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Whoopsies ? Chapter 8 - By: Beverly Taff Characters: Beverly. Author Pauline Beverly?s younger stepsister. Marjorie Beverly?s long-time school & Childhood friend. Henrie The trio?s new ?lesbian male? dance partner Mummy Jones Beverly?s step mummy & Pauline?s mummy Mummy Williams Marjorie?s Mummy See previous chapters for, Daddy Jones Beverly?s transvestite step dad. Jacqueline Beverly and Pauline?s au pair then wet nurse and friend. Colin Beverly and Marjorie?s ?sailor-boy? school friend. Rosie Jacqueline?s baby. The twins Charlotte and Chemille. (Colin?s younger sisters) Finally, after we had all indulged our exhausted passions, Henrie carefully dressed us in our sleeping tutus again. First however, she closely inspected our ?little fixtures? and giggled to herself as she inquired about the unlocking arrangements we had to make when we needed to evacuate ourselves. We described it to her and her smile widened with amusement. ?You mean you can?t unlock your own butt plugs even if you?ve got the key.? ?We nodded with embarrassment. ?So you will always be dependent on each other and your dear mummies?? she enquired. We nodded a little self-consciously and exchanged nervous glances but she smiled softly then hugged us each as she reassured us that she would never betray our secrets ?Indeed my darlings,? she smiled softly, ?it must be lovely to be so intimately dependent and supportive of each other. You must be the best of friends.? We fell silent, for in truth we reveled in our intimate friendship and our secret intimacies had virtually turned us into a single interdependent organism. Wherever one went we all went, indeed; we had to go. We could not be separated for long because none of us could singly unlock our butt- plugs. The reason was an original design flaw in our earliest butt plugs. After only a few weeks, the original plastic keys had proved to be too soft and the edges had worn down too quickly against the plastic tumblers set inside out butt plugs. Our mummies had realised this when occasionally, our plastic butt plugs became jammed because of too much wear. The solution had been to make new softer plastic butt plugs but with stainless steel tumblers in the locking mechanisms and stainless steel keys to match. The new locks were precision engineered to a very tight fit and the keys had to be exactly aligned with the tumblers inside the cleft. This required a visual check of the key aperture and locking tumblers to ensure they were properly aligned or the key could not be inserted. During the day, as we minced around with our feminine progress, our butts could not resist swaying and wobbling as we walked. This was because of our womanly childbearing pelvises were disproportionately wide relative to our childish stature. The exaggerated swaying and rocking caused the locking mechanisms to become slightly misaligned. It was not much, but the new metal tumblers always needed exact realignment before the key could be inserted. This meant we each had to bend over and spread our petal soft butt cheeks for one of the others to peep up our bums and check the tumblers inside our plugs. A deft bit of fingering would realign the tumblers then the key could be inserted. This visual requirement ensured our complete interdependency for we could never bend around enough to peep up our own butts and the tumblers were too complicated to check with a mirror. No matter what the equation, it meant that none of us could ever be singly separated from the other two unless a mummy was available to help. ?Going whoopsies? would always be a communal affair. After Henrie had ?dressed? us again, we cuddled up together and murmured softly in our pleasant dreams. Occasionally we sighed with pleasure and eventually Pauline and Marjorie fell asleep. Henrie remained strangely silent and I sensed her preoccupation. Slowly I manoeuvred myself to lie tight alongside her. She half turned to embrace me and I noticed the sweet scent of her arousal. ?Are you ?cited?? I whispered softly in her ear. ?Mmmm,? she sighed softly. ?Why?? I persisted very quietly so as not to wake Pauline or Marjorie. She put her lips close to my ear and I felt her warm sweet breath against my neck. ?Is it Nice?? she asked. ?Is what Nice?? I replied, puzzled. ?You know, sharing everything and always having to be so helpful to each other.? ?Wha?, you mean ?goin? whoopsies??? ?Yes.? I was surprised. As three intimate friends I could hardly remember the far off days of my early childhood before we had become interdependent. I had been in Nappies since I was about five when my mummy died and since then I had always needed