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Whoopsies, Chapter 3 ? By: Beverly Taff By the end of that school year, my breasts had grown quite full. My child- sized 22-inch chest now sported a splendid pair of C cup breasts with exquisitely sensitive nipples. With such a small child?s chest, it was impossible to disguise my adult breasts for they stuck right out from my narrow chest. I always received some curious stares when Mummy Jones took Pauline and me out to the mall. The sight of such a splendid pair of breasts on the body of a seven year old still sucking a dummy caused many heads to turn. I also noticed that my butt was growing. My hips had started to widen and my usual waddle had somehow become a wiggle. As I wiggled along holding mummy?s hand some complete dumbo would gape at my tits and I would hunch my shoulders in an impossible attempt to hide my magnificent pair. Then I would sense those same mindless eyes boring into my oversized butt after we had passed them. They would gape stupidly at my miniature hourglass figure that most women would die for. Then become puzzled as they studied my rounded butt so accentuated by my oversized nappy bulging under my frillies. I was becoming really self-conscious about my nappy. At home it was little better. My beautiful boobs were attracting extra attention from Pauline. Her own titties were beginning to grow and she always wanted talk to me about her prospects. ?Wiw my titties gwow as big as yours?? she constantly asked. ?I think so darwing,? I would try to answer reassuringly, ?Yow a real girl so yow titties should gwow bigger than mine.? ?Mmm. Tha- wiw be so-oo nice,? she would lisp dreamily. After these little intimate chats, Pauline never missed an opportunity to check my boobies out. Every morning as we showered together, she would pull out her comforter and beg me for a suck of my titties. I could hardly refuse, after all, our biology lessons had taught us that titties were for babies to suck and although Pauline was only a year younger than me she was still, technically, my baby sister. In addition to this, every child at our special school always felt an urge to have some sort of comforter in her mouth. If there was no dummy or bottle to suck, well, what was wrong with one of our friend?s titties? Besides, we all found the sensations of having our nipples sucked and tickled by our friends irresistible. Pauline?s soft lips and toothless gums left me breathless with desire as her tongue sent exquisite pulses of pleasure straight down to my pee-pee. After having reassured herself by sucking my nipples, she would smile innocently and reach down to tickle and squeeze my hard swollen pee-pee. Inevitably, I would end up thrusting urgently into her hand and she would giggle as she watched it spit out the curious fluid. Pauline was still innocent of what that ejaculation meant. She thought it was some kind of milk for she had not had the same lessons as Marjorie and I. Because we were the oldest in the class and at a more advanced sexual development, Miss Evans and Jacqueline had given Marjorie and I extra lessons to alert us to our advanced conditions. Pauline of course, was sexually a year behind us and had not yet developed as much sexual awareness. Because she only mixed with other children like us, she had little opportunity to be ?streetwise but she was catching up. Her own little titties had started to grow and she often played with them when she thought nobody was looking. Sometimes when we cuddled in bed she would let out a little squeak of pleasure if my knowing fingers found her little buds. This and our playing together during our morning shower was rapidly eroding Pauline?s innocence. Nevertheless, to Pauline, it was all still a ?game?. Invariably, she would bring me to a climax in the shower each morning and I would gasp with pleasure as she tried to catch it in her mouth. ?Is jus? like miwk!? she always giggled as the words lisped from her beautiful lips. I would just slump against the wall of the shower and that was where Pauline usually left me as she wrapped one of the big fluffy towels around her and scampered back to her bedroom to have her fresh nappy pinned up by Mummy Jones. By now I was very aware of my sexual development and I always had to wait in the shower until my Pee-pee had subsided before I could go and have my nappy pinned on. By this time Pauline was usually dressed and she would take sly looks at my pee-pee in a more knowing way that betrayed her growing precocity. Finally, the inevitable happened. Sexually, I was now the equivalent of fifteen years old. My libido was overwhelmingly powerful and I now recovered from Pauline?s games very quickly. One Saturday morning I was a little later than usual emerging from the shower after Pauline. My libido had some extra time to recover and I was feeling slightly horny again. I tried to ignore my arousal as I lay back and spread my legs for Mummy Jones to rub my nappy cream in. Mummy Jones noticed my erect condition though she said nothing just then. But when she started spreading the baby cream on my pee-pee, I began to feel those lovely pulsing