused on the huge volume of water forced into me. My tummy was distended and I felt like I was holding back Niagara Falls. Without waiting, I limped off to the bathroom to disgorge my enema.

Twenty minutes later, I came out of the bathroom, wearing just my tennis shoes and a towel around my waist for some measure of modesty.

"Chrissey, I'm in here," I heard Ms. Johnson call to me from down the hallway.

Apprehensively, I made my way down looking in each room until I reached the last one. Soft light filled the room and I looked in to see a baby's nursery lavishly appointed with pink curtains and wallpaper. A large crib was in one corner and a pink dresser stood near a plastic lined changing pad. Dresses and other little girl's outfits filled the open closet but what caught my eye was a menacing looking oak paddle hanging on the wall, ready for use. Six holes were drilled in it's face and I shuddered at the thought of being its victim.

Ms. Johnson beckoned me to come in and she patted the changing table for me to sit on it. It was at that moment, that I noticed another girl in the room. She looked to be a couple years older than me, pretty, and I could tell right off she wasn't wearing a diaper. I hesitated before sitting down.

I couldn't allow this woman to put me in a diaper, especially in front of this girl.

"Chrissey, this is Susan. I'm also taking care of her today," Ms. Johnson said. I noticed she didn't use the term "babysit," which I was sure she wouldn't hesitate to apply to me.

Nervously, I stalled as I shifted my feet, but Ms. Johnson reached over and snatched the towel from around me and threw it in the corner.

I gasped in shock and quickly covered my privates, looking at the door for escape.

"It's diaper time, Chrissey, and you won't be needing that towel anymore," she said simply, making me blush profusely.

Susan giggled and Ms. Johnson pulled me down onto the table where a thick, fluffy white diaper lay.

"There are no secrets in this house," she said as began powdering me generously, "and a big sissy like you should be in diapers around the clock, so don't be surprised if some other people find out about your wetting habits."

I turned beet red and whimpered in embarrassment.

She pulled the soft cloth between my legs and pinned them up on either side snugly. These were much bulkier than the ones my mom put me in and softer too. The fleecy folds caressed my pee pee and hugged my bottom pleasingly.

My briefly enjoyable discovery was cut short as she shook out a pair of pink, nursery print plastic panties before me.

"Oh no!" I cried, "don't you have any white ones?"

"This is what you'll wear," she said brusequely as she held them open by the legs holes and forced them up my relcaltrant legs. I kicked defiantly but she pulled them up to my thighs anyway. The diapers were so thick that she had to struggle with them a bit to get the shiny plastic panties to fit around their tremendous bulk. After tucking in a few bits of cloth that were outside the panties, she sprinkled some baby powder on my inner thighs. All the while, Susan was watching intently and beaming at me, obviously enjoying my predicament. My cheeks were hot with shame as I sat up in my new underwear.

Going to the dresser, Ms. Johnson pulled out a Care Bears t-shirt that was decorated with pink flowers and removing my own shirt, replaced it with the new one. I felt like a total sissy baby as she plopped another big pink pacifier in my mouth and passed it's loop behind my head. Glancing at the mirror on the far wall, I blushed at my appearance as a thickly diapered toddler girl.

"There," she said as she slapped my padded and pantied bottom, "run along now and try to stay out of trouble."

I sniffled in shame as I waddled out of the room. Because of the powder between my legs, the thick diapers swished smoothly as I moved but the bulk was still very much apparent.

I went into the den and started looking around at books and things, trying to get used to my babyish condition. I was lost in thought when I heard Susan's voice behind me.

"What are you doing Chrissey?" she asked pleasantly enough.

"Don't call me Chrissey, my name's Chris," I insisted petulantly.

"You look very cute in your baby clothes, Chrissey," she said, deliberately ignoring my remark.

I wasn't used to pretty girls giving me attention so I decided not to be too particular about the name. In addition, I welcomed her admiration, even if if was due to my sissy clothes.

"I don't normally wear diapers," I tried to tell her, "I just had a little accident today, that's all."

"Really? You could've fooled me. You look like you've been wearing diapers all your life," she said to contradict me.

I didn't like the way the conversation had turned and I couldn't help blushing.

"Your face is getting red," she said pointedly, "its because its true isn't it?"

Despite my best efforts, my face only grew redder.

"No! I don't wear diapers!" I lied, "she only made me!"

"I'll bet you're a sissy bedwetter and I'll bet you'd wet your pants too if your mommy ever let you out of your diapers during the day," she said taunting me further.

I was angry at her assumptions, partly becuase they were so close to the truth.

"I do not!" I denied hotly, "I don't wear diapers during the day!"

"Well you are now, sissy baby. And looks like you'll be wearing them from now on," she said with a smug smile.

I realized it was difficult to argue while I was dressed in a Care Bears shirt and a thick diaper and plastic panties so obviously displayed.

