Jennie's Potty-Training

by Baby Jennie

  

Chapter 5. Bad Baby Jennie

I awoke in the same position the next morning, but by this time the nappies clinging to my loins were heavily drenched. I could feel the delicious warm wet weight of them pressing on my bottom, and the delightful soggy thickness forced my thighs wonderfully wide apart. Not only that, my dolly Justine was tucked under the blanket beside me and I could smell that her nappy was wet, too. It was only when I rolled onto my side that I realised a firm little log of poo-poo must have slipped out of my slackened anal sphincter during the night without disturbing my heavy slumber. The musty fruity-herb smell of a recently-soiled nappy clouded the air around me as I sensuously wriggled onto my back, and when my peenie started to thicken I had a wicked thought. Seeing that I had already dirtied my nappy slightly, I decided to make a thorough job of it.

I pushed teddy out of the way and rolled onto my front again. I raised my messy bottom, sliding my knees under my tummy so my big diapered rear was prominently raised. My plastic panties were stretched taut as I poked my dirty wet bum right out, the tight stretchy onesie pulling more snugly between my thighs and pressing the solid excreted turd delightfully hard against the sensitive place between my poo-poo hole and my ball sack. Then I spread my little legs as wide as I could, took a deep breath and held it as I pressed my face into the crackling plastic-covered crib mattress. I pushed down hard with my tummy muscles, my cheeks turning red and bulging with the effort, and I was rewarded with a sudden rush of hot poop from my dilated botty hole. I spread my damp thighs wider as I forcibly soiled my nappy, and then a stream of hot wee-wees unexpectedly burst from my thickening peenie as well, making me gasp with pleasure into the crib sheet.

I grunted into the sheets bunched around my face as I tried to completely empty my bowels in this unfamiliar infantile position - on my knees, face-down with my bum up high - and the heavy mush slowly oozed out of my straining botty hole. Semi-soft crap gradually slid down between my spread bumcheeks, where it gathered in the sagging front of my warm wet nappy. The thick creamy poo-poo surrounding my sack and peenie was much hotter than my wee-wees, and as soon as the flow of urine dwindled to a halt, I started to swell with arousal. By the time I straightened my knees and let myself slide down onto my tummy again, my throbbing erection was cocooned in a hot brown slurry that acted as a smelly lubricant for my twisted self-gratification. I closed my eyes and wantonly thrust myself into the exciting hot poopy mess inside my soiled wet nappies, revelling in the fantastic erotic sensations. As I slid and rocked about, the rich personal scent of my own fresh excrement mixed in with the smell of my wee-wees, escaped the tight elastic waistband of my baby panties, wafting about my face like a heady overpowering perfume. The plastic mattress protector and my thick vinyl panties crackled and crinkled loudly, adding a wonderful auditory element to the overwhelming feelings of pleasure that engulfed me.

I don't know how long I rocked and grunted and thrust away into my wonderfully hot, saturated, poop-filled nappy, but I was totally unaware that my little sister had been awakened by my noisy masturbatory antics. Angie was sitting up in her bed, rubbing her eyes with her tiny fists and peering at me through sleepy lids when Mummy's hard hand came crashing down on my bobbing rear end. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "Bad girl! Bad baby girl! Naughty Baby Jennie!" Mummy stormed angrily at me, as she repeatedly spanked my dirty diapered bottom. I squealed in fright, and then she grabbed my writhing hips and unceremoniously rolled me onto my back. She gripped my shoulders painfully hard, and shook me violently for a few seconds until my eyes lost focus, and then thrust me onto my back again and pressed my dolly Justine into my arms. "You lie still and hold your dolly, you dirty bad baby! Pooh! What a stinky little girl! What a disgusting little creature you are! Whatever am I going to do with you, Baby Jennie?" she snarled in fury, waving an admonishing finger at me before attending to Angie.

My cheeks were blazing with embarrassment when I realised my curious little sister had been watching me the whole time through the wooden bars of my cot, and I covered my eyes with my forearm as I cowered in shame. Mummy left me lying on my back in the crib while she attended to Angie's wet night nappy, and as soon as my sister was freshly diapered and dressed in her new pink sunfrock and matching bloomers, Mummy sent her on her way with a gentle encouraging smack on her puffy diapered bottom. Then she turned her attention on me, and I cringed under the anger glinting in her olive-green eyes. Mummy stamped on the release lever to unlock the crib side and let it drop with a frightening loud crash, making me jump and cry out in terror. She painfully hauled me out of the cot by one tender ear, and dragged me over to the hard wooden chair waiting in the corner.