throbs as my groin and I started to hump against her soft hands. I tried to resist my urges but Mummy Jones smiled gently. ?Are you excited about something darling?? she whispered before turning to collect the pin for my nappy and gathered one of the folds. I let out a little gurgle of surprise as my pee-pee became extra hard and I felt that delicious familiar pulse as I spurted semen straight into her hands. Mummy Jones let out a squeak of surprise and stared with amusement at the big white blob in her palm. Then Pauline seized her opportunity. With her knowing ways, she had been closely watching Mummy Jones creaming my stiff pee-pee. Pretending total innocence she giggled as my ?miwk? continued spurting then she reached forward. ?Oooh wook! Bewevy?s got miwk!? she lisped excitedly So saying she extended her hand and trapped a spurt as it splashed onto her fingers. After studying it briefly, she sucked her forefinger right there in front of Mummy Jones. ?Mmmm! Iss stwange mummy. Iss different from schoow miwk!? Mummy Jones scolded her softly. ?Don?t do that my sweet. That?s not real milk. It?s Beverly?s special milk. It?s not for drinking.? ?Wass it for?? demanded Pauline. ?I?ll tell you when you?re older. Now promise me you?ll not do that again.? Pauline pretended to look puzzled and innocent but I knew better. Pauline had already developed a taste for my ?milk? and had taken to occasionally sucking my pee-pee into her mouth when we showered together. Her bold action in testing my ?miwk? in front of Mummy Jones was simply to check what sort of adult taboo was attached to such an activity. Pauline was anything but simple or naive. After all, inside that little seven-year-old girl skeleton ticked the mind of a fourteen-year-old girl, and a very randy girl at that. Only her skeleton was seven, her brain, boobs, hips and sensations were fourteen. Because Mummy Jones was so indulgent towards Pauline?s misdemeanour, the mild scolding had sent a message that the activity was not entirely wrong. Pauline was storing up such information for future pleasures and what was more I knew it. She gave me a knowing smile and waddled off down to breakfast. Mummy Jones smiled softly as she washed her hand in our bathroom hand basin then dried them with a tissue before getting a second clean nappy and placing me in it. ?We don?t want little Beverly being all sticky before we even start, do we darling?? ?I?m sowwy mummy. I couldn?t stop,? I lisped softly. ?That?s quite all right darling. Little accidents can happen and mummy doesn?t mind. Did it feel nice?? I smiled as I pretended innocence and raised my butt co-operatively as she drew my waterproof panties up my legs. Finally I was fully dressed and wiggled self-consciously down to breakfast. There, Daddy Jones had prepared breakfast and I noticed that under his fluffy dressing gown he was wearing his favourite pale blue silk nightie. This was not unusual; Daddy Jones was steadily becoming more active in his transvestism. Now he often sat around in the mornings and evenings in a pale blue peignoir that exactly complemented Mummy?s pink one. In fact they slept together in matching outfits except that Daddy?s was pale blue and Mummy?s was always pink or white. Daddy Jones owned several ladies wear shops and he had free rein to indulge his life long pleasures. That Saturday morning Pauline was sitting on his knee with her bottle in her mouth and my bottle was cooling on the table. Mummy followed me in and patted her lap to invite me to sit on her lap. It was impossible to clamber up onto Mummy?s lap whilst she wore her silky nightie. My glossy white tights just slithered uselessly against her silky nightie. I held out my arms and kicked of my fluffy slippers so that Mummy Jones could lift me to her lap. Then she took the bottle and tested the temperature of the milk. With a smile, she offered me the bottle and I grasped it contentedly then I wrapped my lips around the teat and started sucking. My eyes closed in contentment as she held me close to the luxurious softness of her breasts and I suckled on the bottle. As she cradled me in her arms, I felt her fingers idly roaming to my own soft breasts and gently caress my supersensitive nipples. I squirmed softly in her embrace and my tights slithered erotically against her silk nightie as I spread my legs to let my pee-pee grow comfortably in the folds of my nappy. My glossy white tights slithered on her silky lap she kissed my forehead and whispered, ?Be happy my baby.? This had recently become the Saturday morning routine. Mr Jones had become bolder with his transvestism as mummy indulged his needs. We children did not know it but he had started on a feminisation regime controlled by the same doctor who attended at our school. Daddy Jones had never been a big man but now, he looked positively effeminate. He had taken to nursing Pauline in his arms regularly and they presented a beautiful picture of ?mother and child?. Now he always relaxed in his nightie while we were nursed in our parent?s arms. Over a slow relaxed breakfast, we two children would savour the luxury of being cradled as we suckled from our