help. The butt-plugs were a far better situation than the earlier nappies so we were desperately thankful when they were inserted into our butts. At sixteen we were becoming rather self-conscious of our problems with our nappies when out in public and the butt-plugs had been a ?God-send?, it meant no more stinking wet smelly nappies. For we three friends it had been a case of the lesser of the two evils and we were desperately grateful for the ?improvement? in our circumstances. I could say nothing but good about the butt-pugs because I could never remember having been able to make myself ?go?. For most of my early life, my whoopsies had simply appeared in my nappy and been dealt with like any other incontinent baby. Consequently it was impossible for me to give a balanced rational opinion about the butt-plugs. The main thing was that now I could wear proper lacy little panties and other grown up clothes without the embarrassing bulge of a diaper or nappy. I didn?t know how to answer Henrie. ?For we fwee little girls, butt-pwugs are the only way. Dere?s no ower way of stopping ou? whoopsies.? ?Don?t you feel anything when you go? Don?t you ?push? or anything?? pressed Henrie. ?No,? I replied honestly, ?When we open de pwugs, iss just dere an? it comes out. We don?t feel anything. Dere?s juss ? well, dere?s juss nuffin, ?cept the same smell as anybody else and da?s not as bad as others because we only dwink miwk. Henrie was fascinated by this situation and surreptitiously fingered herself as she contemplated our situation. My knowing fingers slowly joined hers. Cautiously she spread her soft lips on mine and pushed her dainty tongue into my toothless mouth. By exchange, I pushed my sensitive tongue into her mouth and flinched slightly as I felt the hard edges of her pearly white teeth. Henrie giggled slightly and nibbled softly on my tongue. I withdrew it like lightening and she giggled again. ?Scaredy cat,? she whispered. ?Dey sharp an? hard. I don? like it.? ?Alright then, just lips,? she reassured me and we resumed kissing. Then she must have had a brain wave and realised I could never bite her to hurt. She stopped kissing me and whispered again. ?Do you three little girls kiss each other down there?? ?Yess,? I lisped. ?Would you do it for me?? ?Of couwse,? I agreed and slowly inveigled my self down the bed. Henrie was almost gagging for it by now and her legs pealed apart like a flower for a humming bird. Softly I sucked her swollen clitoris into my petal soft mouth and gently squeezed it between my childlike gums. Henrie let out an urgent grunt and stifled a squeal of delight as she savoured my knowing gums and tongue. ?Oooh that?s nice!? she croaked softly, as she strove to keep silent. Through muffled lips I mumbled, ?Yow tickwy?s nice. Iss wike a wittle boy?s.? So saying I drew the stiffening bud deeper into my mouth and sucked urgently as my soft gums squeezed tantalizingly on Henrie?s button. She let out a muffled squeal so I sucked even harder then suddenly I felt it kind of ?pop? between my gums. Henrie?s hips jerked violently and she gave an involuntary squeal as her legs started thrashing frantically. ?Ooow. Ow-owooh. What did you do then?? she gasped. I felt her tickly expand into my mouth and tested it?s stiffness with my tongue. It quite shocked me for instead of the little one centimetre bud; it had suddenly grown out from under it?s hood and ?inverted? outwards to form a stiff little pee-pee about three or four centimetres long. Her little clitty hood was peeled back like a tight foreskin and the sensitive little ?bell-end? felt superbly soft and velvety over my tongue. Henrie?s tickly had suddenly popped out to form a delightful miniature pee-pee. I formed a furrow with my tongue and gently ?rasped? the little organ down the groove of my tongue by sucking and releasing alternately. To Henrie?s newly emerged pee-pee, it would have felt exactly like a very educated vagina. She did but know it but she was experiencing her first cock sucking. By now her responses had become feverishly demented as she surrendered utterly to these new and totally alien sensations. Her tormented whimpering had now woken the girls who immediately slithered across the bed to investigate the cause of the commotion. Pauline quickly peeled back the satin sheets as Marjorie switched on the bedside light. ?Wha you doin? Bewewy?? giggled Pauline. I could not answer because Henrie had got my hair in a tightly twisted knot as her grip tightened with each approaching wave of delight. She was squeezing my mouth hard against her love lips and there was no way I could escape her frantic grip. Nevertheless Marjorie and Pauline both recognised