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"But Prettykins still likes to try and show his Mummy what a big boy he can be," Angela continued. "So once a month, if he's been a good baby, I let him come to my bed to show Mummy how much he loves her. He can still be quite a big boy, but not as big as he used to be, and not as big as Mummy's new friends. But then he is only a baby, so what can you expect. But if he doesn't perform properly, he knows he'll have to be punished for getting too big for his bootees. Of course, he always does perform and can't wait to show Mummy what a big boy he is. But it's all over in no time, then his behaviour chart is wiped clean and he goes straight back to his nursery for another month. And while he's trying to be a good enough baby to earn more Mummy Kisses on his behaviour chart, Mummy's real lovers take over to keep her happy." Mummy turned to Prettykins. "You like to try and show Mummy what a big boy you can be, don't you Prettykins?" "Yes Mummy," he replied, knowing that by saying 'yes' he was implicitly agreeing that success wasn't guaranteed and he had to 'try'. "And you can be a big boy when you concentrate," Mummy said patronisingly. "Once a month you like to show Mummy how much you love her for keeping you all baby-safe in your nappies, don't you?" "Yes Mummy," he said again, this time implying that he enjoyed being in nappies. "Yes! And even though Mummy has other big friends, you'll always be her special baby, darling. You know that, don't you?" "Yes Mummy." "That's a good baby." Despite the torment of humiliation, Prettykins had to admit that he liked it when he won Mummy's praise because it made him feel warm inside and conjured images of being close with her in bed. He still desperately wanted to show her that he was a man and to see again the look of delight on her face when she saw how big he could be once she took his nappy off. He didn't want to imagine how big her new friends were but he had the distinct feeling that, by comparison, he was no longer as appealing to Mummy as he had been when she first put him in nappies. He had surprised and satisfied her at first but now he felt the competition was too much. But if that was really the case, he thought to himself, why wouldn't she just let him go, so that he could also start a new life with someone else? Then he remembered that being put into nappies had been his own idea originally and while it had definitely excited him at first, he had never wanted to be a full-time baby. He truly hated it and desperately wished he could turn back the clock. Worst of all was the humiliation of other people knowing. Was this her revenge for his not giving her a real baby, even though he knew how much she wanted one? And why hadn't he been happy to oblige? Suddenly he realised. Because he thought a baby would become the centre of her attention and he would be sidelined. But now he was the baby and he was still sidelined. Whatever happened, it seemed he couldn't win. Now she kept him infantilised and he had her attention most of the time but it wasn't the kind of attention he wanted and it certainly didn't satisfy him. She had made him helpless, just like a real baby, and there was nothing he could do about it. Then he came back to reality with a jolt. The doorbell rang and Mummy's response startled him. "That'll be his babysitters. I told them we were all going out this evening." This was one of the worst humiliations to be inflicted on him: babysitters. He had promised Mummy that he would be all right if she wanted to go out and he had promised to be good. She could lock him in his nursery, safe in the knowledge that he wouldn't be able to go anywhere. But Mummy insisted that babies cannot be left alone and need to be constantly supervised. Apart from the humiliation of having two sixteen year old schoolgirls 'look after him', the idea that everything he did was observed, noted, checked and commented on made him feel utterly infantile. As Mummy went to answer the door, Prettykins cringed inside. Then he cringed again as he heard her greeting the two girls from the grammar school just across the street. What she said in such a matter-of-fact way cut him to the quick and stripped him of any possible shred of dignity. "Hi Jess. Hi Penny. Thanks for coming. Prettykins has just wet himself but he didn't want me to change him in front of my friends, so I hope you won't mind doing it later." She came back into the room with the two girls whose curiosity had led them to discover him in his pram in the garden a couple of weeks earlier. They were still in their school uniforms with their school satchels, having come straight from class, but one of them was carrying a big bag from the local baby shop. "Look who's here Prettykins. It's your babysitters. Do you remember Lady Jessica and Lady Penelope?" "Yes Mummy." Of course he remembered them. They'd only been there two days before and he'd made a terrible fuss about not wanting them to see him. So much so, that his bottom was still sore from the spanking Mummy had given him. Did she think he was stupid? "Well what do you say, then?" Mummy prompted. "Good afternoon Lady Jessica. Good afternoon Lady