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Chapter 14. The Food Court. I couldn't believe how crowded it was in the food court, or how noisy. There must have been a thousand women crammed in the one vast enclosed space, a writhing mass of humanity, and most of them seemed to be engaged in loud conversations. There were lengthy lines for every take-away food joint and every table was full. I gazed around at first, naturally searching for a free table - which was rather difficult from my low vantage point in my stroller. Then I became aware of how many people were turning their faces in my direction. My cheeks flushed with warmth and I timidly lowered my gaze, fluttering my long black lashes like a shy little girl. Unconsciously I sucked harder on my dum-dums for comfort, the pink plastic guard bobbing reassuringly against my nose. "Look!" Kitty pointed to a table in the distance I couldn't see. "Those people are leaving. Quick, Allie!" She shoved my stroller in the direction she'd indicated and threaded me between the rows of close-packed tables and chairs. Alison slid into a chair while it was still warm from the previous occupant's big bottom. She tossed my diaper bag and her handbag on another recently-vacated chair. Her bag of shopping landed on another seat. Kitty turned my stroller so the front wheels were mostly under the captured table and plonked down in an orange plastic chair beside me. "Who buys lunch and who minds the chairs?" She asked Alison. "I'll buy," Alison replied with a careless shrug of her shoulders. "I don't mind lining up." She nodded her head in my direction. "What about you? Are you okay looking after the baby?" "Sure! I don't mind," Kitty replied with an easy smile. "I'm more worried about someone stealing our chairs." Alison stood and leaned over the packed diaper bag. She took out the prepared white cloth nappies and tossed the thick bundle on the seat she'd recently vacated. "Leave that there," she advised. "I doubt if someone will ask you for that chair." Kitty laughed and nodded agreement, ignoring my crimson cheeks and the embarrassment radiating from me. "What do you want?" Alison asked. "Healthy or evil junk?" "You choose, Allie. Whichever queue is shortest. I don't care. Something and a diet coke, please? Do you need some money?" "Nope. Got it covered. You can fix me up afterwards, okay?" "That'd be great." My cousin strode off to buy lunch and I turned to look up at Kitty, if only to avoid the hundreds of curious eyes burning into my soul. "How are you doing, baby?" The gorgeous redhead asked. I stared up into her beautiful hazel eyes and nodded uncertainly. "Okay," I hesitantly relied, my response muffled by my dum-dums. She laughed, a clear bell-like sound in the noisy room. "No baby. I mean," Kitty explained, "are you wet?" She turned my stroller slightly towards her chair and reached between my legs. "Here, let me check." I tried to interfere when she slid two fingers inside the tight elastic leg band of my pink plastic panties, but she simply batted my hands aside. As soon as her fingers made contact with the soggy crotch of my wet nappy, she ripped them out like she'd touched a hot stove. I dropped my eyes and stared at the upside-down pink embroidery on my humiliating bibbie, trying to avoid her scornful gaze. "Oh baby!" Kitty cried, making no effort to keep her voice down. "Your nappy is saturated! I'll have to tell Aunty Alison you need a change when she gets back. You really are 'Mummy's Little Nappy Wetter,' aren't you?" If any of the diners around us hadn't been sure before, there was no doubt in their minds now. Not only was I diapered and dressed like a big baby, I wet my nappies like an uncontrollable toddler too! It was so humiliating! I cringed in shame and kept my tear-blurred eyes glued to the embarrassing tell-tale words on my frilly bibbie. Kitty seemed to ignore me after that. She amused herself people-watching and waving to girls she knew for the next fifteen or twenty minutes. I sat in my stroller daydreaming about the beautiful girls in the lingerie shop. Jill had looked magnificent in her skimpy red satin panty and bra set. A rush of warm saliva filled my mouth and I had to swallow to stop myself from dribbling. I wondered what it would be like to suck on Annette's huge dark-brown nipples and felt my clittie stiffen at the wondrous thought. I slid one hand over my gingham-covered crotch and discretely pressed the wet warmth beneath against my throbbing tool with my fingertips for a few enjoyable minutes. I jumped in alarm when someone tossed a handful of shopping bags on the table beside me. "Hey girls!" Jill greeted us. My swollen clittie instantly shrivelled in fright. I might have been imagining it, but the beautiful blonde's smile looked wolfish when she