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Whoopsies, Chapter 5 ? By: Beverly Taff
Still naked, we trotted obediently to the bathroom and set about
investigating our butt plugs. As we bent over we found we could only
unscrew our butt plugs one at a time. The key chains were all attached to
the same bolt in the wall of the new enlarged shower cubicle. This bolt
was set in the wall immediately above a new toilet pan that had also been
installed in the shower cubicle. The chains were too short to allow our
rounded teardrop butt cheeks to line up alongside each other. Our wide
?child-bearing? hips made it impossible to all bend over the toilet pan at
once.
We would each have to ?go? one at a time whilst another unscrewed the plug
from our butts and the third stood by with toilet tissue or a shower
nozzle. Once again we had been made beholden to each other or our mummies.
We would each need other assistance every time we needed to go. It seemed
that at every juncture, our reliance on each other was being reinforced.
Marjorie elected to go first and balanced uncertainly over the pan as I
cautiously tugged at the chain and inserted the key into her plug. Pauline
elected to stand by with the shower nozzle and a bunch of toilet tissue.
She was unsure which would be needed most. We all knew what to expect and
I nervously started to turn the key. Marjorie immediately twitched then
grunted anxiously.
?Oooh! I- feels jus wike I?m gonna poo-poo! Quick Bewewy! I-?ss gonna
bwow!?
At the second turn I felt the pressure behind Marjorie?s plug and realised
her whoopsies were going to spurt out. The trouble was that she couldn?t
get nearer the pan because the key chain was too short. It was obvious
that her whoopsie was going to shoot out backwards all over my hand.
?Twy an- stan- upwight!? I begged as the liquid whoopsies started to spurt
from around the loosened plug. Because we were permanently restricted to
milk and liquid diets our whoopsies reflected the nature of our permanent
diet. Any pressure was forcing Marjorie?s whoopsies past the broken seal
of the loosened butt-plug. Marjorie was bursting to go!
Urgently I tried to avoid being splashed by Marjorie?s whoopsies but it
was hopeless.
?Twy an- get lower to de pan!? I begged.
?I can- ge- down any wower! De pwug is held up by de chain! De chain?s too
showt!? whimpered Marjorie.
With Marjorie?s words hardly finished I finally freed the plug and the
pressure of her exploding urgency sprayed whoopsies all round the toilet
pan and over my hands. Pauline?s eyes rolled with disgust as she discarded
the toilet tissue and turned on the shower nozzle. Fortunately, each of
our three shower nozzles now had extra long hoses designed to reach the
toilet pan. Pauline immediately started to hose down Marjorie, the toilet
pan and me. The stuff was everywhere and it was several minutes before we
finally got everything clean. It was obvious that our mummies had
anticipated something like this because our new shower cubicle reflected
it.
The enlarged shower cubicle had a tiled floor with it?s own central drain-
away so the liquid mess was quickly dispatched away. Also there was a
large plastic can of disinfectant standing just outside the shower door.
Pauline fetched it and liberally sprayed the whole shower cubicle.
Fortunately we were all naked so no clothes were soiled.
?Dis iss awfuw!? wailed Marjorie.
?Wa- a stink!? protested Pauline.
I showed a greater practicality by observing that Pauline and I still
hadn?t gone.
?Oh bovver!? cursed Marjorie as she realised that we would have to repeat
the whole messy business twice more.
We decided to do Pauline and me together before tackling the cleaning up.
The shower cubicle was a real mess until we finally got things clean
again. Fortunately, the extended hoses on the three shower nozzles allowed
us all to thoroughly sluice down the mess around the toilet pan in the
shower cubicle. Ruefully, we completed showering and finally got ourselves
clean before returning naked to the bedroom. There was Mummy Jones waiting
with a knowing little smile playing along her lips.
?Well Girls, nice and clean are we??
We all chorused our protests.
?De butt key chains a- too showt!?