I only realised her intent when she sat down and forcibly turned me over her broad lap, arranging me so my stinky wet bottom was perched high in the air and my blushing red face was almost touching the floor. She unsnapped my onesie crotch, then her hand came crashing down on my diapered rear end, the clinging damp plastic panties seeming to amplify the sound of each hard spank. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "Bad Baby Jennie! Bad little girl! You're a dirty, disgusting baby!" Mummy harshly reprimanded me as she soundly spanked my well-presented botty. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Despite the many layers of padding, the saturated poopy nappies seemed to mould to the curves of my out-thrust seat, so each hard spank was readily transmitted to my bouncing rear end. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "What a disgusting, dirty, bad little baby girl!" WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The thick layer of aromatic crap was smeared all over my battered bumcheeks by her vicious onslaught, but there was nothing exciting about my situation right now.

Mummy spanked my poor dirty botty long and hard, and I was sobbing uncontrollably by the time she had to pause to catch her breath. I was still bawling when she dumped me onto the change table and ripped the onesie from my body, and she tore down my baby panties with a snarl. My stinky wet nappy was swiftly unpinned and stripped away, and her harsh words rained down on me unendingly as she cleaned my mucky bottom and filthy shrivelled peenie with cool moist baby wipes. In the bathtub I was hosed down with freezing cold water that morning, and Mummy's hands were none-too-gentle as she scrubbed the smelly brown muck away from me front and back with a cold soapy washcloth. I was barely aware while Mummy oiled, powdered and diapered me afresh, and I remained limp and unresisting as she dressed me from head to toe like I really was a completely useless toddler.

After my black patent Maryjanes were buckled over my frilly white anklet socks, she made me lift Baby Justine onto the change table. I had to undress my dolly, clean her smooth rubber crotch with a baby wipe, and then powder her lightly. Under Mummy's direction, I folded the used wipe inside the smelly old diaper and taped it tightly closed, then sealed it in a scented nappy sack. Then she collected Angie's saved wet evening diaper from under the change table and wordlessly handed it to me. I had to tape the soggy used diaper around my baby dolly's hips and then replace her pilchers and panties. When Justine was fully dressed, I sullenly gathered her into my arms and miserably hugged my wet baby to my breast without being ordered.

It was only when my nappies warmed comfortingly around me while Mummy buckled me into the back seat of the car, that I remembered it was Sunday and we were on our way to Church. Angie and I were wearing the matching pink dresses and bloomers Mummy had sewn for us, and carrying our identical baby dolls. Mummy was wearing her new matching pink dress too, but she wasn't smiling this morning. I miserably wondered what was going to happen to me when we arrived at the Church Nursery, then thought about meeting Justine again. I absent-mindedly rubbed the warm front of damp nappies through my bloomers and in spite of my embarrassing situation, my peenie started to thicken and grow hard inside my soothing wet nappy. I was oblivious to the gusting wind and the dark grey clouds gathering in the distance, the forerunners to a major storm.

I made sure Angelica wasn't watching as I surreptitiously stroked the bloomers over the slippery rustling front of my baby panties, and I privately revelled in the thrilling sensations coming from my excited thickening peenie. Before I knew it we had arrived at the Church car park, and after Mummy unbuckled my seatbelt, she unexpectedly reached inside the waistband of my bloomers and plastic panties and discovered I was already wet - and hard! She was livid, and almost snarled at me as she hauled me bodily out of the car. "You make sure you keep hold of that dolly all day, my naughty, wet little baby girl!" Mummy urged Angie to walk ahead of us and open the Nursery door, and then she grabbed my left wrist and clenched it painfully in her left fist. WHACK! Her other hard hand swooped down on my wet padded bottom, and I almost dropped my dolly in shock. I squealed in alarm and tried to jump away, but Mummy kept a tight hold of my wrist and smacked my tender bottom all the way up the broad path to the door of the Nursery. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Because my thick nappy was barely damp in the rear, it was much louder than is was painful. But I shrieked like a frightened little girl just the same, and ineffectually tried to dance out of reach of Mummy's cruel punishing hand, while the wind blew my dress and frothy petties up around my red face. When I heard a quiet ripple of laughter behind me, my cheeks burned with shame. It was mortifying to be spanked by my Mummy and humiliated like a naughty toddler in front of all the bemused grown-ups heading past us on their way to Church service. I was sobbing pitifully by the time Mummy finally relaxed her vise-like grip on my wrist and smacked me away from her in disgust. "Get in the Nursery where you belong, you disgusting vile child!" I stumbled into the huge room clutching Baby Justine to my breast, unaware that all the children had turned to look at me because my vision was blurred by tears. "I only changed the little cry-baby's nappy fifteen minutes ago, and she's already wet herself," she cruelly informed the alarmed elderly woman who hobbled to the door to greet us. "I think my naughty Baby Jennie enjoys the feel of her stinky wet diapers," Mummy growled in annoyance, casting a withering glance at me.