plonked down on a seat beside me and poked her head around my stroller to stare at my face. "Has Candy been behaving like a good little girl?" "Yes she has," Kitty replied for me, "although her nappy is wet through! Alison really needs to change her soon. Otherwise she might leak." Jill's smile disappeared and she gave me a concerned frown instead, shaking her head and clucking her tongue in disapproval. "Poor baby," Annette crooned in a soothing maternal tone as she took my clean nappy off the orange plastic chair and slid her ample bottom in its place. She shoved the bundle of white terrycloth back in my diaper bag and took out my baby bottle. "Oh look!" She waggled the bottle in front of my face and then unscrewed the nipple to remove the leak-proof seal. "Aunty Alison made up a bottle for the baby!" As soon as the clear silicon teat had been replaced, she handed the bottle of juice to Kitty. "Give that to her, will you Kitty?" "Sure thing." The pretty redhead steered the dripping nipple between my lips as she encouraged me. "You have a lovely-wovely drink from your titty-bottle, little girl. That's it, Candy! Good girl! Who's a good baby girl for Aunty Kitty?" I took the bottle rather than have her lean over me and hold it for me. Despite my embarrassment I was thirsty, and I gratefully swallowed down a few mouthfuls of tepid watered-down apple juice. I didn't realise what a picture of infantile normality I presented - bound in my toddler's stroller, my diapered crotch on display, wearing a pretty bibbie and sucking from my baby bottle. Normal - except I was way too big to be dressed and acting the way I was. I managed to drain most of my bottle before Alison returned. When I tilted the base of the plastic bottle up high to suck down the last few drops I had to raise my head. I tried not to see the dozens of women staring at me from the surrounding tables. My raven-haired cousin stepped past my stroller and slid a loaded tray onto the table. "Here you are, girls. You all owe me six bucks each." There were two foot-long Subway sandwiches wrapped in printed paper, four cans of diet coke and a tub of fruit yoghurt on the beige plastic tray. She leaned across Jill and took her bag of new lingerie off the chair beside her friend and dropped it on the floor beside the table. Alison sniggered when she saw I was holding my empty pink baby bottle. "Oh good. You found Candy's bottle." Jill slid around the table to the vacant seat and unwrapped one of the rolls. "What did you get us, Allie?" "One is teriyaki chicken, the other tuna," Alison replied, flopping her lanky frame into the still-warm orange plastic chair. "Thanks Jill." "Shotty half the tuna," Kitty threw in. "Just hand me the other half of that teriyaki chicken, will you?" Alison pointed to the roll Jill had unwrapped. The grinning blonde handed her half a roll stuffed with salad and chicken and then bit into her own. Her expression turned rapturous and she moaned in ecstasy. "Mmm, that's so good!" Jill mumbled around a mouthful of food. She cast a curious glance at me. "What did you get the baby?" Alison waited until she swallowed her mouthful of chicken before replying. "I bought Candy a lovely tub of strawberry yoghurt. I'll feed it to her in a moment." I'm sure my expression must have revealed my disappointment. I could feel my bottom lip beginning to poke out, although it was mostly concealed by the wide pink guard of my pacifier. Kitty giggled and reassured me in a soothing voice. "Don't worry, sweetie. You can have a bite of mine. I can never finish these things." She scooped out some salad and tuna smothered in mayonnaise with the tip of her index finger, leaned closer to me and pushed the morsel of food between my lips. I wasn't expecting it and failed to open my mouth wide enough, and she ended up smearing food across my lips. I could feel the white sauce slowly dripping down my chin. "Oops!" Kitty cried, making a face of mock-horror. She giggled before shoving more mayonnaise-slathered salad in my mouth. Jill laughed and stood up to walk around the table beside me, her sapphire eyes sparkling with mischief. The beautiful blonde plucked a lump of chicken from her roll and bent down over me to stuff it in my mouth. At least I had the sense to open wide this time, and the chicken went straight between my pink painted lips. It was delicious! "Good girl," Jill crooned in mock-approval. "Eat it all up, Candy." She giggled as she returned to her seat and the other girls joined in. Alison leaned in from my other side and pushed some chicken and a tiny morsel of salad into my mouth too. Annette had almost finished her half roll. "I'm not giving her any of mine," she announced through a mouthful of tuna. "I'm starving!" I watched them with a hopeful expression, but the girls