?Hmm, yes I rather thought that. I?ll have them lengthened. You can only
go one at a time anyway because there?s only one toilet seat. It should be
much easier once you can sit properly on the pan. You?ll soon get the hang
of it. Now d?you want butt plugs or nappies during the night??
We exchanged uncertain glances. Butt plugs would enable us to dress like
adults but nappies were easier to change, at least until the key chains
were lengthened in the shower. That first night we felt compelled to
choose nappies and once again we were bundled up in our familiar frilly
waterproof panties and back buttoning tutus.
Morning found us in the bathroom removing each other?s nappies then
showering before inserting each other?s butt plugs. We returned to the
bedroom to find Mummy Jones and Mummy Williams laying out our new adult
panties. This was to be our first time to wear proper adult panties and we
were excited.
Our mummies watched with smiles as we stood together naked as jaybirds.
Eagerly we fingered the deliciously silky panties and ruffled the stiff
frilly lace along our ticklish palms.
?De?s nice,? whispered Pauline as she held her yellow panties to the light
and fingered the satiny translucent sheen.
?Now children, bend over so I can lock your butt plugs,? requested Mummy
Williams.
Resignedly, we bent over to present three beautifully rounded peachy
little butts as Mummy Williams slotted each individual key and secured our
plugs for the day. We were now well and truly ?fixed?. Thoughtfully we
each fingered our individual plugs and wondered how it would feel at the
end of the day when we knew we would all be desperate to go. Then Mummy
Jones proffered Marjorie her pink panties.
Marjorie raised her toes obediently as she carefully stepped into the
frilly pink leg holes and shuddered as she drew the panties up her peachy
soft, slender, hairless little legs. She gave a little shudder as she drew
the crotch tight against her tickly and gasped with delight.
?Mmm. Dey lovwy and soft, an- de fwills tickle my legs.?
My heart flipped with anticipation as I dimly recalled the wonderful
sensations I had once enjoyed as a little boy trying on my mummy?s
panties.
?Would it be as nice again?? I wondered.
My question was soon answered. Delicately I pointed my little toes and
carefully savoured the delicious sensations as I drew my frilly pale blue
lingerie first up one leg then the other. The silky sensations against my
baby soft skin sent lightning bolts up my spine as my pee-pee quickly
started to respond. Marjorie giggled knowingly then grasped the waistband
of my panties as I was working them past my knees. Gently she restrained
the frilly pale blue panties from traveling all the way to my waist.
?I wanna get dwessed. ?Leggo?!? I protested weakly.
?No, wait uh bit? argued Marjorie knowingly. ?Yow know yow wike panties.
I- will be nicer after yow waited uh bit.?
Marjorie fully understood my transvestite obsession with silky panties and
we exchanged an understanding glance. She glanced over her shoulder for
?permission? from our mummies. They gave the slightest of nods but it was
a clear signal to Marjorie. Slowly she bent down and gently kissed the tip
of my straining pee-pee.
I squeaked with pleasure and Pauline quickly caught on to Marjorie?s
actions. She reached forward and gently ran the backs of her bright
polished fingernails against my stiffening nipples. I shuddered and
slumped backwards onto the bed as my companions relieved me of my
tensions. Slowly, my full rounded hips started to pump automatically and
Marjorie gently enveloped my expanding pee-pee with her petal soft baby
lips.
I felt her soft wet toothless gums mash softly against my pee-pee and
suddenly I exploded with delight. Marjorie had enveloped at least two
inches of my straining pee-pee in her soft warm wet mouth then her tongue
whisked around my glans. She gave a little whimper as she felt the surge
in my pee-pee then she started to suck eagerly. I groaned softly then gave
a little squeak of delight as my pee-pee started to spurt. Not a drop was
wasted and Marjorie gave a satisfied sigh before she finally released my
pee-pee and smiled.
?Mmmm! Dass weally nice. Yow make lovwy miwlk Bewewy!?
