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Dear readers, the reason for the long gap between chapters 13 and 14? I was waiting for some responses. When only one person posted a response after a few weeks, I assumed you girls had grown bored with my story. Thank goodness a few people responded after chapter 14! If you want to read more, take thirty seconds to post a response. BJ Chapter 15. This Can't Be Happening... "Oh, she's so beautiful!" Annette commented in a sultry voice. I stirred into wakefulness and sleepily raised my head. "Aww! I think our beautiful baby girl is finally awake," she sang breathily. The busty brunette must have already lowered the crib side out of the way, and I was surprised that the sound of the wooden bars rattling down hadn't roused me. I chewed on the rubber nipple in my mouth and hazily glanced around. Annette was naked but for the black lace panty and bra set she'd purchased that morning. She looked gorgeous with a full face of make-up and her luscious smiling lips painted glossy red. "Come here, baby," she cooed, reaching in to slide me out of the crib. I glanced down at her panties and spied the thick nest of dark brown curls beneath the sheer black lace, discretely matted to conceal her feminine opening. Either Annette had grown or I had shrunk during my afternoon nap, because she had no trouble lifting me into the air and settling me on her broad hip, my little legs automatically wrapping around her voluptuous frame. My nappy was saturated and I gleefully pressed my hard little clittie into the stimulating wet warmth, rubbing my crinkling panty crotch against her side. I stared at Annette's massive mammaries in awe. Beneath the black net hammocks of her bra cups, each creamy breast looked the size of a basketball. Her dark brown nipples were stiffly erect and poked through the filmy lace, each one the size of the end joint of my thumb. A copious stream of drool trickled around the wide pink guard of my pacifier, dribbling down my chin and dripping onto the front of my slick satin nightie. "What a dribble-puss," Brenda giggled. I tore my gaze from Annette's enormous bosom and saw my blonde cousin sitting in a huge armchair in the corner of my Nursery. I didn't bother wondering where the chair had come from. Like Annette, Brenda had stripped down to her matching pastel-pink satin panty and bra set. Her tanned breasts were unbelievably huge, bulging over the tops of the enormous pink cups and threatening to spill out the sides. Her shiny satin panties were so snug they looked like they were painted on, and clung to every feminine fold of her proud pudenda. Brenda sat back in the big brown leather armchair and boldly let her plump womanly thighs drift open and closed, granting me quick glimpses of the shiny wet spot anointing the gusset of her pretty pink panties. "She must be hungry," Annette commented with authority. Brenda stood and pointed to the wide leather chair. "Sit down here and give her a feed," my buxom cousin suggested. Part of my mind reasoned, 'This can't be happening,' but the rest of my consciousness forced away the unwanted thought. Annette nodded and stepped lightly over to the brown armchair. She lifted me off her hip as she turned and sat down, then she settled me on her broad inviting lap so my head was resting against one lush bosom. I mewled hungrily around my dum-dums, salivating heavily like one of Pavlov's trained dogs, ignoring the wet stream dribbling down my chin. Annette asked Brenda, "Does Baby Candy take to the breast well?" I watched in fascination as she stretched one lace cup down and tucked it under her huge breast, making the curvaceous expanse of creamy flesh jiggle enticingly inches from my nose. Her dark brown nipple seemed to swell and thicken, growing even larger. "Oh yes," Brenda replied with a laugh, cupping her own mammoth mammaries and forcing them up and together to form a deep fleshy valley between the shiny pink cups. "She loves to be nursed. It makes our Baby Candy very excited." I couldn't deny her accusation. My swollen clittie was pounding with arousal inside my humid swaddling. I wanted to reach down and play with myself, but I couldn't. Not with them watching. Annette cupped her naked right breast in her right hand and slid her fingers over the expanse of creamy skin towards the crinkling brown cap. I could see the individual bumps on the sensitive erectile tissue before she wrapped her thumb and finger around her huge nipple. She squeezed and teased the erect bud to greater tumescence, and my eyes flew wide when I spied two or three droplets of milky discharge seeping from the tip. A voice I recognised asked, "How long have you been breastfeeding, Annie?" "I've been nursing babies forever," Annette replied with an easy smile. "After all, all boys are just babies deep down." I twisted my head around to see the source of the question. Jill was standing in the doorway to my Nursery, leaning against the door jamb. The slender long-legged beauty was dressed only in her new fire-engine red satin underwear, and she was caressing the shiny crotch of her full-cut knickers with the fingers of her right hand. Her