Bad Baby

by Baby Jennie

I came from a family of three children - myself and two girls, both older than I. At the time of this event I was ten, Michelle thirteen and Tracy eleven. Our mother worked during the day, so my eldest sister was in charge of me before leaving for school in the morning and when I arrived home from school each afternoon.

Although I had been potty-trained at a fairly late age, I still occasionally wet my bed. When this happened, the girls had to change the bed and wash my soiled sheets. I knew my sisters resented having to do this, but my mother maintained that I was too young to do it by myself, and they were stuck with the chore as they were in charge.

Arriving home one particular day, I could see the girls looking out the window as I approached. Tracy met me at the door with a cheeky grin, and said that Michelle and her friend Emily were waiting upstairs and had a surprise for me. She wouldn't tell me what it was, but smiled slyly at my back as I trudged up the stairs. I met Emily at the top of the stairs and asked her where my surprise was? She merely pointed down the hallway to my bedroom and grinned. As soon as I entered the room, Michelle grabbed me and threw me on my bed. Emily swiftly assisted her, and together they held me down as my angry big sister reprimanded me. "Peter, this morning was the third wet bed you've had in a week! And we're sick and tired of washing your smelly sheets and changing your pissy wet bed," Michelle bitched nastily.

"We have a proposition for you," Emily cooed, "and if you don't cooperate, we'll let all your friends in on your shameful little bedwetting secret." I didn't have any choice but to agree. They told me I was to ask our mother if I could be allowed to be diapered again at night, because I was sick of waking up in cold wet sheets in the middle of the night. When my mother returned home that evening, I resentfully kept my part of the bargain. Although I tried to convince myself it would be nice to not try to have to find a dry place in my pissy bed to sleep for the rest of the night.

My mother seemed a little surprised by my odd suggestion, and eyed me carefully as she called the girls down. She ordered my sisters to go up to the attic and to bring down some nappies she thought she had stored in a big brown trunk. While the girls were gone my mother hugged me warmly and commented that she knew how horrible it must feel to wake up at night in a wet bed, and that the nappies were a good idea. She said that she had thought of suggesting it herself before - but since I hadn't been wetting every night - it was as easy to have the girls change the wet bedding every once in a while.

A few minutes later the girls called down to our mother, requesting she come upstairs and inspect the contents of the trunk. My mother ordered me to remain where I was watching TV while she went upstairs. After a long wait my mother called me up to my bedroom and showed me where my nappies would be stored from now on. I couldn't believe my eyes when she opened the top drawer of my chest of drawers! There were at least a dozen white cotton nappies and ten pairs of plastic panties in there! And all but two pair of the plastic panties were rumba style, with rows of frilly lace around the leg bands, waistbands, and across the rear of the pink, white and yellow panties.

I stuck out my bottom lip even further and whined that I had agreed to the nappies, but that I wasn't wearing ‘girl things!’

My mother's next statement almost floored me. "Babies don't care about such things," she decided cuttingly. "And besides - you can't just wear nappies without any plastic panties covering them, you silly baby! You'd still wake up in a soaked bed! Everything in the brown trunk was from when the girls were small,” she explained. “We must have thrown out your old baby stuff.”

"Why don't you try them on?" Michelle snickered. “To make sure they fit. You might as well start wearing nappies tonight." When I refused, my mother simply told Michelle to pull down my pants and shorts. I tried to run, but I was no match for the girls. I soon found myself naked in front of them, trying to hide my rising embarrassment.

My mother had Michelle bring her the baby powder, and promptly spread a cloud of talc over my groin and bottom. She lay out two of the thick nappies, lifted my feet over my head, and pulled the nappies snugly between my uselessly thrashing legs. My mother slapped my bottom crisply, and sharply ordered me to calm down and cooperate, if I knew what was good for me. Realising how futile my struggles were, I eventually gave up fighting. My mother had Michelle pin the nappies on me, saying it would be her job in future to make sure I was ‘properly prepared for bed each night!’ When Michelle was done I could barely close my thighs, and I waddled helplessly like a heavily diapered toddler when I tried to walk.

