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Chapter 4. Bedwetting Baby Candy Mandy switched off the overhead light on her way out, but she left her bedroom door open a crack, so the room was partially lit from the landing. As I lay there alone in the semi-darkness dressed in my feminine finery, I felt the familiar erotic feelings wash over me. The ruffled little-girl panties and slippery nylon nightie were really turning me on, especially after having been dressed and treated like little girl all day! My arms and legs felt completely different without their normal layer of fine blonde down, and felt so feminine when I stroked my baby-smooth surfaces. I grabbed my straining erection through the thick training panties and began fondling my throbbing stiffie through the layer of crinkling plastic. An intensely pleasurable sensation swept over me, momentarily distracting me from my infantile imprisonment. The plastic lining between the two terry layers rustled loudly as I rubbed my stiffie and wriggled about in ecstasy. With a guilty start, I pulled my self-pleasuring hand away, realising that anyone who peeked through the doorway would easily catch me playing with myself. I bent my knees and rolled onto my belly, the thick plastic mattress cover crackling noisily under the thin cotton sheet, in unison with my crinkly plastic-lined panties. My hard little peenie felt wonderful when I gently rocked back and forth on my tummy, pressing my crotch against the mattress till the throbbing head was sliding erotically against the wide elastic waistband of my snug terry panties. A few drops of pre-cum oozed out, making the front of my panties moist and slippery. When the sensitive tip made contact with the front of my slinky nylon nightie, I had an orgasm without touching myself for the very first time in my life. I twitched and shuddered in excitement, gasping for breath as my throbbing peenie spewed creamy jism into my nightie and all over the front of my pink panties. The front of my training panties and the bottom of the nightie grew sticky and damp, and when I came to my senses, I feared someone might notice. I rolled over and pulled the fuzzy baby blanket over me and tried to fall asleep, hoping my cum- stained panties and nightie would somehow dry out during the night. A short time later however, Mandy wandered in and switched on the overhead light, making me blink rapidly in surprise. The enormous brunette stepped over to the cot side, and I saw she was holding up a pair of frilly pink nylon knickers in one hand. She cooed, "I hope you haven't fallen asleep yet, sweetie, because the girls forgot to give you these pretty matching panties for your nightie." I clutched the damp training panties to myself beneath the blanket and sleepily protested, "I don't need a change of panties!" She peered down at me from over the side rail and shook her head, her long brown locks flicking either side of her large moon face. She primly insisted, "Little girls in my house always wear fresh panties at bedtime, Candy, and you will be treated no differently." Mandy folded back the fuzzy blanket and started to lift my nightie hem. At once she noticed it was damp and sticky in front, and she sighed and looked annoyed. "Oh no! Candy! Did you have a little accident?" She flipped my nightie all the way up over my chest and angrily yanked down the front of my slimy damp training panties, examining the insides with her probing fingers. "Oh no! These panties are wet! You naughty girl! I asked you if you were a bed-wetter, and you lied to me! You're a very naughty little girl!" She scolded me severely for soiling my nightie and training panties, before she unlocked the crib side and dropped it with a loud clatter. My eyes started tearing over when she snorted, "I know exactly how to handle a disgusting little bedwetter like you! She growled, "You bad little girl! Wait till I tell your Aunty that you wet your pants again!" My first fear was that she was going to phone my aunt and inform her what I'd done. I miserably begged her not to make the call, but after pulling my sticky training panties back in place and dumping me on the padded change table, she stormed downstairs and snatched up the phone. She returned a few agonising minutes later to inform me that my Aunt was also furious with me. "June said she knew you couldn't be trusted - that you were nothing but a sissy pissy cry-baby. She agreed with my decision that you should be pinned in nappies like a baby!" I begged Mandy not to diaper me, but she crisply informed me, "It's no use complaining! I've already made up my mind." With her face set like stone, Mandy strode into the en-suite bathroom and returned with some baby oil, baby powder and lotion. She placed them on the wooden shelf set at head height over the change table. Then she went to her huge walk-in wardrobe and emerged carrying a stack of fluffy white cloth nappies and a bunch of rustling wetproof