I was too far-gone to react. My head was spinning with ecstasy and lights
were flashing in my brain. My pee-pee seemed to be even more responsive
than ever. After my racing heartbeat had subsided, I finally levered
myself unsteadily to sit upright with my beautiful panties still around my
knees. Pauline smiled appreciatively and eased me to my feet then gently
worked my panties up to my waist. Unbelievably, I felt the spectacular
silky caress of the silky front panel and my pee-pee sprang to attention
once again.
The soft silky panel at the front of the panties had a ?light support?
factor but it served only to press gently against my standing pee-pee and
squeeze my burgeoning erection.
?Iss da- nice?? giggle Pauline as she smoothed her palm over the silky
front panel and sent paroxysms of lust pumping along my pee-pee.
?Ooww- ooow! Dass nice. Don- stop!? I croaked as the soft satiny panel
slithered over my pee-pee. ?Dis like befow-!?
?Befow wha-?? asked Pauline.
?Befow nappies, when I was a wittle boy!?
?But now yow a giwl,? giggled Pauline as she gently reached inside my
panties and fingered the little ?vee? shaped scar under my pee-pee.
?Yeah!? added Marjorie as she joined in by gently sliding the backs of her
long shiny nails over my stiffening nipples. ?Yow no- a boy any mower
Bewewy. Dees- ah girly boobies!?
?Oooh! Dass bettah!? I groaned as the sensations surged in waves between
my turgid nipples and my rock hard pee-pee.
?Whass it like? Is da- weally nice??
For answer I let out another wail of lust and my pee-pee exploded into
action. Pauline saw it start pulsing and twitching so she quickly tugged
down my waistband lowered her lips to take her share of ?miwk?. I exploded
again but this time it was virtually a ?dry run?. Pauline released me and
looked up frowning uncertainly with disappointment.
?Hey dass no- fair. Yow dwied up. Des- no miwk!?
I paid no attention to Pauline?s lamentations for I was till enjoying the
ecstasy of my orgasm and my hips were pumping desperately. The girls left
me for a few minutes until my urgent actions had subsided. After a few
minutes Pauline returned and her eyes spread wide with surprise as she
noticed the crotch of my panties.
?Hey! Yow jus wet yow panties like a girl. Look!?
She carefully inveigled her clumsy chubby little fingers into my panty
crotch then held up her slippery fingers.
?Diss no- pee-pee. Diss boy juice! Diss miwk!?
She then licked her fingers and smiled as she extended them to Marjorie.
?Wook. Bewewy?s cum wike a giwl. She?s cum down heah, inside her panties.?
Marjorie eagerly investigated this strange new development as she pulled
my panties down to my knees then turned uncertainly to our mummies.
?Why Bewewy cum like a giwl.?
Mummy Jones smiled as Mummy Williams explained.
?Beverly has had a little three way valve inserted in her pee-pee. That?s
what the ?vee? shaped scar is. With this little control box, we mummies
can adjust Beverly?s plumbing so that she pees from the end of her pee-pee
just like a boy; or she pees from underneath like a girl. When the valve
is closed both ways, she is just like you two and can?t pee at all. This
way, Beverly will never know if her pee is going to come out of her boy
pee-hole or her girly pee-hole. I?m afraid this is necessary because
Beverly will occasionally have to pee like a boy to flush out her boy
plumbing but she must always behave like a little lady.
You two girls don?t need to flush any plumbing so you have only got
ordinary girly valves. You are closed or open as per the settings of your
timers. Beverly is also on her timer but she will always have to sit
modestly like a lady to pee even if it comes out of her boy pee-pee.
She?ll never know which way it?s going to come out. That way she won?t be
able to cheat. She will not be able to pull her pee-pee out of her panties
and tights then pee standing up like a boy.
I was too far-gone in the throws of my orgasm to hear this explanation but
I was to learn very quickly later at noon that same morning.
Eventually I recovered from my stupendous orgasm and wobbled uncertainly
as I tried to stand. Pauline had drawn my panties up around my waist but
the cold sticky patch in my crotch puzzled me for I had been oblivious to
the later part of the proceedings.
I investigated it but I had no idea that I had ejaculated from down below.
