Potty-Training Baby Jennie

by Baby Jennie

Chapter 12. Bonnie's Story

  

Before we reached the top of the staircase, Tammy cried, "Wait a minute! Stay here with the baby. I'll be back in a second." I tottered wildly when she unexpectedly released my hand, and she whirled around and dashed back into the Nursery. When she returned, the gorgeous blonde teenager was carrying the tiny camcorder from the bathroom, and she slid past us on the landing and bounded down the stairs. As soon as she reached the ground, she turned to us and placed the camcorder viewer to her eye. I could see the red recording light blinking as she aimed the lens at us. "I think our precious Baby Jennie should like, bump her way down the stairs on her big fat diapered bottom, like a real little baby girl. After all, that's what she is, you know?"

"Good idea," agreed Bonnie with a malicious grin, and my cousin relaxed her tenacious grip on my wrist. "Sit down there on the top step, Baby Jennie, and show Aunty Tammy how you bump your way downstairs on that big puffy bot-bot, like a sweet little baby girl."

I knew there was no point objecting and obediently sat where she indicated, my glistening pink patent ballet flats resting on the step below. I carefully placed my wide-splayed feet on the next step down, and slid my heavily diapered rear forward, till my rustling pink PVC panties slipped far enough over the edge to let my tender padded rear drop with a loud 'plop' to the step where my feet had been. Then I slid my slippery leather-soled shoes down to the next step, and repeated the humiliating infantile procedure, my cheeks burning with shame. I started to wet again as I plopped onto the third step down, and warm wee-wees slowly trickled out of my shrivelled clittie into my thirsty thick nappy as I slowly padded downstairs like a clumsy toddler. I continued on my noisy plastic-sheathed bottom in this mortifying manner every step of the way, and my pink cheeks turned a rosier hue when Tammy chuckled richly as she filmed my unmistakable infantile antics.

Tammy desperately tried to keep from bursting into fits of laughter, as she didn't want the record she was making to be blurred by the uncontrollable shaking of her hands. She wanted to make sure that anyone who viewed this humiliating scene later, would know that I was the overgrown baby girl in the pretty pink outfit, slowly shuffling downstairs on her big diapered botty. When I finally reached the bottom, the girls wouldn't let me stand. They insisted I crawl down the hallway into the kitchen on all fours, since I was such a helpless little baby, and giggling Tammy filmed my shameful slow progress every humiliating inch of the way. The rustling chiffon petties and dangling pink dress hem caught under my hands and knees, making life more difficult and impeding my clumsy movements even more. The chortling teenagers slowly followed me as I awkwardly shuffled all the way to the kitchen, laughing and snidely commenting on the way my huge padded rear swished and swayed so femininely from side to side.

As soon as I crawled within reach of the highchair, Bonnie grabbed my around my slender waist and dragged me to my feet. "Upsa-daisy, Baby Jennie!" She twirled me around, making my rustling white chiffon petties dance and sway, before grabbing my padded hips and hoisting me into the air. She thrust my damp puffy rear into the pink highchair seat, and after Tammy placed the blinking camera on the breakfast bench directed at me, the two beautiful teens worked together like a well-oiled machine. While Tammy slid the pink wooden tray over the chair arms and securely locked it in place, Bonnie pulled the worn white leather seat belt tightly around my waist over my pink cotton frock and bunched chiffon petties, before buckling the end safely out of my reach behind my back. My bladder reacted normally to the increased pressure by emptying the remainder of its contents into my already damp nappy, without any conscious control from me. The half-moon cut-out of the highchair tray pressed against my overloaded tummy, and I ineffectually tried to wriggle back a few millimetres to give my poor bloated stomach some relief. The normally soft nappies felt scratchy and irritating on my tender bottom, as I painfully shifted from cheek to bruised cheek.

Bonnie clipped a clean baby-blue bib around my neck while she began reminiscing about how our relationship went sour. "When I was fourteen and April was seventeen, we were about the same size. She was an inch or so taller, but she was so skinny at that age. I outweighed her by like, ten kilos."

"Wow! She must have been thin," interjected Tammy enviously, and my buxom cousin briefly frowned in annoyance. Bonnie placed her voluminous brown leather shoulder bag on my tray, and started searching inside. After a few moments of poking around the rattling contents, she produced a small beige make-up purse with a shiny brass snap clip.

"Here we are!" Bonnie cried victoriously. "I put together a little make-up kit for my precious little niece. I know how much she loves looking like a pretty little girl. Don't worry, sweetie," she mockingly reassured me, when she saw my embarrassed expression. "These are all in your correct summer colours." Both girls giggled at this thoughtful comment as Bonnie pawed through her bag and produced two more items which she handed to Tammy, before continuing her story.