bottles. Pauline of course, was her ?Daddy?s Girl? whilst I was ?Mummy?s boy. Later in the morning, mummy would help daddy get ?dressed? and we would travel to the big city. There our family would readily pass for two mummies out with their children. I was impressed with daddy?s transition, nobody would ever have recognised him for a man. During the remainder of the morning we would indulge in some shopping before visiting our usual restaurant for lunch. There we would meet up with Marjorie and Delia with their mummy. Their father had divorced their mother long ago and their mother struggled to bring them up alone. She worked as the manageress at one of Daddy Jones?s satellite boutiques in our local town whilst Daddy ran the whole business from his office at the main shop in the city during the weekdays. Sometimes during those Saturday trips, we would even visit our own city boutique. As we entered the shop, we children would hug ourselves with glee when Betty, the manageress of the main boutique failed to recognise her own boss. After some more afternoon shopping we would all return back to our farm where Marjorie and Delia would play with us until sundown. Finally we would all have our bottles of milk together and they would stay over until Sunday. When Marjorie and Delia stayed over, we were always allowed to stay up late on Saturdays and watch a comedy video before being changed and put to bed. Pauline and I slept together in our room whilst Marjorie and Delia were put in my old room. During the night we would inevitably swap places and all creep into the huge king-sized bed in the spare room. This bed was huge and could easily accommodate four young children with lots of room to spare. The idea of sharing that bed was too much to resist. We children would invariably creep along the landing and all snuggle together in the giant bed. Our Parents obviously knew about this but also ignored it. I realise now they felt what was good for them was good for us. It never struck us as strange that Marjorie?s mummy didn?t sleep in the spare room. She always slept in the master bedroom with mummy and daddy but we never realised that they all shared the big master bed in that room. We never realised that there was anything unusual about this because we often saw comedy films of Laurel and Hardy sharing a bed. Anyhow, there was little naughtiness that we could get up to in our secure all-in-one tutu cum baby-grows. All we could do was caress each other?s sensitive nipples through the soft satiny fabric. I later learned that Marjorie?s mum also favoured transvestism in men for that was how she and mummy had become friends before getting married. They both believed that transvestism made men more sensitive and understanding of a woman?s other needs besides just sex. Shopping came top of this list of needs and daddy enjoyed shopping as much if not more than his two lady friends. It was this part of his makeup that made him such a successful fashion retailer. Because of daddy?s sensitivity to women?s needs, Marjorie?s mum was an eager participant in their m?nage-a-trois and they all three shared the master bed on Saturday nights. They even slept each in matching blue, pink and white nighties. I only discovered this one night when Pauline developed a painful tummy cramp and I had to wake up Mummy Jones to come and see to Pauline. That was the night that Pauline entered her menarche. Marjorie explained the details to Delia as Mummy and I attended to Pauline in the bathroom. We children all felt sorry for Pauline and were very gentle with her for the rest of the night. Fortunately, the tummy cramp was a ?one-off?. After that initial first cramp, Pauline suffered little with her menses. Mummy Jones had taken her to the doctor for some special medicine. The side effect was that Pauline?s breasts quickly developed until she sported a lovely pair of D sized breasts on her tiny 22-inch chest. Her hips also spread and she joined Marjorie and me in the ?wiggle club?. It was about this time that we really became worried about our seemingly permanent incontinence. Pauline and I broached this issue with our mummy and daddy whilst Marjorie approached her mummy. Mummy Jones explained the circumstances to Pauline and me. ?My dears, there?s nothing we can do to cure the problem you have and stop you pooping in your nappies. Your sphincter muscles do not work and there is no way to close your bottoms and stop the whoopsies escaping.? ?But mummy,? I lisped, ?cant you pu- some sort ow stoppew in there? Like the pwug in the bath?? Mummy Jones turned questioningly to daddy and raised an eyebrow. He turned from the mirror with his lipstick half finished and spoke thoughtfully to us all. ?Uhm, there might be a way. I was speaking to the school doctor only last week and she mentioned some new type of surgery for people who have had their sphincters damaged.? Mummy Jones looked quizzically at daddy then grinned knowingly. ?Good gracious! Your sphincter isn?t damaged is it darling? ?Not mine, you silly goose. I?m a tranny not a gay.? ?Oh! You mean Beverly and Pauline?s?? ?And Marjorie?s and Delia?s,? finished Daddy Jones. Pauline