"Have you wet your diapers yet? We don't want our little baby to get diaper rash," she teased me.

"Stop it! Leave me alone," I pouted.

"I better check you to make sure," she said as she reached over to put a finger down the front of my diaper.

I pushed her away roughly but she twisted my arm with surprising strength. All I could do was flail around and I managed to scratch her forearm enough to make her cry out.

"You little sissy, you're gonna get it now," she spat viciously.

Before I could make a reply, she had spun on her heel and left the room. I fidgeted nervously wondering what she had in mind and part of me feared a spanking from Ms. Johnson. I started formulating some kind of defensive argument in case that were to happen but I didn't have long to wait.

Ms. Johnson came down the hall, her high heels clicking on the floor and the fearsome paddle in her hand. I gulped in fear, terrified of getting a spanking at her hands. Susan was close behind her and she stood next to her holding her arm as Ms. Johnson glared down at me.

"Chrissey, Susan tells me you scratched her on the arm, is that true?"

I bit my lip nervously as I eyed the paddle she held in her slender manicured hand.

"Um...she started it," I blurted out defensively.

"I don't care who started it young man, around here, you will learn to behave yourself," she said as she pulled a straight backed chair out into the middle of the room. As she sat down, she pulled me over to her and started tugging my plastic panties down.

"Please...please don't spank me Ms. Johnson," I pleaded, "I promise to behave-honest!"

"Oh you'll behave all right," she said as she pulled my panties down below my knees, "but first you're going to become better aquainted with my paddle."

I quailed in fear at the determination in her beautiful, dark eyes and she yanked me over her skirted lap, removing the pins from my diapers in short order.

"No...please, please don't spank me!" I wailed piteously. Tears started streaming down my cheeks while I felt my diaper being pulled back and the cool air hit my naked fanny. Susan had moved around to sit in front of me and I saw the smug smile return to her face in anticipation af what was about to happen.

"Chrissey, I want you to think about what you've done. Maybe this'll teach you a lesson."

The first impact of the paddle seared itself on my virgin bottom with a loud and crisp SMACKK!!

My eyes went wide and I bolted upright but Ms. Johnson held me firmly in place over her lap.

CRACKK!! SMACKK!! SMACKK!!

The oaken paddle rained down upon my poor defenseless bottom, with harsh, angry slaps. I immediately burst into real tears and began bawling like a baby, kicking my feet and shaking my bunched fists.

SMACKK!! THWACKK!! SMACKK!!

My bottom quickly turned a bright shade of red as Ms. Johnson spanked every inch of it. When she had turned the center of my buns into a blazing inferno, she smacked the sides, making them look like two glowing apples. I wailed and flailed as the tears streamed down my face, perched helplessly over her long, smooth legs and high heels. Each new slap of the wood paddle brought with it a blistering sting and fresh tears. Now that the sides of my fanny were on fire, she returned her attention to the center, applying fierce, punishing swats until my cheeks became a reddish-purple.

At last, the painful spanking was over. I lay over her lap, my pink plastic panties in a tangle about my ankles and my face wet with tears. I bawled uncontrollably but she refused to let me up.

"Chrissey, are you going to be good little boy around here now?" she asked, the paddle still raised over my punished bottom.

"Y-y-yes," I wailed through my sobs.

SMACKK!!!

Once again, her avenging paddle crashed down on my derriere.

I cried out anew, blubbering like a toddler.

"Are you ready to say you're sorry to Susan?" she asked.

"Y-yes!" I bawled. I tried to catch my breath which was coming in heaving gasps. My buns felt like a red hot frypan was being pressed against them.

"I-I'm s-sorry I scratched you S-Susan," I stammered ashamedly.

"Well," she replied smugly, "looks like you know who's boss around here now."

I continued crying as Ms. Johnson pulled the thick cloth of my diaper back up between my legs and over my stinging fanny, pinning it securely in place. This only served to contain the heat on my bottom and I squirmed in discomfort. Ignoring my sissyish whimpering, Ms. Johnson stood me up and pulled my nursery print plastic panties up my legs, struggling to get it over my bulging diapers. I was granted a generous view of her magnificent breasts, stretching her sheer blouse tight and revealing a white lacey bra underneath. Seeing me crying like a baby, she plopped my pacifier back in my mouth and I sucked on it obediently. For some reason, it felt strangely comforting and natural but it was plain that she felt absolutely no sympathy for this little boy.

"I think it's time for our baby's naptime," she said as she stood up and looked down at me with her hands on her hips.

At this point, I was hardly in a position to argue with her so I followed her into the kitchen where she put a baby bottle filled with milk into the microwave. I shuffled in my shoes and rubbed my still blazing bottom through the thick padding of my diapers and plastic panties. After the oven dinged that it was finished, Ms. Johnson led me down to the nursery while she discussed with Susan what they would do the rest of the afternoon. I was extremely frustrated that they were going to be having a good time while all I had to look forward to was a baby bottle and a boring nap in a crib.