"So a few years ago, Aunty Isy was visiting us with her little Jeremy one summer Saturday afternoon, as usual, and we'd all been swimming in our pool. Angelica wasn't born then, but I'm pretty sure Aunty Isy was pregnant with a baby bump. When April and I went to our rooms later to shower and change, my sneaky little ten-year-old cousin followed us." My chatty cousin placed her huge leather handbag aside on the kitchen bench, and then snapped open the small beige purse. She tipped the contents onto my pink tray, and I glanced down in nervous anticipation at the feminine items noisily spilling out in front of me. I already recognised the lipstick and mascara she'd previously used on me, and I spotted a tiny pink pot of blusher and a small applicator brush, as well. There was also a brown eyebrow pencil and a pink lip-liner, which was the first item Bonnie selected after she yanked out my dum-dums and handed it to her smirking friend.

"Stretch your lips like Aunty Bonnie, sweetheart," she crooned to me like a loving parent, and I matched her expression with more expertise this time. Tammy giggled as my bossy brunette cousin heavily outlined my puffy lips with the pink pencil. When she finished, Bonnie ordered, "Keep those lips stretched wide for me, little girl." She reached behind her while watching my mouth closely, and Tammy slapped a small vial into her open palm like a theatre nurse delivering surgical instruments to a waiting surgeon's hand. Grinning maniacally, my cousin unscrewed the tiny vial and with the small pink brush attached to the lid, began to fill in between the lines she had drawn around my obediently parted lips. "I've always been good at like, hair and make-up and stuff, you know? Even when I was little," she commented, frowning and biting her plump bottom lip in concentration.

"I'll say!" Tammy enthusiastically agreed.

"Much better than April," Bonnie continued, as if she hadn't been interrupted. "By the time I was a teenager, I was even better with make-up than my mum - and she's really good at it," she reluctantly admitted. "Anyway, when we'd showered after swimming, April asked me to like, trim her pubes."

"What?" Tammy gasped, and Bonnie turned to face her to explain.

"You know, trim her pubic bush. April's always been a bit… you know, hairy down there. She knew I was better at it than her, and she often like, asked me to trim her pubes, so it would look neat for her boyfriend, you know?"

"Oh, okay," Tammy replied with a hint of uncertainty. I had no idea what Bonnie was talking about, and wondered what 'trimming April's pubes' had to do with her hating me. But I remained silent and tried to listen attentively as she returned to carefully painting my stretched lips pink again.

"So there we were, stark-naked after our showers. April was lying on her back on her damp towel spread on her bed, with her feet on the floor, and she like, called to me to come and give her a hand. When I wandered in she had her nail scissors in her hand, and she begged me to like, trim the edges of her muff. Her boyfriend Trevor didn't like it when the hair got in his mouth, you know?" Both gorgeous teens giggled at that risqué comment, and then they glanced down appraisingly at me, to see if I understood the import of their conversation. When I didn't react, they merely grinned and nodded sagely to each other.

While Bonnie was painting my gaping mouth and dredging up the past, I was closely observing her gorgeous girlfriend. Tammy opened another small vial of clear liquid and while I watched, she painted the inside of the pink plastic guard of my dum-dums. I frowned in confusion, struggling to keep my mouth stretched open the way Bonnie wanted while the beautiful blonde also painted the neck of the amber rubber teat with the clear sticky liquid. For a moment I thought the tiny bottle contained the same stuff that seeped out of my clittie whenever I became too excited, and I grimaced in disgust. "Keep your mouth still!" Bonnie snapped tersely, and I anxiously glanced at her glowering golden eyes and concentrated on holding my lips the way she wanted. When she finished with the tiny pink vial, my cousin carefully screwed on the lid and handed it back to the gorgeous grinning girl behind her, before continuing her story.

"I didn't mind giving my sister's bush a quick trim, so I took the scissors and like, knelt on the floor between her spread thighs, you know? I carefully trimmed the little black curls from around April's pussy lips, and then like, pursed my lips, leaned in close, and gently blew the cut hairs away from her damp snatch. She loved that!" Bonnie giggled at the naughty memory before continuing, mimicking her big sister's voice with unerring accuracy. "She grabbed my head with one hand and stopped me from backing away, and sighed with pleasure. 'Don't stop, Bonnie!' April ordered me. 'Do that again. Oh yes, like that! Don't stop! Oh yes, lick me like that! Oh! Don't… stop! Oh… yes! Don't… stop!' You should have heard her squeal when I touched her clit with my tongue!" While she was vividly describing the erotic lesbian encounter, I had a sudden flashback to that summer afternoon at Aunty Cath's, all those years ago.

I had grown tired of swimming and climbed out of the pool, needing to run to the toilet again. Mummy was always on my back those days, asking me every twenty minutes if I needed to go to the bathroom, and endlessly reminding me not to pee in the pool and embarrass her like last time. Whenever we went to our cousin's place to go swimming, my pushy Aunty always gave me some weird orange lollies to eat, as soon as we arrived. When I finally saw the bottle they came from and checked the label, I realised she was feeding me chewy orange-flavoured vitamin C tablets. Apart from being good for me, I later learned that the excess unabsorbed vitamin C was quickly excreted in my urine, turning it a dark golden yellow. My over-protective Aunty's sole intention was so that she could tell if I had uncontrollably peed in her precious pool again.