"Put some plastic panties on him too," my Mother ordered curtly. "I want to check if they fit." Tracy pulled out a pink pair with frilly white ruffles, and handed them to the grinning Michelle. Michelle found the leg holes and wordlessly held them down and open for me to step into. I whined that I wanted the plain white pair. "Put them on!" my mother angrily insisted, and I cowered at her harsh tone. I timidly stepped into the baby panties and my big sister pulled them up my trembling legs. The cool plastic caressed my thighs as I compliantly helped pulled them up to my waist, hoping all the time that the sissy rumba panties would be too small for me. I had to pull hard to tug them over the thick nappies, but they seemed to fit once they were in place. Ducking my head in shame I toddled over to the mirror, the plastic baby panties rustling loudly as I waddled along.

The girls commented that I looked "Really cute!" I could only hang my head in red-cheeked shame. But I grew angry at their continued teasing, and slapped Michelle to make her shut up. But Mummy caught me! "Just for that you can keep those nappies and panties on for the rest of the evening," my mother snapped in annoyance. "Only little babies like you don't know how to control their tempers!" Unfortunately I had to pee before bedtime, and Mummy caustically chastised me as she freshly diapered me for the night.

Michelle continued diapering me nightly for the next few years until I turned thirteen. I was growing pubic fuzz and Mummy informed me I would have to diaper myself from then on - unless I misbehaved badly enough to deserve the dreaded ‘nappy punishment.’ My sisters still regularly threatened to expose my ‘shameful secret’ if I gave them any problem, so I stayed in line reasonably well.

But one day, the inevitable happened. I had a fight with Michelle few weeks after my fourteenth birthday, and my angry mother ordered me to prepare for my punishment. Confused, I told her I didn't know how to prepare, as I didn't know what she meant. She loudly commanded me to strip. I refused her order, with Michelle standing there watching and Tracy peeking at me from around the corner. Mother then told me to go to my room and pin on some nappies and put on some plastic panties (“Pink ones with ruffles,” she decided) then go to her room when I was “properly dressed!” I stomped sulkily up the stairs and resentfully pinned on some nappies,

But I left my shirt on and pulled on a pair of shorts over the nappies, then waddled to her room. "What do you think you're wearing?" she exclaimed in obvious annoyance at my appearance. "Take off that shirt and those silly shorts this minute! I want to make sure you're properly dressed!" I grumbled wordlessly as I removed my clothes, till I stood before her in just my diaper. "I told you to dress properly!" she snapped angrily. "I didn't say just pin on your nappy, did I?"

"But Mummy, I'm fourteen years old! It's bad enough I have to wear these nappies at night - it’s only the middle of the afternoon!" My mother icily commanded me to sit on her bed and wait, and not to move a muscle until she returned. I saw her disappear into my bedroom, and miserably sat there awaiting the inevitable. It was so early in the day, and I knew I would be condemned to wearing nappies and the ‘baby girl panties’ until bedtime. My mother had been gone about ten minutes when I heard her talking to my sisters in the hallway.

The girls had really enjoyed making me the baby of the family, and Michelle had recently purchased some of the largest size plastic-lined toddler panties for me that they could find. They had lavish lace ruffles sewn onto the rear of the silky nylon covering. Another five tortuous minutes dragged by until Mummy returned, and I gazed in horror at what she carried in her arms. She had one of Tracy's old party dresses, complete with frilly white petticoats! Tracy carried the extra-frilly plastic panties Michelle had bought a few days ago, and was grinning from ear to ear.

Warning me that I'd better not try to resist, my mother ordered Tracy to put the plastic panties on me. I was so nervous and upset as she slipped the frilly baby panties up my legs that I began wetting my nappies! No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't hold back the hot stream. "He's wetting his diaper already!" Tracy shrieked, before she could pull the panties up all the way to my waist.

"Well change him immediately then," my mother simply commanded. "We can't leave your ‘little sister’ in wet nappies the rest of the day, can we?"

Tracy lowered the baby panties and unpinned my wet diaper, and let it drop to the floor with a soggy ‘plop!’ She had me lie down on the bed and wiped me down with some baby wipes Mum handed to her. Tracy then powdered me afresh, and pinned some clean nappies on me. After pinning them snugly, she reached for the silky plastic panties snagged around my ankles and pulled them up my legs. I obediently stood while she tugged them snugly up around my waist. She tucked in all the nappies showing under the tight leg elastic of the plastic panties, to make sure there wouldn't be any leakage. Tracy frowned and commented when she noticed some of the nappies showing above the wetproof panties in back.