Penelope. Thank you for coming to look after me while Mummy goes out," he said and hoped that Mummy would be proud of him for saying exactly what she had told him to say. The girls just laughed and then ignored him. They were much more interested in meeting Pamela, Sylvia and Jennifer, as if Prettykins was just to be taken for granted as a necessary inconvenience. There was nothing worse than being ignored like that to drive home to him his pathetic baby status. In the adult world such rudeness infuriated him but now he had to endure it constantly while, at the same time, he was forced to be meticulously polite to everyone. Mummy had told Prettykins that, as he was only a baby, she expected him to show respect to all ladies and girls at all times and to call them by their full names, preceded by an appropriate title. It humiliated him to hear Mummy refer to these girls as Jess and Penny while he had to address them as Lady Jessica and Lady Penelope, especially as they were both only half his age. And what made it even worse was the fact that he fancied both of them. They were the kind of girls who were so confident and desirable that, even in the adult world, he would have found it difficult to look them in the face. Had he not been in the humiliating predicament that he was, he would probably never have come into contact with two such attractive teenage girls at all, and it only added to his deep frustration that Mummy was going to leave him in their power and had actually asked them to change his nappy for him. Despite his excruciating embarrassment at such a prospect, he knew he would never be able to conceal his lust for them when they took off his nappy and he was terrified that they would laugh at him with scorn and derision when they saw his erection. He hated the fact that his little man was like a barometer that told everyone else what he was feeling, while he had no control over it and no way of hiding it. He wondered whether they would recognise it as lust for them or whether they would think it was a sign of his excitement at being kept in nappies and treated like a baby? Either way, he knew he would be a target for further ridicule. If, when he was free, he had seen these girls walking in the street, he would certainly have noticed their slender figures in their pleated school skirts, their bare legs with little white ankle socks and their pretty little breasts beneath their white school blouses. But he would know that they inhabited a completely different world to his ~ a world he could never enter and a world he would never dare to enter because he was actually intimidated by the combination of their attractiveness, their intelligence and their confidence. The grammar school girls in their uniforms had always been attractive to him when he'd seen them every day as he left the house for work. But now it was they who would have the last laugh. He dreaded being left alone in their power for the first time, especially when he heard Mummy say that they were to take full control of him and not put up with any nonsense when it came to his six o'clock bedtime. "As I was saying," Angela resumed for the benefit of the two girls. "Prettykins comes to Mummy once a month to try to show me what a big boy he can still be. But of course Mummy is used to bigger and better things now and Prettykins has difficulty keeping up. He also has to have been a very good baby over the previous month to be allowed into Mummy's bed. At the end of every day we put a picture of a Mummy Kiss or a Naughty Bottom on his behaviour chart, depending on whether he's been good or naughty. He must have at least three more Mummy Kisses on his behaviour chart than Naughty Bottoms if Mummy is going to allow him into her bed. We mark your behaviour chart every day before you go to your cot, don't we Prettykins?" "Yes Mummy," he answered, acutely conscious of the girls now looking at him. While the ladies had all been fairly discreet during their visit, the girls just laughed out loud at his pathetic figure sitting on the carpet with his Barbie doll, saying "Yes Mummy" in such a frightened little voice. "Well, ladies, I'll go and get ready for our outing," Mummy announced before turning to him. "And you be a very good little baby for Lady Jessica and Lady Penelope. I shall be asking them for a full report when I come home, so I don't want to hear about any naughtiness when it comes to your bedtime." "No Mummy," Prettykins replied meekly, overwhelmed by all the attention he was now attracting. "If you're a good little boy this evening, you might get that extra Mummy Kiss on your behaviour chart that you need if you want to come to Mummy's bed this weekend. It will all depend on what Lady Jessica and Lady Penelope report to me." "Does baby go to his Mummy's bed sometimes?" Jess asked him in a very condescending voice. "Answer Lady Jessica, darling," Angela prompted. "Yes Lady Jessica." "Ooh that's exciting. And what does baby do in Mummy's bed?" Prettykins fell completely silent, partly through embarrassment and partly through shame, because he knew that what he did ~ or what he tried to do ~ didn't really satisfy her any more. "Tell Lady Jessica," Mummy urged. "What