The tablets also contained high levels of sodium ascorbate, which significantly increased my thirst - and consequently, my urinary output. When I climbed out of the water to use the toilet again for the fifth or sixth time that sunny afternoon, the only toilet in the cabana beside the pool was already occupied. I rapidly dried myself off with my towel and then tossed it aside as I urgently shuffled toward the house, intending to use the main bathroom downstairs. But when I timidly knocked on the locked bathroom door, I heard my mother's sharp reply. "I'm busy in here! I'll be out in a few minutes." Grabbing the leaking head of my shrivelled peenie through my cold damp swimming trunks in desperation, I hurriedly trotted through the house, intending to use the girls' bathroom. When I reached Bonnie's bedroom door, I unfortunately found it closed and locked. I whimpered in pain as I stumbled to the next door - April's - and quietly turned the knob. The white painted door swung open without a sound, to reveal my attractive teenage cousins in a very compromising position.

I remember freezing at the astounding sight confronting me, my blue eyes wide and my mouth gaping in shock. Both girls were completely naked, and April was lying back on her bed side-on to me. Bonnie was kneeling with her face between her sister's splayed thighs, and I could see the top of her head slowly bobbing up and down. I heard my raven-haired older cousin slowly moan, "Ohh! Don't! Stop!" She had her fingers twined in Bonnie's long chestnut hair, and it looked as though she was trying to push the kneeling girl's face away from her private parts. I suddenly realised I had accidentally relaxed my grip on my straining peenie, and totally beyond my control, my full bladder began emptying into my cossie and trickling onto my Aunty's new beige broadloom carpet. I silently turned and ran barefoot for the back door, unsuccessfully trying to hold my streaming tap closed before I made too big a mess on the floor. As I dashed past the main bathroom door, my mother stepped out and she impulsively grabbed me by the arm, unintentionally breaking my death-like grip on the head of my peenie. I wailed in distress as my overburdened bladder exploded, hot wee-wee gushing into my cold damp swimming costume and running in warm streams down both legs.

"Oh no, Jeremy! Not again!" My mother groaned loudly in despair, and she thrust me into the recently vacated bathroom and swiftly lifted me onto the toilet. My swimming costume was still in place as the warm wee-wees poured out of my peenie, to fortunately splash into the toilet bowl underneath my shivering wet bottom. "You're a naughty, naughty little boy!" Mummy fumed, wagging a finger at me like I was an out-of-control toddler. "Why didn't you go to the toilet when I reminded you earlier?"

"I did!" I wailed like a teary schoolgirl. "But I had to go again, and the b-bathroom outside was b-busy, and y-y-you were in here! I tried to use the girls' bathroom down the hall, but- but- but-" Mummy ignored my snivelled stuttering protests and using the bathmat, wiped up the trail of wee-wee I'd left on the bathroom tiles.

"Oh no!" Aunty Cath stuck her head in the open bathroom door, callously disregarding my privacy when she furiously complained, "Who made this wet mess on my new carpet? As if I didn't already know."

"The girls were busy playing doctor," I sobbingly concluded, even as my Mummy turned to her sister to apologise for my infantile lack of bladder control.

Before she could utter another word, Aunty Cath demanded, "What? Who was playing doctor?"

I blushed with fresh humiliation when she strode into the bright tiled room and stared at me, sitting on the toilet peeing like a girl. I continued noisily urinating through my swimming costume as I tearfully replied, "April and B-B-Bonnie. They were playing d-d-doctor in April's bedroom, so I couldn't use their b-b-bathroom, and I…" My stammering voice trailed off when I realised Aunty Cath wasn't listening, She had vanished up the hallway, following the wet trail I had unfortunately left behind. As soon as Mummy was sure I had finished weeing, she lifted me off the toilet and ripped down my wet cossie, tersely ordering me to step out of the dripping togs and jump in the warm shower. While I obeyed her stern instructions she turned to follow her sister, and we both heard the shrill scream of alarm from the other end of the house.

Bonnie dragged me back to the present when she ordered me to keep my freshly-painted mouth open and my wet lips stretched wide while the pink stain dried. Then she expertly brushed mascara on my lengthened lashes top and bottom, while she continued telling Tammy her story. "Mum came running into April's bedroom and caught me with my face buried between my sister's legs. You should have heard her scream!"

"Oh no! What did you do?" Tammy demanded in breathless fascination.

"We both jumped up and tried to deny everything, telling her I was just like, trimming April's pubes. But then Aunty Isy wandered in, too, and mum made us repeat the story. We could see that neither of them believed us. Hang on a sec. I have to concentrate for a minute while I do this."

Bonnie then pencilled in my heavily plucked eyebrows, frowning in concentration when she delicately tidied them with a tiny stiff paintbrush from her own make-up kit. She was humming in satisfaction by the time she brushed some lightly-perfumed pink blusher over my high cheekbones, and I was grateful when she let me relax my straining pink lips. "Her curls have fallen out a bit at the back," Tammy complained, running her slender fingers through the damp platinum curls behind my neck. "Ew! They're wet!"

Bonnie laughed and cuttingly replied, "Probably with my piss. Those curls will wash out, but don't worry. We're going to give our gorgeous widdle baby girl a permanent at my salon this Saturday!"

