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Thank you for all those wonderful responses, everybody. BJ Chapter 17. Girls On Film When I crawled into the kitchen I saw Eliza strapped into my pink highchair - well, her old highchair, really - and Aunty Mandy had a spoonful of tasteless baby food jammed between the writhing girl's lips. Her lavender-edged bib was smeared with blobs of beige paste and her face was a sticky mess. Obviously she'd been resisting the baby treatment, trying to fight the humiliating spoon-feeding. She'd soon find resistance was useless - as I had quickly discovered for myself. It was easier to give up and simply accept everything the grown-ups dished out - to be the baby they wanted you to be. Aunty June silently pointed to a corner of the kitchen and I crawled to the indicated spot. I rolled onto my bottom, sitting up so I could watch Aunty Mandy discipline her daughter. Julia and Kate were seated at the table, and my cousins Brenda and Alison had served them small portions of Aunty June's tuna and egg casserole. It looked and smelled fabulous, served on a bed of steaming white rice. The teenagers served themselves next and joined the others at the table. The younger girls kept glancing up between mouthfuls at their grubby-faced sister in the highchair, but whipped their heads down towards their plates whenever their mother looked their way. "Open up, baby," Aunty Mandy commanded Eliza, her face set like stone. When the distressed little girl began to sniffle and cry, Mandy bargained with her. "If you eat up all your didn-dins like a good little girl and you manage to keep that nappy dry, I'll let you wear a pair of big-girl panties home. Alright? But if you keep making a fuss and carrying on like a sooky baby, then you'll stay in diapers all night. I might even ask Aunty June if I can have the crib back. You could sleep in your old crib again tonight, just like when you were a baby. Wouldn't you like that?" "No Mummy, no!" Eliza tearfully objected. "Don't make me sleep in the crib any more. I'm not a baby." She sniffled heavily, trying to contain her emotions. "I'm sorry. I'll be a good girl," she pleaded. "Alright sweetie," Aunty Mandy responded in a more soothing voice. "You eat up the rest of this baby food and I'll let you out of the highchair and change you out of that nappy. Okay?" "Okay Mummy," Eliza agreed, her bottom lip trembling. She sniffed back her tears and opened her mouth wide, and let her mother shovel in another loaded spoonful of goop. As soon as she swallowed Aunty Mandy had another heaped spoonful at the ready. Eliza obediently opened wide once more. "Good baby," Mandy praised her with a small triumphant smile. She scraped the bottom of the plastic bowl with the spoon. "Almost done." When Mandy handed Aunty June the empty Barbie bowl and the spoon, Aunty June gave her friend a warm wet washer in return. Mandy swiftly scrubbed clean the little girl's face and removed her filthy stained bib.She handed the mucky items to Aunty June and raised the hinged tray out of the way. In moments Eliza had been unbuckled from the restraints and lifted down. Aunty Mandy clutched her daughter's hand so she wouldn't have to crawl all the way upstairs, and Eliza gave her mother a grateful smile. "I'll take Eliza up to the baby's Nursery and change her, alright?" Mandy requested. "Sure thing," Aunty June agreed. "Come here, Baby Candy." She lifted me into the highchair and strapped me in place, then locked the pink tray table against my tummy. She unclipped my dummy and it joined Eliza's pink dum-dums on the kitchen bench. "I've finished my dinner," Julia announced, placing her knife and fork neatly together and pushing her empty plate away. "Can I feed the baby please Aunty June?" Brenda and Alison stopped eating long enough to turn and smirk at each other, then me. "Certainly, darling," Aunty June replied, sounding delighted by the idea. "Here's Baby Candy's dinner, and here's her special baby spoon." She handed a loaded pink plastic Barbie bowl and my pink rubber-coated spoon to the eager eight-year-old. When she approached the highchair, Julia was barely tall enough to reach my mouth with the spoon. That didn't deter her and she stood on tip- toes. "Open up, Baby Candy," she bossily insisted, leaning her torso against the side of the tray to improve her reach. She shovelled in a spoonful of beige paste and ordered, "Chew baby. Good girl, that's right. Chew up all your yum-yums." It was terribly embarrassing being spoon-fed by a little girl seven years my junior, but I tried to suppress my sense of mortification. 'It doesn't matter. I'm just a baby,' I chanted in my mind as I munched and swallowed, 'just a helpless baby girl.' I repeated the sentence like a mantra, forcing myself to believe it. 'I'm just a baby, a helpless little baby girl.' I opened my mouth and chewed as Julia commanded, even though the sloppy flavourless goop didn't really need chewing. She wasn't very accurate with the rubber-coated spoon, and I ended up with baby food splattered all over my face. I didn't care. Babies don't get embarrassed. They have no sense of shame. The other girls watched Julia feed me with varying expressions - from contemptuous to fascinated to disdainful. I ignored them and spitefully drenched my nappy, relishing the rising heat around my genitals and wriggling my bottom in the spreading wet warmth. 