panties, which she placed on a handy shelf under the pink padded table. I tearfully pleaded with her not to make me wear nappies. "Please no? I'm not a baby," I whined in protest. "I don't need nappies!" I didn't realise how much I sounded like a sulky two-year-old. She scornfully replied, "I left you alone for only half an hour, and already you've wet yourself! How could you possibly last through the whole night locked in a crib?" I started weeping again, but she paid no heed to my tears of distress as she yanked down my crackling damp training panties. Without another word, she pushed me down onto my back, forcibly spread my thighs, and began scrubbing my sticky crotch and tummy with some scented moist baby wipes. The wipes were cold against my warm flesh, but my uncontrollable little tool began to react to her intimate handling nonetheless. Ignoring my growing hardness, she rubbed baby oil all over my baby-smooth parts with her large soft hands. Then she turned me over and gave me a crisp hard swat on the bottom. "Ow!" I cried in pain. "Control yourself, little girl," she scolded me. While she was thoroughly oiling my bruised buttocks, Julia and Kate - who had heard all the commotion - opened their mother's bedroom door to peek in. Mandy caught sight of them peeping around the edge of the door, and she held me face-down as she scolded her daughters. "Hey! We're busy in here! Didn't I teach you girls to knock before you enter my bedroom?" Eight-year-old Julia was bold enough to ask, "What's going on, Mummy? Why is Candy on the change table?" Mandy candidly replied; "Candy had a little accident in her training panties, and I'm getting her all cleaned up. I'll let you girls know when I'm done changing her into something more... appropriate." The girls started giggling and continued trying to peek at me. As I lay there covering my eyes with my forearm and snivelling in shame, Mandy warned them, "Scoot! If you girls don't get out of here, someone else is might end up wearing nappies to bed, too!" The giggling girls hurriedly departed, and Mandy sprinkled sweet- scented baby powder all over my trembling bruised botty-cheeks. She rubbed in the perfumed talc with smooth sure strokes, and then turned me over. Sneering at my throbbing little stiffie, she heavily powdered my front, too, but didn't bother rubbing it in. "What a naughty little girl," she chided me, shaking her head in disapproval. She lifted my legs into the air to adjust the layers of thick terrycloth nappies under my bottom, raised the front flap over my tummy, and then pinned the side flaps securely in place over my raging erection. The steel nappy pins were huge, with big pink plastic clips over the heads to prevent them accidentally opening. Next Mandy slid some noisily rustling pink baby panties over my pointed toes and up my legs, whispering confidently, "These plastic panties will surely keep my big baby from wetting her nightie again tonight." She carefully tucked all the stray bits of nappy under the tight elastic waist and leg bands of the pilchers, to prevent any leaks. Just in case, these were followed by another pair of lace-lavished, plastic-lined rumba panties. "Just to be sure," Mandy said, with a grin for my look of discomfort. The outer panties were covered in baby-pink satin, with five wide rows of frilly white lace decorating the seat, and a matching band of softer, narrower lace around the elasticised leg openings and waistband. When she finished adjusting them and stepped back, I reached down and stroked the satin covering my padded crotch with shaky fingers. The puffy panties were extremely soft and smooth to the touch, and felt delightful. They were very frilly however, and made me look even more like a big baby girl. Despite my embarrassment, my erection pulsated madly beneath the multiple layers of soft fluffy swaddling. Mandy put a clean baby-pink satin shortie nightie on me, which matched my frilly rumba panties, before lifting me up and laying me on my back in the crib. After she raised and locked the barred side rail, she cooed, "Baby must be thirsty from all that crying. I'll be right back." She returned a few minutes later carrying a pink baby bottle full of warm milk! She ordered me to start drinking as she forced the warm latex nipple between my parted lips, and said she wanted the bottle drained before I went back to sleep. She only departed after I obediently pressed the amber rubber nipple between my lips and started noisily sucking down the contents. To my dismay she returned a few minutes later with all three of her grinning daughters. She informed them, "Baby Candy had to be put back into nappies and has to drink from a baby bottle because she wet all over herself in the crib tonight." The older girls laughed, and a wide-eyed Eliza asked, "Mummy? Is Candy really wearing nappies?" Mandy replied; "She sure is!" She stood me up in the cot and the girls gathered around. Mandy made me lift up my shortie pink