"Really?" Tammy questioned in disbelief, as she wiped her glistening fingers on my baby-blue bibbie. My cousin packed away the beauty products in the beige purse, except for the familiar gold tube of lipstick.

"Yes, I'm going to take Baby Jennie with me to my beauty salon again on Saturday morning, and we're going to give her a permanent halo of gorgeous blonde curls that won't wash out." Bonnie gently wiped the ball of her right thumb across my pink painted lips, to check if they were dry.

"No matter how many times you piss on her," Tammy spitefully added, and both beautiful teens burst into loud guffaws when my painted cheeks blushed a rosier hue than the rouge, and I sulkily frowned at their wicked teasing.

"Her lips are dry," Bonnie commented professionally, before painfully pinching my protruding pink bottom lip and giving it a hard yank. "You can give baby back her dummy now." Tammy gleefully grabbed my pacifier from the bench, and leaned over the highchair tray to press the oversized infant soother between my compliantly parted lips.

"Here you go, Baby Jennie," Tammy snickered, as she clipped the dangling pink plastic chain to the collar of my bib. "You have a lovely suck on your dummy teat." The distinct smell of cloves filled my nostrils and my stained pink lips tingled when I drew the amber rubber teat deeply into my mouth, sucking earnestly on the big baby pacifier for the comfort it usually gave me. "Let's hear you sucking, baby girl. That's it, suck your dum-dums, baby. Nice and loud, now," Tammy insisted.

I slurped noisily on my baby soother and tried to block out their cruel comments, and cast my mind back to the memories of that afternoon. After I stepped out of Aunty Cath's shower and dried myself, I wrapped the towel around my waist and timidly shuffled down the hall, to where I could hear the sounds of shrill voices arguing. I realised with shame I had peed all over Aunty Cath's new carpet, and my stomach lurched when I anticipated the trouble that irresponsible infantile act would entail. "I want the truth!" I heard Aunty Cath thunder, and she sounded so angry, my fumbling footsteps faltered. I nervously peeked into April's bedroom and spied my two beautiful teenage cousins standing naked and shame-faced in front of Mummy and Aunty Cath. When April glanced up and saw me looking at her, my sixteen-year-old cousin immediately covered her small exposed breasts with one forearm and her black furry mound with her other hand. Bonnie merely gazed down contemptuously at me and proudly thrust out her rapidly developing bosom, her small triangle of pale brown curls focusing my eyes between her long brown legs. When Aunty Cath glanced over her shoulder and saw me shyly peeping from the doorway, her frown deepened.

"You!" my Aunty snarled accusingly, and I winced in shame and fear. "You naughty little pants-wetter, get in here!" Her emerald eyes were bright with anger as I reluctantly shuffled inside, and April frantically wrapped her damp towel around her naked body. Bonnie stood there staring defiantly at her mother with her fists clenched at her sides, her stiff russet nipples poking out provocatively and her huge golden eyes glistening.

"It wasn't my fault!" Bonnie shrilly insisted, her pretty face flushed red with a combination of shame and anger I would come to know only too well.

"Shut up!" Her mother yelled in reply. "I'm going to ask little Jerry here, and see what he says - and I don't want to hear one word from either of you girls." I shuddered at being involved in this bitter family dispute, but before I could consider what the girls wanted me to say, my Aunty demanded; "Jerry? Tell me what you saw going on in here between my daughters?" When I guiltily glanced at my compromised cousins, my Aunty snapped. "Don't look at them! Look at me! Tell me what you saw going on in here, while you were standing out there pissing on my brand-new carpet."

My cheeks blazing with shame, I haltingly described the taboo scene that confronted my innocent young eyes when I silently opened April's bedroom door. "A-April was lying on her b-bed," I stuttered, "and B-B-Bonnie was kneeling on the floor with her face between April's legs-"

"You little shit! I was only-"

"Silence, Bonnie!" My Aunty roared so loudly it startled me, and I was thankful my bladder was mostly empty as I nervously wrapped the damp towel more tightly around my waist. I pressed one hand over my tiny peenie, cupping my unreliable tool with the absorbent terry towelling just in case. "Go on, Jerry," Aunty Cath ordered in a slightly calmer tone, her beautiful face as black as thunder.

"I-I-I dunno," I finished lamely, even as I captured a tiny warm trickle in my cupped palm and clutched the damp towel tighter to my leaky peenie. "Bonnie's head was moving up and down between April's legs, and April was telling her to stop-"

"She was not!" Bonnie protested vehemently.

"Bonnie! One more word out of you, and I'm getting out the punishment paddle!"

"She was too!" I shrilly insisted. "April was trying to push her away, and she was telling B-Bonnie to stop, and she w-wouldn't!" Aunty Cath turned away from me to confront her daughters, and I noticed April wore a tiny embarrassed smile while Bonnie's pretty face was scarlet with rage.