do you do when you're in Mummy's bed, sweetheart?" "We make love," Prettykins finally said. There was a ripple of laughter mixed with expressions of "Oh, isn't that sweet" as clearly no one believed him capable of such a thing. "You make love to your Mummy?" Penny asked, pointedly. "Yes, Lady Penelope." Both girls looked at Angela to see what she had to say about it. "He likes to try to show Mummy how much he loves her for keeping him in nappies and such pretty petticoats and dresses ~ and for keeping him safe from her lovers when they come. But poor little Prettykins can't do very much anymore. His little man is getting smaller all the time, although he still gets very hard, don't you Prettykins?" she added to console him. "Yes Mummy," he replied, desperate to be seen as physically capable. "But what used to be a big ramrod is just a pretty little bump now, isn't it sweetie?" Mummy said before revealing another fact that took him completely by surprise. Prettykins had been concerned of late that he found himself less sexually capable than he had been when they had first played their 'nappied baby' games. He'd wondered if it was because he was having to wait a whole month before he was allowed to have an orgasm. But now he suddenly learned why it was ~ and it devastated him. "It's the Winkie Shrink," Mummy said. "He's been having it in all his drinks for several weeks now and it's working wonders." "What's Winkie Shrink?" they all giggled at once. "It's made especially for babies like Prettykins. Well, the name says it all really. But you have to get the dose exactly right to reduce the male organ to its appropriate baby size." Prettykins almost fainted with shock and embarrassment to hear that she had been feeding him a drug without his knowledge that made it harder for him to make love. He let out an inarticulate and involuntary cry, attracting everyone's attention, and was consumed with shame. He looked up at Mummy with pleading eyes but was also angry that, not only had she been doing this to him, but she had revealed it in public. "Oh Mummy," he cried out helplessly. "Yes, I know Prettykins. Mummy should have told baby first but you're among friends who love you, sweetheart, and it's only right that a baby should have just a tiny little baby winkie. At the moment you're still much too big for a proper baby, as we saw earlier when you made a naughty bump in your nappy. But in another few months we'll get you down to the right size." Mummy turned back to the girls and ladies. "Of course," she continued, "he needs to get hard so that he can show Mummy how much he loves her. We're just getting his little winkie down to the right proportion and when the time comes, if it's not big enough for him to put it in Mummy any more, she'll just rub his pretty little infant prick for him with the palm of her hand and relieve him that way." As they all laughed, Mummy turned back to Prettykins. "Don't worry, darling, so long as you're a good little boy, Mummy will always make you feel nice." "And where do you buy Winkie Shrink?" Sylvia asked with interest. "It's one of several Babyfem products designed to emasculate and feminise big babies," Angela replied. "I get it from a specialist baby supplier. I can give you the address if you're interested." Then suddenly everyone looked at Prettykins and erupted in uncontrollable laughter. It was only after they eventually calmed down that Angela was able to continue. "Angela, you're extraordinary," said Sylvia. "And what's Babyfem?" "Babyfem is a range of medicines and other products for adult babies to help their Mummies mould them into exactly what they want them to be. If Prettykins ever gets to the stage of being potty-trained in order to become Mummy's little girl, I'll give him Babyfem Plus. It's packed with oestrogen. It will help to pacify him and make it easier for him to adjust to his new life, it will also help him to develop his own pretty little baby breasts and, of course, it will destroy his erectile function completely. Inevitably it will make him more emotional and tearful but then I'll have a baby who's more like a little girl than a little boy. I've always wanted a little girl. But we won't have to change his name because I was thinking ahead when I called him Prettykins. One day Prettykins could be Mummy's little girl and his little winkie will be no bigger than a large clitoris. But I don't think he'll mind too much because by then he'll have such silky-soft hair and skin and his very own pretty little breast buds. I know he'll just adore coming to bed with Mummy in our matching nighties for lots of lovely girly cuddles and kisses. I think mothers and daughters can have such beautiful relationships, bathing together and helping each other dress, and I'm so looking forward to buying him his first trainer bra and teaching him to use make-up. "Of course that's all in the future. But none of it will happen if baby doesn't behave well enough to be released from nappies and show that he can be potty-trained. If he's good and able to graduate from the nursery, then we'll have lots of fun together and He will become She. We'll be able to wear matching clothes and go to the hairdresser to