"Oh dear!" the old woman muttered in concern, holding a wrinkled blue-veined hand to her red-painted slash of a mouth. "Do you want me to change your... err... your baby daughter's wet nappy?"

"Don't bother," my mother disdainfully replied. "My bad Baby Jennie seems to like it so much, let her sit in her own waste until I return from service. What a dirty, disgusting baby girl I've got!" Mummy muttered mostly to herself, before she turned away and departed. The befuddled elderly woman shook her head in confusion at my mother's callous decision, and then I spotted Justine, the teenage Nursery attendant approaching.

The gorgeous buxom redhead was a blurry vision in soft pink that morning, her scoop-necked pastel-pink knitted dress clinging like a second skin to every delicious bump and curve. Her bare legs were long and lightly tanned under the brief hemline, and she wore a pair of white strappy espadrilles on her dainty feet. I don't know why it struck me, but I also noticed her tiny toenails were painted the exact same shade as her dress. I clutched my baby doll tighter while I waddled as quickly as I could towards the delectable smiling teenager. When she knelt and opened her arms in acceptance, I fell into her welcoming embrace with a sob of relief. Her big brown eyes were like two dark chocolate pools radiating warmth and concern, and her hands were soft and gentle on my tear-streaked face.

"Oh you poor baby! Awww, don't cry! Don't worry, Mrs O'Sullivan. You look after Angelica, and I'll take care of our little Baby Jennie here," Justine assured the distracted old lady, as she gathered me and my dolly in her arms and swept me away. "That's a very pretty doll you have there, Baby Jennie. Is she yours?" She smiled kindly down at me when I tearfully nodded, still incapable of speech. I held my baby doll cradled in one arm and clutched Justine's hand tightly, and let the grinning young woman lead me along like an distraught toddler. I hoped she wouldn't ask me for my doll's name! Once we were in the deserted tea-room, Justine lifted me off my feet and sat on the long lounge with me sitting on her warm bare knees. She tried heroically to stop me crying, but I was temporarily inconsolable. She cooed and clucked in wordless mothering tones as she made me lie across the old lounge with my head in her soft inviting lap, and she tenderly dried my tears with her perfumed lace-edged handkerchief. I clutched my wet doll tighter in my arms as I cried like a big sissy in front of this beautiful teenager, fat tears of shame rolling down my hot red cheeks.

"There there, Baby Jennie. Aww, my poor little baby girl. Oh, it's alright, precious! It's okay, baby, Auntie Justine has you now. You're safe, and everything's going to be all right..." She cuddled me closer to her generous bosom and rocked me in her loving embrace, and gradually my hiccupping sobs began to subside. "I know what you need," she softly whispered in my ear as she maternally cradled my head. "I know what my poor little baby girl needs to help stop her crying," she cooed in tender loving tones. I had my weeping eyes closed so I couldn't see what she was doing, but my nostrils were filled with the delightful fragrant scent of her musky perfume. I vaguely felt her fumbling near my chin for a minute, and then something warm and wonderfully soft was pressed against my cheek and then to my pouting wet lips. "Open up, baby," she softly encouraged me, as she teased the erect nipple of her right breast into my open mouth. "You have a little suck on Aunty Justine's titty. That always calms my little babies down." My parted lips automatically closed around her thickening warm nipple, and I opened my blurry eyes when I instinctively started to suck.

