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Ms. Waddles ? by: Mary Beth Sanford
Facts from fiction: Sandy is real and she provided me with a lot of
things to wear growing up. Some things she knew about some she didn't.
She was also a plus size little girl and a plus size woman and I adored
her for all of our lives. Sandy is also a woman I've since come to know
after discovering she has a passion for taking boys down a peg or two.
Both are very tolerant of a boy like me. I've mixed the two for this
story and the rest was written as fiction and because of girls like
them.
Introduction:
Mr. Macho, Chuck to his friends, likes dressing up in his sister's
clothes. A false alarm puts him into the lens of Sandy's camera. That
same Sandy he'd teased a couple of years ago when she was wearing
diapers for giggle incontinence. Now it was Chuck's turn to be
incontinent only he wouldn't be giggling.
Ms. Waddles:
Do you remember that girl next door? That girl you ignored or teased?
That one who one day appeared suddenly so different? So wonderfully
different? What changed? What forces were at work? For most boys it's
simply hormones. For Chuck it was a diaper, a soft pair of plastic
pants and a Betsy Wetsy doll in a dress just like the one he was
wearing.
And it began with a voice!
Chuck's heart was pounding in his neck. All he'd heard was Janet's
voice calling out: "Hey Susan! You there?" Chuck was on the small
sloped roof outside of the room they shared as a recreation room in an
instant. Outside and clinging in fear at getting caught before he
realized it was Susan's recorder taping Janet's call. Susan had shut
the ringer off as well as the outgoing message so all you heard was
incoming message and of course Janet yelling for Susan to pick up.
Chuck moved carefully back towards the window and slipped a leg over
the sill. He was careful not so much worried about falling as not
getting his sisters pageant dress dirty. His panic had taken the
pleasure out of dressing up and a few minutes later everything he was
wearing was carefully put back where it had been. Everything but the
ruffled panties and those, as well as the full slip he wore went into
the washer on delicate. It was the only drawback for a boy wearing such
lovely things Chuck thought with a smile.
Eleven pictures hung in Sandy's dark room an hour after Chuck's
appearance. The large home parcels were both covered with trees and the
local deer shaded themselves in the late afternoon under those trees.
What got Sandy's attention, at first, were those few does running off
towards the river. What intrigued her after that was the source of
their disturbance; and, what made her grab for the camera was that
satiny white dress against the light gray of her neighbor's house.
She had moved within a hundred feet of that house and the camera was
clicking even before she had settled into a stand. Someday she'd win
awards for her pictures already getting local attention. These, she
decided when she recognized that it was Chuck, would be kept private.
At least for now she thought.
Good old Mr. Macho in a white and pink satin little girls pageant dress
and Sandy had it on film. That same boy who, last year, made Sandy's
life a living hell with his never ending teasing after finding out she
suffered from giggle incontinence. Actually it wasn't the giggle
incontinence that caused her suffering but the humiliation of wearing a
disposable diaper for a time. A chance discovery when Chuck moved over
towards Sandy's house playing paint ball.
Sandy had done the same thing Chuck had just done. Each parcel was five
acres and each nicely wooded so there was a sense of privacy and Sandy
only ran out of her house for a second to fetch the phone she'd lift on
the patio. She'd just changed into a fresh diaper before doing so and
there she was in her white blouse, tennis shoes and socks and, of
course, that diaper.
Chuck's laughter started a few seconds later and didn't end till his
mother promised he'd be wearing them if he said another word. That was
four weeks after that day and while he didn't laugh out loud he did
laugh and she was positive it was him that had left the pacifier on her
door step. Sandy laughed as well as she started cleaning up the
chemical baths she'd used. Sandy laughed because she still had that
pacifier. Chuck could appreciate the irony of that.
Chuck would appreciate a lot of things in a few days Sandy decided as
she started cropping the photo set she'd give him. Little Miss Waddles,
Droopy Drawers, Soggy Bottom, Puffy Pants and Chuck's all time favorite
back then, Messy Missy, came back to Sandy as she rummaged through the
attic. Sandy already had that partial bag of disposables and the cloth
diapers she'd used for a time till the rash went away as well as the
plastic pants. Those she'd found easily. The little dresses she wore a
few years before then took some time to find.
Sandy was pleasantly plump now and heavy back then. Heavy enough that
some of what she wore was mother made and a mother made dress was not
made with cost as a consideration. Sandy's little girl dresses while
not very little were adorable anyway and she felt as pretty because of
it as the rest of the girls did on those occasions. Chuck would feel
just as pretty as well she thought after finding two of several bags.
"Hey Chuck!" Sandy said leaning against the fence on her side of the
property. She was on a stump that gave her a chest high view of Chuck
reading on his patio.