finished their lunch without offering me another bite. Alison used a paper napkin to wipe her fingertips, then she delicately wiped around her mouth, being careful not to smear her remaining glossy red lipstick. She picked up the tub of yoghurt, gave it a vigorous shake, then peeled off the lid. There was a white plastic spoon on the tray too. She picked it up and dunked it in the tub, then leaned over me with a heaped spoonful of yoghurt. "Open up, darling," she crooned in her most syrupy baby voice. "Aunty Alison has some yum-yums for you." I opened my lips wide and let her slip the plastic spoon into my mouth, then clamped my lips around it to suck off the contents. Strawberry yoghurt isn't my favourite food, but I was ravenous. I tried to ignore the giggles of the fascinated girls as they watched my cousin spoon-feed me my lunch like I was a hopeless infant. Even though I tried to be careful, some slimy white goo ended up sliding down my chin and staining my frilly bibbie. Kitty dusted off her hands and mentioned to Alison, "Did you know the baby wet her nappy?" Alison shook her head as she scraped the last bit of yoghurt from the tub. She stared into my eyes as she slid the plastic spoon between my lips. "Really, Kitty? It's no surprise, I guess. We've been out for hours and she hasn't asked to be taken to the toilet even once. I figured she'd probably be a little damp." My face fell and I stared at the messy stains on my bibbie in consternation. I didn't realise I could have asked to be taken to the bathroom. I cursed myself for not thinking of that. "She's not damp, she's drenched!" Kitty added, patting my bulging crotch for emphasis. "If you don't change her soon, she's going to leak all over the place." Alison frowned at me as she wiped her fingers on a relatively clean corner of my bibbie. "Damn! If she pees all over her stroller, Mum will make me clean it." I felt my cheeks begin to burn in mortification. Annette pointed to the far wall behind me. "The toilets are over there, and there's a baby changing station too." The plump brunette jumped to her feet as if struck by the thought. "I have to pee. Someone mind my stuff." "I'll stay," Jill volunteered. Annette swiftly wended her way around the occupied orange chairs and slipped past me in the stroller, then dashed in the direction of the bathrooms. Alison gave my grubby face a quick wipe with my bib and then she unclipped it from around my neck. I gave a sigh of relief when she rolled up the humiliating baby napkin to put it away. My dummy was still clipped to my bib and I found myself wishing I had it back. Alison stood and stepped around me to pick up the packed diaper bag from beside Kitty's chair. When Alison crouched down in front of me to unbuckle the pink webbing straps, she had the handles of my diaper bag looped over one shoulder. The busty beauty grabbed my hands and hauled me to my feet, where I wobbled on unsteady legs. "Come on baby girl! Let's go change your wet nappy," Alison sang in a voice that was unnecessarily loud to my glowing red ears. She kept hold of one hand and dragged me after Annette, and I kept my burning red face down to avoid the many bemused or reproving glances I was attracting. I briefly glanced behind me at Kitty and Jill still sitting at the table, frightened that one or both of them might offer to come help Alison change me. I felt a fresh burst of warmth in my soggy nappy at the unwelcome thought and didn't bother trying to contain my flow as I clumsily waddled after Alison. I knew people were staring at me even though I kept my gaze fixed on the faux-marble floor in front of my pink Princess slippers. I could feel their eyes on me. Alison's legs were so long that I had to half-run to keep up with her, and she tightened her grip on my hand as she dragged me through the crowds of shoppers. There was a corridor between an Indian food place and a McDonalds leading to the bathrooms, and Alison headed inside with me stumbling after her. We passed the door to the ladies' toilets first, then the gents', and at the end of the corridor was a navy-blue painted door marked 'Baby Changing Facilities.' Alison thrust the swing door open and hauled me inside, and I was confronted by my reflection in the mirror mounted over an avocado-coloured bench with two sinks. The first thing that struck me was the smell - stale urine with a hint of faeces overwhelmed the subtle perfume of baby powder. I wrinkled my nose in distaste and saw the cute little girl in the mirror screw up her pretty painted face. The source of the nasty odour seemed to be the large garbage bin just inside the door to our left, and I was grateful when Alison turned to the right and led me along a corridor lined with floor- to-ceiling grey plastic privacy screens. The floor was