Once in the nursery, I pouted while Ms. Johnson busied herself untying my shoes and lowering the rail so I could get in. When she pulled back the colorful pink and white baby blankets, I saw waiting for me, a vinyl waterproof sheet, decorated with nursery characters. Still sniffling, I got in while my pacifier was replaced with the baby bottle.

"Make sure you finish all that," she admonished me as she pulled up the blankets to my chin. With a solid click, she raised the crib rails, warning me that if she caught me out of bed, I could count on another paddling. Susan smiled down at me as she handed me a stuffed dolly and made sure I accepted it.

"See you at your changing time," she said tauntingly.

As they walked out, they left the door open, making sure I wouldn't have any notice should they decide to come in unexpectantly.

As I slowly drained the milk, my eyes wandered over the furnishings in the nursery and I wondered about my new life here. I felt like I was four again, not twelve and about to become a teenager. It had taken me a lot longer than most kids to graduate from sleeping in a crib and wearing diapers during the daytime. Even after that big step, it was many years before I could go without wearing a thick set of diapers and plastic pants when I went to bed. Maybe I really was a baby and a sissy deep down like everyone said.

Suddenly and without warning, I felt my diaper growing wet and warm. I realized to my dismay, that I seemed to have lost my daytime control again as I wet myself like a toddler.

Oh well, looks like I better get used to wearing diapers during the day again, after all, I thought.

I grew a little tired and slowly drifted off to the soft slumber of sissy sleep.

　

I slept restlessly and finally awoke to the sounds of laughter from out in the living room. Obviously, Susan was having a good time with Ms. Johnson and was enjoying quite a different relationship than my own.

To my surprise and dismay, I felt a soggy mass of cotton embracing my loins, securely encased by my crinkly plastic panties. I must have thoroughly soaked my diapers during my nap and I could only imagine how Ms. Johnson would react. As I lay on the vinyl covered mattress, it crackled and creaked with each movement. I could feel that even the thick seat of my diapered bottom was completely saturated and it clung miserably to my cheeks, a constant reminder of my infantile lack of self control.

As I pondered my bleak situation, I heard more laughing outside the room, this time approaching the door. Ms. Johnson strode through with Susan behind her and without delay, she came in and unlatched the side of the crib. Wordlessly she pulled down the baby blankets and squeezed the front of my diapers.

"Did he wet his diapers?" Susan asked bluntly.

"They're soaked,'' Ms. Johnson replied, a look of stern disapproval darkening her features, "you really are nothing but a big baby, aren't you?"

I squirmed uncomfortably and blushed in embarrassment.

"Looks like I'd better get you changed,'' she said with resignation. Taking me by the hand, she guided me over to the changing table, where the diapering supplies were arranged. I sat down with a wet squish and Ms. Johnson proceeded to peel my plastic panties down that clung to the pee soaked cloth. I bit my lip anxiously as she unpinned my diapers and pulled them out from under me, leaving me damp and bare below the waist.

"You sure have a small wee-wee,'' Susan remarked.

I blushed again and tried to look the other way while Ms. Johnson began wiping my diaper area with several baby wipes. Reaching under the table, she pulled out two very thick cotton diapers, with sewn in soaker pads in the middle. Lifting my ankles, she slid them under my rump that was still pink from my spanking earlier.

"Do you hafta make them so thick?'' I complained.

"A big baby like you needs a big diaper,'' she said simply, as she shook powder over my crotch, ''maybe if you'd act your age, I wouldn't have to put you in diapers. Ever think about that?'' she quipped.

I looked over at Susan who was nodding with a big smirk on her face.

I said nothing as Ms. Johnson pulled the bulky cloth up between my legs and began pinning the ends together.

"Susan, would you mind picking out a pair of plastic panties for Chrissey?''

"Sure thing,'' she replied eagerly.

I was mortified to have Susan standing there staring at me as I got my diapers changed so I welcomed anything that would make her leave, even if only for a moment. I realized belatedly how misplaced my relief was when she came back, displaying the panties before her by as she stretched them by their elastic waistband. They were a pale pink color with yellow flowers and bunnies and soft white ruffles around the leg openings and waist.

I cringed as she held them up for Ms. Johnson to see. She looked at them, and then me, as if she were determining whether they were appropriate or not.

"I think those will be just fine,'' she said as she gathered the leg openings together. Seeing that she was about to slip them over my feet, I kicked to try and resist her.

"I don't want to wear those-they're for girls!'' I squealed in protest.

"These're perfect for a big sissy like you,'' Ms. Johnson insisted sternly, ''but maybe you need another session with the paddle.''

"No-no!'' I hastened to say quickly.