"I think I've heard enough," my Aunty fumed in a voice cold enough to freeze the blood. "Isy, after you and your little piddle-pants have cleaned up that mess in the hallway, could you please let yourselves out? I need to have a little 'mother-daughter' chat with my girls. Go to your room, Bonnie, and don't bother putting any pants on. I'll be in with the paddle to deal with your sluttish behaviour shortly. And as for you, April…" My mother rapidly dragged me out of the bedroom and quietly closed the door behind us, so I didn't hear what Aunty Cath had to say to my elder cousin. After I changed into my clothes in the cabana, Mum made me fetch a bucket with warm water in it, and a rag. She sprayed the dark trail of wee-wee along the hallway with carpet cleaner, and afterwards I had to crawl around on my hands and knees and scrub the stinky chemical solution till it foamed.

A few days later I had totally forgotten all about the erotic events I had witnessed that momentous day, unconcerned with the results of my half-baked testimony - until the moment when Bonnie belatedly informed me what had occurred as a result. "I tried to explain to mum what happened, but April said it was like, all my fault, you know? Then my ten-year-old cousin arrived on the scene, and mum said the little panty-pisser must have seen everything. When she asked her, Jennie- Jerry told mum I had like, forced myself on April, and my big sister had simply been trying to make me stop." There was a longer pause and when Bonnie glared balefully at me, I guiltily let my eyes drop to the pastel-pink highchair tray and sucked harder on my strange-tasting dum-dums, suddenly fascinated by the brightly coloured item of make-up lying there, and idly wondering why my lips were turning numb.

"Mum beat the living crap out of my bum that afternoon," my towering brunette cousin ruefully admitted, pausing to rub her plump womanly bottom cheeks at the painful memory. "It was my last - and worst - session with the punishment paddle. Then mum decided I couldn't be trusted around my big sister, and she told me I was going to be locked in my bedroom - all night, every night - until she got up in the morning and came to release me."

"Gosh, that's like, so unfair!" Tammy sympathised, looking suitably upset on her friend's behalf. "It wasn't like, your fault, you know? April's so much older than you-"

"I know, I know," Bonnie interrupted her understanding friend. "But after this little panty-pissing squealer gave mum her side of the story, there was like, no way she was ever going to believe me. You know?"

When Tammy nodded wryly in agreement, Bonnie continued her tale of woe. "Every night at bedtime, Mum came into my room, kissed me goodnight and then walked out, locking my bedroom door behind her. A few minutes later she said goodnight to April, and then I heard her lock the bathroom door to my room, too."

"You mean, like, you couldn't use the bathroom all night?" Tammy demanded in horrified confusion.

"Uh-huh." Bonnie nodded, pouting in misery at the awful memory. "You know April and I have like, an adjoining bathroom we share? Well, Mum had a deadlock installed on my bathroom door like the very next day. She even paid the locksmith extra, to do it on a Sunday, you know?"

"Oh my gosh," Tammy breathed in sympathy. "How were you supposed to like, go to the bathroom, if you needed to use the toilet in the middle of the night, you know?" Her beautiful brown eyes were wide and wondering and she anxiously bit her plump pink bottom lip, her gorgeous face reflecting her concern for her wronged friend.

"I couldn't," my frowning cousin simply replied. "I was okay for the first couple of nights, you know? But on the third night, I must have had like, too much to drink before bedtime."

"Oh no!" Tammy's perfect pink mouth fell open in shock, her beautiful brown eyes huge with horror.

"That's right. You guessed it," Bonnie nodded sadly and grimaced in self-disgust. "Some time during the third night, I woke up needing to pee. I jumped out of bed and started bashing on the bathroom door, trying to wake April to let me use the toilet without waking our mum, you know? When April finally woke up, my stupid big sister whispered that the door was locked on her side too, and she didn't like, have the key. I started sobbing when my aching bladder eventually burst and I like, pissed in my pyjama panties, the mess pouring all over my bedroom floor. Unfortunately I'd woken mum with my banging and yelling, and she walked in to find me crying in a huddle against the bathroom door, sitting on her new carpet in a warm puddle of my own pee. You know? So after that, my mum decided to diaper me at bedtime - till she thought I'd learned my lesson."

If it wasn't for the fact that I was securely buckled into my infantile highchair, I would have fallen out of my seat! I clutched the sides of the tray for support and barely managed to keep from losing my dum-dums. Bonnie had been forced to wear nappies when she was around my age? It was all too much to take in at once. "That is like, tragic! You poor thing!" Tammy gasped, shaking her honey-blonde bob in stunned disbelief. "That must have been awful!"

"It was," Bonnie bitterly confirmed, before glancing darkly at me. "And it was all this naughty little baby girl's fault, you know?" I tried to appear as innocent as possible, avoiding Bonnie's angry golden orbs and vacantly gazing off into the distance, as if I hadn't been privy to their intimate discussion. "Wasn't it, Baby Jennie?" Bonnie crossly insisted, reaching under the highchair tray to viciously poke my warm diapered crotch for emphasis. I sucked noisily on my aromatic pacifier and reluctantly turned to my cranky inquisitor, opening my big blue eyes wider and batting my fabulously long lashes at the two frowning teens in an attempt to look demure and blissfully ignorant.

"So that's why you tricked her into wetting the bed at your place, like whenever she slept over," Tammy muttered in growing understanding.