covered with small white tiles that ran half-way up the walls. The walls above that were painted a sickly green colour, and buzzing fluorescent tubes were mounted on the off-white panelled ceiling. The first two booths were occupied and I glanced inside as we shuffled past. The first was being used by a young mother changing a tiny infant. From the awful smell I guessed her baby had a poopy nappy. In the second open booth I saw an older woman changing a bigger toddler. He looked at least two years old, and his four-year-old sister turned around from watching her mother change him to observe Alison drag me past their booth. I saw her eyes widen and her mouth dropped open, and she reached up to tug the hem of her mother's blue denim skirt. My raven-haired cousin led me past the empty third booth into the last vacant spot at the end. Behind the grey privacy screen was a pale green plastic bench mounted on the far wall set at the level of Alison's crotch. She dumped my change bag on the floor and released my hand, then grabbed me around the waist. "Come on baby girl. Up we hop," she commanded as she lifted me onto the narrow bench. She plonked me on my warm wet bottom and helped me to lie back. The bench was too short to stretch out my legs and I had to keep my knees bent. She patted my warm wet crotch in indication. "Lift up, baby," Alison urged me. As soon as I raised my padded bum she folded my lace-edged frock up front and back, out of harm's way, then she tugged down my pink gingham panties and my plastic panties to my knees. The familiar odour of my fresh urine wafted over to my nostrils. When I lowered my droopy nappy bottom back onto the plastic bench she sang, "Now lift those little footsies. Good bubba!" Alison whipped both pairs of panties clear of my Princess slippers and inspected the leg elastics of my baby panties for any stains. She gave a grunt of relief when she realised they were only damp and placed them aside to use again. In the echoing tiled room I heard the little girl from the second booth loudly protest in a high piercing voice, "No Mummy! She's a big girl - bigger than me - and she's wearing a nappy!" Her mother muttered something unintelligible in reply, and I clearly heard the little girl stamp the leather heel of her sandal on the tiles in frustration. The girl cried, "Mummy, she's bigger than Susie next door, and she's five!" As Alison removed my nappy pins, I could hear the sounds of little feet stomping down the tiled corridor towards us. I looked past my cousin's lush body towards the open doorway and cringed in anticipation. My babysitter tapped my upper thigh and ordered, "Lift up Candy." As soon I raised my hips, she slid the soggy wet nappies from under my bum and rolled them up with a sigh of disgust. I let my bare damp bottom drop onto the plastic bench and wriggled about in discomfort on the hard unforgiving surface. When Alison bent down to find an empty plastic bag in the diaper bag, I spotted the four-year-old girl from the other booth. She was standing a few feet behind my cousin, staring at me. She wore a short-sleeved baby-blue frock that fell to her mid-thighs, with a cartoon picture of Dora the Explorer on the breast, and a pair of white leather- soled sandals on her tiny feet. I instinctively covered my wrinkled sac and shrivelled clittie with both hands, blushing furiously. Alison didn't seem to realise the little girl was standing behind her. She dumped my wet nappies in the plastic bag, tied it closed and dropped it to the floor. When she turned back to me, my babysitter smacked my hands away from my crotch with a snort of irritation. She started wiping down my tummy with some cool scented wipes she plucked from a slim white plastic tub. "No, no," I pleaded, trying to cover my crotch again. Alison frowned and shook her head. "What are you doing? You're just a baby, remember? Babies don't feel embarrassed or ashamed. They're too young to understand." She ducked down to scrabble in the vinyl change bag once more. She stood up holding my dummy and a small white plastic container of baby powder. She placed the powder on the shelf against the wall near my feet and popped my dum-dums in in my mouth. I automatically began sucking on the soothing amber teat as she clipped the dangling chain to the white lace collar of my gingham frock. "Quieten down, little girl," Alison impatiently commanded, sounding like she was scolding a recalcitrant toddler. She clucked her tongue in annoyance and reprimanded me. "Tsk- tsk! Move those paws, you silly baby. I have to clean you up before I can pin you in a fresh nappy, otherwise you'll smell of wee-wees." Alison brusquely slapped my wrists aside again and returned to fiercely scrubbing my powder-coated genitals. I whimpered in shame as she scooped my ankles