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BABY BARBIE (1)
It was early Monday morning, and I was sitting all by myself in an Amsterdam movie theater. That was fine by me, I could fully enjoy a screening of the new Barbie film. I saw it already a few days ago, in a packed theater. The crowd roared with laughter, wolfwhistled at the shortshort-dresses of Margot Robbie and some even sang along to the songs. I was wearing a pink bra, pink panties and pink stockings and suspenders underneath my dull civil servant clothes. I didn't dare to put on my diapers, afraid that the crinkling would give me away to the people sitting next to me. I had a good time, but to fully enjoy the movie, I knew I had to come back. Dressed slightly different. Today, I figured, the theater wouldn't be as full as the weekend, so I did dare to wear double diapers and plastic pants under my bright orange pants of my track suit. I put on some white stockings and bridal garter as well. When standing in front of the mirror, I felt confident to also put falsies in my matching bright orange bra. My oversized sweatshirt would cover that up. I also brought a small, silent vibrator, to buzz myself during scenes I made a mental note about: Robbie in a pink negligee, Emma Mackey in a tightfitting maid's dress. This was going to be fun! The movie was just about to begin when the door opened and a buxom woman with a wide brimmed hat and a veil came in. She had an intimidating figure, that I could make out when there was just enough light. All in black, curvaceous, breasts that were at least in need of an H-cup. She was holding what looked like two leashes. For a few seconds, she scanned the almost dark room, didn't see me in the corner and in came two…well, the only word that came to mind was 'dolls'. Lifesize barbies, in high heels, stockings, short silky dresses and holding what I recognized as diaper bags. One had blonde curls, the other was a redhead. The blonde had a pink, ultra baby-ish bonnet, the redhead donned a big pink bow on her head. Mistress, for there was no doubt who the veiled woman was, pulled the leashes that were attached to collars around their necks. With fasts, small steps they walked up the middle of the theater, and sat down. I could see that both girls had something strapped around their heads. Since it was Pride Week in Amsterdam, seeing people in drag or all dolled up wasn't that odd; even at the ticket stand the puncher was a drag queen, dressed as an ultra sexy stewardess. The titles rolled, Helen Mirren started to speak (this makes sense if you saw the film) and the mistress removed the gags from the girls' mouths. 'Since we're all alone, you can squeal as loud as you want', she said. The girls giggled like schoolgirls, and did squeal the moment Margot Robbie was introduced, in her Barbie bathing suit. 'You would look soooo lovely in that', the blonde said to the other, with a lisp. I was fascinated by the scene, but I also knew a favorite scene was coming up, so I took out my vibrator and put it on my diapers. Unfortunately, it wasn't strong enough to tingle through my double diapers and pink cage. I wriggled a bit to make it slide between the diapers, and didn't pay attention to the noise my plastic pants and diapers made. When I finally had it in a position so I could feel the buzz, I smelled a dazzling perfume. When I looked next to me, I saw the mistress in the black hat and veil. I could not make out her eyes, but I did saw her ruby red lips and her pearly white smile. 'Well, well, well. What do we have here? Are you enjoying yourself, baby? It sure looks like it.' When I looked up, I saw the two sissies in front straining their necks to find out who mistress was talking to. 'Stand up', mistress said with a stern voice. 'But, err, I…' I felt a gloved hand on my earlobe, pulling me up. 'Don't make me wait, ever', she said. I'm about 1m90cm, and almost touched her nose behind the veil. Those must be some heels, I thought. I was reaching for my painful ear, when she yanked down my orange pants, and revealed my thickly diapered bum, stockinged legs and plastic pants. 'Ooh la la', mistress said, while the sissies cheered in their seats. Come sit with us', mistress said. When I moved to pull up my pants she smacked on my hand. 'No need to do that.' With small, quick steps I stumbled to where my sissy sisters were sitting. The blonde stood up, flashing her stocking tops and what surely appeared to be a big terry nappy in bright pink plastic pants. As soon as I sat, I got a sloppy kiss on my left and right cheek. 'I'm Blonde Baby Barbie', the blonde said. 'I'm Strawberry Baby Barbie', the other one said, then they both giggled. And I am mistress Ruth. Sometimes spelled as R-u-d-e, mistress said, sitting next to Blonde Baby Barbie. 'I am Baby Charlotte', I said sheepishly. 'No, you are Naranja Baby Barbiem, mistress said. 