blue eyes twinkled like glittering sapphires and her full mouth was painted red to match her sexy lingerie. I watched in fascination as Jill gently stroked one finger along the fleshy groove of her feminine cleft. The golden-skinned teen smiled lasciviously at me and tossed back her pale blonde locks, then she turned side-on to me so I could see her left hand delving deeply into the crack of her panty bottom. Her palm slid over the slick material with a silky slithering sound, an erotic symphony to my ears. "Mmm," Jill murmured throatily, her voice husky with arousal. "I love the way satin panties feel against my skin." I glanced over to see what Brenda thought of Jill's lascivious display and my eyes widened in shock. My cousin was sitting in my cot, leaning back against the bars nearest the wall. Her bra had disappeared and her tanned breasts were enormous. They were bigger than her head! Her erect russet nipples were fatter and longer than I remembered, poking out at least an inch from the palm-sized areolae. Brenda had flexed her knees up near her shoulders, her bare feet resting on my crackling crib mattress and her knees splayed indecently wide. Her pink satin panties were stretched tautly between her wide-splayed thighs and she was massaging the dark spot on her slick wet gusset with the fingers of her right hand. Brenda's left hand cupped her left breast, her glossy red nails pinching and squeezing the erect russet cap to greater fullness. She gazed at me through sleepy half-closed lids and her pretty painted mouth fell open as she panted in excitement. Annette curled one hand under my head and turned my face away from the mind-boggling image of Jill and Brenda openly masturbating. She steered my mouth towards her waiting nipple. "Here baby," she crooned, "You have a lovely nurse from Aunty Annie's titty. Go on," she sweetly encouraged me. "Feed from my breast like a proper baby girl." I didn't need to be told twice. I opened my mouth and let my sloppy dum-dums tumble free, and thrust my face against Annette's soft cushiony bosom. I clamped my drool- covered lips around her thumb-sized nipple and sucked hard, latching on like a starving infant. Warm sweet milk spurted into my mouth and I instinctively swallowed and sucked again. I quickly settled into a rhythm, reaching up with both tiny hands to knead and press the basketball-sized breast in an effort to force out more life-giving nourishment. I pressed my face harder against her titty and it felt so soft, so moist and cushiony. I could feel the warmth of Brenda's breath on the back of my neck when she commented, "See? I told you she loved to nurse from the breast." She must have been leaning right over me watching Annette breastfeed me, and I felt her huge erect nipples sensuously brush against my satin-covered back. I shivered in excitement. "Mmm, she's a hungry baby girl," Annette agreed in tender loving tones. My ear was pressed against her lush body and I heard her words rumbling in her bounteous chest. I could feel Brenda's hand caressing my panty bottom, sliding over the slick plastic surface and pressing the drenched diapers underneath deeper into the groove between my buttocks. I loved the feeling of my warm wet nappies wrapped snugly around my sensitive flesh. "Do you know what else she loves?" Brenda softly inquired. I felt rather than saw Annette shake her head in denial. I felt her tight brown curls brush against my forehead and I sighed in pleasure. "Baby Candy loves to poo and pee in her nappies," Brenda confided to the nursing girl. "Really?" Annette asked, although she didn't seem perturbed by the news. I gurgled wetly in relief and kept suckling, greedily swallowing down mouthful after mouthful of warm sweet breast milk. "Oh yes," Brenda confirmed with a giggle. "She loves it! Baby Candy just loves filling her nap-naps with pee-pee and poo-poos, especially when she's having a lovely long feed." Her voice was thick as treacle when she inquired of me, "Don't you, Baby Candy?" I grunted wordlessly in reply but didn't allow Annette's seeping nipple to escape from my lips for even an instant. There was no way I wanted this fabulous experience to end. Brenda slid her other hand around my body and stroked the tenting front of my baby panties, right over my throbbing hard clittie. Now she was caressing me front and back, her deft fingers fondling me to undiscovered heights of arousal. Brenda's breath smelled minty-fresh when she breathed in my ear, "Go on, Baby Candy. Show your Aunties what a real baby girl you are. Do a great big poo-poo in your lovely wet nappy." Jill sounded like she was standing right beside me when she tenderly cooed, "Fill your panties for us, Baby Candy. Make a big hot squishy mess in your nap-nap." "It's alright, darling," Annette whispered reassuringly. "You're just a helpless baby girl. You can't help pooping your nappy. It's okay, baby. Just let it all go." "Show us, baby. Show us how you go poo-poos," Brenda sang enticingly. Her expert fingers were rubbing me front and back, the sweet caresses growing firmer and faster. I wriggled in Annette's arms and tried to inhale between frantic swallows. I stopped