Justine had stretched her scoop-necked knit dress down in front, and slipped one round white breast free from the confines of her shiny pink satin bra cup. She was cradling the soft warm mound of flesh in one hand, and the fat russet nipple poking between her splayed fingers was pressed deeply into my mouth. I wanted to draw back and stare in awe at her full naked breast, but there was no way I was going to let that delectable hard nipple out of my mouth. I gazed up at her beautiful face instead and sucked for all I was worth, and the gorgeous red-head pressed her hand against the back of my head, almost mashing my face against her plump creamy titty in excitement as I drew more of her luscious teat into my greedy mouth.

"Suck, baby. That's a good girl. Ooo, you do that so well! Suck harder, Baby Jennie. Mmmm, like that. Ohh, mmm, that's my good baby girl," she muttered throatily as I obediently drew harder on her swollen nipple, and for some reason I seemed to instantly calm down and my eyelids fluttered closed. As I reflexively tongued the luscious teat against the roof of my mouth, my tears vanished like magic, and I suddenly felt warm and loved and content. Justine was softly stroking my cheek and patting my hair, crooning to me in nonsense baby-talk as I continued to suckle like a hungry babe at her firm heavy breast. "Oh that feels good, doesn't it, honey? Mmmm. That's right, baby, keep sucking just like that. Oh yes! Mmmm! Good girl. Ooo! Aunty Justine loves it when you suck her titties like that. Mmmm, good girl. Good Baby Jennie! Oooooo!" I opened my eyes to shyly gaze up at her beautiful face, but from the glazed look of her eyes, she didn't appear to notice. Her sweet voice seemed to grow thicker with each passing minute and her big brown eyes suddenly squeezed tightly shut. I could feel her pressing and rubbing her thighs together under my head, and she started to tremble slightly.

"Oh yes! Oh yes, baby! Suck my nipple harder, Baby Jennie. Don't stop! Mmmm! Good girl! Good baby girl!" she groaned, and then she threw back her head, carelessly tossing her mane of thick red hair over her shoulders as she began to twitch and moan incoherently. I thought she was going to crush my head for a few seconds, she squeezed me so tightly against her sweaty heaving bosom. The swollen nipple in my mouth went hard as a pebble, and her warm heavy breast seem to swell and grow suddenly firmer against my cheek. "Oh baby! Oh! Oh! Oooo!" she quietly groaned, her pink lips pulled back in the rictus of a smile. After another minute of shuddering, her painfully tight grip on my head thankfully relaxed. I continued to dutifully suckle on her hard nipple for a few more seconds, but then she pried me away by slipping the tip of her index finger into my mouth to break my suction grip. For a moment all I could taste was her nail polish, and I opened my eyes wide in surprised disappointment

She tenderly gazed down at me lying in her lap for a few moments, a faraway languid look in her lustrous brown eyes. "That's enough for now, little girl," she crooned tenderly to me, as she tucked her beautiful heavy breast inside the shiny hammock of her pink satin bra. "They always get really sensitive after I cum," she helpfully explained, as she rearranged the front of her knit dress, and giggled when I pouted up at her in disappointed confusion. "How old are you again, Baby Jennie?" she demanded with a throaty laugh, and I blushed mightily when I again confessed to her that I was really thirteen. "Oh well," she then continued, in that condescending tone adults always use when they're discussing sexual matters with small children. "Don't worry about it, my pretty little girl. I'm sure you'll find out what Aunty Justine means soon enough." Her cryptic remarks did nothing to satisfy my curiosity, but I didn't care when she reached down and patted the front of my panties, before grabbing my hard stiffie through my wet nappies and bloomers and continuing playfully. "I'm sure my naughty little girl has been experimenting with her hands inside her wet nappies already. Haven't you, Baby Jennie? Tell Aunty Justine the truth now." She pouted sexily and her eyelids drooped seductively as her tone turned coy and secretive. But when I shook my head in confused denial, she merely threw back her head and laughed loudly in disbelief, while she continued to thrillingly caress my excited groin through the clinging layers of my deliciously warm wet nappies.