'You dress in orange pants and from the look of it', she pointed at my shirt, 'you're packing two oranges in your bra, so that is your new name from now. Naranja, that has a sweet ring to it.' 'Owww goodie!', Strawberry Baby Barbie said, picking up her diaper bag and taking out what looked like a lolly pop. A penis shaped one. She took off the wrapper and shoved it between my lips. Definitely orange flavored. Then, my neighbours put it their lollies and we watched the movie. Every now and then we cheered when a cool outfit was revealed, we roared at the Kens and we laughed at the jokes about patriarchy. Every now and then one the Barbies touched my diapers, stockinged legs or thighs. I was encouraged to do the same. During dance routines, the Barbies took out magic wands, gave me two and both took turn buzzing me between my legs. I was doing the same to them, 'make sure nobody cums', mistress's voice behind the veil growled. Baby bottles with juice were passed so that our diapers filled up nicely during the movie. - BABY BARBIE (2) When the end credits rolled, our diapers were soggy and heavy - which showed when we rose from our seats. Blonde Baby and Strawberry Baby checked each other's plastic pants. 'Should we put on rubber panties', Blonde Baby asked Mistress. 'It's probably best if you do honey', she said, 'and from the look of it, our little Naranjita can use one too'. Strawberry had already three heavy dark rubber pants in her hand. Thanks to our stockings, the pants flew up our legs, but we had to really pull and tug to get them over our diapers. The feeling was amazing when the rubber pants finally fit - it was like I had a big sponge around my hips. 'Skirts down girls', mistress said. 'Pants up. We're moving to the nursery'. That included me, apparently, which was totally fine. I was mesmerized by this trio and very curious to find out where that nursery was, and how it looked. When we were tugging up those rubber pants, I became infatuated by the perfume of the two other babies, and I saw they were lightly kissing each other when they were standing close together, rubbing their hands over the bulge. When we came out of the theater, there was a line formed with dolled up drags, tg's, gays and lesbians, waiting for the next Barbie screening. They all cheered when they saw us, patting our behinds when we strolled by. Mistress even got some curtseys, which she seemed to enjoy. Outside, we even got more cheers when a big pink limousine was waiting for us. Inside, the limo was decorated like a baby's playpen, with some scattered toys and racks of diapers. There was even a changing pad with straps on the side! It was a short drive to a gorgeous 'grachtenpand', house on the Amsterdam canals, with a huge black door. This led to an impressive large hallway, with a marble floor and a stone statue near wooden stairs of a hooded, muscled man in shackles, that doubled as a coat rack. Mistress took off her coat, but not her veiled hat, so that her luscious red lips stayed the center of attention when she spoke. 'The club is coming in soon, you better get ready', she said to Strawberry and Blonde Baby. 'Come with us, Naranja', the latter said, leading me up the stairs to a dream of a nursery. Two adjacent rooms, with two sturdy looking cribs, rows and rows of diapers, enormous closets filled with dresses, bonnets, skirts, tutus, all in every shade of pink imaginable. I became lightheaded, this was my biggest fantasy come true, and then some. While I was admiring all the sexy looking toys, dresses and other girlie stuff, both big babies had stripped off their clothing and stood naked next to me. Only their pink cages, dripping with anticipation. 'Let's get you out of this gear, babe', Strawberry said, 'and get you dressed properly for the club.' I was about to ask what 'the club' meant, when a fat orange pacifier was shoved between my lips. 'No talking, baby. Let's get you dressed.' On the changing table lay a heap of orange baby gear - petticoats, a few dresses, aprons, bibs, bonnets. First, my diapers were taken down, I was washed and diapered again. Really thick diapers I had never seen before. Strawberry and Blonde Baby Barbie had put on fuzzy slippers, and were still naked bar their cages. They moved expertly, teasing my naughty bits, Blonde even took out a small vibrator to buzz my nipples, and the inside of my thighs. 'Ooooh, she's sensitive!' Then, they took care of themselves, changing rapidly in the same thick diapers. Blonde was decked out all in white, in a dream of a chiffon dress, huge petticoats that stood out so far you could easily spot her silky panties, stockings and garters. Strawberry put on the same, but in deep red. Then, they made me wear several of the orange dresses they had picked, until they found the right combo: a ultrasweet light orange bonnet over a tangerine wig with two braids, an apricot dress with holes where my nipples were, an apron and a skirt that was so short, the hem was touching the elastics of my bright orange silky diaper pants. Orange stockings and white garters made the tableau complete. 