satin nightie, showing them my matching frilly rumba panties. I clutched the half-full baby bottle to my breast, shivering with shame. The girls giggled as their mother then pulled down both pairs of my wetproof panties in front, exposing the thick nappies pinned tightly beneath. I almost stumbled, and grabbed at the waist-high crib side for support. The girls laughed again and chanted over and over; "Baby Candy's wearing nappies! Baby Candy's wearing nappies!" Mandy grimly reminded her four-year-old daughter; "See? This is what happens to all bedwetters, Eliza!" The four-year-old gave me a disdainful sniff and turned her back on me, her loose blonde hair flicking over her shoulders. Mandy pulled my baby panties back up, lay me down, and leaned over the side rail to tuck me back in the crib. I hadn't yet finished my bottle, so she stuck the nipple in my mouth and held it in place for me, telling me to drink it all. The girls pressed their faces between the wooden bars and giggled in derision as I obediently suckled down mouthful after mouthful of warm milk. Mandy warned me, "Baby better not try to take off her nappies or climb out of her crib during the night, because if she did, Aunty Mandy would have to spank the daylights out of her!" She and the girls sniggered when I visibly cowered at the threat, before they left the room and Mandy switched off the light. Lying there numb with shock, I faintly heard Mandy and the bigger girls watching television in the living room downstairs. Exhausted from my humiliating ordeal, I eventually fell asleep, but I awoke some time later with an urgent need to pee. I didn't know what to do, as I had been forbidden to take off my nappies or climb out of the cot. However after a while, the pressing need became an overwhelming urge. I lay there shivering and twitching spastically, and the next thing I knew, my nappy was filling with urine. The stream was so hot it surprised me, and it seemed to pour out of me forever. I was scared, but at the same time wetting my nappy was such a relief - and the clinging warmth around my genitals felt very exciting! As my endless flow finally trickled to a halt, my excitable peenie reacted to the humid warmth and started to swell. I lay there quietly afterwards, discretely caressing my sensitive stiffie through the warm wet cloth and the slinky baby panties for ages, till the landing light abruptly switched off. Mandy crept into the darkened bedroom and turned on her bedside lamp, filling the room with a soft yellow glow. I was frightened that she might check my nappy and discover I had wet myself, so I pretended to be asleep and tried to will away my pounding erection. In the dim light I cautiously watched as Mandy began quietly undressing, peering through the bars to try and see what she was doing. I happened to catch glimpses of her bare shapely bottom and large swaying breasts when she peeled off her white nylon bikini panties and unhooked her enormous white cotton bra. My eyes went wide when I realised her titties were even bigger than cousin Brenda's. If anything, my stiffie only grew harder when I realised she wasn't wearing any underwear beneath her shortie nightie. I quickly clamped my eyes shut when she crept over to me dressed only in her wispy yellow nightgown. Reaching through the crib bars, she gently pulled back the baby blanket, lifted the front of my slinky babydoll nightie, and stuck her finger up one of the leg openings of my wetproof panties. She clucked her tongue in reproval and crooned softly, "Ooo, you're so wet! Baby Candy needs changing again!" This time Mandy quietly lowered the clattering barred rail, and I pretended to gradually awaken. She grabbed my nappy crotch and squeezed hard, and I think she could tell my peenie was hard and throbbing beneath the warm wet layers. "I think my little girl likes her wet nappies," she giggled, teasing me as she pulled down my waterproof panties and unpinned my wet nappies right there in the crib. Fortunately my stiffie had started to shrivel in fright, and she ignored the lingering evidence my arousal. She gathered my ankles in one huge hand and rolled me back onto my shoulders, and slid the wet nappies from under my bum. "Ooo, you are saturated!" As she carried the soggy diapers over to the nappy bucket beside the change table, she commented, "Baby Candy certainly is a heavy wetter!" She returned shortly and began wiping me down with the cool moist baby wipes, followed by lotion and then powder again. I erected fully under her gentle caresses, blushing mightily at my lack of control. Mandy smiled enigmatically and shook her head in bemused wonder at my obvious excitement, then she pinned me in some fresh nappies with the big pink- capped diaper pins. She slid the same damp waterproof panties and the pink rumba panties back on me, all the while quietly humming; 'Rock-a- bye Baby.' In truth it was all quite pleasant really, in spite of my fearful exhausted state. She