have matching perms. I might even introduce her to one of my ex-boyfriends but only if she's a very good girl. I'm only ever thinking about Prettykins. There's a lifetime of fun ahead for her if she wants it, or if she simply can't learn to be good, then she can just stay in nappies indefinitely. The choice will be hers. Either way, I shall be doing what I want." A stunned silence settled over the room. All the ladies and both the girls were in awe of Angela's bold and uncompromising plan for Prettykins, while he was incandescent with rage and mortified by everything he'd just heard. Having listened to what Mummy had planned for him and realising there was no escape, it was his sudden sobbing of total defeat that broke the silence, after which his pretty aunties began once again to laugh and chatter and the girls, desperate to tell all their friends, were giggling and talking in hushed whispers. Then they reached for the big bag they'd brought with them from the local baby shop. "Can we still come and babysit him ~ I mean her?" Jessica asked. "Yes, both of you. And you, too, Pamela. I think Prettykins would love you to babysit her. By then she'll be just a sweet little girl and no harm to anyone. She might still have naughty thoughts but we won't be able to see them any more and there'll be nothing she can do about them anyway." Then Jess and Penny pulled two big boxes from the Baby Store bag. "We've brought two lovely dollies for Prettykins to play with," the girls announced. Prettykins looked up, his cheeks flushed and streaming with tears. "Oh darling," said Mummy. "Isn't that kind of Lady Jessica and Lady Penelope? Look what they've brought you, sweetheart." As Mummy said this, the two girls got down on the floor to show Prettykins his presents. "This one's from me," Jess said as she produced a Fairy Princess doll. "And this one's from me," Penny laughed as she presented him with a pretty pink ballerina. Prettykins recoiled and turned his face away. "What do you say, Prettykins?" Mummy said with a warning tone. Prettykins was silent. "I said, what do you say, Prettykins?" Mummy repeated. Desperate and mortified as he was, there was nowhere to hide and nothing to do but respond. More to the point, he knew he must respond appropriately as everyone was waiting to see what happened next. He just couldn't believe how, in a single afternoon, his life had taken such a profoundly humiliating turn for the worse. The girls were still crouched down directly in front of him and he could smell that indefinable aroma of schoolbooks and pencils mixed with a light, sensual perfume. His three new aunties sat looking at him from the sofa and Mummy came and stood directly above him. He could sense that she was poised to take down his knickers, take him out of his nappy and smack his bottom there and then, in front of everyone if he didn't do as he was told. The thought mortified him. There was only one way to avoid it. "Thank you Lady Jessica. Thank you Lady Penelope," he stammered through his tears. The tension in the room dissipated but Mummy leant down, took his face between her hands and forced him to look directly at her. "You came very close to a bare-bottom spanking, Prettykins. Don't you ever be so rude again. Do you understand?" "Yes Mummy. I mean no, Mummy," he replied in total confusion and defeat. As soon as she saw that he'd been brought to heel, Mummy's tone changed. "Now, Lady Jessica and Lady Penelope will be looking after you this evening and you will be respectful, polite and obedient," she emphasised. "You will behave yourself. And if you don't do everything exactly as they tell you, they will smack your bottom and put you to bed early, and I will smack your bottom again in the morning. Is that perfectly clear?" "Yes Mummy." "Also," Mummy persisted, "Lady Jessica and Lady Penelope both have homework to do and you will not interrupt them. Do you understand?" "Yes Mummy." "What homework do you have?" Pamela asked, cutting across Angela. "Chemistry," replied Jessica. "Economics," said Penelope. "Oh, that's interesting," said Jennifer. "I did economics, too." This innocent exchange only served to increase the sense of total humiliation that Prettykins already felt, because when they talked about adult things they ignored him completely. The point was emphasised even further when Jess completely changed her tone of voice and turned to him with one of the dolls. "Look, Prettykins," she said in that unmistakable voice that females always use when addressing babies. "This is your Fairy Princess dolly and her name is Princess Primrose. She has three different sets of clothes for you to dress her in and they're all pink, just like your own pretty dress," she laughed. "Would you like to dress dolly?" Oh no, not another question. Everyone waited for the only answer he could politely give. "Yes please, Lady Jessica," he said, almost unable to believe what he was being forced to say. Everyone laughed and fresh tears began to roll down his cheeks. But it wasn't over yet. "And this is Ballerina Tutu," Penny added as she thrust the other doll into his reluctant hands. "She also has three different costumes for you to dress her in, but this evening