"What do you want Miss Waddles?" Chuck asked taking on that look he had
for Sandy.
"Miss Waddles! You know, that was always one of my favorites! Think
I'll use that one first," Sandy said.
"OK, so what do you want?" Chuck asked.
"Thought I'd try talking you into coming over and letting me pin you
into a diaper. You know, the kind babies wear? Diaper and a cute little
pink pair of plastic pants. While you nurse a baby's bottle of course
or if you like you can use that pacifier you gave me. It's still got
the pink ribbon on it and I've found one of my little dresses that
would go perfect with it. So what do you say?" Sandy asked.
"Kiss off Miss Waddles and stop bugging me or you go public on Monday,"
Chuck said with a slightly twisted smile.
"Great! We can go out together. I mean we can both debut together then.
Me in my diapers and plastic pants and you in your sisters pretty
little dress. The one you wore the other day would be perfect. Anyway,
I'll meet up with you Monday and we can go to school together. You can
play the mommy and I'll play the baby. Should be fun!" Sandy said
stepping off the stump making her disappear from view.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Chuck said now leaning over his
side of the fence. Clearly she knew something he decided or she
wouldn't have been so arrogant or, for that matter, so accurate. Chuck
had to know what she knew. He was almost sorry when she went into
detail on what he was wearing and worse what he had on underneath.
He was very sorry when he warned her that she couldn't prove it. She
could prove and did so by tossed the set of pictures over the fence.
Chuck looked at the nearly dozen or so pictures showing first him and
that dress then him turning and that slip then moving through the
window and those panties. It could almost be a movie given the
sequence.
"OK, so now what? I apologize and keep my mouth shut and you do the
same?" Chuck asked in a tone far softer than the one he most often
used.
"Gosh Chuck that's exactly what I was thinking. I mean after all you
did last year you simply apologize and I walk off all fat dumb and
happy. Now why didn't I think of that?" Sandy said and then added:
"NOT! Actually my little Miss Waddles I was thinking that it would be
much better if you come over, took your clothes off and, while you
nurse a baby's bottle full of fresh milk, I show you how I use to
diaper myself."
"Look Sandy OK! I mean I'm sorry already. I really am!" Chuck said to
Sandy's back. He was pleading when he repeated himself.
"You coming or not?" Sandy said without turning around. When there was
no answer from Chuck Sandy added: "Fine. See you in school Monday.
Listen, if you want, I can use whatever girls name you like and you can
chose any one of those pictures that shows your face for the school
paper. You don't have to decide now, just let me know on the bus."
"OK, OK!" Chuck said climbing the fence and landing on the stump.
Sandy never slowed nor did she turn around but she did smile. Chuck's
speed was slower as if the world would change before he got to Sandy's
door. It didn't as she stood aside for him to enter from the patio.
Chuck saw the dress and slip first hanging from satin covered hangers
off the door molding between the kitchen and dining room. The open
blanket with the diaper and next to that a pair of semi-opaque plastic
pants sat waiting. Chuck saw those next as he moved into the kitchen
more. Sandy was already holding that baby's bottle of milk she'd talked
about.
"Sandy please!" Chuck said.
"Gosh, that sounds just like me that day. Remember? Please Chuck!
Please don't tell anyone," Sandy said and then added: "You've still got
your clothes on Little Missy!"
*No quarter given, none expected!* Chuck thought to himself. It was the
yell he and his friends gave when they split up to play paint ball.
Sandy was not going to give him any slack and all he could hope for was
that she'd grow tired of humiliating him before he fell apart. That
humiliation began the instant he started undressing. She just stood
there watching, watching with a smirk and holding that baby's bottle.
"OK precious! Take this and go ahead and lay over your diaper for
mommy. You can start nursing on it when you're comfy," Sandy said as
she handed Chuck the EvenFlo baby's bottle with the pink cap holding
the nipple on. He moved to the blanket, knelt down then sat before
laying back. Undressing had been hard to do but spreading his legs was
harder still and it got worse as he had to start taking in the milk
that dripped down his throat.
"Oh this is so cool!" Sandy said kneeling between Chuck's legs as she
slipped on a pair of latex gloves. Chuck's body more or less ignored
the humiliation his mind registered and Sandy laughed as she sprinkled
more baby powder on Chuck as she added: "Obviously this isn't going to
be as bad as you've made it out to be."
Chuck closed his eyes.
"OK, lots of baby powder is the key to staying dry precious. Now then,
what I like doing first is drawing the diaper back and forth just a
little so it gathers between the legs. When that's done I bring it up
between the legs then wiggle it a little more like this! It gathers
nicely when you do that. Oh, you can't see. Anyway I'm sure you can
feel it can't you. OK, I can describe this for you just as easily.