tucked me in and raised and locked the side rail, and whispered, "Try and go right back to sleep, little girl. We have to get ready for the party in the morning. It's going to be an exciting day tomorrow!" I wanted to roll onto my tummy and thrust my powder-coated stiffie into the soft fluffy nappies that sweetly cocooned me, but Mandy climbed into her bed a few feet from my crib and switched off her bedside lamp. I knew she would hear me wriggling about on the plastic-covered mattress, so I clutched the crackling plastic panties against my bulging nappy front, holding my stiffie underneath in a vaguely comforting grip until I finally fell asleep. As I groggily came to the next morning, Mandy was already leaning over the crib rail to check on me. She cupped her large hand over the bulging crotch of my satin rumba panties, and pressed the warm wet wad of cloth against my groin. I was startled when I realised I was not only wet, but hard as a rock down there. Mandy's moon face split into a wide grin when she realised my nappies were soaked. At least, I think that was why she was grinning. In a bright happy tone she asked, "Aww! Did Baby Candy wet her nappy again?" To my surprise, she seemed to expect it rather than be annoyed. When she saw I was finally awake, she crooned, "Good morning, baby girl! That nappy is a bit wet, but I think you'll be safe enough until after breakfast." She lowered the crib rail and lifted me down, and sent me on my way with a crisp smack to the rear of my drooping, plastic-sheathed bottom. "Off you go, baby. The girls are waiting for us in the kitchen." I waddled downstairs and shuffled down the hallway with my hands cupped defensively over my soggy groin. Mandy followed right behind me, and I was glad when my stiff little tool began to dwindle. In the kitchen, there was a big pink highchair waiting beside the table where Mandy's girls were sitting. Before I could object, the huge woman lifted me into the juvenile device and plopped me on my warm wet bottom. She fed the waist belt through the loop of the crotch strap, then buckled the restraints in place around me. "Babies who wet their nappies have to be fed in the highchair," Mandy stated in a sing-song voice, as if it were a familiar mantra. Stunned that the infantile contraption was actually big enough to accommodate me, I couldn't even voice a protest when she lowered the hinged pink tray and locked it securely in place against my tummy. Her three daughters were already sitting at the table eating milky cereal from brightly coloured plastic Barbie bowls, and they didn't look surprised to see me being strapped into the highchair. It was obviously an oft-repeated ritual they had witnessed many times. A similar full pink plastic bowl was placed on the tray in front of me, but no spoon. Mandy stepped behind me to clip a frilly pink bib around my neck, and my mouth fell open in astonishment when I realised what she was doing. "I don't need a bib!" I wailed, tugging at the lace-edged bib in a futile attempt to remove it. "Shh, baby," Mandy firmly commanded, and she smacked my hands away from the humiliating bib. "Leave that alone." I snatched my hands away and glared at her resentfully. "Babies who wet their nappies have to eat in the highchair, and babies in highchairs wear bibs. No more fussing!" The unasked question about eating utensils was answered when the tall woman picked up a big pink plastic spoon and loomed over me. She dipped the spoon into my bowl, and shovelled a large scoop of soggy cereal into my gaping mouth. "That's right. Eat up, Baby Candy. Good baby!" Mandy grinned and praised me as I reflexively chewed and swallowed. "Eat it all up for your Aunty Mandy like a good little girl. Now open wide." Before I could object to this relentless infantile treatment, another spoonful of cereal was pressed between my lips, then another, till I was forced to consume the entire contents of the pink Barbie bowl in humiliated pink-cheeked silence. When I had eaten every last scrap, Mandy nodded and smiled in heartless satisfaction. She roughly wiped my grubby face with my bib, and then gave me a baby bottle full of orange juice to drink while she attended to her own breakfast. I was thirsty, and despite my shame, I thrust the nipple between my lips and started sucking. Fortunately, the girls left the table after they finished eating, and I don't think they noticed I was slurping on the teat of my pink baby bottle. . I needed to pee again, and didn't bother trying to hold it. I was strapped into the highchair and couldn't escape, so I relaxed and warmed my nappy afresh. The hot wee-wees squirted uncontrollably from my limp peenie, spraying against the front of my saturated nappy and splashing back against my tummy, before trickling erotically around my tiny sack and dribbling warmly down between my bottom cheeks. I wriggled about in the rising warmth as I gulped down my juice, perversely enjoying the comforting