"Yes, I wanted this lying little shit to feel what is was like to be humiliated, by being forced to wear nappies the way I was. So I talked April into like, helping me perform the 'hand in the bowl of warm water' trick on her when she slept at our place, you know? But unfortunately, after the sissy baby wet the bed a few times, mum only used pull-ups and baby panties on Baby Jennie at my place, not diapers. She had talked to Aunty Isy about putting this little sissy back in proper cloth nappies, but my plans hadn't progressed that far - till a few weeks ago."

"But what about the gorgeous toddler frocks and frilly panties? How did you get your Aunty Isy to dress her- I mean, him - like a baby girl?" Tammy inquired, and I felt my pink cheeks begin to glow with fresh shame when my cousin eagerly explained my strange fascination for girly things, even from an early age.

"Oh, my cousin Jeremy has always been a little sissy, you know? Ever since she- I mean, he was little. Whenever Aunty Isy would bring Jerry over to our place, April and I would always grab him the moment he waddled in the front door, and drag him off to play with him like our big diapered dolly. He was such a hopeless wetter, his mum made him wear nappies and plastic pants during the day till he was like, five or six years old, you know? When I was about seven or eight, we used to change his wet nappies as soon as he arrived, and then April and I would dress him up in our old toddler frocks and rumba panties. He was tiny even at that age, and could easily fit into my dresses from when I was like, two or three. He looked so pretty all dressed up, too."

"Well that hasn't changed," Tammy commented in frank admiration, nodding in approval at my beautifully made-up face. "But didn't he, like, object to being dressed up like a little girl?" Her question was quite reasonable, but I knew how Aunty Bonnie was going to reply.

"No way! He loved it! Especially when he was about six or seven," Bonnie correctly recalled, making Tammy snicker and my humiliating blushes intensify. "When he finally graduated out of nappies and into training pants, we would let him take them off so he could wear our old panties under the toddler frocks we dressed him in. Mum and Aunty Isy bought and sewed the most fabulous matching frocks and panties for us, when April and I graduated out of training panties in turn at around age three. We had silky bloomer panties with elastic cuffs edged with the softest delicate lace, that hugged our upper thighs so sensuously, yet felt like we were wearing nothing at all around our crotches. Or sweet snug satin rumba panties with rows of frilly lace across the seat, and the softest lace accents around the waist and leg bands. If he objected to us dressing him up or doing his hair in fluffy pigtails, we would simply give his little pee-pee a rub through his silky knickers, and that would calm him right down. He had the tiniest pee-pee back then, and his little stiffie looked so cute sticking out of his pretty panties when he danced around for us."

My cheeks were blazing when Bonnie added that bit of information, but the tall brunette ignored my visible anguish and nonchalantly continued. "After that, if we let little Jerry sort through our old toddler dresses and select one for himself, he always chose the frilliest, laciest frocks to wear - so he could wear the matching silky panties. And he was never satisfied unless he had cute shoes and frilly socks to match, too," she needlessly added. Tears of shame welled in my eyes as I restrained myself from nodding in agreement with her heartless accusations. I barely remembered a time when my older female cousins didn't doll me up in their old clothes. I wasn't sure about what they did to me when I was still in nappies, as that occurred too long ago to recall. But I had hazy memories of April and Bonnie removing my damp training panties and gently wiping me down, stroking and fondling me down there until my sensitive little pee-pee grew stiff and hard. They would cackle and snort with barely suppressed laughter as they dressed me in their old frocks and silky-soft panties, crooning encouragingly to me as they fondled my naughty bits through the deliciously soft material. But I didn't care! I loved the attention my beautiful bigger cousins showered on me when they dressed me up, and would wiggle and thrust my slippery panty crotch into their teasing hands, while they caressed me and enticed me into agreeing with their demands to play their little girl for the day.

"So you've always loved dressing like a little girl," Tammy softly questioned me, but I was too embarrassed to respond to her gentle interrogation. It had been fun dressing in pretty clothes and playing gentle girls' games; ones that required cooperation and friendship, not competition. And it had been wonderful when Mummy and Aunty Cath talked to me and treated me like I was a pretty little girl, too. But I couldn't tell these two that, and my lips clamped harder around my pacifier. I kept my tear-filled eyes locked on the tray in front of me and sucked louder on my smelly dummy teat instead, my puffy lips tingling while my pushy brunette cousin answered for me.

"No, not really. He certainly loved playing dress-ups with us when he was little… But when he was about nine, our other cousins came to visit while Jerry was all dolled up in one of my toddler frocks and matching rumba panties. April and I were teaching him how to jump rope, and he was happily skipping around the backyard in his little-girl finery. His mum had cut his hair pretty short by then, because his dad was sick and tired of him being mistaken for a little girl all the time. But April and I tied some pink satin ribbon on two hair clips and put them in his hair, and they looked really cute! Anyway, Aunty Meg has two boys and a girl, and her oldest boy - Sam - was around eight back then, and Jack was probably seven - younger than Jeremy, but both boys were much taller and brawnier than this sissy, even then. Sam fell about in hysterics when he caught sight of our little fairy all dressed up in my old flounced pink cotton sun-frock, with some pretty satin rumba panties peeping out from underneath, and these cute matching strappy flat sandals."