"That's fine, Tracy," my mother reassured my concerned sister, "The petticoats and the party dress will easily hide her nappies, unless she crawls around a lot. And they shouldn’t leak, unless she wets lying down on her back. Thank you for your help, honey. You can go back downstairs now and wait. Baby Patricia, let's dress you ready for your afternoon punishment." With that my mother lowered the petticoat over my bowed head and fluffed out the ruffles around the tops of my bare thighs. When she was done, I couldn't believe what I saw. The petticoat was so short, it barely covered the dangling lace frills decorating the bottom of the plastic panties.

‘At least the dress will cover the rest,’ I hoped. But was I wrong! The white lacy petticoat was so full, the dress was barely long enough to cover it! I waddled over to the mirror, my plastic panties rustling noisily with every step, the petticoat swishing femininely; and me crying like a little girl over the mess in which I’d found myself. I looked just like a diapered six-year-old girl with short hair! I threw myself on the bed on my stomach and buried my tear-stained face in my arms. I wasn't planning on moving until bedtime!

"Come on Peter- I mean, Baby Patricia," cooed my mother in mocking sugary-sweet tones. "Let's go downstairs and show the girls their new little baby sister." I sulkily refused to budge. "Fine then! We’ll ask them come up here." She called downstairs and told my sisters to come up to my room, that the baby was properly dressed now - and that they could bring their visitor!

‘Visitor?’ I thought in sudden panic. "Oh no! I must escape! I can't let anyone find me like this." I threw myself off the bed and dashed out the door. But I slipped on the mat outside and fell sprawling on my back, with the frothy petticoats landing over my aghast face. When I heard the girlish squeals at my inadvertent panty display, I didn't dare pull the petticoat away from my red face - I was so embarrassed and ashamed! I couldn't believe what was happening. I was wetting myself again! I just couldn't control my nervous bladder.

A familiar voice greeted me. "Hello little girl! What's your name?" My mind raced. What was I going to do? That voice belonged to my sister's best friend Emily - the prettiest girl in the 9th grade! "Oh, I see that the baby has wet through her nappies! There's a little puddle of wee-wee on the floor! We must help the poor baby up so her cute little dress and frilly petticoats don’t get stained." With that she dragged me up by one arm, lifting the frothy petticoats away from my face with the other hand as she easily pulled me to my feet. She lifted my short dress and peered at my drooping wet bottom. "What cute plastic panties, Peter! Do you dress up like this often?"

“We call him Patricia when he’s wearing a dress,” my little sister added helpfully. I glared at Tracy through eyes swimming with tears.

I tearfully tried to explain to Emily that I was just being punished and was only dressed like this because my sisters and mother forced me into it. She snortled and said, "Of course, you norty little girl. You wet your panties, what do you expect?" She then patted my soggy bottom and slipped one searching finger inside a leg opening of my plastic panties. "Ooo! You're so wet, Patricia! I knew that you wore your nappies to bed at night, little girl - but I can't believe that someone this wet during the daytime isn't made to wear her nappies and plastic panties all the time!"

I realised my big sister had told her best friend everything; about my bedwetting, my nightly nappies, and how much I ‘enjoyed’ being their little baby girl. I argued tearfully that they were all lying, but Emily merely laughed and replied airily that she knew that Michelle was telling the truth. “Don’t tell fibs, little girl! I see your nappies and frilly baby panties drying on the clothesline in your back yard all the time,” she scoffed. When my cheeks burned with shame, she knew her comment had scored.

"Can I take the baby out for a walk?", Emily then cheekily asked my mother. I grew terrified when Mummy actually paused to consider her outrageous request.

“You’ll need to change her nappies first,” she decided.

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A HALLOWE’EN BABY

By Baby Angelica


We don't madly celebrate Hallowe’en here in Australia. There are usually few, if any, children running from house to house 'trick-or-treating,' and for the grown-ups, very few organisations and clubs support it or have organised events. On the Sunday before Hallowe’en, a small street 'Hallowe’en party' had been organised in front of two shops on one of Sydney's major streets, Oxford Street. The party was advertised in the local papers, and on hundreds of posters plastered all over the neighbourhood. My mummy Nadia saw one of these posters, and decided she wanted to take her baby to the street party.