soggy heat around my genitals. When Mandy finished eating and I had drained my bottle, my grubby bib was removed and I was released from the highchair and escorted upstairs to the bathroom. After sending her girls away, Mandy stripped me of my satin nightie and matching rumba panties. She then removed my glistening baby panties and unpinned my saturated nappies. They fell to the floor with a loud wet 'plop!' "What a wet baby girl," she reproached me, and she dumped the sodden pieces of cloth in a white nappy bucket. She produced the big pink potty from the cupboard and placing it in the centre of the cold tiled floor, seated me on the humiliating device. "I want you to try and do number ones and number twos in the potty, like a big girl, Candy," she instructed me. "Go on. Show Aunty Mandy." She sat on the closed toilet lid watching me and encouraging me to 'do my business' for about ten awful, humiliating minutes. I huddled in front of her hunched over the pink potty, wracked with shame and failing abysmally. Her girls all seemed to find a reason to visit the bathroom while I was perched on the potty, and every few minutes a different head would pop around the doorway to ask Mandy a question or check on my progress. My cheeks were blazing with shame by the time a disgusted Mandy gave up on me. She lifted me into the hot tub with a snort of impatience, before replacing the unsullied pink potty in the cupboard. I was given a complete baby bath, and then carefully dried off by the huge grimly- smiling woman. She hung up the damp towel and then dragged me by one hand along the landing and into her bedroom. I kept my other hand cupped defensively over my shrivelled genitals, but fortunately the girls didn't see me when she hauled me naked across the landing. As Mandy prepared to start dressing me in her bedroom, I saw her readying some fresh thick cloth nappies on the change table. I shook my head in silent denial, my blue eyes wide. She signalled me to come closer to the table with her crooked index finger. "Come here, little girl," she ordered with a grim smile. "It's time to put Baby Candy's nappies back on." I begged her not to diaper me again. "Please Aunty Mandy, I don't really need nappies. I'm really fifteen years old, not two," I timidly reminded her. She demanded in a voice dripping with sarcasm, "Is that so? In that case Candy, how come you still wet your pants? How come you soaked your nappies in the crib last night, like any other two-year-old, and needed changing? Your nappy was drenched again when I took it off this morning, too. And how come you can't perform on the potty for Aunty Mandy like a big girl?" I wailed, "I don't know! I'll try and control myself better from now on. I promise!" I pleaded, but she sniffed in disbelief and lifted me into the air. Mandy plonked me on my back on the soft pile of nappies laid out waiting and ready for me on the padded vinyl table top. Despite my objections, the nappies felt soft and comforting under my damp bottom. She replied shortly, "I'm in no mood to take any chances with you today. I'm going to have a house full of screaming kids this afternoon. I don't have time to deal with a silly baby who still has accidents in her panties. You are going to have to stay in nappies all day long, whether you like it or not! Now hush up and settle down - or baby will get another botty-spanking!" The threat of more punishment certainly shut me up. To my disappointment Mandy diapered me as heavily as she did last night, pinning two of the thick terrycloth nappies tightly around my loins. She covered my fluffy nappies with a clean pair of rustling transparent pink plastic pilchers, then drew over the top some musk-pink satin rumba panties, similar to the ones I had worn last night. She lifted me down from the change table and slid a very short, layered white petticoat on me, which swished attractively around my padded hips. She brushed out my hair and styled it in two high fluffy pigtails again, and then combed out my bangs. She tied some darker pink ribbons around the hair elastics securing my pigtails, forming two big floppy pink bows either side of my head. Then she slipped some white lacy ankle socks and the black patent Maryjane shoes on my feet. A lace-lavished, flounced, musk-pink, little-girl's party dress was produced on a padded satin hanger, and it rustled noisily when she slid it free. Mandy explained, "This dress is made from heavy bridal satin. Isn't it gorgeous?" She demanded, as she eased the slithering frock over my bowed head. She reached through the elasticised cuffs and grabbed my hands, feeding them through the short puffy sleeves. The party frock was so short, it barely covered the bulging crotch of my matching pink satin panties. She dragged me over to a mirror to show me how beautiful I looked. "Aww! Look at you! You look just like a sweet, adorable little toddler girl!" Mandy gushed, and she was absolutely right. After seeing my