I want you to put her in her classic pink tutu with her tiara and her fairy wand. Do you think you can manage that?" she asked, enjoying every moment. "Yes Lady Penelope," he snivelled through his tears. "And make sure you put her in the right knickers. Her knickers must match her tutu. Do you think you can do that for me, Prettykins?" "Yes Lady Penelope." "Good. So let's see what a clever little boy you can be, shall we?" As they all looked on, delighted by the obvious discomfort he felt at being spoken to like a two year old, Mummy leant over him again. "Now make sure you play nicely, darling. And make sure you include Barbie. Just because you have two new little friends, you don't want to make Barbie jealous, do you?" "No Mummy." He wished desperately that they wouldn't keep ending every sentence with a question which obliged him to respond. But he also knew they did it to make sure that he was forced to participate in his own humiliation. He just wanted them all to go away and leave him alone but after everything he'd heard Mummy say, he knew it was very unlikely that he was ever going to be left alone again. Then came yet another indignity. "Mummy's going out with your pretty Aunties soon, darling, and so it's time for Lady Jessica and Lady Penelope to take you to your nursery. Mummy will see you in the morning. Have you got a nice kiss for Mummy?" So saying, Mummy proffered her cheek and he knew he had to kiss her, a demonstration of affection which made it look all the more as if he was a willing participant in his own humiliation. It caused a singular pang of conflict inside him to be expected to kiss in public the very person who had reduced him to ridicule and was controlling every aspect of his life. But kiss her he did. "That's a good boy," Mummy said triumphantly. "Now say bye-bye to your aunties, sweetheart." "Bye-bye auntie Pamela, bye-bye auntie Jennifer, bye-bye auntie Sylvia," he said as quickly as he could to get it over with. "Bye-bye Prettykins. We'll see you again soon," replied auntie Pamela as the three of them turned away. "Play nicely, now, and look after all your dollies," Mummy warned as he crawled on all fours with his big pink padded bottom on full display. With the girls walking either side of him, they looked like prison warders taking him back to his cell as they carried all his dollies for him and he suddenly began sobbing again. Once in the nursery, he heard Mummy's final instructions to Jess and Penny as she stood in the doorway. "If you have any trouble with him, girls, just smack his bottom when you change his nappy and give him an early bedtime. But I think he'll be a good baby today because he desperately wants that extra Mummy Kiss on his behaviour chart. There's food and drink in the fridge. Just help yourselves. And baby's bottle is ready to heat in the saucepan. Have fun, girls, and let me know if he's any trouble." So saying, she left him to his fate. Instantly, the girls settled him on the floor and surrounded him with all three dolls. But they weren't just going to leave him to play in peace. Instead, they set him tasks to complete before his bedtime. Princess Primrose must be correctly dressed for the ball, Ballerina Tutu must be ready to perform in the correct tutu and knickers, and then he must introduce them both to Barbie before enacting a scene with dialogue in which Ballerina Tutu performs at the ball for Princess Primrose, Barbie congratulates them and they all become best friends. Prettykins cringed when he heard what was expected of him but he knew he had to do it if he wanted a good report. Through hot tears, Prettykins also knew that Mummy was right. It galled him that she was but, despite everything, he desperately wanted that extra Mummy Kiss on his behaviour chart so that he could go to bed with her at the weekend. If he didn't get his Mummy Kiss he'd have to wait another month for his next opportunity to make love and try to prove to her what a big boy he could still be. So now he must be as good as gold so that the girls will give him a favourable report when Mummy returns. But the girls were total strangers and if they took it into their heads to give him a bad report simply to get him into trouble, there would be nothing he could do about it. He hated the injustice of his predicament but was determined to do his very best to be a good and obedient baby. As Prettykins looked at all the different bras, knickers, petticoats and dresses that came with each of his new dolls, he became very concerned not to get them mixed up. He instinctively knew that if he did, he'd be in trouble. While Jess and Penny dashed off their homework in order to watch TV, Prettykins applied himself meticulously to all the laborious tasks he'd been given, fiddling with miniature buttons and tiny pieces of lingerie until he had his new dolls dressed exactly as the girls had instructed. When Jess and Penny came to check that he'd done everything to their satisfaction, he looked to them for approval, desperate to be favourably reported to Mummy. "Let's see what you've done, Prettykins," Penny said as she examined every item of clothing the dolls were wearing. Jess joined in and between them they