suckling just long enough to snatch a deep breath and bear down with my tummy muscles, and I felt my anal sphincter obediently dilate. I grunted as I pushed harder. "She's doing it!" Brenda cried, her joyful tone tinged with pride. A semi-solid log of excrement slowly oozed out of my straining back door, and Brenda patted the growing lump in the seat of my nappy in approval. "Look, girls! She's doing a lovely big poo in her nappy!" "That's wonderful! Good girl," Annette cooed to me. "What a good baby girl." She lovingly stoked my cheek and patted my head in appreciation. "That's it, baby. Push out all the nasty poo-poos for us," Jill encouraged me, sounding thrilled by the idea. I was surrounded by beautiful women dressed in their sexiest lingerie, being breast-fed by the most buxom girl there, while they all gathered around me rooting for me to soil myself like a helpless infant. I grunted around the spurting nipple in my mouth, milk dribbling from the corners of my lips as I pushed and strained. I could feel my clittie growing bigger and harder as the slippery log slowly slid out of my anus. The girls kept encouraging me, enthusiastically calling for me to let it all go. It was all too much. My body started to tremble and the room lights pulsated on and off. I thrust my throbbing clittie against the hand that lovingly cupped me, ramming my swollen tool into the delicious warm wetness that engulfed me. "Ma-ma!" I burbled wetly as the sensational feelings inside my nappy reached a crescendo. Suddenly everything was exploding from both ends simultaneously. I was cumming and pooping at the same time, and I writhed in ecstasy in Annette's fond embrace. "Ma-ma! Ma-ma!" I babbled between desperate swallows. My face was wet with warm milk, sticky and sweet. I jerked and twitched with each pulsating burst of baby juice, my anal sphincter contracting violently and pinching off the huge log that held it wide open. Warm squishy mess spread over my buttcheeks as I wriggled and writhed, creeping into previously unexplored nooks and crannies. I felt grateful I was wearing my nappy as I relaxed completely, knowing everything would be safely trapped inside the absorbent terrycloth and my tight baby panties. "Is she crying for her mama?" I heard Jill inquire from right beside me. She didn't bother hiding the contempt in her voice. "What a baby!" A hand pressed down firmly on my bulging panty bottom, mashing the squishy sticky contents all over the place. "Oh my God!" The statuesque blonde cried in shock. "She's crapped herself!" She snatched her hand away and lurched back, grimacing in revulsion. "What!" It was the alarm in Alison's strident voice that made me lift my head from the moist soft cushion of Annette's breast. To my surprise I was still in my cot, lying on my tummy. I had the nipple of my baby bottle clenched between my teeth and there was a sticky wet patch under my face. I was startled into full wakefulness by the rattle of the pink-painted side rail sliding down. Snatches of my erotic fantasy replayed in my mind and I realised I must have had a wet dream. I was still trembling and panting from the aftershocks. I let the empty plastic bottle fall from my lips as I pushed myself up on my elbows to sleepily glance around the Nursery. I could hardly believe it had all been a fantastic dream, but there was no one else in the room except Alison and her best girlfriend. The buxom teens were dressed in the same t-shirts and skirts they wore to the mall this morning. My shrivelling clittie and the sticky mess in my clinging wet nappy reminded me how easily reality and imagination could become confused. "Oh no!" Alison groaned. "She's dribbled all over the place!" There was a huge wet patch on my pillow. The fitted pink ballerina bottom sheet and the front of my pink satin nightie were sticky with spilled milk. I could also see black smudges of mascara and my fuchsia-pink lipstick staining the pillowcase. Alison complained, "Look at the wet patch on the front of her nightie. I'll have to change her bedding, too." "That's not the only thing that needs changing," Jill announced in a scornful voice, pointing at my bulging bottom from the other side of the room. Alison tossed my empty bottle aside and helped me slide out of the crib. "Come on, little girl," she sighed, wrinkling her nose in distaste. "Let's get you changed out of that stinky nappy." I naturally dropped to all fours and crawled in the direction of the change table. Jill giggled in derision at my infantile mode of progress. "No baby." Alison tossed her jet-black hair over her shoulders and pointed towards the doorway to the landing. "Crawl out to the bathroom and you can take your poopy nappy off in the shower. You know - like you usually do." This choice titbit of information set Jill giggling again, and my cheeks burned with shame as I crawled past her towards the bathroom. "Why do you make her crawl?" Jill asked. Alison replied, "Mum said if she won't stop wetting and messing her panties like a baby, it must be because she likes acting like a baby. So that's how we treat her - like a baby - and babies have to crawl. " Jill sniggered. "Fair