our game so they quickly added to the fun by softly suckling on Henrie?s sensitive swollen nipples? This additional pleasure utterly overloaded Henrie?s system and she let loose an involuntary shriek of pleasure as her needs were finally released. Her hips gave a final series frantic thrusts against my mouth then she collapsed exhausted amidst the pillows. Her grip on my hair softened as her fingers trembled involuntarily as she twitched uncontrollably. She tried to make a feeble attempt to stop the girls suckling her nipples but her efforts were useless, her body was in complete control of her actions and she was helpless to act. Her lips released a soft final whisper of protest then I felt her whole body sag and become loose. Henrie had passed out! For a moment we three girls hesitated then we realised her breathing was normal. Henrie had simply behaved like a typical boy after a huge orgasm. It was must have been her first ?male orgasm? with a proper stiff little pee-pee and the pleasures had completely overwhelmed her. As if to reinforce this circumstance, her bold little ?stiffy? now started to soften and retreat back under the hood of her clitty. Henrie was returning to her normal ?girly? condition with only a little bud nestling under the hood between the protective folds of her labia. If I hadn?t felt it with my own tongue and gums, I would never have realised her condition. As Henrie slept I gently licked her labia dry of her flooding juices then gently drew her panties back over her hips. With duties done I could now cuddle up with Pauline and Marjorie and we all nestled up to Henrie?s lithesome, well-toned body. As we gently joined Henrie in her sleeping wonderland our soft little childlike fingers couldn?t resist delicately tracing out the muscles that lay full of potential under Henrie?s soft, smooth girly skin. She was the very epitome of our perceptions of a protective figure. Within a few moments the only sounds in the bedroom were the regular breathings of four deep-sleeping contented companions. Peace had settled over our bedchamber. Morning arrived as Mummy Williams entered the room with three bottles of warm milk and a light cooked breakfast for Henrie. ?Come on sleepy-heads. You?ve only been allowed a lie in because it?s a Saturday. This is a very special day because some of your other American friends are coming over from your old school. We?re going to meet them at the airport. Drink your milk then it?s whoopsie time.? We were excited at the news and guzzled greedily at the nipples on our bottles as Henrie nibbled fretfully at her breakfast. Her eyes kept meeting with mine as her thighs twitched and a thoughtful, nervous expression creased her youthful brow. As we finished our bottles and scampered off to the bathroom, Henrie put aside her unfinished breakfast and followed us. She found us all naked with Marjorie just finishing her whoopsies and me bent over with Pauline peeping up my bum to align the tumblers of my butt plug. Curiosity overtook Henrie and she bent down to peer up my butt. Pauline motioned silently how to align the tumblers and Henrie?s long fingers quickly completed the job as she slipped the key directly into it?s slot without having to fiddle or re-align. She did it so quickly that I mistakenly thought that Pauline?s clumsy little fingers had finally perfected the art. Marjorie was already flushing herself out so I knew it was not her who had released the lock so quickly. ?Da was quick dawing.? ?I wass?nt me,? replied Pauline, ?i? wass Henwee.? My head span around as I found Henrie kneeling behind me with her fingers busy up my butt.? ?Ow. Hewwo. Do?n you min? doin diss?? ?For you my little angel. I would do anything after last night. What did you do to me?? ?Yow go? a secwet liwwle pee-pee under yow clitty hood. Did?n you know?? ?No I didn?t.? Wondered a surprised Henrie. ?How did you discover it?? ?I wa? jus suckin? and gummin? yow clitty like I do Marjowie and Pawine when i? suddenly popped ou?.? ?But it was such a surprise,? giggled Henrie, ?I had such a weird sensation when it suddenly sort of ?popped?. What exactly did you do?? ?I dunno?. I wass jus? suckin? hawd an? kinda? chewin i? wi my gums when i? sot of popped out into my mouf. I? was a supwise fo? me aswell?. I? fel? nice though an? i? tasted dewicius. Yow juices iss sweet and yow wittle pee-pee iss vewy velvety, juss like my bew-end.? ?Can you do it again,? beseeched Henrie. ?Wha? heah an? now?? ?Why not. I know you play with Marjorie and Pauline in the shower.? ?Well I gotta do whoopsies fuwst. Henrie shrugged her shoulders and slipped off her nightie then smiled as she directed me to the pan. As I tuttied down