could find no faults. He had done everything perfectly. "Well you are a clever little baby, aren't you?" said Jess. Prettykins looked up at her, not knowing whether he was required to answer. If he agreed, she might think he was getting too big for his bootees and it might go against him, so he just looked at her expectantly, consumed by how lovely she was, and said nothing. It was the right thing to do. Girls know instinctively when men fancy them and it was enough for her that she could see in his face that he was in a state of besotted frustration. "Now let's hear Barbie tell Princess Primrose and Ballerina Tutu how much she loves them and hopes to see them again soon," Penny instructed. Prettykins had seldom felt so ashamed and humiliated as, in front of these two very intelligent and attractive girls who were half his age and fully in control of their lives, he was forced to invent and repeat aloud several sentences of conversation appropriate to a three year old little girl and the three pretty dollies that surrounded him. It had taken all his concentration and effort to dress them in their different outfits and now he had to pretend to be each one of them in turn as they bade each other good night and exchanged tokens of undying love and affection. What he was being asked to do was something completely alien to his entire life's experience ~ and yet he did it. As the girls praised him for the authenticity of his performance, he felt he had taken a major regressive step back to infancy, helplessly drawn into a little girl's world of make-believe. Acutely embarrassed and disorientated, he suddenly felt himself completely trapped in babyland, as though a door had closed on him that he would never be big enough to open. A moment later bedtime was announced and Prettykins was taken aback by the sudden efficiency with which the two girls approached him, swept the dolls aside and proceeded to take off his dress and petticoats. Stripped down to his knickers and lying on the changing mat, he waited in trepidation for them to change his nappy. It was as if they knew instinctively what to do and he couldn't believe they hadn't done it before. Then he realised that they probably had other babysitting jobs and saw him as just another baby. As they pulled off his plastic panties, his 'little man' was standing up rampantly inside his nappy. It was rock hard but noticeably smaller, justifying Mummy's name for it. But come what may, he couldn't help it ~ the two sixteen-year-olds were so sexy and attractive and he'd never been in such intimate proximity to such beguiling creatures before. As Penny peeled away his wet nappy she shrieked with laughter at the sight of his little erection. Ordering him to lie back and be silent, they set about the task of changing him. He did as he was told and lay there passively in awe of their confidence and authority but mortified by their conversation. "Oh, Jess. Look at his little cockette." "Very coquettish," Jess mocked. "But it is hard," she observed, "just like his Mummy said." Then looking down on his vulnerability, she asked pointedly, "Is that for Lady Penelope, Prettykins, or is it for me?" Prettykins squirmed with the deepest humiliation he had ever known. "Oh, you're such a little tease," Penny added. "Little being the operative word," Jess laughed. "My boyfriend is fifteen and he's at least four times the size of that. What do you think, Penny? Two inches?" Then she turned back to Prettykins. "Were you hoping to impress us, Prettykins? Ooh, you're such a big boy. I'm really scared," she mocked. "Yes, I'd say about two inches," Penny said. "It certainly looks like Angela's Winkie Shrink is working." "Maybe it hasn't started yet," Jess laughed. "Maybe he's always been that BIG," she said as she held up her hand with her thumb and forefinger about an inch apart. Amid endless derision and laughter, Jess held him down by his shoulders while Penny reached for the baby wipes and cleaned his balls and all around his little man while it twitched repeatedly. Then Jess rolled him over so that Penny could cream his 'botty' and put a fresh nappy in place before rolling him back onto it. Meanwhile, Prettykins was taken aback by how strong Jess was and felt utterly helpless as she rolled him back and forth. It was all so fast and business-like, as if they were playing with a doll. Whatever else it was, it wasn't nearly as enjoyable as when Mummy did it. In the hands of the girls he felt like a commodity and an inconvenience that needed to be dealt with. Once he was lying on his back again, waiting for his nappy to be pulled up between his legs, Jess nonchalantly powdered his desperately throbbing little man. As her soft hand brushed against it and she very briefly held his depilated balls, it excited him so much that he spurted a tiny jet of something that landed only two inches away on his new nappy. It was an act that could have got him into severe trouble. He had used all his will-power to resist but he just couldn't help himself. If Mummy had seen it, she'd have turned him over there and then and smacked his bottom. But his ejaculation ~ if you could call it that ~ was so pathetic that neither of the girls even