Ms. Johnson proceeded to pull the gathered plastic panties over my feet and up my legs to the top of my thighs. I pouted helplessly as she tugged them effortlessly up and over the bulky cloth of my diapers. Running her long manicured nails around the elastic waistband, she pulled them all the way around to cover the diaper completely. I whimpered meekly as her big breasts swung provacatively before me, pressed tightly against her white, semi-transparent blouse. She shook the baby powder between my legs to make the contact between my thighs and the vinyl panties silky smooth.

"There you go Chrissey,'' she said as she let me up, "all diapered and ready to go."

As I rose to get up, I was acutely aware of the soft bulk between my legs that forced me to waddle out of the nursery like a toddler. How had I allowed myself to slip down to this level of sissyhood? I walked down the hall but I couldn't escape my feelings of babyishness. Wearing a soft Care Bears shirt and a fat diaper that made me look like a toddler girl, I felt like a total sissy. Would I ever be able to wear regular underwear again?

My thoughts were interrupted by Susan who had come out to find me.

"Hey, why don't you come down to my room and we'll have some fun?" she offered in a friendly manner.

I was still attracted to her, even if she had been cruel and I was eager to get on her good side so I followed her to one of the house's bedrooms down the hall.

"What are we going to do?" I asked curiously.

"You'll see," was all she would say.

We went into her room which was very feminine in its decor and she sat me down on her vanity stool, taking care to face me away from the mirror. Taking a large hairbrush, she began brushing my longish hair which I found very relaxing, the first time I'd felt that way since my arrival at this house. I couldn't see what she was doing but I felt her pull my hair tightly on either side and secure it with something out of my view. She hummed as she dug through a box of something behind me until she came back to me with a small make up brush. Before I could do anything, she brushed some pink blush on my cheeks.

"Hey! What're you doing?" I demanded.

"Don't worry, Chrissey," she said as she held my outstretched hands down, "you'll look really cute when I'm finished."

"I don't want to wear makeup!" I protested.

"Didn't you ever play house when you were little?" she asked, "That's all we're doing now. And don't worry, no one's going to see you. Besides, I think you look so cute like this."

Something inside told me she wasn't being honest with me but I really wanted her to like me so I reluctantly acquiesed. She unrolled a stick of bubble gum pink lipstick and carefully applied it to my lips, telling me I had such cute 'kissy-lips.' As a last touch, she gave me several sprays of perfume which made me cringe.

"Come on, I've got one more thing to make you complete," she said as she tugged me off the stool by my wrist. As we went out the door, I caught a look at myself in her vanity mirror. My hair was now in two pigtails, held in place by two big pink floppy bows which matched my pouty lips. I blushed profusely as I staggered down the hall behind Susan. We went back into the nursery where she sat me down on the changing pad. Going to the dresser, she chose a pair of white and pink anklets, very lacey and babyish, and put them on my feet. In the closet, she found some black patent leather mary jane shoes that she wasted no time securing to my feet.

"There," she said, "now let's take a look at you."

Helping me up off the changing pad, she stood me up and stepped back to look at me.

I felt completely sissyish, my hair in pigtails, bright pink lipstick on my lips, my sissy Care Bears shirt that snapped up the sides and barely reached down to the thick bulging diaper that was wrapped in my pink nursery print plastic panties. The final touch was the ruffled anklets and mary jane shoes.

"Well, well, well," Ms. Johnson said as she stood in the doorway, "aren't you the little sissy."

I blushed red as I tried to come up with an excuse for my appearance.

Susan giggled as Ms. Johnson came over and took my hand.

"Why don't you come out to the living room Sweety-pie, there's someone here to see you," she said craftily.

I cringed in fear as I wondered who it could be. It really didn't matter because I was terrified at the prospect of anyone seeing me like this.

I waddled out behind her helplessly and into the living room with Susan behind me.

"Mrs. Brooks, your son is all ready for you now," she said as she pulled me out in front of her.

I blushed a hot beet red as I looked to see my mother's mouth drop in shock and then try to suppress a giggle. I was practically swooning with embarrassment and without warning, the front of my diapers suddenly grew wet and warm. I bit my lip and fidgeted but it was too late, now everyone would see why I needed diapers during the daytime.

"Chrissey! You look so darling in your little outfit. I had no idea about this side of you," she exclaimed.

"Yes," Ms. Johnson explained, "I just walked in on them, it looks like he was playing dress-up with Susan here."

"And don't let him tell you any different, Mrs. Brooks," Susan chimed in, "he loves dressing up like a baby."

I was about to burst out with a long and spirited defence but Ms. Johnson, sensing my aggitation, quickly stuffed a big pink pacifier into my mouth, holding it in place while I meakly whimpered.

"Well, I guess I always knew he was something of a sissy, I just never really faced up to it," my Mom admitted.