and my ears pricked up as mummy glanced towards us and Daddy Jones smiled. ?Can we be made bettah?? I asked hopefully. ?I?m not sure my petals,? smiled Daddy Jones as he finished his lipstick, ?I?ll speak again to the doctor. Now you two be good for Miss Jacqueline. OK? This is a very special night out for us. Marjorie?s mummy and we two are forming a new club in the big city. They?ll be here any moment as well as Jacqueline. She?s going to be your baby-sitter.? As daddy finished putting his beautiful new earrings in, he rose from the dressing table and invited our observations. ?How?s that?? ?You wook lovely daddy!? we both lisped. He reached down and swept both of us up to his newly grown breasts. We snuggled affectionately into his feather soft bosoms and smiled with delight as we pressed our cheeks against his blouse. ?You a nice daddy,? gurgled Pauline as we rubbed our cheeks against DFaddy?s stiffening nipples. Daddy?s faced turned crimson for a moment as his nipples grew stiff and stuck out in their soft bra cups. Mummy noticed them and grinned as daddy gasped slightly then said, ?Whoops,? and motioned to mummy for help. Mummy reached out and gently eased our cheeks away from his rigid nipples as he sighed with relief and put us both down. Then we heard the sound of Miss Jacqueline?s car scuffed on the gravel by the front door. Mummy picked us up as daddy answered the door and there was soft giggle as he invited Miss Jacqueline. He returned with his face redder still and his nipples sticking out like organ stops. Jacqueline gave Mummy Jones a knowing look as she nodded towards daddy?s breasts. ?The pills are working then,? she observed. Mummy smiled then nodded as she handed Jacqueline a list of instructions for babysitting all four of us. Finally, Marjorie and Delia arrived with their mummy and we all danced excitedly as our parents prepared to leave. This was the first time we were to be left in Jacky?s care as a baby-sitter and she was staying overnight. We all loved Miss Jacqueline. She had been the best teacher we could ever have wished for and she fully understood our circumstances. We had recently learned that she was going to become a mummy herself and we were all hoping that her baby would be born in the summer holidays. We all begged her to keep on teaching and we all promised to help nurse her baby if she brought it into class. Jacky was noticeably pregnant with her swollen tummy. Our mummies told us not to be disobedient or rough with Jacqueline because she was ?in a delicate condition? and we mustn?t harm the baby. After kisses and hugs all around, our three parents left and Jacqueline got prepared. Firstly, we played some board games and then we watched the usual comedy video as Jacky prepared our bottles. Finally we couldn?t keep the sleep fairy away and Jacky had to wake us up to climb sleepily up to Pauline?s bedroom. There she laid us out on the bed like a row of peas and changed us each in turn. At one stage we all lay in a row with our naked bums being creamed before Jacky finally pinned up our nappies and dressed us for bed. We were a little disappointed that she stuck strictly to our parents instructions and dressed us up in our special all-over baby grows with built in bra cups. With our thick mittens and huge nappies, there would be no nonsense that night. Unbeknownst to us Jacky had decided to sleep in the spare bedroom with its giant bed. She had decided that the vast space would help her sleep comfortably with the growing lump in her tummy. She went to bed soon after us because she had had a busy Saturday and her pregnancy was tiring. The final effort of preparing four excited children for bed had exhausted her. We heard her preparing her chocolate then after showering and dressing in her nightie, she clambered exhausted into her chosen bed. The chocolate soon took effect and Jackie fell into a deep sleep immediately. Later that night we four children met on the landing and crept silently into the big spare room bed. Jacqueline was so zonked out that she did not wake up as we crept into the bed. It was only after I had bumped up against the unrecognised lump that we four realised we had all climbed into bed with Jacky. Fortunately, she was in a deep sleep and we giggled as we decided to stay with her. The bed was so big that there was still plenty of room for lots more children. Gently I crept around the other side whilst Marjorie acted as the other ?bookend to stop Delia and Pauline rolling out of bed. As I cuddled up to Jacky?s butt, I heard Delia and Pauline giggling until Marjorie shushed them to be quiet. Eventually my curiosity got the better of me and I gently slipped my hand over Jacqueline?s waist to see if I could feel the baby. Suddenly I froze as I felt the tiniest of kicks and Jacqueline shifted slightly. Happily, Jacky slept on and my hand wandered a little further. She stirred slightly and my hand froze again, but she did not waken. Eventually my hand was resting on her breast and I felt her nipple harden. She gave a final soft murmur and wriggled unconsciously against me then settled further into her sleep. Soon I felt another inquisitive