noticed it as they continued chatting to each other and laughing about what a pathetic loser he was. Profoundly grateful that they hadn't noticed, in that moment he realised that everything was now lost to him forever. Never again would he be able to impress or seduce a girl and, even if Mummy were to have a change of heart and let him go, the Winkie Shrink had done its work ~ and he knew instinctively that the effect was probably irreversible. Moments later, with everything done according to Mummy's instructions and a fresh pair of very frilly pink knickers snapped firmly into place, they ordered him to crawl over to his cot. Once there, they slipped a pink satin nightie over his head and made him hold out his hands while they popped his mittens on and tied them securely at the wrists. "There! That will keep little Prettykins out of mischief. We don't want him trying to play with his little cockette, do we?" Penny said. "If he can find it," Jess laughed. As the banter continued, Prettykins was utterly frustrated and mortified with shame. "Mummy doesn't always make me wear these," he ventured in a voice so weak that the girls had to ask him to repeat himself. It was true, she only put him in his mittens if she was displeased with him and never when she was entertaining one of her lovers. But the girls refused to listen. "Well Mummy isn't here, is she Prettykins? So we've decided that you're wearing them tonight," Jess said with great authority. "Please don't make me," Prettykins dared to beg. "That's enough!" Jess shouted, surprising him with her firmness. "Does baby want a smack?" "Oh, no thank you, Lady Jessica," he said, trembling. Prettykins was completely taken aback. Lady Jessica was an unknown quantity and he didn't know what she might do. Only Mummy normally spoke to him like that and he knew what to expect from her. But he knew better than to argue and he remembered what Mummy had said about 'no nonsense at bedtime'. A moment later Penny arrived with his bottle. "Come on, baby. Come to Mummy for your bottle." As Penny sat down and gestured for him to lie across her lap, Prettykins couldn't believe his luck. He couldn't wait to obey her. Still frightened by Jessica's outburst, he didn't know what to expect next but he immediately did as Penny commanded and tried to relax. "Come to Mummy, baby. Lie back. Right back! That's better. Now open." Held down across Penny's lap, she supported him with one arm as Prettykins opened his mouth to receive the rubber teat. He loved feeling the warmth of her body and could hear the beat of her heart as she held his head against her budding breast and guided the rubber nipple between his lips. But oh, how desperate he was to be held to her own pretty little breast. Inside his nappy his little man twitched like mad, although not very effectively as he'd just done a little spurt while on the changing mat. He was in a combined state of total bliss and utter torment. To be so close to such a beautiful young girl, to feel the warmth of her body and to feel her tender hand cupping the back of his head, her gorgeous little breasts only millimetres away from his face but forever inaccessible, was an experience that tormented him and drove him wild. Suddenly all the humiliations the girls had put him through seemed almost worth it just to have this one tender moment which he would make last as long as possible. But that wouldn't be as long as he'd like as Penny's voice distracted him from his reverie. "Come along, Prettykins. Drink your milk," she said as he gazed up into her beautiful young face and looked into her gorgeous brown eyes. It was a genuine moment of the most tender intimacy. It was the first time he had been able to look anyone in the eye that day and he wondered whether Penny herself was dreaming of when she might have a real baby of her own. Oh, how he would love to be her baby! But shouldn't he be thinking that he'd like to be her lover and the father of her baby? Confused, he didn't pursue the thought and once again just surrendered to the experience: an experience he wanted to go on forever, a moment of total bliss. "Come along, baby, you're not paying attention. Suck and swallow. We don't have all night. If we have to tell your Mummy that you took so long to drink your milk that you weren't in your cot by six o'clock, she's going to be very angry with her little Prettykins and you won't have a Mummy Kiss on your behaviour chart today." Jolted back to reality, Prettykins looked up at her with pleading eyes and obediently sucked and swallowed as hard as he could. He would do anything for such a gorgeous young girl and found himself hoping that Mummy would ask them to babysit him again. Once he had finished his bottle, Jessica took it away and left Penny to wipe baby's mouth. "Right, Prettykins, let's get you into your cot," Penny ordered as she guided him firmly towards his sturdily-constructed, adult-sized replica of a baby's cot. Despite the pink and white lace canopy above it, it's pink-painted steel bars made it look more like a little cage than a cot. "Time for your beauty sleep," Jess added teasingly, pleased to see that Prettykins now looked a little scared of her. Then, smiling