"The fact is, your little boy is still just an overgrown baby. He hasn't been able to keep his diapers dry since you dropped him off this morning," Ms. Johnson informed her.

My Mom shook her head in dismay and she reached down to slip a finger into the front of my diapers to check me.

"You're right about that, he's wet again," she remarked disappointedly.

"That was quick," Ms. Johnson replied, "I just changed him not fifteen minutes ago."

"Well it looks like I'll be throwing out all his old underwear when we get home," my mom said tiredly, "It's diapers and plastic panties from now on, for you, Young Man," she told me sternly.

I quivered and wilted under her penetrating gaze as I stood there helplessly.

"And if you like to play with girl's make-up so much, we can just get you your own. I'll just throw out your boy's clothing that you obviously have no interest in and replace them with something a little more appropriate."

I shook my head vehemently but my mom just ignored me.

"Come along you little sissy," she said as she slapped the wet seat of my diapers, "we'll stop by the mall on the way home. Hope you don't mind going out in public like that because thats exactly how you're going. And I don't want to hear one word out of you about your wet diapers. I didn't bring over a diaper bag so we can just change you when we get home. Looks like you're going to become very familiar with the feeling of soggy pampers, won't you?"

Tears of humiliation trickled down my cheek as she scolded me in front of the others.

"Did he give you any trouble today?" she asked Ms. Johnson.

"Yes, but we got it all sorted out with the paddle. I think you may find his bottom's still a little pink when you go and change him," she replied with a smile.

"Good, he was due for a hard spanking anyway," my mom told her, "and I think you can count on that little sissy bottom being paddled a lot more frequently since you insist on acting like such a baby, Chrissie."

"If you need to pick up any baby wear, I can give you the address a for a shop here in town that caters to 'bigger' babies," Ms. Johnson offered, "and you'll find they have a huge selection of diapers, plastic panties and other hard to find items that will fit his size perfectly."

"That would be wonderful, you are so helpful, what would I do without your services? Yes, we'll need to stock up on plenty of diapers, I'd like to pick up some cute baby panties too-I love the plastic panties you've got him in now-they're so appropriate for a sissy who can't keep his pants dry."

"Thank you Mrs. Brooks, I picked those out for him," Susan told her.

"Well you seem like a very smart young lady. Perhaps you wouldn't mind coming over to babysit for me sometime?"

"That would be great!" she exclaimed, "I've taken care of lots of babies and this one's such a weakling, it'd be a cinch."

"Excellent. Here is my number and address, please call me tonight and we can set up a schedule.

"And now my little Pamper Princess, it's time to go shopping," she told me firmly.

I should have spit out my pacifier and ripped off the sissy Care Bears shirt I was wearing but instead, I just sucked away, knowing I was about to be humiliated like never before in my life. As I pouted and contemplated my imminent exposure, I felt another trickle of pee seeping into my diapers.

"Say goodbye to Ms. Johnson, Chrissie, and thank her for all her hospitality," my mom ordered me.

I thought back on the long soapy enema and the harsh spanking she'd given me and I just stood there.

My mom's arm swooped down and slapped my diapered bottom with a thud.

"Chrissey! Don't be rude!" she admonished me as she popped my pacifier from my lips.

"Th-thank you, Ms.-Ms. Johnson," I stammered.

"Say; 'thank you for recognizing what a big sissy I am,'" she instructed me.

"No Mommy!" I pleaded piteously.

"Looks like I'll be using the paddle a lot sooner than I anticipated," she said as she crossed her arms and waited for me.

Biting my lip, I stared at the floor.

"Tha-thank you for recognizing what a big sissy I am," I quivered.

"Don't you worry my little one," Ms. Johnson replied as she chucked my chin, "I'm sure you'll be a lot happier in your diapers and dresses than those nasty boy clothes."

A tear of embarrassment formed in my eye and I looked away.

"Well, we better get going, we've got a lot of shopping to do. Thank you both again. We'll be seeing you soon, I'm sure," my mom said as we walked out.

They said their goodbyes and we got back in the car where I sat in my seat with a wet squish. I silently prayed that my plastic panties wouldn't leak. That would be all the excuse my mom would need to blister my bottom when we got home.

We drove for about a half an hour until we pulled up in front of a small shop titled, "Mommy's Fashions."

It was only with considerable persuasion that my mom convinced me to step out of the car and walk in. Upon entering, I could see little girl's dresses hanging everywhere and a vast array of baby furniture and toys.

An attractive lady came up to greet us and after looking me up and down, and then up and down again, she beamed and bent over to greet me. I couldn't help but notice the line of cleavage that disappeared down the front of her top which was generously filled with her breasts.

"Well hello there," she said pleasantly, "and what's your name?"

All I could do was blush and look away.

"He's a little bashful but his name is Chrissey," my mom said for me.

"Well Chrissey, don't you look cute today," the lady offered.