'I'm just a baby.' When Mandy escorted her daughter by the hand back into the kitchen, Eliza waddled awkwardly and didn't look very happy. She was wearing her little lavender skirt again and looked so grown-up. "I'm sorry, Eliza," Mandy apologised shortly. "I didn't bring a spare pair of panties for you. Mummy thought you were a big girl. You'll have to wear those old training panties of yours until we get you home." No wonder the little girl was squirming in discomfort. Her old plastic-lined training panties must have been way too tight, and the bulky cotton crotch prevented her from closing her thighs normally. "But Mummy," Eliza whined. "Why can't I borrow some of Baby Candy's panties? The white ones with the red spots were very pretty." "Because we don't know what nasty things that naughty baby girl has done in her panties," Aunty Mandy haughtily sniffed in reply. I remembered drenching those polka-dot panties a few days ago, and suddenly I had difficulty swallowing, even though my pureed food was a smooth homogeneous paste. "Now stop complaining - or would you rather wear that nappy home?" "No Mummy." The little girl clamped her lips shut and let go of her mother's hand, backing away and shaking her head in denial. Eliza waited until her mother turned away to watch her big sister before sidling over to the kitchen bench. "Good baby," Julia sang to me as she spooned the last of the tasteless paste between my food-caked lips, recapturing my attention. She turned to Aunty June sitting at the table. "I'm finished feeding her. Baby Candy ate up all her din-dins." "Did she? She's a good baby girl," confirmed Aunty June with an approving smile for the pleased eight-year-old. "Thank you Julia. There's a bottle of milk for her in the microwave. Do you want to give the baby her bottle?" "Yes please," Julia happily agreed. The chubby girl skipped over to the microwave and clicked open the door, and took out one of my huge pink baby bottles. "Give it a little shake first, but be careful not to spill any. Hold the nipple closed with your other fingers." Julia did as commanded and closed the teat, swirling the bottle to evenly distribute the heat. She stepped over to me beaming with pleasure and shoved the spurting nipple between my messy lips. Warm milk sprayed my face and bibbie. I didn't attempt to take the heavy vessel from Julia's hands and simply sucked hard, eagerly swallowing down the warm sweet milk. Memories of my fantasy of breastfeeding from Annette's enormous bosom leapt unbidden in my mind, and my clittie began to reflexively swell inside my humid nappy. Kate had finished her dinner and she stepped over beside Julia to watch her sister bottle-feed me in my highchair. Her expression was one of amusement tinged with contempt. When Julia grew bored, she gestured to me to hold my own bottle. I grabbed it and tilted the base up high, careless of the milk trickling from the corners of my mouth, thinking, 'I'm just a baby. I'm a helpless little baby girl.' Aunty Mandy ordered, "Julia, take your sisters out the front and gather up your things. I'll be with you in a few minutes and we'll drive home. I just have to speak with Aunty June first." Julia obediently gathered up her younger sisters. They politely bid Aunty June and her daughters goodbye before dashing down the hallway towards the front door. Aunty June followed Mandy into the hallway, where they paused to quietly talk for a few minutes. I couldn't hear what they were saying over my slurping baby bottle, and watched the teenagers finishing their yummy meals. Brenda and Alison rinsed their plates, dumped them in the dishwasher and cleaned up the pots and the colander. By the time Aunty June said goodbye to Mandy and the girls and returned to the kitchen, I'd drained my bottle. "Alison, wipe the baby down and then take her upstairs and put her straight to bed. I hear she threw a tantrum this afternoon. She can have an early night." "Sure thing, Mum." Alison approached me holding up a warm wet washer and smirking broadly. "Our poor baby girl must be exhausted after her busy day of shopping and playing with her little baby friends." After she finished roughly scrubbing my filthy face, Alison unclipped my stained bibbie and tossed both items on the kitchen bench. She picked up my dum-dums and shoved the amber rubber teat between my lips, and clipped the chain to the lacy collar of my pink gingham frock. I noticed the other dummy was missing from the bench. I wondered if Eliza had secretly snatched it up before she left, to use when she wanted to play 'Babies' later? Alison lifted me down from the highchair and I dropped on all fours and crawled to the hallway. I heard Brenda giggling at the sight of my bobbing panty-bottom swishing femininely from side to side as I clumsily shuffled out of sight. "Ga-ga goo-goo," I babbled. The nonsense rhymes seemed to help suppress my sense of shame. "Ga-ga ga-ga goo-goo goo!" Alison followed me crawling upstairs and into my Nursery, chuckling at the infantile babbling sounds I was making. I paused beside my cot and the raven-haired beauty commanded, "Kneel up, baby girl." She unclipped my dummy chain first, then untied my pigtail ribbons and pulled out my elastic hair bands. The hair accessories went on the vanity. Alison lifted the hem of my frock and I raised my arms so she could slip my juvenile gingham dress free of my body. "Keep your hands up, sweetheart." Alison replaced my frock with a silky nylon