enough," was her only heartless comment. The bathroom tiles were cold under my hands and knees and I hurried into the shower recess and stood up. I looked around for my nappy bucket and realised I must have left it in the basement. Alison obviously remembered too, because I heard her run downstairs. I peeled off my sticky satin nightie and pulled down my baby panties. My dirty wet nappy hung heavily from the pink-capped pins clasped over my hips. When Alison trotted into the bathroom she was carrying the big white pail at arm's length. Jill stood in the doorway watching as her friend tossed the empty bucket in my direction and swiftly retreated. "You know what to do," my disgusted cousin stonily reminded me. She reached up and switched on the ceiling fan, then stepped out onto the landing. I turned my back on the watching girls as I unpinned my saturated sticky nappy. It fell heavily to the shower floor with a soggy 'splat!' "Look!" Jill cried in horror. "There's shit all over her bum!" I tossed the pins aside and cringed in shame as I crouched down and collected the sodden stinking pieces of terrycloth. I folded them up and dumped them in the nappy bucket, then slammed the lid closed. I kept my hands defensively cupped over my crotch as I stood up. I spun away from Alison and Jill and turned on the shower taps. I stood under the warming stream with my back to them, willing them to get bored and walk away. They stood there giggling at the view of my filth-encrusted posterior. I scrubbed my badly-soiled buttocks with the bar of soap first, scraping off the worst of the mess before scouring between my cheeks. Clumps of sticky brown poo-poo fell to the floor and swirled around the drain. A few larger pieces clogged the holes and the water started building up. I had to kneel down and poke some stubborn lumps of crap through the holes so the alcove wouldn't overflow. "Look," Jill cried, pointing at me on my hands and knees. "She's playing with her shit - just like a real baby." She wouldn't stop laughing, and even Alison chuckled at my juvenile efforts to minimise the damage. It was so embarrassing! My clittie and ball sack weren't too messy and I kept my back to the sniggering girls as I swiftly scrubbed my ugly male bits clean. I grabbed a washcloth and soaped it up and repeated the whole procedure, finishing up by scrubbing down my legs and washing my feet - just in case I'd stepped in anything nasty. I tried to keep my head away from the forceful hot spray. I'd already washed my hair this morning and I didn't want to get it wet. I turned and looked over my shoulder towards the bathroom doorway, hoping like hell the towering teens had grown bored and walked away. No such luck. They were still standing there, stupid grins on their faces as they waited for me to finish. I sighed in resignation as I rinsed the soap from my body and turned off the taps. I shuffled sideways out of the shower recess and scuttled like a crab to the towel rail. I kept my back to them and grabbed the same pink towel I'd used this morning. It was still slightly damp, but I didn't care as I used it to briskly rub down my glowing pink body. As soon as I was sufficiently dry, I wrapped the towel around my torso like a girl, covering my flat chest and my tell-tale genitals. "Not so fast, Candy," Alison chided me as she stepped into the bathroom. "We have to make sure you're really clean down there, don't we? Drop that towel and assume the position." I gazed up at her in horror but she was totally serious. My hands shook as I reached up to untuck the top flap of my towel from under my armpit. I turned my back on the girls again and reluctantly let my protective covering drop. I hesitantly began to bend forward, clutching the crumpled towel against my crotch and gathering my limp genitals up against my tummy in the vain hope that Jill wouldn't discover my little secret. Alison sternly commanded, "Bend right over, baby girl." I tried to ignore Jill's bell-like laughter and let the ends of my long blonde locks brush the white tiles. "Go on, baby. You know what you have to do." I groaned as I realised what she wanted. I reluctantly let the damp pink towel drop and reached back with both hands. With my fingers spread wide I pulled my glowing pink bum cheeks apart, giving the girls an unobstructed view of my freshly-scrubbed, pinky-brown freckle. My tiny wrinkled scrotum hung down between my legs, but I wasn't sure if Jill caught sight of my unattractive male appendage. I didn't know that she couldn't help seeing it, tiny as it was, but she couldn't stop laughing long enough to comment. "That's it Baby Candy," Alison crooned encouragingly to me while her friend unsuccessfully tried to control her giggles. "Open up and let us see where the sun don't shine." I shrieked in alarm and jerked upright when Jill leaned forward and rudely goosed me. Her sharp pink fingernail scratched the delicate centre of my wrinkled opening, almost forcing its way past my clenching sphincter. "My she's goosey," Jill managed to finally comment between raucous fits of laughter. I clutched the towel over my crotch as I whirled around to confront the beautiful blonde