together with her left hand and then rolled me back onto my shoulders. My cousin gave my buttocks a quick scrub and finished by wiping deeply along the length of my crack. I could see the little girl was still intently watching us and I turned my face to the wall in embarrassment. Alison didn't seem to realise - or care - that we had an audience. She powdered my bottom while she had my toes bent back almost to my nose, briskly rubbed in the lightly-perfumed talc, then slid two prepared cloth nappies under my rear before she lowered my feet to the bench. A generous dusting of baby powder over my genitals, and thankfully Alison drew the front flap over my snow-white tummy straight away. She seemed to have difficulty ramming the pink-capped nappy pins through the multiple bulky layers of fluffy terrycloth, and gave a small cry of satisfaction when she clipped the last pin closed. She tugged on the front to make sure it was tight enough and nodded in satisfaction. We heard Annette's voice call out from the doorway to the change room, "Are you still in here Allie?" My eyes flew wide and my whole body jerked in fear. I'd been worried that Alison's girlfriends might come in to help her change me, and said a silent prayer of thanks that my fresh nappies were already safely pinned over my male genitals. I didn't realise that the girls already knew my embarrassing little secret. "Almost finished, Annie," Alison shouted in reply over her shoulder without turning around. "We'll be out in a second." "Okay. See you back at the table," her friend replied without bothering to walk down the tiled corridor. I sighed in relief when I heard the swing door bang closed. Alison shook out my rustling plastic panties to open them up and smiled at me. "Now all we need are our pants. Lift those little footsies, Baby Candy." When I raised my feet she threaded my toes thorough the crinkling leg holes and whisked the transparent pink baby panties up past my knees. She slid my gingham panties over my feet too, and left them bunched below the plastic panties. I automatically dropped my feet and raised my bum so Alison could tug both pairs of underwear over my bulky swaddling. She made sure the waistband of my baby panties was tucked in front and back first, then told me to drop and forced my thighs wide so she could tuck in the tight elastic leg bands around my crotch. She tugged my pink gingham panties up around my bulging plastic pilchers in a fruitless attempt to stretch them over my packed infantile underwear, then gave up with a small smile and a careless shrug of her shoulders. "There we go, baby. All done," Alison cooed in satisfaction. She grabbed my hands and helped me sit up, then turned me to face her so my legs dangled over the edge of the hard plastic bench. "Down we hop, sweetie," she sang as she lifted me down and set me on my feet. When Alison bent over the change bag to stuff the containers of powder and wipes inside, the wide-eyed little girl pointed at my bulging panty crotch. In a clear piping voice she cried, "You're wearing a nappy! You're bigger than me and you're wearing a nappy!" My cheeks burned with mortification and I dropped my gaze to the white tiles around my feet, chewing on my dummy teat in shame. I smoothed down my billowing gingham frock front and back, and made sure the flounced skirts covered my wide padded hips at the sides. Alison glanced at the little girl and merely chuckled as she shoved the heavy plastic bag containing my used nappies into the diaper bag. She picked it up and looped the handles over her shoulder and then held out her hand for mine. A woman's voice cried "Lucy!" The girl's mother trotted over behind her daughter clutching her toddler son's hand, and she squeezed her daughter's shoulder in admonition. "Lucy! I told you not to run off while I was changing Adam," she gently scolded her fascinated child. Even though my cheeks were red with shame, I couldn't stop myself from glancing up. The little boy was gazing at me over the bobbing blue plastic guard of his pacifier, his brown eyes wide. His mother hadn't yet replaced his pants, and I could see his puffy disposable diaper poking out below the bottom of his green t-shirt. It was decorated with colourful cartoon characters I didn't recognize. The little girl ignored her mother and continued to stare and point at me. "What are you pointing at?" Her mother demanded, pushing the girl's arm down before looking over at me. She cried in surprise, "Oh!" I ducked my head back down and didn't see her shake her head and pucker her cheeks in disapproval. Alison snapped her fingers under my nose to attract my attention and I meekly accepted her proffered hand. She led me out of the booth and paused beside the little family group in the corridor, then crouched down so