reflection, even I could hardly believe I was really a fifteen-year-old boy. I looked like a six-year-old girl dressed like a big baby! She led me waddling awkwardly downstairs to the lounge room, where her girls enthusiastically complimented me on how pretty I looked. To further humiliate me, Mandy raised the front of my dress and petties and exposed my diapered shame to her daughters. Their eyes went wide when she announced, "As Baby Candy can't be trusted to use the potty like a big girl, she needs to be kept in nappies and baby panties all day today." Her girls laughed at my crestfallen features when Aunty Mandy released her grip on my petties and smoothed down my bobbing skirts in front for me. She instructed her grinning daughters, "Keep an eye on her for me this morning, girls, and be sure to check her nappies regularly, Silly little toddlers like Baby Candy can't be trusted to tell us when they're wet!" To Mandy's amusement and delight, Julia stood over me and patted me condescendingly on the head. The plump eight-year-old pulled her brown hair back into a short business-like ponytail and then crooned to me, "Cheer up, Baby Candy. I'll be your pretend-Mummy for the day. We can play 'Mummies and Babies,' and you can be my precious baby girl all day long! Won't that be fun?" I felt so humiliated, my cheeks were burning and my ears were red and buzzing. I was made to help decorate the house for the party, handing up streamers and inflated balloons to the bigger girls. Eliza and I weren't allowed to stand on the chairs, because Aunty Mandy said we were too little. Now and then, without saying a word to me, Kate or Julia would stop right in front of me, lift the front of my dress and petties with one hand, and then slip the other inside the waistband of my baby panties for a quick wetness-check. My cheeks burned with shame each time they squeezed my nappy front and loudly announced to their mother, "Baby Candy is still dry, Mummy!" Thankfully I remained dry all morning. About 11:00 a.m. Aunt June turned up, along with my two cousins, Alison and Brenda. They had all taken the time to do their make-up this morning, and their faces looked beautiful. Alison had painted her lips glossy red, like her mother, while Brenda's luscious mouth glistened with bright pink lipstick. Both teens were wearing blue jeans and light summer blouses, and they looked slim and attractive this morning when they strolled into the sunroom at the back of the house. My cousins seemed amazed at my transformation into a convincing toddler girl. "My God! Look at him!" Alison cried. "I love his hair in pigtails. He looks so much like a little girl!" She shook her head in disbelief, her long raven locks flying. "He looks about six years old," cackled Brenda. Her long tawny-blonde hair was tied back in a neat ponytail, which fell halfway down her back. She strode over beside me and flipped up the front of my dress. "Look, Alison!" Brenda squealed, her luscious pink lips forming a broad smile. "He's wearing nappies and rumba panties!" Both teenagers burst into fits of laughter, and I turned away from them in shame, trying to push my dress hem back down like a shy little girl. "Aww! It's okay, little girl," cooed Alison in a tender tone, chucking me under the chin like I was a sulky toddler. "You look really pretty in that sweet little frock - and Mum hasn't even put any make-up on you yet!" "I bet you'll look gorgeous then!" Brenda confidently stated, and teasingly demanded, "Won't you love that?" I gazed down at the floor with my cheeks burning, too embarrassed to admit the truth. I looked so much the part that my cousins talked to me and treated me exactly as though I really was a sweet little girl - and it wasn't too bad! But Aunt June seemed annoyed with me from the moment she set eyes on me. She strode into the room wearing a short denim skirt and a pair of navy sandals with four-inch heels, which showed of her long shapely legs to advantage. Her white cotton, button-front blouse was demurely fastened below her throat, but it was sheer enough to give tantalising glimpses of the white lace bra she wore underneath, which struggled to contain her massive heaving bosoms. "She's a very naughty little girl," growled Aunty June, "making lots of extra work for Aunty Mandy. Candy had to be put back in nappies because she wet her panties again last night." "Really?" Alison demanded, staring at me with goggle eyes. Brenda simply laughed uproariously. Aunty June demanded of me, "Have you apologized to Aunty Mandy for your disgusting lack of control, Candy?" I was trying to hide the tears of shame pricking my eyes by staring down at the floor, and I numbly shook my head, making my pigtail ribbons dance. She insisted, "Why not? Answer me, little girl." I didn't know what to say. I just stood there with my head bowed until Aunt June angrily demanded, "You silly baby! What's wrong with you?" Again I failed to reply. How do you answer a question