'Let's put on this girlie bib too', Strawberry said, adding a choker as well. I stepped into hard orange heels and was moved to tears when I saw myself - I looked like a giant padded tangerine. When we walked down the stairs, I heard the clicking of several heels on the marble floor. A big cloud of intoxicating perfumes rose up, making me feel dizzy. 'The club has arrived', Blonde said. 'Performance time!', Strawberry giggled. In the hallway, Strawberry looked at me and said: 'Just let us lead, we promise this is going to be fun.' We entered a big sitting room, with plush couches and comfy chairs. The windows were high, so no one on the street could sneak a peek what was happening inside. If one could, they saw a room filled with gorgeous, well-endowed ladies, in corsets, stockings, plunging decolletés, high heels and all in veiled hats like our mistress. A boudoir scene, 19th century Paris, with the ladies present all over 50, but stunning. I felt scared - what was expected of me, what if did something wrong? 'Ladies, this is Naranja, who came to play with us today', Mistress said. A small round of applause followed, muffled by the long gloves the ladies were wearing. 'Please make room for the babies!' My fellow babies lead me to the middle of the room, where a plush carpet lay, several overstuffed silky pillows, baby toys and adult toys - dark and pink vibrators and dildos. 'Is she properly protected', one of the ladies asked, while feeling up my diaper pants. I could see her green eyes twinkle behind the veil when she felt the hard plastic of my chastity cage. 'Good', she said softly, padding my backside. 'How should we start?', Mistress asked. 'Kiss! Kiss!', several ladies shouted, spreading their legs, touching each other's bosoms excitedly. Blonde and Strawberry Baby Barbie needed no more encouragement, they fell on their knees and locked lips immediately. Their hands moved all over the body of the other. A grey haired lady in a dark green corset and overflowing breasts, pinched my nipples lightly when she said: 'So lovely to watch, isn't it darling?' She rubbed her tits against my back. 'Ooh yes, babies making love, that is a sight for sore eyes'. Blonde Baby winked to me, and then motioned to come to them. The three of us French kissed, tongues out, when our Mistress walked towards us, wearing a huge black strap-on. 'Let's see what Naranja can do to this lollypop', she giggled. I sucked and slurped the black dick like I hadn't eaten for days, dribble all over my bib. 'Excellent', Mistress said, patting my bonnet. When she plopped out the dildo, I saw that Blonde and Strawberry were each humping a silky pillow, while the other ladies were cheering. 'Come on! Hump, hump, hump', they laughed. Some of the ladies had freed their big tits, pinching their nipples. 'God, this is so hot', a brown haired lady in a gold corset and chocolate stocking said, pushing her breasts in my face. 'Excuse me, Natalia', Mistress said, 'let Naranjita here enter the humping competition too!' I was positioned next to the other two babies and ordered to hump the fat pillow. I felt pats on my back, even lashes. Natalia had put two clamps on my sissy titties, and I felt something building up between my legs. This was a familiar feeling - usually, this was the moment to get rid of the chastity, but I had no idea where the key was by this moment. Ooh, ooh, ooh, I heard next to me. Blonde looking me in the eye, with a mixture of love, excitement and frustration. I was sucking on strap-ons that were pushed in my face by several ladies, when Mistress took me aside and strapped something to my face, that had a large dildo on it. Blonde and Strawberry had the same thing. 'We cannot let you babies have all the fun', Mistress said, pushing me to one of the couches. Three ladies lay back, legs wide, pussies all glistening. 'Let's see who can make the lady come first!' The three babies were pushing in and out, tickling with their fingers, kneading the big freed tits of their ladies. Blonde won; her Lady came like a firetruck, with her legs around baby's head, howling like a banshee. Then my lady struck gold, pushing my head closer and closer to her pussy. 'Sooooo, gooooood', she said hoarsely. Finally, Strawberry's Lady climaxed, cursing like a dockworker. 'Well, ladies, I'd say this was a very successful afternoon of our little club. For your pleasure, you can pick out one of our babies here and have your way with them in one of the private rooms. But you', she pointed at me, 'you come with me, little tangerine. We're going to have some fun, you and I.' ***
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