I looked back into her pretty eyes but I didn't know what to say. In the brief interlude of silence, my bladder decided to let go and the distinct sound of my diapers being peed into was unmistakable. As both of them focused on me, I turned bright red with shame. The lady giggled and smiled down at me, "It's good your mommy has you securely diapered Chrissey, it sounds to me like this little girl is going to need a change," she observed in her syrupy voice.

"Yes, perhaps you can show us some diapers in his size," my mom asked, "I'm afraid I'll be needing to stock up."

"Of course! Come right this way," she said as she made her way down the aisle.

"Now we have several styles in his size, but these are my favorite," she said as she held up a large thick rectangle of cloth, "these are called 'Soakers' by Bedwetters. They were designed for little boys who can't keep their beds dry at night," she chuckled, "very thick and absorbant so he can go all night without a change. I recommend using two to three, depending on how much of a wetter your little one is."

"Oh he's a regular fountain, aren't you Chrissey," she prodded me.

"Well then, you should probably triple diaper him. Notice the extra thick padding down the center and this cotton is so bunny soft, he'll be comfortable wearing them 24 hours a day," she assured my mom.

"That's good because that's exactly how long he'll be wearing them. All his old underwear are going straight to the trash when we get home."

"And you'll need some plastic panties to go with those," she said as my mom filled a shopping cart with stacks of the diapers, "we have plain white of course but from the looks of things, maybe you'd like something a little more... feminine?"

"Absolutely," my mom replied firmly, "have you got any rhumba panties in his size?"

"Oh yes! Take a look at these," she said holding up a pair of pink ruffled panties, "soft plastic inside, and silky fabric outside, with three rows of ruffles across the bottom. These will easily fit over the triple diapers he'll be wearing."

"Those are SO cute!" my mom exclaimed.

"And these are also nice," the lady said as she held up a pair of white nursery print panties, their legs and waistband adorned with pink, fuzzy ruffles.

"Perfect for a big sissy in diapers," my mom agreed.

Together, they picked out about twenty pairs of plastic panties in all colors and styles. When that had been moved up to the register, they returned to the dress section.

"Since I discovered my son wanted to be a sissy, I thought some babyish dresses would be more appropriate," she explained to the lady.

"I have just the thing-now how low would you like the hemline? I have some that would go to about his knees or I have higher..." the lady said.

""Do you have any that will show off his diapers? I want them on display for everyone to see," my mom told her, "After all, we wouldn't want to hide those pretty panties. now would we?"

"I couldn't agree more," the attractive lady concurred, "Now this dress has a very short hemline," she said holding it up against me, "his diapers will be exposed at all times."

"Isn't that one cute," my mom remarked admiringly.

"See the extra stitching that went into this one, plenty of lace and frills for even the most demanding sissy."

"Oh can he try it on now?" my mom asked breathlessly.

"Of course! I'm sure he'll look just darling in it."

Putting it over my head, I reluctantly held my arms up and let her fasten it up behind me.

"Notice that all of our dresses button up the back-that's to make sure that mommie's little sugar plum can't remove it himself."

"Excellent. Yes that definately suits him," my mom said as she took in the full effect on me, "turn around Chrissey, let's see how you look in back."

I pouted but twirled around and could tell that the flouncy lace hem was right at my waistline, showing off my fat diapers completely.

"Would you mind if he wore this home?" my mom asked, "it's just the most precious thing I've ever seen."

"Not at all, let me just remove the price tag," she said as she snipped it off from the neckline.

My mom and the sales lady spent another half hour picking out dresses before they were finally finished and were ready to check out. By now, my diapers were completely soaked and I was anxious for a change so I tugged on my mom's sleeve tentatively.

"Mom, my-"

"From now on, I want you to call me Mommie. Is that understood?" she informed me.

"Yes Mommie," I corrected myself, "um...my um, diapers are um, kinda wet. Do you think I could get changed now?"

Without answering, she reached down and squeezed the now soggy seat of my diapers, realizing that they were soaked.

"Nope. You can just get used to the feeling of being wet. You wanted to act like a baby and now you're going to get the chance to feel what it's like to be one," she said very matter of factly.

"Don't worry little sissy," the lady said as she pouted her lips at me in mock sympathy, "everything's going to work out just fine." With that, she popped my pacifier between my quivering lips as I started to cry.

Tears streamed down my cheeks and I sniffled at how unfair life was.

"You know," she said as she looked down at me, "it looks like his diapers are starting to sag a bit. If you'd like, we can slip on a pair of these rhumba panties. They'll help keep up his diapers and he'll also get to feel the wet cloth, closer to his skin."

"Excellent idea," my mom agreed as she finished writing out the check.

The pretty sales lady came around with a pair of the pink ruffled rhumba panties and held them down and open for me to step into.

"Here you go Sissykins, pretty panties for a pretty little boy."