like that? "Does your nappy need changing?" I foolishly shook my head again instead of responding verbally. Finally she'd had enough. Aunty June grabbed my wrist and jerked me closer, and snarled, "What's the matter with you, you silly child? Answer me!" With my throat constricted with shame, I still couldn't respond. She must have thought I was intentionally being difficult, for she lost her temper and snapped; "I've had it with you, little girl!" Aunty June yanked me over to the couch and dragged me face-down across her bare shapely thighs. I felt a sharp warning twinge from my bladder, and realised it was full. I needed to pee - and soon! She raised my short dress and frothy rustling petties in the rear, revealing my bulging, lace-lavished, pink satin rumba panties. She proceeded to spank my frilly diapered bottom hard and fast with her large palm, while Mandy and all the girls watched on and giggled. The plastic lining of my rumba panties and the plastic panties beneath made the savage swats sound twice as loud. Despite being heavily padded, I started weeping, more from the humiliation than the pain, but Aunty kept spanking and scolding me regardless. Finally I couldn't hold back my wee-wees any longer, and began wetting my nappies while she spanked me. The urine appeared to seep out of my peenie rather than gush out, and the comforting warm stream seemed to go on and on! I felt mortified, but the erotic sensation of spreading heat around my peenie and ball sack was incredibly arousing. When she finally finished chastising me, she stuck one finger up a leg opening of my baby panties between my splayed thighs, and scathingly announced to all, "Oh no! She's soaking wet!" She gave my bobbing bottom a fresh series of harder spanks, and scolded me afresh for lying when I denied needing a nappy change. "You silly baby. You should have told me or Aunty Mandy when you wet your nappy. You'll end up with a nasty case of diaper rash if you're not changed promptly. What a hopeless baby girl!" She bounced me up and down with her knees, and my sensitive peenie rubbed against the warm wet front of my nappy. It reacted immediately to the stimulating warmth and started to swell. When Aunty June paused to catch her breath, Mandy volunteered to change my wet nappies. "I'll change her, if you like. Everything I need is upstairs under the change table in my bedroom." But Aunt June growled, "No Mandy. I'll do it. My silly big baby girl has caused you enough trouble already." "Let me help," a grinning Mandy offered, and the two women took a hand each and dragged me waddling heavily upstairs to change me. The girls followed us down the hallway and watched us from the foot of the stairs, pointing and jeering at my departing back. Despite their mocking laughter, my swelling stiffie grew to full hardness as it rubbed against the front of my warm soggy nappy with my every stumbling step. As the women lifted me onto the padded change table and removed my outer frilly panties, Aunty June commented to Mandy, "It's a good thing she's wearing two pairs of wetproof panties, seeing that she's such a heavy wetter." Mandy agreed. "Yes, she was drenched when I checked her last night. I changed her before I went to bed, and when I took her nappy off this morning, it was saturated!" She tugged down the tight pink plastic pilchers and unpinned my yellowed, urine-soaked diaper, and snorted in contempt when she spied my stiff peenie. It remained hard and throbbing while Mandy wiped me over with some cool moist baby wipes, and then Aunty June liberally powdered my hairless crotch and bottom and rubbed it in. My little tool was red and swollen by the time she released her grip, and it bobbed above my powdery tummy as if begging for her attention. "My goodness, she certainly seems to love the baby treatment," Aunty Mandy giggled disparagingly. "I think our Baby Candy loves being treated like a helpless little baby girl," Aunt June agreed, her saccharine voice dripping with sarcasm. As she pinned the clean nappies around my waist, she warned me in syrupy baby-talk, "Listen to me, Baby Candy. You'd better behave like a perfect little girl at Kate's birthday party this afternoon." Her voice lowered menacingly when she added, "Or else!" When they finished pulling up my rumba panties, they sat me up on the change table with my little legs dangling over the side. Aunty June took her make-up purse out of her handbag, and began to paint my face. In a few minutes mascara, rouge and pink lipstick had been added, and when I glanced at my reflection in Mandy's vanity mirror, I saw I looked like a pretty little girl again. "Ahh, that's better," cooed Aunty June, beaming in approval. "Now you look like a beautiful little girl again." "She certainly does look gorgeous," Mandy agreed, making my head swim and my stiff clittie pound with excitement inside my fluffy swaddling. Aunty June lifted me down from the table and affectionately swatted my diapered