teen. An angry retort died on my lips and I swiftly wrapped the damp towel around my torso once more, hoping Jill hadn't noticed anything untoward. I was still unaware she already knew my true identity. "At least she's clean - for the moment." Alison stepped past me to open one of the vanity drawers. She took out a fat white tub and handed it to me. "Here baby. You need to clean off your make-up," she chided me, "your face is a mess." I glanced in the mirror and saw that my bossy cousin was right. Clotted mascara made my eyelashes clump together and some lashes were glued to my eyelids. There were dark circles around both eyes and I looked like a panda. There was pink lipstick smeared all around my mouth too, and I frowned at my scruffy reflection. I'd already used cold cream at Aunty Mandy's place to remove my make-up, so I knew what to do. I opened the jar and dipped in one finger, them smeared the cold white cream over my lips and around my black-rimmed eyes. I closed my eyelids as I gently massaged the cream into my lashes, too, so I didn't see the knowing looks the girls cast each other. When I blindly tried to turn on the tap in the vanity basin, Alison took pity on me and handed me a couple of tissues. "Wipe the cream off first with tissues," she advised me, "then give your face a quick scrub with soap and water." She smiled in aproval when I obeyed her instructions. I felt more confident with my towel tucked around my breasts like a shy little girl, and used the bottom flap to dry my face. "Alright Baby Candy. Hang up your towel like a good little girl and you can crawl back to the Nursery." My face fell as I hung up my towel, and I obediently dropped to all fours before turning to face the girls. Do you know how difficult it is to crawl while trying to keep your upper thighs demurely pressed together? I was trying to stop my balls from flopping into view and I thought I'd succeeded - until Alison gave my bobbing bare bottom a hefty whack as I shuffled past them onto the landing. I squealed in shock more than pain and rapidly increased my pace, suddenly careless of revealing my shrivelled male apparatus. The giggling girls followed me into the Nursery and as soon as I reached the change table, Alison scooped me up and lay me on my back. There was a pair of fluffy white terry nappies already laid out ready and waiting for me, and she centred my damp pink bottom over the appropriate place. "Oh my God! What's that?" Jill cried in theatrical horror, pointing in disdain at my floppy male appendage. I belatedly tried to cover my crotch with my hands but Alison simply batted my wrists aside. I cringed in embarrassment. If it was possible to die from humiliation, I would have passed on at that moment. "Oh that?" Alison responded in a bored disinterested tone, "That's nothing." My clittie and I both shrivelled at her dismissive words. She poured a handful of sweet-smelling talc over my shrunken bits and roughly rubbed it in. I whimpered from a combination of shame and pain and turned my burning red face to the wall. "I thought your Baby Candy was a little girl," Jill protested, as if she hadn't already known the truth. "She's the next best thing," Alison blithely reassured her frowning friend. "Why didn't you tell me she was a boy?" Alison paused before replying. "Well, I didn't want to embarrass her. You know?" There was silence for a heartbeat, then they both screamed with laughter. Where was a transporter beam when you needed one? In my mind I was screaming, 'Beam me up, Scotty! Beam me up! Get me out of here now!' When Alison had herself under control she chuckled, "She's a little sissy who loves dressing up and acting like a little girl." "Oh, she's one of those." Jill shook her head in disdain, her corn-silk blonde hair flicking around her shoulders. "She certainly looks more like a little girl than boy." "Doesn't she just? I'm surprised her mother doesn't dress her like this all the time," Alison replied. I didn't know whether to feel frightened or excited by her candid observation, and wondered if my Mummy ever had the same thought? While Alison replaced the baby powder on the shelf above the change table, Jill leaned over my cowering form to examine my powder-coated genitals. "God it's tiny," she announced disdainfully. "No wonder she'd rather be a girl than a boy. She'd never be able to satisfy a real woman with that tiny thing." She reached over and viciously flicked the object under discussion with the tip of one long lustrous pink fingernail. My hands leapt to cover my crotch and I squealed and writhed in pain. She grabbed my wrists and wrenched my hands aside. Jill's malicious grin only grew wider when my shrivelled clittie shrank even more, trying to hide inside my body like a frightened snail retreating into its shell. "Aww! There, there," the grinning blonde reassured me in faux-loving tones. She released my wrists but I kept my hands at my sides, frightened of upsetting this dominant young woman. Jill stroked my long blonde locks like a loving mother for a few seconds, then whispered in my ear, "We don't mind if you want to be a little girl. You're such a sissy baby, you could never