She rubbed the pink cotton bloomers up and down over the prominent bulge with her palm, and the soft cloth slithered sensuously over the slippery smooth pink plastic panties underneath. Her big brown eyes watched my face speculatively as she squeezed and rubbed me, teasing the throbbing hardness trapped beneath to greater fullness. Suddenly I wanted her to touch me down there - to touch me inside my diaper! My nappies were a warm wet prison for me now, and I was desperate to be free of their humid confines. But Justine obviously had other plans, because she released her thrilling grip on my nappy front and sat me up, and then helped me unsteadily to my feet. With a smile and a bemused shake of her head at the obvious bulge in my panties, she straightened the front of my dress and petties, and then took me by the hand and led me slowly waddling outside to play with the other toddlers in the Nursery. I knew my bloomer panties were tenting out in front, but my floaty pink sundress and frothy petticoats were thankfully long enough to conceal the fact.

I found my eyes locked on the fascinating curves of Justine's bosom for the remainder of the morning, and the entrancing glimpses of cleavage she slyly offered me. My throbbing stiffie wouldn't go down, even when I became desperate to do another wee-wee. I had to slink off by myself and will my erection away before I could thankfully empty my straining full bladder. But as soon as the hot stream dwindled to a halt, I started to grow hard again inside my deliciously warm wet nappy. Because it felt so good, I would secretly rub the front of my panties whenever I thought no one was watching. I spent the remainder of the hour in a state of constant arousal, and I was practically a shivering wreck by the time Mummy came to collect us after service.

As soon as Mummy spied me, she frowned and motioned me to come to her with a summoning wave of her hand. I snatched my hand away from my crotch and awkwardly clambered to my feet with my dolly in my arms, and waddled slowly over to her. I was so frightened my stiffie started wilting immediately, thank goodness! She coldly ordered, "Lift up your dress, Baby Jennie. Let Mummy check that droopy nappy to see how wet you are." Of course I was saturated by this time, and she simply pulled the waistband of my bloomers and my plastic panties away from my tummy before sniffing loudly in contempt. "Oh dear! What a smelly, wet little girl you are, Baby Jennie!" She made sure she scolded me loudly enough for everyone in the Nursery to hear, then announced, "That diaper is too drenched to last my helpless little wetter through breakfast. I think we'd better change your saturated nappy right away, little girl." She produced the pink-checked vinyl change bag from behind her back and grabbed my wrist, turning her attention to Justine standing behind me. "Would you like to help me change Baby Jennie's wet nappy, Justine?" I turned to gaze up hopefully at the beautiful smiling teenager, but she ignored my pleading eyes to look only at my stern-faced Mummy.

Why certainly, Mrs. R!" she agreed with an amused smirk, her rich chocolate eyes lighting up with poorly concealed glee. "Let me escort you to the tea-room, where we can have a little more privacy." Justine walked ahead of us, and I stared at the beautiful big bottom under her tight clinging pink dress as it swayed and danced hypnotically before my eyes. "By the way, I love your matching pink outfits," she tossed over her shoulder to Mummy, who only smiled thinly in response. Mummy kept my slender wrist in her iron grip and before I knew it, my pink vinyl-backed change mat was being spread out on the old grey sofa by the smiling buxom teenager. I was then lifted onto my back on the lounge Justine had so recently used to breastfeed me. I knew I was still mostly hard inside my wonderfully warm wet nappy, and I desperately tried to will my shameful erection away while Mummy pulled down my frilly bloomers and plastic panties.

"She's very wet today," Justine commented with authority when she spied the saturated crotch of my nappy. Mummy paused to order me to lift my bottom so she could make sure the protective change mat was spread out properly beneath me.

"Baby Jennie is always wet. I think she enjoys sitting in her wet nappies. And down, baby," Mummy coldly directed me, and when my damp bottom obediently dropped, she immediately unfastened the big pink pins and lowered the saturated yellow front of my clinging wet nappy.

"Oh yes, Baby Jennie certainly seems to love her warm wet nappies, all right," Justine wryly observed when my embarrassing erection was finally revealed. "Here, let me clean her up?" she asked my grim-faced mother, who nodded curtly and stood beside us watching carefully as the gorgeous teenager began wiping my hard red stiffie and glistening urine-stained crotch with some cool baby wipes. Justine towered over me and leaned forward between my splayed legs, till her bountiful breasts almost spilled free from her plunging neckline. With each tantalising swipe of the soothing wipes her enticing cleavage deepened, then opened again, and my stiffie only seemed to swell harder in response.