bottom. "Make sure you behave today like a good little girl, Baby Candy," she warned me. The women laughed and walked off chatting, leaving me alone in the room. I discretely pressed my hands over my little stiffie, pressing the soft absorbent cloth against my straining tumescence. Despite my uncontrollable arousal I was feeling very humiliated, and I didn't want to go outside. In the distance I heard Aunt June instruct the girls to drag me outside and play with me, and I gasped in dismay and released my thrilling grip on my pounding peenie. Alison and Brenda and Mandy's daughters, Eliza, Kate and Julia, all raced upstairs and dashed into Mandy's bedroom. They were giggling and calling me "Pretty Baby Candy," and Mandy's girls declared that they wanted to play with the precious diaper baby. My cousins spied the huge wooden crib, and Alison asked, "Whose crib is that? Is that where Candy slept?" Brenda demanded, "Candy? Did you sleep in the crib last night?" I blushed and didn't answer, and Mandy's daughters crowed; "Yes she did!" Brenda saw the empty pink baby bottle lying in the crib. Giggling, she picked it up and asked Mandy's daughters, "Is this Candy's? Did she have a bottle last night at bedtime?" The girls responded again for me, shrieking "Yes! It's Baby Candy's baby bottle!" Julia scornfully added, "She's just a baby!" With a wicked grin Alison suggested, "Let's give Baby Candy a fresh bottle right now!" Brenda laughed and volunteered, "I'll ask Mum if it's okay." To my annoyance Aunt June agreed it was a fine idea, and allowed her sniggering daughter to fill the bottle with warm milk. Brenda soon returned and sat on the edge of Mandy's bed, and she lifted me onto my back so my head rested in her lap. She smugly warned me that her mother insisted I had to finish the whole bottle like a good baby girl. The girls all watched and laughed as Brenda rammed the latex nipple in my mouth. In soothing maternal tones she and ordered, "Drink up, Baby Candy. Drink your warm milk all down like a good little baby girl." She clutched my head to her opulent bosom and rocked me back and forth as I noisily suckled on the dribbling teat. I couldn't believe the cushiony softness of those massive mammaries, and I realised that one of her thimble-sized nipples was poking me in the ear. It was a confusing combination of eroticism and humiliation. I felt so ashamed as I meekly lay there in her arms being fed like an infant, but I was still hard as a rock inside my nappies. When I finally finished the eight-ounce bottle, Brenda sat me up and successfully burped me. "Good girl," she cried, and she firmly patted me on the back again. I produced another lusty belch, totally beyond my control. "What a good baby girl!" She chuckled, and slid me off her lap. I stumbled to my feet, my bare knees splayed wide by the mass of fluffy terrycloth wedged between my thighs. Alison watched me as I swayed and stumbled for balance, and she asked, "I wonder if she's wet yet? Baby Candy had such a big drink. We'd better check the baby's nappies before the party starts. Don't you think so, girls?" They all laughed hysterically as I started blushing all over and drawing away from them, my hands flying to cover my bulging nappy crotch. "Come here, Baby Candy," Alison insisted, in that firm maternal manner she must have inherited from her mother. "No!" I shrieked in alarm and backed away. "No, no!" I made a waddling dash for the door, clumsy because of the thick wad of cloth bunched between my thighs. The girls easily caught me and dragged me back into the bedroom. "No, no!" I squealed, sounding for all the world like a terrified two-year-old girl. Brenda closed the door and locked it to prevent my escape. Alison carried me back to the big bed and roughly threw me onto my back. While Alison and the other girls held my arms and legs spread wide, Brenda tickled me until I was shrieking with laughter and almost in tears. As my erection dwindled, I felt a few hot spurts of urine escape into my clean nappy, totally beyond my control. Brenda tossed my short dress and petties over my face, before yanking down the front of my wetproof panties. She reached inside my nappy and boldly poked my damp genitals, before fingering the moist cloth in front. Brenda ripped out her hand to examine her glistening fingers, and sneered at my cringing shame; "Our baby girl's nappy is only damp - so far! These thick nappies will easily handle another wetting or two." She then pulled my baby panties back into place and ordered the girls to let me up from the bed. I stood on shaky legs, with one of Mandy's girls tightly clutching my hands either side of me. I felt so humiliated as they led me waddling outside, the girls laughing their heads off when I tried to press down my bobbing hemline like a shy little girl while they still held my hands captive. Please post a response here if you're enjoying this updated sissy-AB story. Hugs from Baby Jennie in Australia