grow up to be a real man. Could you, Baby Candy?" Tears of shame brimmed in my eyes, making my vision swim distractingly. Her accusation struck too close for comfort. I wanted my dummy to sooth my anxiety, but had to settle for my thumb instead. Without realising what I was doing, my thumb crept into my mouth and I began earnestly sucking it in a desperate search for comfort. "Could you, baby girl?" Jill insisted. I shook my head in denial, hoping to appease her. Jill watched me sucking my thumb like a big baby as I denied my manhood, and although her grin widened enough to almost split her face in two, she didn't bother teasing me further. Alison continued preparing me for my clean nappies, folding my legs back to coat my rear with talc and rubbing it deeply into the cleft of my trembling buttocks. As she lowered my ankles she brought the front flap up over my powdery tummy, thankfully concealing my shameful miniscule male genitalia. The fluffy nappies were swiftly pinned over my hips and checked for tightness. "Lift those widdle footsies and point your pwetty toesies," crooned Alison, making Jill giggle in derision. Clean pink plastic panties were tugged over my feet and up my legs and Alison cooed, "Good girl." I let my feet drop and raised my bum so she could tuck in the snug elastic waistband. Alison merely smiled in approval and when I lowered my puffy plastic-sheathed rear, she tucked in the tight elastic leg bands too. "Ballerina toesies." She threaded my feet into the same white cotton socks with the floppy pink lace frills around the ankles I'd worn before my nap, then she helped me sit up. She plucked my thumb from my mouth, clucking her tongue in reproval at the shiny thread of drool trailing from my spittle-wet lips to the wrinkled digit. "Don't suck your thumb, baby," Alison chided me, shaking her head in remonstration. She turned to her girlfriend. "Where's her dummy?" Jill disappeared into the bathroom and returned clutching my musk-pink satin nightie. She unclipped my dummy chain from the sticky lace collar of my milk-stained babydoll nightie and handed it to the tall black-haired beauty. Alison immediately shoved the amber rubber teat between my lips and I sucked on the mouth-filling nipple gratefully. The pink plastic guard slid moistly around my spittle-wet lips and chin, the light plastic chain and clip bouncing against my bare tummy. I couldn't meet Jill's scornful gaze and kept my eyes on the floor while Alison lifted me down. My cousin dressed me in the same pink gingham frock I wore to the mall, but didn't bother lending me her matching check panties. They lay in a crumpled heap on the floor and I gazed at the big- girl pants longingly. My pink patent Princess slippers had been put away in the wardrobe, and Alison tossed my pink sneakers at my feet instead. "Put those on," she commanded. I slipped my stockinged feet into the feminine sandshoes and crouched down to tie the laces. For some reason I couldn't seem to remember how to tie a proper knot. I kept getting it wrong, trying again until Jill snorted with impatience. The slender blonde crouched down in front of me and smacked my hands away. "Let me do it, you silly baby," she scolded me. I stood up, my face burning, and I unconsciously sucked harder on my comforting dum-dums. Jill's baby-blue t-shirt had a wide neck and as it slipped down one shoulder, I caught sight of her black bra strap. I remembered the gorgeous blonde had been wearing a tiny black g-string in the lingerie shop. I wondered if her matching black brassiere had the push-up cups she preferred? I had to stop myself from cupping my panty crotch, squirming as my clittie started to swell. In seconds both shoes were fastened with the fluffy pink laces and Jill stood with a grunt of satisfaction. Alison had a hairbrush ready and she twirled me around and started brushing out my shoulder-length blonde locks. I winced when she tore out some knots, but didn't even murmur a protest. My cousin gave me two high bouncy pigtails either side of my head, which she bound tightly against my scalp with hair elastics. "There should be some ribbons in that box on the vanity," she informed her friend, pointing with her chin. Jill searched through a flat tin on the vanity and gave a cry of delight when she found two cotton gingham hair ribbons, pink and white to match my pretty outfit. "Perfect!" Alison cried as she accepted the feminine bits of cloth. In seconds I had pretty gingham ribbons tied around the base of each pigtail too. "Aww! So pretty!" Jill crooned, sounding like she actually meant it. The girls stepped back and admired my feminised appearance with delighted eyes, then turned and grinned at each other. I looked up at the attractive young women uncertainly, unsure what they wanted me to do. The answer came when Alison imperiously pointed to the floor. "Down you go, little girl," she ordered, and I obediently dropped to all fours. "Dirty little baby girls who pee and poop their nappies have to crawl," she reminded Jill, before pointing out the door towards the landing. "Off you go, Baby Candy. Crawl downstairs and we'll put you in the playpen for a little play-time. Okay