"Lots of my little charges get so excited when Aunty Justine has to clean up their messy bottoms," she commented airily as she disposed of the used wipe in a handy bin, and then she expertly collected and raised my ankles with one hand. She grabbed another couple of wipes and tilted me further back onto my shoulders so my damp bottom was shamefully exposed, and carefully cleaned between my spread cheeks with a dismissive gay laugh. "Sometimes it's almost impossible to pin them into their clean nappies afterwards. Let me show you what I usually do with the over-excited ones," she suggested to my mother with a twinkling smile. As she finished wiping my crack, she poked a wipe-covered finger right inside my delicate wrinkled rosebud, till I squealed piteously at the unwarranted intrusion and vainly tried to wriggle away. She ignored my shrill cries of distress and carelessly let my ankles drop. After showing it to Mummy, she discarded the brown-stained baby wipe in the nearby trash can, accompanied by a significant glance to my unsmiling parent. Justine washed her hands at the sink, and then stepped over to the tiny fridge under the bench against the wall.

I didn't see Justine remove the big steel spoon from the freezer, but I squealed in alarm when she used it to cup my sensitive ball sack and then cover my stiff peenie. The frozen spoon had the instantaneous desired effect, and my throbbing stiffie quickly wilted under this unfair assault. As I shrieked and bucked, I tried to clamp my legs shut and wriggle away from the freezing steel viciously pressed against my shrinking genitals. But Mummy grabbed hold of my knees and simply forced them wider apart, and harshly commanded me to be quiet and behave and lie still. I started to sniffle and then cry real tears of pain and humiliation, and my face grew hotter when Justine loudly observed, "I normally give my teary little ones a dummy to suck when I do this to them. It seems to help calm their tears. Does Baby Jennie have a dummy she can suck?" she asked my sneering mother, who shook her head disdainfully.

"No, Baby Jennie doesn't have a dummy. Not yet," was Mummy's distantly yelled reply. She pressed my shoulders back before she grabbed my knees again, relentlessly holding me in place until my shrivelling peenie and scrotum had almost disappeared inside my body. I shrieked and wailed in discomfort, and shuddered violently all over while I gazed up uncomprehendingly at my cruel red-headed tormentress through tear-blurred eyes. Her beautiful face was impassive and her dark brown eyes unreadable, but I'm sure mine expressed my sense of confusion and betrayal. "I must remember that trick," my Mummy noted in a thoughtful tone, and I shuddered at the frightening portent of that comment. As soon as Mummy released my knees, she grabbed my ankles and forced them high over my head. Justine slipped two prepared clean nappies underneath my folded frame, and Mummy lowered my shivering botty onto the waiting pile of soft fluffy terrycloth. She handed her the nappy liners and watched the pretty teenager with almost professional interest, nodding in approval as Justine thoroughly powdered my miniscule pale scrotum and shivering bottom, and then expertly pinned the fresh nappy tightly over my hips with two big pink pins each side.

"She's certainly a very heavy wetter, your Baby Jennie," Justine commented knowingly as she closed the second pin on the last side. "Two pins each side will certainly help to stop her nappies from sliding off when they're saturated. Plus they make it harder for this inquisitive little miss to slip her naughty little hands inside her tight wet nappies." Mummy only compressed her lips into a thin bloodless line at that prophetic comment, and Justine replaced my damp plastic panties before pulling my bloomers up my compliantly raised legs. "There you go, Baby Jennie!" Justine brightly exclaimed, as she lifted me to my feet and handed me my doll, and then she urged me towards my Poe-faced Mother with an encouraging crisp smack on my heavily padded rear. "A fresh, clean-smelling baby girl - for the moment."

"Yes - for the moment," my Mummy agreed with an exaggerated sigh of long suffering, as I waddled towards her clutching my Baby Justine. "Certainly she won't stay dry for very long. My wicked Baby Jennie seems to love weeing and pooing in her nappies like a naughty little baby, making lots of yucky stinky messes for her poor Mummy to clean up." I ducked my head and felt my cheeks grow warm with shame at Mummy's embarrassing revelations, which only seemed to inspire my mother to further humiliate me. "Oh and by the way, did Baby Jennie tell you what she named her new baby dolly? This one, that I purchased for her yesterday?"

"Why no, she didn't," replied the teenager with a cheeky grin, as she glanced at the doll I still clutched in my arms. "I was admiring Baby Jennie's dolly earlier. She certainly is a lucky baby girl." She turned to me and asked in honeyed toddler tones, "What is your pretty baby's name, Baby Jennie?" She spoke to me exactly as though she was addressing a shy little girl, and my mother's cruel smile only grew broader.