sweetly at him, she lifted the metal side of the cot, which clanged like a cell door, and locked it into place. Ostensibly the side was pulled up to stop baby from falling out but, like so much in a big baby's world, it had a dual purpose and was definitely designed to keep him in. The girls looked knowingly at each other and peered down at him as he lay helplessly contained. What beautiful smiles they had and how desperately he wanted to be close to both of them ~ especially Penny. But he knew they were forever unattainable. As a free man he'd be regarded with suspicion if he tried to get close to such girls who were only half his age. And as a baby, they were in charge of him and therefore still completely beyond his reach. But he was grateful for small mercies and, having had the ecstatic experience of being held in Penny's arms to be fed, was also pleased to finally be back in a fresh, dry nappy. The girls had done an efficient job and he felt comfortable and nappy-secure as he gazed out longingly between the metal bars of his cot at their pretty little breasts as they turned away and walked towards the door, laughing and whispering to each other. Left alone, his padded pink satin mittens were effective in denying him access to his increasingly agitated 'little man'. He couldn't reach inside the elasticated waistband of his knickers and plastic panties and, even if he'd been able to, he couldn't have taken hold of his eager little penis. He resented Lady Jessica for making him wear mittens but of course she knew exactly what he'd be doing if she hadn't. His infant prick had given him away, as it always did. He thought how much he'd like to be in bed with Lady Penelope. Then he thought again about Auntie Pamela and felt another little twitch inside his nappy. It was with thoughts like these that Prettykins often consoled himself during the long hours of restlessness in his cot, especially when Mummy had one of her friends to stay. He wondered what she was doing at that moment. Would the ladies be in a bar chatting up all the men? What a faded memory that part of his life had now become. Permanently in nappies, there would no more nightclubs and cocktails. All he knew now was frustration, humiliation and the smell of baby lotion. A moment later, his little fantasies were brought to an abrupt end as he felt an urgent need to pee. He'd only been dry for about half an hour and it felt so unfair that he needed to go again already. If he called out, would the girls come and change him again so soon? Would they even hear him? He didn't dare put it to the test. He'd been warned not to be a nuisance, and he so desperately wanted that extra Mummy Kiss on his behaviour chart. Desperately, he held on for as long as he could but the inevitable happened. A hot flow began to trickle into his nappy, undermining all his resolve until he gave up and let go completely. Realising he was in for another long, uncomfortable night, he remembered the options Mummy had determined for his future. The only hope of escaping from nappies was to be so good and obedient that Mummy would potty-train him but then turn him into her little girl. Nevertheless, the idea of being in nappies had always had a certain appeal for him. Once again he felt trapped in babyland. Why couldn't it be simple? He just wanted to be in nappies sometimes but with Angela it was always 'all or nothing'. As his nappy became increasingly sodden and heavy, he wriggled to get comfortable and, against the background noise from the next room where his two gorgeous babysitters were watching TV and laughing, his baby tears began to flow yet again, until eventually he cried himself to sleep. ? THE END ? READER'S NOTE: Despite getting a good report from Lady Jessica and Lady Penelope, Prettykins did not earn that extra Mummy Kiss he had been hoping for on his behaviour chart. Instead he was awarded a Naughty Bottom for having had naughty thoughts about Auntie Pamela earlier that afternoon. This meant that he could not go to Mummy's bed that weekend and had to wait another month. We understand that when he finally got to Mummy's bed, he was so desperate to discharge his sissy cream that he came before Mummy said he could and was given the longest bare-bottom spanking he'd ever had as well as a six month ban from Mummy's bed. Meanwhile, he continues his nappied existence with regular visits from his aunties and babysitters. He now has eight dollies to play with and is constantly worrying about getting their clothes mixed up, which means they now keep him fully occupied. But a far greater concern for Prettykins is the possibility that of one of Mummy's lovers might be moving in with her, which means that baby may have to become a full-time resident at the Wee Willie Winkie Regressive Nursery for adult babies. [Lucinda Hunter-Boys would like to thank Angela for making these added details about her precious baby available. She has assured us that once a decision has been made about Prettykins' future, she will let us know so that we can report on his continuing regression whenever she visits him in the aptly-named Wee Willie Winkie Nursery.] ***
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