Anyway, once you've got all that plushy cotton gathered between the
baby's legs you snugly pull it to the baby's stomach like this. See how
it forms that classic puffy little 'V' shape. Now that's a nearly
perfect image. I like to start with the right side but you can start
with either side. Just grab the back flap like this and smooth the
front flap under like this and hold both with the tips of your fingers.
Feel that? You don't want to pull the first side to tight or you'll
offset the diaper when you pin the second side. So a good rule of thumb
is draw it closed with a knuckle between the baby's side and her little
diaper. Then pin it closed. I'm using pink diaper pins with little
bunnies on them. They are really cute. Want to see? No? OK, that's
alright precious. You can see them later. These are safety diaper pins
because they click into a grove that keeps them from popping undone.
That's really important when your skipping rope or playing hopscotch.
Anyway, you do the second side the same way making sure the diaper is
just snug around the little girls waist. Josh I'm pretty good at this.
Chuck, really you should see this. Come on honey open your pretty
little eyes. It's your first diaper!" Sandy said causing Chuck to open
and look.
His legs were still apart because Sandy was still between them and he
was looking at a puffy 'V' and those pink tipped diaper pins. He'd
nurse about an eighth of his baby bottle when he removed it from his
mouth. "Ta ta baby. Keep that bottle in till all of your milk is gone,"
Sandy said as she guided his hand holding it back towards his mouth
before she added: "Baby pants next!"
"These are very noisy so you'll have to ignore that when you're moving
about. I never wore these to school for that reason but I had to wear
them for a rash a few times. You'll like the feel of them I'm sure and
once you have your little dress on and that pretty slip the taffeta
will hide the rustle of you're panties. Anyway, put your feet in sweets
and mommy will get you all snug as a bug in a rug," Sandy said holding
the up slightly after moving out a little so Chuck could move his legs.
She guided the pink plastic pants over one foot then the other and drew
them along to his knees before he planted his feet and lifted his
bottom. Chuck felt the diaper ease away a little but tug at the back as
he moved. He could also feel the cotton bunching up between his thighs
as Sandy worked the panties up and over it. "Gosh, I was big back then.
I may have to start using two diapers on you," Sandy said as the baby
pants went over the back before he settled to the floor again.
"OK precious, now it's safe to wet if you need to. Just lay there and
I'll get your little girl shoes. I'm going to use my big girl Mary Jane
shoes because the little girl ones will be too small. It's ok though
because these are strapped just like my little ones only they've got a
slight heel. No big deal and with your pretty lace socks you should
look just as adorable. Here, I'll show you," Sandy said grabbing a lace
sock trimmed in pink.
Chuck was nearly half way through the bottle when Sandy had him stand.
He was expecting the slip until she said, "I'm guessing you want to see
how you look don't you? Of course you do. Come on and I'll let you use
the mirror in my room. This way you can also hear the baby pants before
you're slips cover the noise. Here, let me have the bottle and you can
nurse the pacifier for awhile."
Chuck led Sandy towards her room when she suddenly said, "I guess
Little Miss Waddles was accurate back then wasn't it. I mean you've got
a cute little waddle yourself sweets."
Chuck didn't turn around and continued down the hall to Sandy's room
when she suddenly said, "Oh look! There, there on my bed! Ruffled
panties! I almost forgot about those. Here precious I'll let you wear
those over you diaper and baby pants. Given how you were dress at the
house I'm sure these are going to delight you to no end. Come on, lift
a foot, that's it. Gosh this is so fun. I wish we'd done this sooner."
"Isn't that a sight to behold?" Sandy said over Chuck's left shoulder.
He didn't want to look but he didn't want to see into Sandy's eyes
either and if there was any up side he was thrilled over those panties
and how well her black patent strapped shoes felt on. His humiliation
was still there but other forces were coming into play as she patted
the ruffles from behind before taking his hand and added, "Time for you
little dress."
Humiliation can foster all sorts of negative feelings but that wasn't
the case in Chuck's case. Oh, he was humiliated and way beyond what
he'd imagined when he thought about being caught but that was no longer
the strongest emotion. That slip did rustle and it had far more layers
and gathers than his sisters.
Taffeta segmented into three layers sewn together with a layer of
chiffon that was trimmed in a wide lace. Each section smaller than the
last till those petticoats joined the bodice of the slip. That too was
taffeta and laced even around the neckline and he adored that little
pink bow. She toyed with the nylon straps bringing the slips side to
just under his arms and he felt wonderfully giddy as she played with
the layers around him.
"You really do like this don't you?" Sandy asked but no longer in a
mocking tone. She even took hold of his pacifier and removed it giving
him a chance to answer.