set of fingers exploring Jacky?s body and I recognised Marjorie?s ring on her little finger. Marjorie was the only one amongst us who always wore a ring. She liked to feel ?grown up? because she was the eldest. She had stretched across Delia and Pauline in her curiosity to feel Jacqueline?s bump then she had shifted her fingers to Jacky?s swollen nipples. She let out a low giggle as she felt my hand then she shifted her hand to Jacky?s other breast. ?I can feew Jacquewine?s baby moving,? she lisped excitedly. ?So can I,? I whispered. With that both our hands slid back to Jacqueline?s tummy and we both smiled as we felt the baby kick again. Finally we both fell asleep as Jacky murmured contentedly in her sleep. As the dawn broke we were wakened by Jacqueline?s shocked gasp as she found her bed shared by four other little partners. ?What are you doing here you little tinkers?? she squeaked. ?Sweeping,? replied Pauline sleepily. ?You shouldn?t be here, you should be in your own beds!? she scolded half- heartedly. ?We wike sweeping wi- you,? added Delia as she tried to snuggle tighter against Jacky?s swollen tummy. Jacqueline gave a sigh of resignation and left us lying in a bundle as her pressing need took her to the bathroom. Then she returned and studied us as we gathered hopefully together in the huge bed. With a smile she heaved her bump forward and clambered clumsily onto the bed. Awkwardly, she huffed and puffed before squeezing between and extending her arms to embrace us. After a communal hug, we discussed what we were going to do. After planning the day?s activities, the conversation turned to her baby and we eagerly questioned her about its progress. ?Well, my darlings. She?s a little girl and her name?s going to be Rosie. If you put your hands just there, you can feel her kicking.? Four curious hands immediately stretched out to touch her tummy and we giggled with delight as we confirmed Rosie?s activity. Then we smelt a dirty nappy and exchanged glances as we wondered whom it was. Jacqueline grinned affectionately and declared it time to get up. We all sat on the edge of the bed in an obedient row while Jackie unlaced the bodices of our tutu-baby-grows and sent us to the bathroom to undress each other. For an hour we played and squealed with delight in the shower while Jacqueline savoured another hour in bed. The she called us out of the shower and we toweled ourselves off before wiggling of in line to her big bed in the spare room. There we found our nappies neatly laid out for pinning. We climbed obediently onto the bed and lay on our backs in a row as she deftly pinned us up. Then we all helped each other get dressed and buttoned into our frilly tutus and party frocks before Jacky laced each one of us up. Once dressed, Marjorie and I were allowed to warm the milk on the stove whilst Delia and Pauline got our bottles and teats out of the sterilizer. By ten o?clock we were fed and ready to go for a run in Jacqueline?s car. For a surprise, she took us to a beautiful private lake that had belonged to her recently dead father. When Jacqueline was only nine, her mother had divorced her father in disgust at learning of his transvestism. The courts naturally sided with the mother and he had been forced from the family home before Jacqueline was even ten years old. Having been deemed a risk to his beloved daughter because of his transvestism Jacky?s father had been denied access to his only child. Tormented by the denial of access, he had reconciled his hurt and frustration by plunging into the real estate business to alleviate the pain of losing his daughter. His activities proved a huge success and he soon became a rich man. Jacqueline had never learned about her father?s transvestism but she had loved her dad and knew full well that he had always loved her. When she reached the age of fourteen, she had run away from her mother and her abusive new boyfriend. Jacqueline went looking for her real father. Social services had been alerted and she had spent more time avoiding capture than seeking her beloved dad. It did not help that she was looking for a man when her father now lived as a woman and ?dressed? full time. It was only by a happy accident that he had discovered her struggling to survive in a flea infested slum as she got by without resorting to the usual degradations of a young girl on the street. One day he had gone to check out a slum apartment block with a view to knocking it down and redeveloping it. He had got up very early to check out the neighbourhood and he was standing looking at the building when he noticed the girl delivering some free advertising flyers. He watched her delivering free advertising papers and eventually recognised his daughter. His efforts to speak to her however, were frustrated by Jacqueline?s caution. The hard-bitten and street-wise Jacqueline refused to believe that the nosey transvestite in the Cadillac was actually her father. He had immediately returned to his palacious home and collected old family photographs but when he returned she was gone. It was to be the following week before he caught up with her again as she worked the same