she was almost at eye-level with the little girl. "Hello Lucy," Alison greeted the inquisitive child. She dragged me closer and then reached out and grabbed the lace-edged hem of my dress. "This is Candy." She raised the front of my gingham frock up over my tummy, completely exposing my diapered shame. "As you can see, my little niece Candy has to wear nappies because she still wets her pants sometimes." My cheeks burned with shame and I chewed harder on the amber rubber teat in my mouth. The little girl giggled and looked embarrassed on my behalf. I cringed and pulled away and tried to brush my frock back down with my free hand. Thankfully Alison relented and released the hem of my juvenile pink frock. She stood with a gay laugh and muttered "Excuse me," then hauled me past the stunned mother and her bemused children. Lucy turned around and followed me with her eyes, then pointed at my retreating back. "Did you see, Mummy? She's sucking a dummy like Adam!" "Shh, darling. Don't point. It's rude to point," the woman quietly remonstrated with her daughter. When I glanced up at Alison, she was biting her red-painted bottom lip to stop herself from giggling. Beneath the wide pink plastic guard of my dum-dums I could feel my bottom lip beginning to poke out. I had to stand beside Alison waiting impatiently while she washed her hands in the sink. The noise of the faucet covered the little girl's next question, but when Alison turned off the taps I clearly heard her mother's reply. "Because she's a big baby who can't stop wetting her pants, that's why. Some children take a little longer to grow up, that's all." Alison smirked at me in the mirror, then pushed the button on the wall-mounted hand-dryer. It burst into noisy life, drowning out the woman's next words. When the roar died down I heard the mother's voice add, brimming with approval, "Yes Lucy, you're not a baby. You're a very big girl. You don't have to wear nappies. You never wet your pants any more, do you?" Alison grinned at my sulky expression as she freshened up her cherry-red lipstick. "No Mummy," came Lucy's proud piping reply. I was thankful that Alison dragged me outside before they joined us at the vanity basins. The noise in the food court hit me like a wall of sound when I stumbled back out of the corridor into the vast enclosed space. Once again I had to dance on my tippy-toes to keep up with Alison's long-legged stride. My fresh fluffy nappies forced my thighs obscenely wide, and I knew I was waddling like a heavily-diapered toddler. I blindly followed my babysitter as she led me through the mass of people back to our table. When Alison lifted me into the stroller, I fell back in the demeaning kiddie-carrier with a sigh of relief. Kitty, Jill and Annette were all grinning down at me, and I instinctively tried to tug down my wayward dress hem to conceal my bulging gingham panties. That was when I realised I still had my dummy in my mouth and I quickly spat it out. It flopped onto my tummy and dangled there on the length of pink plastic chain. Alison crammed my change bag in the wire tray underneath me and then grabbed the pink webbing straps. She snatched my dummy and shoved it back between my lips, ordering, "Keep that dum-dums in your mouth baby girl, so I can buckle you in." I chewed on the firm amber teat as she lowered the H-strap over my head and secured me in place. I yanked the pink plastic chain out from where it became trapped by the snug chest strap. Alison stepped behind the stroller and gripped the handles, and she backed me away from the table. "We have to go, girls. Sorry, but I have to get the baby home for her nap," she reminded them in an apologetic voice. Kitty and Annette murmured their farewells and gave me a little wave. Jill jumped to her feet and collected her handbag and Alison's bag of lingerie. "I'll come with you," she suggested to Alison, and handed her the 'Bras and Things' bag to hang on the stroller's white rubber handgrips. Jill slipped her handbag strap over her shoulder and gathered up her own bags of shopping. "Sure thing," my cousin replied with a pleased smile. "Bye Kitty, bye Annie. I'll talk to you tomorrow." I frowned around the wide pink guard of my dum-dums. I didn't want any of them to come home with us. I'd been humiliated enough today already, and didn't need the added embarrassment of having a beautiful girl watch me being changed into my nightie and locked in my crib like a useless infant. I closed my eyes so I wouldn't have to see the hundreds of faces staring at me as Alison wheeled me out of the food court, through the milling crowd in the main thoroughfare towards the exit. I didn't realise I was sucking earnestly on my baby soother in an unconscious effort to reduce my anxiety. Jill walked alongside my cousin