over the pan she stepped daintily out of her frilly panties and hung them away from the splash zone. ?Now what do I have to do my little sweet. Pauline explained as I teetered forward on my toes. ?You haff to unlock de pwug then hold her wais? so she can point her butt downwad?s ass de whoopsie?s spurt out. Iss qui? messy until yow ge? i? wight. ?Oh,? squirmed Henrie, ?doesn?t that get your hands messy?? ?Yess if Bewewy?s bustin to go. Bu? she don? know dat until de pwug is out.? Henrie wrinkled her nose and cautiously extended her fingers as she turned the key to its limit then felt the tumblers slide free. A second twist as directed by Pauline caused the plug to come free and the pressure of my whoopsies forced it out. A bit spurted out over Henrie?s hand but for a first time it was a good attempt. Henrie held the plug and key in her soiled hand and inspected the mess. ?It?s a bit messy, but not as bad as I thought.? ?Yow were pwetty good,? encouraged Pauline, ?Now you have to winse the plug and the key while Bewerwy iwigates her poo-poo.? So saying, Pauline handed me the little nozzle and I scoured out my colon until the water ran clear. After completing my whoopsies I then did the same for Pauline as Henrie washed all our plugs and keys. Finally Henrie self-consciously evacuated herself as we watched and wondered while she tensed her bowel muscles. ?Will you please avert your eyes?? she begged, ?I feel that I?m the odd one out here.? Graciously we averted our eyes until Henrie finished and searched for the toilet tissue to wipe herself. ?Damn!? She cursed, ?You never use tissue do you?? ?Yow can use de nozzle wike we haff to,? suggested Pauline. Cautiously, Henrie examined the nozzle then pulled a face as she tried to insert it in her bum. ?I can?t do this. You?ll have to help me.? ?Yow? haff to bend over den,? smirked Pauline. Reluctantly, Henrie raised herself off the pan and bent forward. Pauline grinned as she spread Henrie?s smooth derriere cheeks then carefully introduced the fine jet nozzle into her sphincter. Henrie squirmed and squeaked at first because the water was too cold but Pauline soon adjusted it and she sighed then twitched lasciviously as the nozzle and the warm water was gradually inveigled into her bum, ?Oooh! That feels really nice!? she giggled as she wriggled and flexed her butt cheeks. ?Oooo-oh yess! The feels really good! I can feel it filling up my butt. Ooooh-oh! That?s enough, I?ve just got to go again. Ooooh! Aaah.? She quickly tried to move as quickly as the nozzle up her butt would letter but the jetting water started to spurt from her whoopsie hole before she could reach the pan again. Frantically she tugged at the nozzle but it was several seconds before she managed to evacuate it. With a squeal of relief, she flopped down onto the pan and the water simply poured from her like a miniature Niagara. Henrie was gasping with relief as Pauline dipped the nozzle into a douche sluice full of disinfectant to clean it. By the time the nozzle was clean, Henrie had completed her movement and staggered unsteadily from the pan towards the shower. We all three then joined Marjorie in the shower. ?Wha yow been doin?? grinned Marjorie knowly. ?Showin Henwee wha to do,? replied Pauline as she lathered herself with shampoo. The arrival of a fourth partner in our shower was a signal for some extra fun and we soon indulged Henrie. Henrie was a little shy at first but eventually she realised that this was an excellent opportunity for some extra fun. After we had all washed ourselves her expression grew thoughtful. We all three sensed Henrie?s mood and she finally plucked up the courage as she looked at me. ?Bev. Do you think you could do that thing again; you know, with your gums and tongue. We all exchanged knowing glances and I nodded as I sank to my knees. Eagerly Henrie spread her muscular thighs and I savoured the view. Her smooth slender thighs exactly resembled a boy?s except that a soft layer of hairless soft skin covered the rippling muscles beneath. From where I knelt, Henrie?s inner thigh tendons formed a perfect vee that created a perfect route marker to her ?promised land?. Gently, my head leaned forward then hesitated Henrie twitched impatiently and urged her to begin. ?Pleeease! My sweet. Do that thing again. It was incredible!? she urged. She thrust her hips forward and widened her legs still further until her most intimate parts appeared dark and inviting. Henrie?s muscle tone was so tight that she could open her love tube by simply spreading her legs and tensing her thighs. The motion was a clear invitation for any the partner to look straight inside her deepest intimacy. My eyes