I shrank away from Justine's searching gaze and felt my cheeks grow hotter at her condescending tone. But my Mummy's harsh expression warned me I'd better tell the truth, so I haltingtly admitted; "Her name- My baby- Her name is Baby Justine," I finally blurted in an embarrassed rush. I felt absolutely mortified, but the amused teenager seemed to take pity on me.

After briefly laughing, the stunning young woman knelt down in front of me, and my eyes locked on her deep inviting cleavage without conscious thought. "I think that's a lovely compliment, Baby Jennie," she kindly informed me, and she raised my drooping chin with one beautifully manicured pink fingernail, making me lift my humiliated gaze to her face till I could see she was beaming with delight. "What a precious little baby girl you are!" I began to feel better until Mummy unkindly interrupted.

"Oh, my Baby Jennie certainly seems to have a crush on you, Justine. As you probably know, little girls develop crushes on their pretty babysitters so easily. But I'm glad to see you know how to treat naughty little babies like mine, especially when changing their wet nappies."

"As I said before, Mrs R," Justine replied evenly, standing beside my mother and taking my small hand possessively in hers. "If you want to leave a change of nappies with me for this pretty little baby girl, I'd be happy to change her for you when she's too wet."

"I'll certainly think about it now," Mummy promised, and after collecting Angie and her doll Baby Sophie, she led us out to the car. The morning sun had disappeared behind a wall of dark grey clouds, the sombre weather appearing to match my gloomy circumstances.

As soon as my mother and Angelica walked a few paces ahead of us, Justine leaned closer to me and whispered conspiratorially in my ear. "Sorry about the frozen spoon trick. But I wanted your Mummy to feel confident about leaving you with me in the future, and letting me change your wet nappies. I'll make it up to you next time I babysit you, Baby Jennie. I promise." The chill wind almost whipped her quietly-spoken words away and lifted my dress and petticoats distractingly, and with both hands occupied, I struggled to keep my flying hemline in place with my dolly. Justine fell silent when she handed me over to Mummy to buckle into our car's back seat, and she smiled and waved to us as we drove off, trying to hold her windblown red hair down with her free hand.

I was sullen and miserable when Daddy secured me in the highchair at our usual Sunday restaurant for breakfast, but Angie sitting in her highchair opposite was so bubbly and excited, she chattered enough for all of us. She insisted Mummy place our dolls carefully together in another highchair the elderly manager kindly brought to our table. A tiny smile tugged involuntarily at the corners of my mouth when I saw how cute our pretty twin babies looked sitting side-by-side. After Angie's and my bib were clipped around our necks by a helpful grinning young waitress, Mummy proceeded to feed me my breakfast while Daddy fed Angie, and my parents openly discussed me as though I wasn't even there. When I realised there wasn't even a strut in front of the highchair to rub my wet crotch against, I slumped dispiritedly in my infantile restraints.

Over breakfast Mummy mentioned the embarrassing subject of my apparently diminishing bladder and bowel control. After a careful glance at my baby sister, busily chewing away and preoccupied watching the table of little girls next to ours, Mummy informed Daddy in a hushed voice that she suspected their naughty Baby Jennie was unfortunately starting to enjoy her wet and dirty nappies. They frankly discussed my disgusting newfound fascination while Mummy spoon-fed me scrambled eggs for breakfast, and they acted as though I couldn't understand a single word they were saying. Then it occurred to me that it didn't really appear like they were acting. I felt a chill of premonition when I realised they actually had started to view me as another toddler who needed potty-training; nothing but a small child who had unfortunately acquired some unsavoury bad habits. My cheeks grew hotter and my ears buzzed with humiliation until I tried to blot out their shameful conversation by thinking about something - anything else. When I felt my nappy grow warmer around my bottom, the familiar soothing heat comforted me, and I relaxed completely and let my lovely hot wee-wees flow freely into my thick and thirsty swaddling. I fixated on the memory of Justine's beautiful firm teat in my mouth earlier that morning, simply opening my mouth whenever the loaded spoon approached, chewing and then swallowing with difficulty through a throat thick and tight with shame.