paper round. The fifteen-year-old girl was filthy and dressed in ragged clothes like a street tramp but at least she hadn?t resorted to prostitution or vice. The filthy clothes and sheaf of papers in her hand proved her honest efforts to get by. The early morning hours also indicated that the kid did an honest day?s work. It was a cold Sunday morning and the frost still lay on the grass as she struggled with the heavy bag of advertising literature on her shoulder. Her father silently offered up a prayer of thanks and stopped the car as the girl cautiously crossed the street and waited by a side alley ready to make her escape. This time her father was prepared. He simply placed the bundle of old photographs and a note of explanation on the sidewalk then called across the street. ?These are for you!? he called softly, so not to waken the neighbourhood. ?I?m going now. Read the note and you?ll know where I am.? Then he drove away. As the car disappeared down the street, Jacqueline cautiously crossed the street and inspected the little parcel. The letters and photographs finally convinced the kid that the ?weirdo in the Cadillac? might indeed be her dad. She read the instructions and decided to check it out. The next day was a Sunday and she decided to get up early and check the ?expensive? address out. Once she had cautiously ?cased the joint? she nervously rang the bell. The same man came down the drive in his nightie and was just about to open the gate when she made him leave it shut. Through the bars she asked some vital questions whilst remaining poised ready to run for it if she got suspicious. Finally he answered her questions with frightening accuracy and Jacqueline was finally reconciled with her father. From that singularly lucky encounter Jacqueline had lived with her beloved father until his untimely death only a couple of years later. His property business had been hugely successful and now the whole estate was Jacqueline?s property. At the tender age of sixteen Jacqueline was a millionairess. Her father?s transvestite partner had offered to buy her share and Jacky had sold all but a few choice plots. The lake and surrounding forest had been a remote retreat where her father had once entertained his transvestite friends in total privacy. The lake was still secure and Jacqueline knew nobody would disturb we four children as we picnicked beside a secluded little bay on her private property. Jacqueline slipped into her bathing costume and watched from the picnic blanket as we children skinny-dipped until mid afternoon. Then we heard the familiar sound of Daddy?s four-by-four as he and our two mummies arrived to join in the fun. Unlike us children, our mummies and daddy refused to skinny dip. Instead they changed into their bathing costumes to join us. Even in his costume, it was impossible to tell that daddy was a man. His breasts were every bit as well developed as our two mummies, and his hair and skin was totally female. Jacqueline joined us briefly but her ?bump? prevented any strenuous activity. She soon returned ashore and prepared food for the rest of us. Later we played hide-and-seek amongst the trees but after only one game we had to put our costumes on. Running without bra support had become painful for all of us children. As we chased each other back to the base-den, our fulsome breasts bouncing and wobbling about. They didn?t swing uncontrollably because they were firm and bouncy but their weight made it difficult to run and jump without support. All our costumes had good support and we were grateful for the essential support and comfort they provided. In the water, our breasts had enjoyed the support of the water but outside they were heavy. Later, as the evening chill arrived, Jackie warmed our milk and we lay on the big blanket around the fire each sucking greedily on our bottles. In the silence of the approaching evening, the grown-ups chatted. Finally we were removed from our bathing costumes and dressed once more in our nappies and frilly frocks then driven home. That Sunday night we all slept like logs whilst daddy and our two mummies chatted far into the night. In the morning, we learned to our joy that Marjorie, Delia and their mummy were coming to live permanently with us. A week later Daddy organised the building of an extension to the house and we were packed off to Marjorie?s house for a couple of months. When we returned, there were extra bedrooms and bathrooms, but what really excited us was the new extra large bedroom with an even bigger bed than the old spare room. This room also had its own twin-shower en-suite bathroom. It was perfectly set up or we four children. Downstairs, we had been given our own den whilst our mummies and daddy each had an extra private study. The house was now a perfect home for us all. That very first night we christened the new bed, whilst Jacqueline slept again in the old spare room. Her baby was due any day and she had moved in with our family to have somebody nearby when the time arrived to take her to hospital. As we lay in our new bed, we really wanted to join Jacky again but felt our mummies had warned us not