widened momentarily with appreciation then I bent forward and accepted the beseechment. Gently I extended my jaws and slowly compressed the exposed base of Henrie?s swelling bud. Henrie let out a groan of delight and ground her crotch hard against my gums as she gripped my hair and frotted herself urgently. I started to suck greedily and Henrie?s bud immediately ?popped? out from under its hood again. My eyes caught Marjorie? and Pauline?s gaze as I removed my mouth for a moment to allow them a view. Both girls gasped to see the proud stiff little ?boy- clit? jutting out about an inch and a half from between Henrie?s glistening labia. ?Put it back in your mouth, Pleease? urged Henrie as she frantically jerked her hips against the empty air. With a knowing smile I suddenly blew on it and Henrie let out a squeal of delight before I resumed sucking and mashing the false little pee-pee with my rubbery gums. Henrie?s bucking hips and started to accelerate with need until she let out a wail of ecstasy then slumped backwards in complete abandoned surrender. As she slumped against the shower tiles, I removed my mouth and both girls immediately bent forward to inspect Henrie?s swollen twitching clitoris. ?I? wooks jus like a wittle biddy pee-pee,? gasped Pauline as her curious fingers reached to stroke it. Henrie was kneeling with her ankles tucked under her and her head thrown back in abandonment so her crotch was easily accessible. She let out a squeak of surprise as she felt Pauline?s chubby little child fingers squeezing her most intimate ?boy-clit?. ?Iss dat nice?? asked Pauline. ?Ooo-oh yessss!? wailed Henrie, ?Just leave your fingers like that.? Pauline did as requested and Henrie squirmed again as Marjorie bent down to study the little organ. ?Iss jus like baby?s pee-pee?. Does yow pee come fwom it?? ?I- I dunno. I- It?s never come popping out like this before until last night. Ooo-oh that?s soo-oo nice Pauline don? stop!? Pauline continued gently squeezing the strange little organ between her fingers until Henrie exploded once more with lust. ?Ooo-ooh! That?s enough! I can?t stand any more. Stoppit please. Stoppit!? Henrie?s boy convulsed with delight as she urgently thrust her crotch against Pauline?s busy little, soft, plump fingers. As Henrie?s wails grew to a crescendo Pauline kept fingering the hard little organ. Nothing was escaping from the end and neither of the girls could not find any trace of an opening. Finally Henrie?s convulsions subsided and she let out a long slow groan of satisfaction. ?That?s enough. Pleeease! No more. I?m spent. Ooo-ooh that wasss sooo-oo nice!? Pauline relented but continued holding out Henrie?s pee-pee in her fingers whilst Marjorie peered closer to check Henrie?s most intimate plumbing. Triumphantly she declared. ?No. I?ss a blin? pee-pee? Dere?s no opening a? de end. Yow got a wittle pee hole jus behin? it. Yow stiw have to pee wike us girls. Yow can?t pee wike a boy, you stiw have to squat.? She giggled as she made the crowning declaration. ?Yow can?t wite yow name in de snow wike Bewerwy! Yow stiw a guuurl!? Henrie smiled sheepishly as Pauline released the still hard little pee-pee and it started to slowly retract under its girly hood. Pauline and Marjorie watched mesmerised, as Henrie?s crotch resumed its ordinary, perfectly normal girly appearance. ?Dass tewiffic,? squealed Marjorie as she exchanged shocked stares with Pauline. Pauline giggled as she helped Henrie to her feet and whispered in her ear. ?A secwet pee-pee. Dass somp?n special. Yow gonna be a tewiffic fwiend.? Henrie took the proffered bath towel and modestly wrapped it around her non-existent breasts. Marjorie grinned affectionately. ?Yow may ass well wap I? awound yow waist. Yow go? no tits but a nice boy?s body.? Henrie grinned but left it around her upper body as she exchanged knowing looks with me. ?Maybe not, but Beverly?s still a little boy even with those lovely breasts and hips.? ?Oh don? wowwy abo? Bev. She bin wi us since whenever. She a guwl in her head.? Henrie gave me a questioning glance and I nodded agreement. In my mind I would probably be considered a lesbian. I supposed the best description of me would be ?an undersized lipstick lesbian with a dick?. Whatever I was, I detested huge hairy men and I loved soft curvy girls, just like me. Henrie however was novelty that I found fascinating and attractive. As I compared my ripe curves and magnificent breasts with Henrie?s slender rippling silky tones she caught me comparing us and she smiled attractively. I had never seen such an inviting smile before so I stepped across the shower and indulged in a mutually affectionate drying with the large fluffy