baby?" I shuffled out of the Nursery without replying. What say did I have in the matter, anyway? Jill cackled as I bumped my way downstairs on my puffy bot-bot like a proper toddler, and Alison sniggered in contempt as she slowly followed me down each step. When I reached the bottom step I lurched forward, dropping onto all fours as required and heading for the front door. Jill clapped her hands in approval. "What a good little baby girl," she sang, not bothering to hide the sarcasm in her melodious voice. Jill threw open the front door for me and they followed me outside onto the tin-roofed veranda. I knew where I belonged and I shuffled towards my playpen without protest. The beautiful blonde burst into fresh gales of hilarity when my cousin opened the hinged gate high for me and I obediently crawled inside. I wasn't sure which one of them swatted my bobbing panty bottom to hurry me along, but the lacy hem of my gingham frock caught under one knee and I face-planted onto the soft padded floor. I looked like a clumsy infant incapable of even crawling properly, and their cackles of amusement made my ears ring. Even though it hadn't hurt that much, my cheeks were blazing with embarrassment. By the time I regained my balance and swivelled around to sit on my puffy bottom, Alison had locked the barred gate behind me, sealing me inside my kiddie-prison. "You stay here and keep an eye on the baby," Alison advised her chuckling girlfriend. "I'll go get her dolls and colouring books and stuff." "Okay," Jll agreed, walking over and resting her hands on the top rail. The slender blonde gazed down at me with those heartless sapphire-blue eyes and I could almost feel the contempt radiating from her. I couldn't look at her and stared through the playpen bars into the street instead. There were a few people walking along the footpath on both sides of the leafy avenue, but fortunately none of them even glanced in our direction. My pink candy-striped stroller was parked on the lawn beside the front path, like a beacon alerting the world that a baby lived here. A big baby. Me. Alison returned a few minutes later with her arms laden with things for me. Jill skipped over to give her a hand, and she took a full baby bottle and the big pink plastic potty from my cousin's hands, her delicately- plucked eyebrows rising in disbelief. "You have a potty for her too?" "Uh-huh. Not that it's had much use," Alison disdainfully informed her friend. "Leave that there," she ordered, tapping the plastic potty and pointing to the wooden decking with her chin. She stepped over beside my playpen and leaned over the side to drop the little pink suitcase, my colouring-in books and crayons to the padded floor. "Come closer, baby," Alison commanded. She had one of my frilly bibs tucked under her armpit and she reached down to clip it around my neck. It was made from pink cotton and had a wetproof plastic backing, with the usual wide band of frothy white lace around the neck hole and the outside edge. Alison tugged on the bottom to make sure it was secure, then straightened the frilly bib over my breast before standing upright. "There!" She cried in satisfaction. "Now my precious baby girl is all ready for her bottle." She turned and held out her hand to Jill. I quickly grabbed the bottom edge of my bibbie and raised it up enough to read the upside-down inscription; 'Princess Potty- pants.' I shook my head in disbelief and felt the colour rise in my cheeks, and I dropped the edge of my bibbie with a sigh of despair. The grinning blonde beauty politely requested, "Allow me?" Jill stepped closer and leaned over the top rail, steering the dripping nipple towards my lips. I saw her sapphire eyes reading the embroidered message on my bib, her grin widening. "Here you go, Princess Potty-pants." I spat out my dum-dums in readiness and it tumbled to the padded vinyl floor. I'd forgotten it wasn't attached to my frock. Jill thrust the clear silicon teat between my lips and I eagerly sucked down a mouthful of crisp cold apple juice. I glanced away and tried to ignore her smug bemused expression, sucking vacantly from the bottle teat like a mindless toddler. She grew bored after a few minutes, as I knew she would. She urged me, "Hold your own bottle for Aunty Jill like a big girl, baby." I wrapped both hands around the heavy vessel and greedily kept suckling. I was thirsty and the apple juice was delightfully chilled on this hot Summer afternoon. Both girls giggled when I relaxed and flopped onto my back, the nipple clenched between my teeth to prevent it popping out. I kept drinking and tried to ignore their snorts of laughter. "Aww!" Jill cooed. "Look at her lying there in her playpen drinking from her titty- bottle. What an absolute baby!" "Isn't she just?" Alison snickered. She squatted down and reached between the bars to pick up my dum-dums, then clipped the plastic chain to the lacy collar of my bib. I turned to watch her, trying not to look obvious when I discretely glanced between her slender parted thighs. I caught a glimpse of the shiny red gusset of her tiny g-string panties before she stood upright, which produced the usual turgid