She giggled fondly at the memory, but my cheeks began to burn when I remembered how ashamed my male cousins' taunts and cruel laughter had made me feel. "Sam told Jennie that she should have been born a girl, and that Aunty Isy should dress her in pretty frocks and matching panties all the time. And young Jack wanted to know why she wasn't wearing a nappy as usual, since she was such a pissy pants-wetter. Well! You should have seen little Jennie's expression! She was so embarrassed, her pretty little face went bright red. She tried to rip off her pink toddler frock and run away, but with the high round collar and the tiny buttons fastening all the way up the back to the nape of her neck, there was no way this cranky little girl was going to get her gorgeous dress off without help."

When Bonnie chuckled at the mental picture she'd painted of me blindly struggling around their backyard with the irremovable pink cotton frock trapped over my head, and my frilly satin rumba panties so shamefully on display, Tammy started giggling too. My cheeks blushed a rosier hue when Tammy innocently inquired, "And did you help her?"

"Of course not!" Bonnie scornfully replied, and they both laughed gaily once more. "She started to squeal and cry, just like the hopeless sissy baby she's always been, and then guess what she did?"

"What?" Tammy breathlessly demanded, her huge brown eyes glowing with sadistic delight.

My overbearing teenage cousin turned to me and insisted, "Why don't you tell her, Baby Jennie? Go on! Tell Aunty Tammy what you did in front of all your cousins that day." My eyes were glued to the pink highchair tray, and my cheeks were crimson with shame when she forced me to confess to my infantile crime.

"I-I-I wet my p-pantieth!" I snivelled around my mouth filling dummy, and sucked harder on my stinky baby soother when both beautiful girls burst into bright peals of laughter again. Unbidden tears welled in my eyes, and I bit on my dummy teat and chewed hard, concentrating on holding back the shameful sign of feminine emotion.

By the time Mummy came to rescue me that terrible afternoon, my jeering younger cousins had surrounded me and were calling me all sorts of nasty names. 'Panty-pisser,' 'sissy-pissy-pants' and 'big baby girl' were among their favourites jibes. Unfortunately Mummy didn't bother chastising my mean cousins for teasing me, although she did berate me for wetting my pants again. In front of all the others, she threatened to put me back in diapers if I couldn't learn to control myself. She hauled me away into the house and stripped the shameful wet toddler outfit from my body, and made me take a hot bath at Aunty Cath's. Immediately after she dried me off, she changed me into my own clothes and dragged me home in disgrace.

"That's right, baby girl!" Bonnie brightly exclaimed with a sunny smile for me, as if I was the cleverest baby in the whole wide world. "You wet you panties - again - as usual," she finished scornfully, with a sly wink to her gorgeous blonde friend. "I remember Aunty Isy mentioning that it was like, lucky you were wearing your toddler frock and rumba panties when you wet yourself. Otherwise you wouldn't have any clean pants to wear home, you know? Your mummy said the next time you wet your pants at our place, she was going to make you wear one of our old toddler frocks home, with a proper nappy and some frilly plastic panties underneath." Bonnie's huge golden eyes glinted with cruel delight. "Just think, Baby Jennie! That would have been the start of your very own little girly wardrobe, you know? Imagine how many pretty dresses you'd own by now, if we'd started dressing you all the time like the little girl you really are, like, way back then?" Tammy cackled with wicked amusement as I winced and visibly shuddered at the thought.

"After the boys embarrassed her so badly, Baby Jennie refused to play any more dress-up games with April and me. In fact, she got real surly and sulky there for a while, and stayed right away from us. The only time she came near us was when she was trying to peek up our dresses, you know?"

"Oh no! Is she like, one of those little perverts, you know?"

"Oh, she's a little pervert, alright! But I was just never sure if she peeking at our bottoms, or our pretty panties, you know? Anyway, after Angie was born, we had a new beautiful baby girl to dress up and mother. We didn't need this sissy big baby any more." I don't know why, but I felt a pain in my chest and my heart shrivelled when I heard her callous words.

Part of me always suspected that was how Mummy felt, too, shortly after Angelica was born. She was so tired all the time, and never had any time for me. It felt like she was shutting me out of her life, and I didn't know what I had done wrong. Daddy tried to take me to the park early in the mornings on the weekends, I think to get me out of the house and out from under Mummy's feet. He tried throwing a ball with me at first, but I was always so hopeless, the ball usually hit me in the face and made me cry. He wrestled and roughhoused with me on the grass a couple of times, but I always ended up getting hurt and bursting into tears. Eventually Daddy gave up playing rough games with me, and he usually took a newspaper to read while I quietly played on the swings and the roundabouts.

I stayed away from the bigger rougher boys my own age, and usually played with the little kids in the fenced-in toddler section. They were closer to my own size and temperament, and the little girls always played such fun games. They were much more friendly, too, and always invited me to join them role-playing with their dollies. Daddy sometimes looked concerned when I was happily playing with children half my age, but since I never caused any trouble, he soon stopped worrying and let me be. It seemed I was always playing with kids much younger than myself, and I always got on so well with the other little girls. I wondered if that meant anything?