towels. As I slowly patted the towel over Henrie?s youthful form she gently dabbed my soft ripe curves paying particular attention to my sensitive breasts and nipples. I twitched salaciously as her hands lingered there and her eyes widened greedily. ?They?re sensitive aren?t they?? ?Mmmm,? I murmured absently as my pee-pee stiffened responsively. Marjorie noticed the bulge under my towel and interrupted. ?Come on now, we?ve all enjoyed ourselves. We?ll be late for the airport.? Reluctantly we finished in the shower, secured our butt-plugs and dressed for breakfast. Soon we were stepping out of the minibus and entering the arrivals hall. We did not have to wait long as our long-standing friends appeared through the doors and recognised us immediately. Jacqueline was pushing a double buggy with Colin and Rosie sitting fast asleep with jet lag, whist Colin?s identical twin sisters Charlotte and Chenille were carrying the cabin baggage. A porter was pushing the heavily laden luggage trolley. We did not make a huge display of excitement because we did not want to attract attention. Our appearances were unusual enough already without inviting more curiosity. Quickly we piled into the minibus and settled in our seats as our mummies and Henrie sorted out the luggage with the porter. Once I was belted in, I turned to Colin beside me and I grinned hugely. ?How?s I? been?? He turned to me and smiled weakly for he was still sleepy after the flight. ?I?m sweepy. I?ll tawk after.? Rosie was also asleep so I turned to Charlotte and Chenille who seemed much more alert. ?Why? arn? yow sweepy?? ?Oh don? worry abou? Cowin he sweeps a lot,? they answered in unison. So saying, whey stroked Colin?s satiny white tights and giggled intimately as they squirmed in their seats. I realised immediately by their movements that they were plugged and needed to go whoopsies urgently. Under their very short frocks they wore girly panties for I had noticed when they clambered into the minibus, with no nappy bulges so they had obviously been operated on for butt-plugs. They had probably been plugged for the whole flight and possibly some time before that. They would be bursting. Gently I reached across the aisle and touched their tummies. They both flinched nervously and recoiled slightly. ?Yes,? I thought, ?Their bellies were full to bursting with whoopsies.? I motioned to Colin and they nodded. There was no longer the old telltale bulge under Colin?s white and navy romper suite so he was not wearing a nappy either. Colin was also now plugged and he was probably bursting to go as well. It was just as well he was sleepy. I didn?t know it, but Colin was drugged to stay sleepy. As the minibus wove it?s way through the Parisian traffic I studied Colin and wondered. He wasn?t wearing any shoes and he lay very still. His face seemed heavily made up but his French sailor hat with its large floppy all-round rim, cast a large shadow over his face. I couldn?t get a proper look at his make up but he was obviously heavily made up and his foundation cream was thick. I was puzzled, for Colin had always been a boisterous little boy despite his chubby little toddler legs and incongruous womanly breasts. His outfit was perfectly normal. He had always worn sailor suits and this one was a French version with a bright red pom-pom on top of the hat. I watched his ripe breasts rising and falling regularly with his slow breathing and decided he must be very tired. So I left him to sleep and turned to the twins to chat. They had come on in leaps and bounds. They were thirteen now for I remembered them from school. Naturally, they looked like the rest of us insofar as they had the stature of six year olds whilst sporting mature breasts and womanly curves. Charlotte and Chenille were ?just like us?. Under their flimsy summer frocks, I could see the outlines of two beautiful ?d cup? bras but apart from the frocks, bras and panties they wore nothing else bar their ?Mary-Jane? ?T-bar? shoes and frilled white ankle socks. Their outfits were identical and it was still impossible to tell them apart. Eventually we arrived at the ch?teaux and we bundled out. Colin was still sleepy so Jacqueline gently lifted him from his seat and placed him in the buggy. Rosie was awake so Marjorie carried her in her arms. Her face crimsoned when Rosie immediately groped at her breasts looking for a feed. Jacqueline smiled and nodded as she walked beside her. ?She?s still on mother?s milk.? Her knowing smile told Marjorie everything. Jacqueline still carried milk. I helped Henrie lift Colin?s buggy up the steps and we arrived in the chateaux. As we chatted, Mummy Williams arrived and carried Colin away in