When Mummy handed me my pink sippy-cup full of juice from the baby bag, she informed Daddy that her big sister Cathy was coming to visit for the afternoon to meet their new big baby girl. After they both glanced meaningfully at me, she didn't seem surprised when he immediately decided to drive to his golf club and play golf or cards with the boys for the rest of the day. My beautiful Aunty Cath is a real bossy-boots, and the whole family normally tries to stay out of her way - except Mummy, of course; but sometimes Aunty Cath even bosses her around unmercifully. The black clouds had rolled over and the first fat drops of rain were falling when we drove home, my nappies growing wetter in sympathy as Daddy switched on the swishing windscreen wipers. When he pulled up in our driveway, Mummy unbuckled us and quickly ushered us inside before the torrential downpour really started. Then Daddy drove away alone, while I had to follow Mummy upstairs leading Angelica by the hand for her diaper change. She undressed my sister down to her disposable and baby panties, and lifted her onto the change table.

My sister had done a big smelly poo-poo in her wet diaper during lunch, and after I had carefully removed the saggy soiled disposable from under her raised bottom, Mummy took the unfolded item from me without a word. I was made to clean Angie's dirty bot-bot and puffy brown-stained slit thoroughly with baby wipes, and thankfully I managed not to smear any yucky excrement on me this time. I had to massage in the scented pink baby lotion front and back, and powder my little sister all over before taping a fresh diaper around her loins, and then Mummy lifted her down from the change table. She dressed Angie in a white Barbie onesie and some red snap-crotch shorts, tied her pink sneakers over the same frilly socks, and then urged her to go and play with her baby doll in the sunroom.

As soon as my bubbling baby sister vanished from sight, Mummy took my doll from Angie's bed and placed her on her back on the change table. I was expecting her to lift me up onto the padded table for a nappy change, and glanced up at her in surprise. "It's time to change your Baby Justine's diaper too, don't you think, Baby Jennie?" From her icy condescending tone, I knew she didn't expect a reply. I simply undressed my baby, silently untaping the smelly stale wet diaper with relief and then folding it and taping it closed, before placing it in the pleasantly scented nappy sack my stony-faced mother held open and waiting for me. I had to wipe my baby down with a wipe from the plastic tub, and then powder her bottom and crotch and gently rub it in like she was a real baby. As soon as the full nappy sack was discarded in the bin beside the change table, Mummy turned to me and her olive-green eyes were cold and unforgiving. She took my sister's yucky poopy diaper from under the change table where she had placed it, and carefully handed the foul-smelling item to me.

"Tape this dirty diaper on your baby, Baby Jennie," she disdainfully ordered, and my face fell when she snapped, "and be careful about it!" My bottom lip stuck out despondently when I lifted my baby doll's bottom into the air and delicately slid the awful poopy diaper under her. Stinky brown poo-poo stuck to Justine as soon as I lowered her pink rubber flesh into the soft pile of excrement, and I grimaced in distaste as I gingerly taped the re-sealable tabs in place. I replaced my doll's plastic panties as carefully as I could, and was relieved when no poop managed to leak out. I slid Justine's frilly pink rumba panties back in place when ordered, and almost gagged when Mummy made me clutch my dirty smelly baby to my breast. My nappies were lovely and warm and wet around my sensitive groin, and I was confused when Mummy led me out to the laundry without even checking my nappy.

I had to wash another load of smelly wet nappies before I was allowed to go and play 'Mummies and babies' with Angie, but after a few minutes of playing together, my sister frowned and pushed me away. "Pee-yew! Your baby stinks!" she complained bitterly, screwing up her petite snub nose and shaking her head in disgust. "You're not a very good Mummy, Baby Jennie." Her frown deepened as she concentrated, and then she smiled forgivingly. "But maybe that's 'cause you're still just a baby, too!" My curt retort was cut short by the loud ringing of our front doorbell, and I was so startled that a little lump of hot poop uncontrollably slipped out of my undisciplined botty hole before I could squeeze my slackened sphincter shut. Oh no! Aunty Cath was here, and I was wet and dirty again!

Continued in chapter 6.

Ha-ha! Left on the edge of your seat again – I hope! Don't worry, there's lots more embarrassment and humiliation to come for our poor little Jeremy. Leave a post and let me know how you think it's progressing, will you? Take a few moments to post a review. It encourages me to keep writing – and posting my stories.

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