I sniffed and wiped my hand across my tear stained face as I lifted my foot to put it through the leg hole she was holding open. After one mary jane and then the other, she slid the satiny panties up my thighs and then tugged them into place over my bulging diapers.

"Isn't that just the cutest thing!" she remarked admiringly.

I wanted to crawl under a rock and die.

"Don't cry little baby, every sissy loves to wear special panties," she cooed to me. She seemed to take special pleasure in teasing me.

My mom reached down and tugged all around at the waistband, ensuring the panty covered the diaper completely which had the additional effect of pressing the soaked cloth up against my skin. By now, the pee had seeped up the seat and even around the sides but still there were no leaks in evidence. This was one thirsty diaper!

My mom thanked the lady for all her help and gave me two large bags to carry out to the car which were combined with the two she was carrying for a lot of baby supplies. I cringed at the thought of having to wear all these infant clothes, day after day, and being exposed to the neighborhood as a total sissy.

As I waited for my mom to open the door, a pair of teenage girls walked by and stopped to stare at me, their initial shock being replaced with barely concealed giggles. I blushed again and dove in the car as soon as the door was opened, facing down to try and ignore them while my mom got in on the other side. As we pulled out of the parking space, I looked up to see them waving bye-bye to me, like they would a little baby.

"Looks like you found some friends, Chrissey," my mom remarked sarcastically.

With my pacifier in my mouth, I remained silent with the exception of my sniffling and whimpering.

"Well, it's getting late and you've got an early bedtime now. I guess we'd better head home," she told me.

It was getting dark by the time we pulled up into our driveway which was fine by me. I hoped the cover of darkness would hide my appearance from the neighbors while I went from the car into the house. I expected my mom to grab the bags of clothing she'd bought but instead, she took her luggage from earlier and left the door open.

"Chrissie, take those bags to your room and then come back out here and get the others as well."

"Yes Mommy," I replied sullenly.

I hurried to get inside where I put the bags in my bedroom and then went to the window to see if anyone was outside that might see me as I went back out to the car. It looked like the coast was clear so I rushed out and yanked the door open, grabbing the last two bags and then spinning around to go back inside. In my haste, I tripped and the bags fell out of my hand, spilling their contents all over the lawn. A young woman, who happened to be walking by at that moment saw me, and came over to try and help me.

"Let me help you, Honey," she said as she bent down to gather the fallen items. I hadn't seen her when I walked out and now I was crushed with shame as she picked up each of my plastic panties and with great care, stacked them neatly into a pile.

"You're a little old to still be wearing diapers, aren't you?" she asked.

"Y-yes," I stammered as my face grew red and flushed.

She looked at me with an odd look on her face as she tried to understand why I was dressed the way I was.

"You don't actually wet your diapers do you?" she asked pointedly.

With my soaking wet diapers clinging close to my loins, I was hard pressed to try to deny the truth.

"I-uh...um, well I-" I stuttered.

Without waiting for an answer, she reached over and squeezed my rhumba pantied bottom, quickly feeling the saturated cloth contained inside.

"Oh my! You ARE wet! You better have your mommy change you, Little Sissy-boy," she insisted.

"Um...I will," I stammered as I quickly grabbed the panties in front of her and stuffed them into the bag. With all haste, I stood up and ran inside leaving the shocked woman on the lawn.

　

　

　

When I got to my bedroom, my mom was filling a large garbage bag with my old clothes, clearing the dresser and closet to make room for my new wardrobe. As I saw my jeans and shirts disappearing into the trash bag, I burst into fresh tears, stamping my feet on the floor in frustration.

"Mom!" I cried, "do you really have to do that?" I pleaded, "can't I just keep some of them?"

"Chrissie, YOU are the one who has been acting like a baby, wetting you pants and your bed like a little toddler. And then today I come over to pick you up and I catch you playing dress up like a little girl!" she said vehemently.

"B-but, those two made me dress like that!" I insisted.

"Hmph! That I doubt. Remember last year, when I caught you going through your cousin's panty drawer? Who was forcing you then, hm?

"No, I think you're just embarrassed that you got caught this time. Only this time, I'm going to indulge your little sissy desires. You're going to carry these clothes straight out to the trash and I don't want to hear another word out of you. Is that understood?" she said sternly.

""But Mom!-"

"That's it!" she barked, "I've already told you once you are to address me as Mommy but you've obviously forgotten," she said as she sat down on the bed and reached for the paddle. "Maybe this will help reinforce your memory. And next time when I tell you to do something, you'd better do it without argument."

She yanked me over to her by my wrist and began tugging my rhumba panties down my thighs and past my knees. I blubbered and stomped my feet as she angrily peeled my plastic panties down as well, lowering them down to my ankles.

"No Mommy!" I begged her belatedly, "please don't spank me! Please!"