her arms. I looked at Charlotte and Chenille questioningly so they explained. ?Cowin needs special tweatment. Yow?ll see after.? I was a little puzzled but shrugged my shoulders. Because of his chubby little toddler legs, Colin had always had to sit on the sidelines or clutch the furniture as he wobbled uncertainly from place to place. He had never been able to join in our games. Eventually, our bottles arrived and we all sat around in the conservatory silently sucking away as Jacqueline suckled Rosie and Henrie played mummy by serving the afternoon tea to the ladies. Introductions were made all around and the twins let out squeals of delight when they were introduced to the class of little French girls. By now the whole French class of thirty girls (and some boy-girls) had all been ?plugged? and become dependent upon milk. Charlotte and Chenille were ecstatic with the situation. They both enjoyed ballet lessons and simply swooned when Henrie displayed her talents. They demanded that Henrie showed some leaps and pirouettes then she lifted them each easily above her head. The twins declared that they could not wait to join the ballet classes. Later as we socialised and caught up on the news back home, my questions about Colin were answered. Mummy Williams returned with Colin and sat him upon a large cushion between the suckling Jacqueline and Mummy Jones. I immediately went to meet him and renew our friendship but it was obvious that this was not quite the same Colin I had left behind back in the States. For a start he sat rather stiffly and seemed disinclined to get down off the cushion to toddle amongst his old friends. I looked questioningly at him and he simply wagged his head sideways as though he had a sore neck. It was only then that I realised that Colin had altered alarmingly. Before, his face had been shaded and made partially invisible under his floppy French sailor hat. Whilst he was sleeping, his eyes had been closed and his face relaxed. Now in the light I could see that his features had been altered alarmingly. Colin?s eyes seemed to stare out in a fixed gaze of surprise for his eyelashes seemed extraordinarily long. When he closed his eyes, his eyelashes seemed to sweep up and down like little bird?s wings. His smile seemed fixed and on his cheeks where simply the prettiest little freckles ever sported by a little boy. He waved his arms and hands about then extended them invitingly towards me as he beseeched me to pick him up. It was obvious that Colin could no longer move his legs. ?Wha?s wong wi yow wegs?? I asked. ?Dey fixed. I canno? walk any mow,? he replied as I lifted him up like any girl nursing her dolly. ?Wha?? Yow can?t move yow wegs. Why no??? Mummy Williams interrupted as I held Colin in my arms and jammed his legs around my waist. ?Colin?s leg joints have become damaged as they failed to grow darling. His hip joints started to deteriorate with an arthritic reaction. He has had to have special artificial hip joints fitted.? I took one of Colin?s chubby little legs and moved it experimentally as I sat him akimbo on my own hip. It rotated in a simple arc just like a little dolls?. It was then I realised that Colin no longer had ball and socket joins in his hips, each hip simply had a swivel ring that only allowed rotation in one plane just like a cheap nursing doll. What was worse was that he didn?t even have control of his legs. The rings had two settings in the rotation so that Colin could only stand or sit. He was completely unable to move his own legs except by using his arms to swivel them or by somebody else moving them. From the waist down, Colin was virtually a play doll. His knee and ankle joints were completely frozen, so for all practical purposes Colin could only sit or stand or bend over and stand on all fours like a beast. His chubby little legs exactly resembled the lags of a toddler?s. Colin would never walk again. He was a virtual child?s nursing doll. I was shocked by his condition and stared fearfully at Mummy Williams. ?Wha? you don? to him?? ?It couldn?t be helped Beverly Darling. Colin will tell you himself. He was in great pain as the joints eroded and the hip socket joints crumbled away. The bone ends were grating against each other. This was the only solution. At least now he is free of the pain.? I looked questioningly at Colin and he widened his mouth in an inane smile. ?Yess,? he replied, ?I wa? hurtin?.? ?So wha? about yow arms?? I demanded, ?Did?n dose hurt as well?? ?Dey OK. I can use dose jus? wike yow.? He waved his arms invitingly as though beseeching me to approach him. As I came to him, he gave me an affectionate hug. I stared into his big round eyes and