reaction inside my nappy. "Look! Here comes Annette," Jill cried, pointing towards the street. "Hi Annie!" Fragments of my erotic dream flashed in my mind and I felt my clittie thicken even more inside my fluffy swaddling. I whipped my head to the other side to see Annette approach, careful not to dribble any juice as I kept suckling. The busty brunette turned into Aunty June's front path and skipped up the steps, her massive bosoms wobbling distractingly under her baggy white t-shirt. I couldn't stop my clittie stiffening to full hardness as Annette stepped onto the veranda with a wide smile for her friends. Images of her huge bosom and her fabulous succulent brown nipples leapt unbidden to my mind. I had to stop myself from reaching down and rearranging the front of my nappy to give my throbbing clittie more room to grow. "Hello Annie," Alison greeted her short plump friend with a welcoming smile. "Hey there," Annette replied with a bright smile of her own, her tiny teeth startling white. Her full plump lips glistened with a fresh coat of rich glossy red lipstick, and I gazed at her fabulous painted mouth with a twinge of envy. She glanced down at my pink teddy bear potty in disbelief before stepping around to stand beside my playpen. She opened her handbag and took out a black tube of lipstick and a pink vinyl purse with a brass clip. "I forgot to give Candy her lippy. I brought her a make-up purse as well. It's a new one I've had for ages and never used." Jill sniggered when Alison told Annette, "Thanks Annie. But I don't think our precious baby girl need any lipstick right at this moment. She's a bit busy." Annette giggled when she looked down at me lying on my back in my playpen with my bottle teat buried in my mouth, slurping noisily. "Hello Princess Potty-pants." She shook her head in incredulity and her grin almost split her chubby round face in two. She tapped the high wooden top rail with her fingers. "Holy mackerel! You even have a playpen for her?" "Mum borrowed it from Mandy Moore," Alison explained, as she accepted the tube of lipstick and the little purse. She popped the lipstick in the slender bag and slipped it in the back pocket of her black denim skirt. "You know her?" "Sure, everyone knows her. She was goal defense for the state netball team a few years back, wasn't she?" "Yep," Jill replied. "She's the tallest woman in town - over six feet tall in her bare feet - and she's built like a brick shithouse." "She married a national basketball player too," Alison added. "They're divorced now, I hear. He played for Australia and he's about six foot seven. Their kids are enormous, too. Have you seen them? Three girls aged between four and eight, although the youngest is about the size of an average six-year-old and her eight-year-old... Well, she's bigger than our Baby Candy here. Taller and heavier." Jill nodded. "And probably way more mature," she spitefully added. The girls glanced at me and tittered in amusement at the blush colouring my cheeks. Annette shook her head uncertainly. Her tight brown curls flicked around her face and she bit her plump red bottom lip with her tiny white teeth. "I'm not sure if I've met the kids." "You'd remember them if you had," Jill assured her shorter friend. "Apparently Mandy and her girls are dropping by this afternoon and staying for dinner this evening." My whole body jerked in alarm and the girls turned to gaze down at me with bemused expressions. "Maybe you'll get to meet them later." "That should be fun," Jill murmured, and they all started laughing again. The sound of air being sucked back through the clear silicon nipple alerted Alison that my bottle was nearly empty. As soon as I drained it she reached over the top rail and plucked the lightweight plastic vessel from my grasp. The raven-haired beauty whirled away from me and suggested to her friends, "Let's go inside and I'll make us some coffee." "Good idea," responded Jill. Annette pointed at me and frowned. "What about the baby?" "She'll be fine," Alison assured the concerned brunette. "She's got her Barbies and her colouring books to keep her company, and she's safely locked in her playpen. Where could she possibly go? Come on, she'll be fine." The girls followed Alison inside, abandoning me in my kiddie-prison. I sighed in despair as I rolled onto my tummy and opened the Barbie colouring-in book, and I tipped out the packet of crayons. I could distantly hear the girls inside, chatting and laughing in the kitchen. I'm sure my current infantile predicament was responsible for much of their hilarity. I picked up my dum-dums and slipped the soothing teat between my lips, sucking it absent-mindedly. The pastel-pink crayon was already looking a little worn. I started colouring in a full-face picture of Barbie without paying too much attention to what I was doing, preoccupied with the thought of Aunty Mandy and her girls coming to visit. To be continued in chapter 16. Please post a response here if you would like to read more. This site has no reader-counter. Unless you post a response, I won't know if anyone is reading - let alone enjoying my sissy AB story. Hugs from Baby Jennie in Australia