Then Mummy asked me if I was willing to go out dressed in my pretty baby clothes and thick cloth nappies in public with her alone, without any of our other friends from baby community who knew me as Baby Angelica. I was really scared, as I was frightened to expose that much of my true baby self to so many vanilla strangers.

When Mummy learned I had that Sunday free, she resolved to take me, and firmly commanded me to obey her. My heart gave a little skip because of Mummy's new-found dominant manner. A strong, loving woman - one who will make me do her bidding - is exactly what I have been searching for in a mummy, so of course being 'forced' to attend a street party all dressed up by a committed mummy thrilled me to bits!

When the Sunday morning finally arrived, I had so much adrenalin coursing through my body, to the unwitting observer I must have appeared high on drugs, and ready to faint at any moment. Mummy dressed me first in my baby pink bloomered rompers, which had a pattern of tiny pink flowers all over them. She slipped the feminine infantile garment over my bowed head, and buttoned the shoulder straps to the high bib front. She powdered me heavily all over my bottom and crotch, and rubbed the sweetly perfumed talc over my front until I became very excited.

Mummy tightly pinned my thick nappies over my hips, and then drew two pairs of waterproof plastic panties up my legs and over my nappies. The outer pair of pink baby panties had pretty patterns of nursery animals dancing on them. Then Mummy snapped the clasps of the bloomers securely between my spread thighs, pressing my soft fluffy nappies more firmly against my groin.

She brushed my long brown hair into two high pigtails, and bound them with fluffy pink scrunchies.

Mummy then made me slip on my favourite heeled, pink wedge sandals as a special pleasure/punishment, because, although I loved to wear them, she knew my feet would suffer during the long walk to the party location. She locked my soft pink leather toddler harness around my chest, and attached a leash to the front, to ensure I could not run away. Finally Mummy helped me put on my make-up, and she made me look and feel as pretty as a little girl can be.

When she was satisfied with my juvenile feminine appearance, she started dressing for the party. To my surprise, Mummy decided to wear my blue baby dress and go as a toddler girl as well, but she wouldn't put on a nappy. Instead Mummy chose to wear her smooth red latex panties under her toddler frock. I love caressing Mummy's beautiful curvaceous bottom through her smooth latex panties.

After Mummy had finished her make-up and looked gorgeous, we both dressed her fluffy little dog in a blue coat with cute little wings on top. Mummy's dog's name is Angel, so it was fitting to dress him in a coat with wings.

All dressed up and ready to go, we nervously headed out into the streets. With our smartly-attired dog accompanying us, our only choice was to walk. It took us nearly a whole hour to stroll from Broadway up the hill to Oxford Street, Darlinghurst. Mummy reassured me that I looked like a real girl this evening, with my face so prettily made-up and dressed in all my frills and bows. We had to toddle through a rather crowded Railway Square near Central Station, and my heart was fluttering anxiously in my constricted chest as I nervously glanced around. There were dozens of people strolling about, and most of them merely glanced at us when we walked past. But plenty had to look twice to make sure they weren't dreaming.

It wasn’t a big party. There were live shows throughout the afternoon and into evening, usually intended to display some of the wares you could purchase from one of the shops involved. But as I explained in my opening statement of this true story, in Australia we don't celebrate Hallowe’en. So there weren't many people hanging around. There were only three of us who bothered to dress up - Mummy and me as big baby girls, and one old woman dressed as a witch. In the dress-up competition, the witch won first prize (she must have cast a spell on the judges.) But Mummy and I won second prize, and received $200 for dressing up.

It was like a scary scene from so many of the 'Dominated and Diapered' stories I've read, but for me it was a thrilling fantasy come true. Being able to live out my fantasy in real life with a loving and attentive Mummy, is a dream come true for me.

Please note; this is not a work of fiction! Everything I wrote here is one hundred percent true. I have photographic evidence of Mummy and me all dressed up on Oxford Street that night. To me it still feels like wondrous dream, but I really lived it. Be brave and take a chance; to get to where I am today has taken me close to ten years of gradually venturing out, and displaying Baby Angelica to the world. I hope you enjoyed reading my true tale about what I did for Hallowe’en 2006 in Australia, and if any of you big babies and sissies ever intend visiting Sydney, Australia, just send me a message saying "Hi!" and telling me when you're coming.
Love and submission,

Baby Angelica