to. Jacqueline?s bump was now huge and she got tired easily and needed all the sleep she could get. We missed her at school as well for she had also given up teaching for a semester on maternal leave. Instead she lived with us as a lodger cum extra nanny. A few nights later we heard Jacqueline give a cry and daddy rushed her to hospital whilst our mummies reassured us that everything would be O.K. They were proved right for two days later she returned with her newborn daughter Rosie. We four children were delighted for we now had a real live ?dolly? to look after. Rosie lacked for nothing. During the day, Mummy Jones was always available to help and during the evenings after school, there were always four willing little helpers to change her nappy. However, the nicest part was that Jacqueline had excess milk in her breasts. Long after little Rosie was fed, Jacky was still lactating excess milk. As a special treat, each night before bedtime, she expressed her excess milk into a special vacuum pump then shared it out amongst us. Jacky?s milk was much nicer than the formulae milk and cow?s milk that we normally had and it was a welcome change. Sometimes as a really special treat, when our daddy and mummies were out, Jacqueline would add secret strawberry or banana flavouring and we would have ?pyjama party? before going to bed. This was always a special delight for otherwise we never got to taste anything sweet. In fact we often craved for sweets, cake or chocolate though we couldn?t handle solids of any sort. Our baby tummies could not handle it nor had we teeth to chew the sweets. We had all tried to eat sweets of course. We all had fond memories of candies, toffees, cookies and cake but every time we tried them we had painful tummy cramps. If we took a sweet from bowl on the table, our toothless gums invariably failed to make an impression. Nor could we suck them much either. The sweets were always of the chewy or crunchy kind and it was quite frustrating to have to sit with the grown-ups when they shared out the treats. Despite our memories of the delightful tastes, we couldn?t chew or digest them. Anyway if we did, we invariably got tummy-ache. For this reason alone, Jacqueline?s secret treats with her special milkshakes particularly endeared us to her. Later, when Rosie was slowly being weaned from milk to solids, we all became envious that she was learning to take solids. We of course were unable to copy her progress but there was one special consolation. Jacqueline so liked having her nipples sucked that she took to indulging we four ?babies? even further. She explained to us exactly how to suck milk from her beautiful breasts without hurting her nipples and we soon learned the technique. Each evening after Rosie was bedded, we four would all climb into her bed for a special feed, directly from Jacqueline?s bountiful supply. Jacqueline would sit up and rest her back against the pillows with her beautiful breasts open and available. Then we would sit one each side of her and rest our heads on her arms as she cuddled our lips to those delightful thick pink rosebuds. Strangely, Jacqueline?s nipples never turned brown and I suppose it was because she was a natural platignum blonde. Her skin was a very pale peachy cream and this must have determined that her delightful nipples always stayed pink. Since we all still had the statures of six and seven-year-olds, our head came exactly to Jacqueline?s breasts when we sat alongside her in her bed. This made it easy to lie in the crooks of her arms as we paired up to each take a breast. The same routine was also followed in the early morning before everybody else was awake. Jacqueline thus became our wet nurse at home as well as our teacher in school. This continued for several more years long after Marjorie and I had passed our sixteenth birthdays. When Marjorie and I finally reached sixteen, our mummies sat us down one Saturday and asked us what we wanted from life. We exchanged uncertain glances for we were not sure. Life for us was very comfortable. We lacked for nothing and we enjoyed abundant love and care. It was stupid to ask for ?adult bodies, for we knew full well that we were now permanently locked into this juvenile state. Our little child bodies would never grow and our adult sexual developments would always appear disproportionately large on our little bodies. We were freaks and we would always be so. There was no way around that. As we sat undecided on the settee I suddenly smelt the usual telltale aroma that declared that either Marjorie or I had whoopsei?d. I soon realised it was me as the familiar warm sticky sensation spread into my nappy. Then it came to me. ?Would it ever be possible to grow out of nappies, or somehow stop needing to always wear them?? nervously I broached this idea. ?Mummy. Ca- you mend my botty?? ?What d?you mean, Beverly Darling?? ?Well sor- of fix my hole so I don? whoopsie.? Marjorie immediately nodded vigorously and bounced eagerly on the settee to demonstrate her concurrence. This caused my whoopsies to spread in my nappy and I gently pressed her knee to stop her bouncing. ?Don- Margowy. Iss make my whoopsie