chatting in her ear, although it was too noisy to make out what the tall blonde was saying. I knew we were outside when the hub-bub of voices died down and I felt the hot sun warming my face. I kept my eyes closed and pretended to be asleep as Alison wheeled me the two blocks home. I became acutely aware of the myriad sounds in the street and along the footpath. I felt sure every feminine cry of exclamation and giggle of amusement was directed my way. I sank deeper into my stroller seat in misery and chewed on my dum-dums, and tried to block out the hateful sounds. The footpath was pitted and bumpy in places, and the jiggling motion of the stroller was very relaxing. The ride home seemed much longer than the trip to the mall. By the time we turned into Aunty June's front path, I'd actually dropped off to sleep. I was woken by Jill poking me in the ribs and the sound of her bright laughter. "She's asleep already!" She cried in a cruel mocking tone, "Baby really needs her afternoon nap, doesn't she?" "I told you she was just like a real toddler," replied Alison in a careless dismissive voice. She unbuckled my harness straps and tossed them over the back of the stroller out of my way. "Come on baby. Up we hop," she crooned to me as she took my hands and hauled me to my feet. I was surprised to find my nappy was already a little damp between my legs. I must have peed when I fell asleep, because I certainly didn't remember doing it. The towering raven-haired beauty led me stumbling up the porch steps and unlocked the front door. "Bring my shopping inside, will you Jill?" Alison tossed over her shoulder before she dragged me inside. "Sure thing," her girlfriend agreed. Jill checked out the oversized playpen on the veranda and grinned in wicked anticipation. She collected the plastic bags from the handles of the stroller and skipped into the house. Alison dragged me straight upstairs, and I was grateful she didn't make me climb down on all fours and crawl all the way up to the Nursery. Jill dumped the bags of shopping and her handbag beside Alison's handbag at the foot of the staircase and then followed us upstairs. I heard the tall blonde gasp in surprise when she saw the big baby crib and the padded change table in my bedroom. She watched with an impassive face as Alison undressed me and removed my pink Princess slippers and my frilly socks. She pulled down my gingham knickers, leaving me in only my damp nappy and pink plastic baby panties. My pink satin nightie was hanging over the end of my cot. Alison picked it up and sang, "Reach for the stars, baby." She lowered the slinky satin nightie over my head and raised arms and I shivered in sleepy delight when it slid down over my hairless torso. "Aww! Doesn't she look sweet in her little nightie," cooed Jill. I couldn't tell if she was being sarcastic or not. Alison reattached my dummy chain to the collar of my pink nightgown and she lifted me into the crib and pushed me onto my back. She took my pink Alice band off my head and dropped it on the vanity table, then raised and locked the barred side rail in place. Alison turned to her friend lurking in the doorway and asked, "Do you want to make up a bottle for the baby?" Jill grinned and nodded and Alison continued, "They're in the cupboard over the fridge. Fill one with milk and give it about sixty seconds in the microwave on high." Jill laughed. "Okay. Back in a minute." The beautiful blonde turned and walked out to the landing and I heard her skip lightly downstairs. Alison tossed me a quick grin and reached over the crib rail to pull the pink ballerina top sheet up to my chest. She closed the curtains, walked to the doorway and blew me a departing kiss from her luscious cherry-red lips. "Sleep tight, baby girl. Aunty Jill will be back in a few minutes with a lovely bottle of warm milk for you. Okay?" I closed my tired eyes and didn't bother replying. I couldn't understand why I felt so exhausted. I didn't realise what effect the stress of constant humiliation and the unending threat of possible exposure had on my poor tortured psyche. My warm wet nappies were a comforting weight on my genitals and I sleepily wriggled about on my back. I woke with a start when Jill ripped my dummy teat from my mouth. Before I could open my eyes, she shoved the dripping nipple of my baby bottle between my lips. I sucked down a mouthful of warm milk, opened my eyes just enough to see her cruel condescending smile, then closed them again as I clutched the heavy vessel with both hands. I could feel the gorgeous teenager standing over me watching me suckle from my baby bottle like a real infant. I tried to ignore her intimidating presence and kept drinking. I couldn't believe how tired I was, and I'm sure I drifted off before I finished my bottle of warm milk.