Mummy Jones held out a panty liner and deftly demonstrated how to fix it
into the crotch of my panties. Both Pauline and Marjorie giggled in
unison.
?Bewewy?s wike a real giwl now. She gottah weah panty winers!?
?Only this once girls, once she?s learned, she?ll be alright,? responded
Mummy Jones.
Once I felt comfortable, I twitched salaciously as I smoothed the shiny
satiny silk around my butt and pressed the front support panel against the
underside of my still erect pee-pee. The girls giggled and we resumed
dressing as we helped each other with our bras.
It was not essential for Marjorie or me to have each other fasten our bra
straps for we could readily reach around to fix them. However, Pauline?s
fingers were still podgy and clumsy like a child?s. She could not easily
handle the little hooks. To avoid her embarrassment, we were always
intimately supportive of each other, and it had become second nature to
hook each other up. It was quicker to have each other fix the hooks at the
back of our bras whilst we each made our large, firm, bouncy breasts
comfortable in their lacy cups. It was also another opportunity to indulge
in some salacious fondling. As we each helped one another, our mummies
looked on approvingly. It was just another device to reinforce our
reliance upon each other.
Finally we were all dressed, but I couldn?t stop squirming ever so
slightly. The stiff frills of my underskirts tickled my legs and my pee-
pee was still rigid from the constant caress of my soft silky ?light
support? panties. Eventually I begged my mummy for a pair of tights to
protect my bare legs from the frills of my underskirts. Mummy Jones
studied my predicament then agreed.
Unfortunately, tights were deemed to need a body shaper or some other such
corset device to stop them sagging at the crotch so I had to take of my
frock and underskirt off whilst a silky stretch ?combie body blouse? was
fitted over my head and the poppers snapped under my crotch.
After having my frilly frock and frothy underskirt replaced, I was deemed
ready for having my hair fixed. Marjorie and Pauline eyed me enviously as
the beautiful silky sleeves of my ?body-blouse? rustled silkily to the
regular sweep of my arms as I brushed my long silky blond hair. Both
Marjorie and Pauline had curlier hair that required much more attention.
Theirs was usually styled and ribboned whilst mine was left to flow
silkily down my shoulders to my waist. I usually tied it in a long flowing
ponytail that swished about as I moved my head.
Because of their curlier locks, Marjorie and Pauline usually spent an
extra half an hour before their mirrors each morning whilst I could
experiment with make up. I think that Mummy Jones always favoured me
slightly, almost as though she was allowing my to compensate for my
confused sexual development. What ever it was, it usually meant that I was
the one who could lead my friends in experimenting with makeup. An unusual
development for a boy, you might think, but it was one that I thoroughly
relished.
After we were dressed, we were presented to ?Daddy? who smiled
appreciatively and kissed us each fondly as we joined him at breakfast.
For this special day, he was dressed as a maid and he had been preparing
our breakfasts whilst our mummies had been dressing us for the occasion.
For the first time, we were allowed to sit on the ?proper chairs? instead
of our usual high chairs. We still had to wear special flouncy aprons
though, for we could still only take food by suckling and we still
dribbled slightly if we got too greedy. Daddy helped fasten our new aprons
in big bows behind our backs then we clambered eagerly onto the big
chairs.
For the first time since I was a child, I knew what it was like to sit
properly and feel the cool wooden chair through my diaphanous, ten denier
tights. The smooth caress against the backs of my thighs was utterly
delightful. As I squirmed with delight, Mummy Jones leaned forward and
whispered softly.
?Don?t wriggle too much darling, you?ll ladder your new tights.?
I stopped immediately. The thought of an ugly ladder in my new silky,
glossy tights was anathema. As we all sucked in silence on our bottles,
Mummy Jones outlined the day.
?Well young ladies, today is the first day of the rest of your lives. This
is the last week of school before the vacation so where d?you want to go
for the holidays??