realised that his eyelids had been modified to expose more eyeball. Colin?s eyes now had the proportions of a baby?s in relation to the rest of his face. Additionally they were exaggerated by permanent eyeliner and make up. He also seemed to have unusually long silky lashes. These coupled with the freckles tattooed onto his shiny pink cheeks made him look exactly like a giant doll. Colin?s face was permanently painted just like a Doll?s. There was virtually no expression except where he could widen his mouth into a grinning smile. Colin?s face was permanently fixed into an inviting doll-like smile. Somehow all his other facial muscles were frozen as though he had received an overdose of botox. With a shock surging through my guts I realised that for all practical purposes, Colin had become a doll, albeit a doll that could still sit at a desk and use a keyboard to do accounts and clerical work but a doll nevertheless. The only thing remaining of the Colin I had left back in the USA was the beautiful full breasts, and the sharp computer-like brain. ?Wha?s happened to yow?? I whispered as I held his ripe breasts tight to mine. ?I ?a dowwly now, jus a big smiwin? dowwy. I can? move my wegs ?cept wi my arms. Dey cwick like pwoper dolly?s.? Furtively I tested one of his legs again and sure enough, the leg clicked free from one position then rotated freely only to click into the other position. Colin started to slip from my embrace and I struggled to return his leg back to the ?sitting? position. Then I hefted him up and jammed him back onto my hip. Colin let out an uncertain squeak of fear as he felt himself falling from the security of my embrace but his expression did not change a jot. Apart from the inane smile Colin had no other expressions to show his emotions. I held him akimbo again over my hips and he hugged me tightly. Once he was secure again he repeated the inane dolly smile as he thanked me for not dropping him. ?Fankyow. If I faw, I cant save mysewf.? I was horrified yet fascinated by the changes and gently stroked his glossy cheek. Next I fingered his long silky eyelashes. A tiny tear glistened in his wide staring eyes and grew until it became a liquid pool of blue. I suddenly realised that Colin couldn?t blink as an automatic reaction; he had to consciously close his eyes then slowly reopen them. They looked just like the slow moving eyelids of the old fashioned dolls that only moved if you tilted the whole doll. The more I secretly examined him the more alarmed I became. Then a sudden thought hit me. ?Wha? abou? yow pee-pee?? I whispered. His smile widened and I thought I detected the twinkling of a genuine smile. ?I stiw go? dat. I? always stiff. De girls use i? and I have wots of fun. Iss weally nice!? To demonstrate his permanent erection, he pressed his belly against me and frotted his hips. I suddenly felt a rigid pole jabbing into my lower ribs. Even through his panties, silky tights and baby-romper, I could feel the rigid organ that clearly demonstrated Colin?s continuing masculinity. For a moment I was shocked. Surely Charlotte and Chemille didn?t screw their older brother. ?Wha?! Not Chawot? and Chemi?!? I gasped. ?No. Dey my sisters! Dey jus? pway wid dey Colly-Dolly.? ?Dey wha??? I asked. Mummy Jones explained. ?Charlotte and Chemille call Colin their Collin-Dolly, or more accurately, ?their Cowwy-Dowwy?.? She smiled benignly as she revealed this but I was terrified by Colin?s situation. ?Yow no? goin? to do dis to me a? yow?? I wailed. ?No of course not darling. This is only because of the problems with Colin?s legs. His sisters love playing ?dolly? with him and take great care of him.? I shuddered and returned Colin to his cushion. Unsure of what else to say; I rejoined Marjorie and Pauline. As we scampered across the dance floor they giggled sheepishly. ?Has he weally go? a hard pee-pee?? whispered Pauline. ?Ye?,? I responded, ?I?ss extwa hard. He poked my wibs wi? it.? Both girls tittered and exchanged knowing smiles. ?Why yow so happy?? I demanded. ?We heard Jacween an? Mummy Wi?iams sayin dat Cowin an? his sisters ar? all sleepin wi us in our bed cos dey?s not enuff beds.? I couldn?t help but feel a fricassee of delight tingle down my spine and make my own Pee-pee go hard. ?If Colin?s pee-pee was as hard as it felt in my ribs then I would have not have to work so hard to make Pauline, Marjorie and Henrie happy. Then I had second thoughts. Being as Colin didn?t attend to his sister?s needs then it would fall to me. My job would not be that much easier if Charlotte and Chemille were anything like my regular bedmates. My suspicions were proved right that very night. End of Chapter 8 ? To Be Continued