spwead!? She stopped immediately for she readily understood our mutual ?idio- glosau? style of lisping, immature pronunciation. Then she peered hopefully into her mummy?s eyes. Both our mummies smiled and nodded their heads slowly as Mummy Jones spoke kindly and reassuringly. ?We?ll speak to daddy.? Our hearts leapt for joy as we squeaked with pleasure and hugged each other tightly. I then realised that Marjorie had also whoopsie?d and we declared our conditions to our mummies. ?You?d better go and see Jacqueline then petals.? That night, our mummies and daddy had a long talk with all four of us as we declared our wish to be fixed so that we didn?t have to wear nappies. A week later, daddy sat us two older children down and explained. ?I have spoken to the school doctor and she knows a special surgeon who might be able to do something. I have arranged an appointment at school next Tuesday.? On the Tuesday our Mummies and Daddy accompanied us to school instead of Jacqueline driving us in. She joined us in Miss Evans?s office where two doctors were seated. One was the school doctor who had been helping daddy feminise his appearance. The other was a very beautiful lady and a complete stranger. She smiled reassuringly though and we grew comfortable in her presence. Then she asked us to strip as though having our nappies changed. This occurred every day in class, so it was not an issue. With Jacqueline?s help, we removed our pretty frocks and tutus then lay in a row on our backs with our legs parted on the inspection couch as this doctor probed our botties. ?Do you feel that? Does that hurt? Are you feeling full or empty now? Does that feel nice?? She went down the line probing and feeling each one of us and we responded accordingly. Finally she spoke. ?Well all of them seem to have the same condition.? We children waited with bated breath as the adults exchanged knowing looks and frowns as the doctor continued. ?Their sexual responses and sensations are perfectly normal but their digestive functions are completely paralysed. They will never be able to voluntarily evacuate their bowels or bladders.? My heart fell for a moment but the doctor continued. ?However, all is not lost. I have been researching a new urological procedure and I should be able to implant some artificial urological devices that I have been developing. These will enable their bladders to be controlled artificially so that they can urinate on command. As to evacuating the faeces however, this is much more complicated. The neurological processes are more complex and I have not done anything in that area. All I can do is fit each child with some sort of simple anal plug that can be opened when required. Then the colon can be flushed out as a sort of daily or indeed, twice daily, colonic irrigation.? She fell silent as she looked expectantly at the other adults. Miss Evans nodded discreetly toward her apartment door and Jacqueline was asked to dress us again. The adults retired to Miss Evans?s private apartments behind the main office. We returned to our classroom and sat talking amongst ourselves nervously. Colin lisped curiously as he sat in his special ?baby seat? and waggled his plump chubby little legs. ?Whass happenin-?? he asked, trying to suppress his excitement. ?Wes?s goin- be fixed,? replied Marjorie, trying to suppress her excitement. ?How?? pressed Colin. ?Ou wee-wees and botties fixed,? I elaborated. ?How?? repeated Colin. ?We dunno-,? replied Pauline. ?They jus gonna? be fixed. No mow nappies fow us.? Colin?s eyes lit up hopefully. ?An me?? ?Dunno-,? replied Marjorie, ?I? depend wha yow mummy want?? ?Colin fell silent. His mummy had already reduced him to an adult in a toddler?s body. Now he normally crawled everywhere with only occasional unsteady forays into standing and wobbling precariously on his chubby bandy little legs. Colin could now only walk by clinging onto the desks. Despite his being the biggest and most boisterous baby in the class, he usually needed help getting anywhere far. When the class went out on school trips, Colin usually sat in his pushchair whilst we other ?seven- year-olds? took turns to push him. Despite this, Colin sported a beautiful pair of breasts and was the cleverest child in the class. He still wore his blue sailor style romper suites to complement the rest of us wearing our frilly frocks. Colin was a sweetie! That night when we four got home our mummies explained. ?Well children, next year when Pauline reaches sixteen, Marjorie, Beverly and Pauline are going to be fixed up. Then you won?t have to wear nappies all the time.? We all smiled and squealed with delight at this news but Delia was a ittle upset. ?Why no- me?? she whined. ?You?re too young yet darling. You?ll be done when you?re sixteen as well. The twins in your class will also be sixteen then and their mummy says they will be fixed as well.? Delia was mollified and smiled as she joined us in our den. There we expressed our delight but we little realised that this would not mean freedom for us. In fact it would make us more dependent upon our mummies but more of that next time. End of Chapter 3 - To Be Continued