We had never been on vacation before. With our special nappy and dietary
needs it had always meant an arduous exercise in logistics so we had
tended only to take daily trips to local places. Now that nappies were no
longer an issue, we could spread our wings. Even so, despite our
geographical knowledge, we had little idea of going abroad. As we sucked
thoughtfully on our bottles, we exchanged glances. Eventually Pauline
spoke.
?I like Pawis, iss go- lots of fashion.?
Daddy?s eyes widened with a smile as he glanced towards Marjorie and me
with a questioning eyebrow. His whole business was involved in all
standards of fashion including haute couture. It was obvious that he was
contemplating the indulgence of his transvestite lifestyle as well as
expanding the business; daddy was dead keen to go.
For want of any better idea we three ?children? nodded agreeably as we
continued sucking on our bottles. Both our mummy?s eyes widened with
delight and everybody started chattering at once. Eventually Daddy?s voice
rose above the noise.
?OK everybody, Paris it is, now lets be getting these little darlings to
school or we?ll be late.?
His heels clicked away into the kitchen as our mummies dressed us in our
new coats and we set off for school.
Once in school, the whole class was excited to discover our new condition.
They immediately required us to lower our new panties and display our butt
plugs. Even our teacher Miss Jacqueline was curious to confirm our new
condition for she had been away for the last few weeks attending some
teaching course or something and had only returned to formalise the end of
term reports etc. As a special treat for letting the class check us out,
she let us nurse her new baby Phoebe for the whole day
Jacqueline?s baby slept in her cot in the classroom during the school day
and never lacked for care and attention. All the ?girls? in our class were
enchanted with her and Phoebe spent most of her time in one or another?s
caring arms. By now we were all either sixteen or seventeen and child-care
was an integral part of our teaching. The only time Miss Jacqueline would
actually took control of baby Phoebe was when she breast-fed her just
before each break. For modesty?s sake she did this in her private office
then handed the baby to one of the class to be ?burped? and winded.
Miss Jacqueline usually fed Phoebe just before the morning break then the
girl with the highest brownie points for that morning, would be allowed to
?drain? Miss Jacqueline?s breasts during the ?break? whilst the rest of us
took Phoebe outside. There we would take it in turns to entertain Phoebe,
whilst Miss Jacqueline would keep an eye on us from her office. Just below
the window line we could usually just see the hair of the lucky girl
bobbing slightly as she savoured Miss Jacqueline?s delicious surplus milk.
Miss Jacqueline always ha lots of surplus milk.
It was the same routine at lunch and afternoon breaks and we never noticed
that it was always a different girl who had earned the brownie points
between each break. It was this way that Miss Jacqueline kept her class
enchanted and under her delicious spell.
We three of course, also had the added luxury of Miss Jacqueline now
living in the annex to our farmhouse. She had her own front door but also
the added privilege of permanent unrestricted access to our house via her
private door at the end of the hall. She doubled up as a wet nurse and
nanny when our own mummies went out but now we hardly needed a baby
sitter. We were after all sixteen and seventeen and quite responsible.
In truth, Jacqueline needed us more than we needed her. It was always a
chore to have to pump her excess milk with the hand pump during the
weekends. Far easier to invite one of us to slip up onto her lap and do
the honours. Besides, our petal soft baby lips were far less painful then
the hand pump?s rubber cups.
When Jacqueline learned we were going to Paris, she immediately elected
for her and Phoebe to join us. She did not relish the breast pump on her
sensitive nipples and the baby would need to be looked after during the
whole stay. We three were keen to have her come. Jacqueline was good fun.
Having another adult and baby tended to make us look less conspicuous.
Adult eyes tended to concentrate on the little newborn and only glance
peremptorily at the three little ?youngsters?. With our loose ?red-riding?
hoods and capes over our frilly frocks, it would take a sharp eye to spot
our fully formed breasts and rounded butts.
Daddy had also charted a private executive jet to take us to Paris, so
there would be few prying eyes. Immigration officers also tended to be
less rigorous towards rich executive travelers.
End of Chapter 5 ? To Be Continued
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