Chuck didn't look straight at her and said, "Yes."
"So it's not much of a punishment all of a sudden is it?" Sandy said
moving around to stand directly in front of him.
"No!" Chuck said keeping his eyes on the floor.
"But you don't like the diaper and those plastic pants do you?" Sandy
asked softly.
"Not really," Chuck said moving a leg and fibbing a little as the nylon
of the panties, pushed outward by the thick diaper, played against his
thighs.
"You do like the diaper don't you?" Sandy said more curious than
condemning.
"A little," Chuck said.
"You know, you really hurt me that summer!" Sandy said lifting Chuck's
face.
"I know and I did feel bad about it. It's why I never told anyone. I am
sorry. I was such as ass," Chuck said with his chin still gripped by
Sandy's hand.
"You were and it made me feel worse because I liked you," Sandy said.
"You did?" Chuck asked.
"Right from the start," Sandy added.
"I use to love watching you play in those fancy dresses your mother
made for you," Chuck said letting caution go out the door.
"Remember that one?" Sandy asked.
"No, I mean I'm not sure," Chuck said looking that the layer bubble-gum
pink party dress and it's gathered skirts and slips sewn into the
design.
"I had another one like that in yellow," Sandy said.
"I remember the yellow one," Chuck said.
"Want to wear that one instead?" Sandy asked.
"No! I mean maybe. I mean that pink one is very pretty," Chuck said
honestly but almost in a panic that he wouldn't get to wear it.
"You can wear the yellow one later if you want?" Sandy said letting go
of Chuck's chin and moving to the dress.
"I'd like that?" Chuck said in a voice that slipped into a softer tone.
"You've been doing this for a long time haven't you?" Sandy asked as
she undid the sash and worked on the buttons at the back.
"Yes!" Chuck said.
"I'm still going to make you wear diapers for awhile!" Sandy said
forcing herself to sound angry.
"OK," Chuck said passively.
"And you'll have to take a bottle now and then?" Sandy said testing the
new waters she found herself treading in.
"OK," Chuck said in that same tone.
"But not all the time!" Sandy said smiling as the anger slipped away.
"I don't mind," Chuck said no longer caring what Sandy might think.
"I know!" Sandy said sounding far more adult all of a sudden before
asking, "Do you like dolls?"
"Yes," Chuck said feeling his face flush at his confession.
"Mom made matching dresses for my Betsy Wetsy doll. Want to play with
her?" Sandy asked as she gathered the dress to slip it over Chuck's
head.
"OK," Chuck said letting that little girl within have free rain all of
a sudden.
"Do you have a name? I mean have you ever thought of a girls name?"
Sandy asked.
"Cindy!" Chuck said.
"Well Cindy! Lets get you into your little dress then go find Betsy
Wetsy and that boxes of dresses. Can't be a little girl without a doll
right?" Sandy said suddenly excited over the prospect of whatever it
was that had a hold of her.
"OK," Chuck said from underneath the layers of satin and tulle and
chiffon that fell over his head.
Chuck's head appeared as his arms came out of the puffed sleeves and
Sandy's face was near his. He was looking at her now and she looked
back not so much confused as in a sudden daze. The kiss was
experimental, soft, gentle but growing more firm before their mouths
parted.
It was almost evening when Sandy walked Chuck back towards his house.
He'd worn the pink dress for a short time, then changed into the yellow
one and finally ended up as Cinderella from a Halloween costume and
bridal slip. He'd worn panties in the yellow one but Sandy diapered him
again after time spent on the floor with her and Betsy Wetsy. Sandy
adored the diapers she'd said after Chuck diapered Betsy.
"I can't believe this?" Sandy said as they neared the gate.
"What?" Chuck asked pausing when Sandy did.
"I'm dating a guy that likes dressing like my Betsy Wetsy doll!" Sandy
said.
"Well, I'm falling for Little Miss Waddles so we're even," Chuck said
bending in to kiss Sandy and Sandy kissed back before breaking off.
"That's Ms. Waddles to you Cindy Sue!" Sandy said with a light slap
over chuck's jeans and the ruffled panties she insisted he wear home.
"Yes Ms. Waddles!" Chuck said jumping a little from the slap and giving
a poor version of a curtsey as he did so.
"That's better!" Sandy said before adding: "And we need to work on that
curtsey!"
"OK. Can I ask what you are going to do with those pictures?" Chuck
asked as he lifted the gates handle.
"Start an album silly. Do you have any idea how many dresses I had as a
little girl?" Sandy said as she moved a finger over the lob of his
right ear.
Note:
Will Cindy Sue and Miss Waddles continue their pastime ?? Drop a note
to FM if you think they should !
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