Bonnie brought me screaming back to the present when she painfully ripped out my dummy. I had been sucking hard while I concentrated, and it came out with a loud 'plop!' that made both teenagers giggle in derision. Bonnie gripped my chin firmly while she examined my swollen puffy pink lips, and then she tossed her friend that familiar shark-like smile. "Look at those pouty puffy lips! Aren't they gorgeous?"

"What a great mouth!" Tammy breathed in wide-eyed agreement. "She doesn't really need any lipstick, you know?"

"I know - but we're going to use some, anyway." Bonnie grabbed the gold tube, popped the cap and unscrewed the glistening pink stick. "Pucker up, baby girl," she crooned, and when I shaped my mouth properly, she painted my slightly-numb lips with the perfumed pink lipstick. She was grinning wildly when she finished, and Tammy's expression was one of combined wonder and awe.

My God! She- she looks beautiful!" Tammy turned to my cousin and commented enviously, "You are so talented, Bonnie!"

"I know," the grinning brunette teenager agreed without a hint of false modesty. "I told you I was good."

"Could you like- Could you do my face, too? Please?" Tammy pleaded entreatingly.

"Sure!" Bonnie expansively agreed. "Although I don't have my full make-up kit with me - just Baby Jennie's stuff, and my usual assortment of war-paint, you know? But the colours I used on the baby should suit your complexion, too." Both girls moved to the kitchen bench nearby and sat down facing each other, and Bonnie lay out her tools in preparation.

I was thankful when they ignored me and seemed to forget I was sitting bound in my highchair, although I longed to suck the dummy bouncing against my breast. But I wasn't sure if that was allowed, as my tingling puffy lips had been freshly painted and felt moist and slightly sticky. I wriggled uncomfortably from cheek to cheek, disturbed by the sandpapery feel of my normally soft terry nappy on my battered bum cheeks. As I shifted about, I felt a frightening sharp cramp in my gut. Even as I became aware of the urgent need to empty my bowels, my body was already betraying me. My terrified eyes anxiously darted to the two gorgeous girls, who were too preoccupied with Tammy's make-up to even glance my way. A warm soft lump was already oozing out of my hopeless anal sphincter, and I cringed in embarrassment when a small muffled fart trumpeted out as well.

"What was that, Baby Jennie?" Bonnie demanded, pausing mid-brushstroke to glare at me. "Did you do a fluffy, baby girl?" She giggled in derision as she questioned me, then returned to painting her friend's face without waiting for my response.

"Did Baby Jennie let Fluffy off the leash?" Tammy demanded, and they both broke into a fresh fit of girlish giggles when my cheeks turned crimson with shame. Fortunately I knew I wasn't required to answer, and I concentrated on pushing out the heaving mass in my bowels without too many more embarrassing noises.

Even though I needed to do a poo-poo really badly, it was difficult pushing it out while seated in the highchair. There was nowhere for it to escape, and the solid log slowly sliding out of my anus hit the wet nappy bunched between my cheeks, and stopped. It remained stuck there, holding my delicate hole wide open as I strained to push it all the way out. But it was impossible! I leaned forward as far as the tight waist belt would allow me, and rested my elbows on the highchair tray. I gripped the sides of the pastel-pink tray and lifted my bum as high as I could, and the effort caused the huge turd to slide out another inch or two. Then it began to bend and squish moistly between my cheeks as it pressed into the warm wet terrycloth underneath me, before sliding up my bottom crack towards the small of my back. I couldn't stop it now, even had I wanted. I grunted quietly as I pushed more hot poop into my dirty nappy, desperately trying to avoid attracting the girls' attention.

Fortunately they were busy noisily gossiping about a girl they knew, and they didn't seem to notice as I filled my nappy to the limit. By the time I felt sure my bowels were empty, my arms had grown fatigued from holding my weight. But when I let go of the highchair tray and relaxed, my bottom slowly settled into the huge hot lump underneath me, squishing like delicious warm mud around my sensitive bruised bottom and surging forward between my splayed thighs. I thought about telling Bonnie I had dirtied my nappy, but when I imagined the potential embarrassment that might entail, I remained meekly silent. I knew they would discover my humiliation for themselves soon enough.

I waited, cringing in anticipation as Bonnie finished painting her gorgeous girlfriend's face, and when she began to put away the items of make-up, the tension became unbearable. My senses were on high alert, which is why I was the first one to hear the front door opening. I gave a quiet sigh of relief when I heard my mother's tired voice call out, "Bonnie? I'm home, girls!" Bonnie jumped up and dashed out to the hallway, and I heard Mummy tell her; "Angie had to have a tooth pulled, and the dentist gave her some medication for the pain. She's fast asleep now, thank God, because she cried all the way there and all the way home again. I've got such a headache! I might have to ask you to take Baby Jennie out for a couple of hours, so I can have a bit of a lie-down, too. Could you make me a cup of tea, please darling? I'll just change Angie's wet nappy and put her to bed, and then I'll be right down to check on my other baby girl."

"Alright, Aunty Isy," Bonnie cheerfully replied, before returning to the kitchen with a huge grin on her face.

Continued in chapter 13.

 

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