Ignoring my protests, she hauled me over her lap and began unpinning my wet diapers, the smell of urine filling the room.

Tears of shame spilled down my face as I saw her reach for the paddle, my damp bottom now fully exposed.

"Chrissey, this is what happens to diaper wetting sissies that don't mind their mommies in this house," she said tersely.

SMACK!!!

With a harsh slap of the paddle, she landed it squarely in the middle of my tender and still pink rump. I shrieked in pain and kicked mightily but my panties restricted my efforts.

SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!!

In quick succession, the paddle rained down on my fanny with stinging ferocity. I bawled and wailed, the tears streaming down my face as she spanked my blushing cheeks into a hot, cherry red.

SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!

As I sobbed and cried, I knew my days as a budding teenage boy were over. Never again would I argue about having to wear diapers and sissy clothes. Besides that, deep down, I suspected that what she was saying was true. I really was a big sissy, I'd just never admitted it to myself. Maybe she was right, that diapers and plastic panties really were more appropriate for me to wear than my old pee-stained undies. I guess some boys were destined to grow up and some, like me, were destined to be sissies that never outgrow their diapers.

Of course, all these thoughts made little difference as my mom continued to paddle me for the next several minutes. When she finally stopped, I lay over her lap completely defeated, sobbing and ready to be compliant. She stood me up and then took me in her arms, giving me a loving hug to say that all was forgiven.

"There, there Chrissey, everything's going to be okay," she cooed to me as she stroked my back, "Shush little baby, Mommy loves you."

She kissed me on my tear stained cheek and then laid me down on the bed where she began cleaning my diaper area with baby wipes. While I continued to cry, she eased my pacifier in between my quivering lips which provided some measure of solace for me. She also gave me my old teddy bear and put it under my arm, urging me to hold him close for comfort. With several good shakes of the baby powder, she smoothed the sweetly scented powder over my bright red bottom and wee-wee area lovingly, before taking three of the new diapers and sliding them under my stinging fanny.

"These are SO soft," my mom commented, "I'm sure your just going to love wearing and wetting them."

Pulling the bulky thick mass of cotton between my legs, she pulled the corners up against my waist where she snicked them closed with the oversized diaper pins. I had to admit that they were extremely soft and comfortable and they caressed my wee-wee gently even as they pushed my legs apart with their bulk.

"Let's see, which baby panties to wear..." my mom mused as she sifted through the plastic panties, "How about these?"

She held up a white pair of satiny rhumba panties with a pink lamb stenciled on the front. On the back were three rows of sassy ruffles, edged with pink lace.

"This should keep my little sissy happy," she said as she slid them up my legs. I lifted my bottom to help her as she pulled them over the triple thick diapers. When she had finished, she ran her fingers around the elastic leg and waistbands, making sure the diaper was completely sealed. Standing me up, she re-arranged my dress and patted me on the thick seat of my pantied fanny.

"There. That should take care of you until bedtime," she said satisfied.

"Now I want you to hang up all your dresses and put away your new panties. The diapers you can stack here next to the bed-I'll go out and buy you a changing table tomorrow."

I was still sniffling as I went to do her bidding. The heat from my blazing bottom was sealed within the thick folds of my diapers and plastic panties and it stung painfully. I had to be especially careful when I bent over and as I rubbed the smooth, satiny surface of the back of my panties, I resolved never to question my mommy again.

I managed to fill the top two drawers of my dresser with the new panties and I put some of the other clothes, like the diaper shirts and rompers, into the two bottom drawers. My closet was soon filled with a vast assortment of party dresses, petticoats, sissy sailor suits and nighties. When I had finished, my mom called me into the kitchen for dinner which proceeded, more or less, normally. I was told do the dishes and my mom made me wear a frilly apron to protect my dress while I worked. Just as I was drying the last one, she came in to the kitchen and looked over my work.

"All done? Good, because it's your bedtime now," she stated simply.

I looked at the clock which said 7:15 and my mouth dropped open. I was about to utter a cry of protest when I saw the look of determination on my mom's face that brooked no argument. My cheeks were still burning from the earlier spanking and I was anxious to avoid a repetition.

"Yes Mommie," I sighed.

"Go brush your teeth and I'll be in to tuck you in," she told me.

I went and did as I was told and then returned to my bedroom where she was waiting with a big baby bottle of warm milk. She patted the vinyl covered mattress and had me sit down where she removed my dress and replaced it with a soft pink nighty. Tucking me into bed, she pulled up the blankets and pushed the bottle nipple between my lips.

"Here's a widdle ba-ba for my little baby," she said as she removed the bows from my hair.

Obediantly, I took the milk and began sucking from the nipple. It seemed strangely comforting and familiar to me as she stroked my hair soothingly. I drifted off to sleep and dreamed of my soft, thick diapers, keeping me safe and secure.