nightgown. Like my pink satin nightie, this sheer white baby doll gown barely covered my diapered hips, leaving the crotch of my bulging pink plastic panties permanently on display. She clipped the chain to the high round collar of my billowing nightie and then patted my crib mattress. "Up you hop, baby." As soon as I climbed inside and lay back, Alison raised the barred side rail and locked me in. She didn't even bother checking my nappy. She closed the curtains as it was still light outside, then stepped to the door and switched off the overhead light. "Sweet dreams, Baby Candy," the grinning beauty wished me before she closed the Nursery door behind her. My tummy was full and my nappy was warm and wet. I closed my eyes and drifted off, chewing contentedly on the rubber teat in my mouth. I jerked awake when I felt someone's fingers worming inside the tight leg of my baby panties. "Ma-ma?" I burbled wetly around the sloppy pink guard of my dum-dums. I don't know what time it was. It felt like I'd been asleep for hours. "Shh baby girl. Shh." It was Aunty June's voice, but her tone sounded abnormally calm and soothing. "Here darling." She gently plucked out my dummy teat and replaced it with the nipple of a baby bottle. Cool water trickled down my throat and I grabbed the heavy vessel to prevent it striking me in the face. Aunty lowered the side of my crib and flipped my slippery nylon nightie over my tummy, then tugged down my crackling baby panties to my ankles. "You're so wet!" She whispered, but she didn't sound annoyed or angry. "I'll have to change you or you'll wet through and soak the bed sheets. Relax, baby. I'll do it." She unpinned my wet nappy and pulled it out from under me without bothering to ask me to lift my bum. I opened my eyes a fraction and cautiously glanced around. Through the drawn curtains I could see it was dark outside. The Nursery was dimly lit by a fairy night light on the vanity, and the house was deathly quiet. Aunty June tossed the sodden bundle in the nappy bucket beside the change table, took two clean nappies from the shelf underneath and returned to the side of my crib. Her long brown hair lay loose over her shoulders, softening her hard face. Although naturally pretty, she didn't look anywhere near as beautiful as when she was properly made-up. She was barefoot, dressed only in her mint-green nylon nightie and obviously ready for bed. Her legs were long and shapely beneath the brief lace-edged hem. I tried not to stare at her heavy swaying breasts as they shifted beneath the sheer silky material of her nightgown. It was clear she wasn't wearing a bra. I wondered if she wore panties to bed, like her daughters? Aunty June gave me a quick clean with scented baby wipes front and back, then dusted me with powder. She scooped up my legs and rolled me back onto my shoulders, sliding the prepared nappies underneath me. In moments they were pinned tightly around my hips and my damp baby panties replaced. "Back to sleep, baby girl," Aunty June whispered as she gently stroked my hair. I sucked down another mouthful of water and didn't reply. I didn't understand why she was being so nice to me. I didn't realise that she was actually treating me like a real baby girl - one who couldn't be held responsible for her actions. The smiling brunette raised the crib side and quietly walked out, and I closed my eyes and fell asleep once more. When I woke up again it was daylight. I stretched as much as I could inside the confinement of my crib, then patted the front of my baby panties. I was wet - as usual. I chewed on my dum-dums, enjoying the familiar feel of a nipple in my mouth, and squeezed my crotch harder. Very wet. And hard. I caressed my throbbing clittie, pressing the stimulating wet warmth against my tenting hard-on. I dimly remembered Aunty June changing my nappy last night, but I wasn't sure if it was merely a fragment from a pleasant dream. I strained to hear any voices, but the big old house seemed strangely silent. I continued massaging the front of my crackling plastic panties, revelling in the naughty erotic sensations. Part of me wondered if I should roll onto my tummy to conceal what I was doing from anyone who might wander in. Another part insisted, 'I'm just a baby. I don't care. Babies don't feel embarrassed or ashamed...' "Goo-goo goo-goo ga." I started babbling quietly around my dum-dums, slurping noisily on the firm rubber teat, and my babyish sounds seemed to encourage me. I slid my hand inside my pink plastic panties, relishing the sweet ammonia smell seeping out, and pushed my fingers beneath the warm wet cloth. "Ba-ba ma-ma goo-goo goo!" I clutched my throbbing moist clittie and began stroking it, wriggling and kicking my little legs in the air like a real infant. I was a baby. A helpless baby girl. The thought made my throbbing clittie even harder and I frantically caressed the swollen shaft as I burbled wetly, "Ba-ba goo- goo goo-goo ga-ga ga!" That was how Brenda discovered me when she bounced into the Nursery. I didn't know how late it was, but the beautiful blonde had already showered and dressed for the day. She was heavily made-up as usual, with pink lipstick and rosy pink blush emphasising her high round cheeks this morning. Mascara and black eyeliner made her emerald eyes look huge and they sparkled with wicked anticipation. Her long tawny-blonde hair was brushed back into a neat high ponytail flopping halfway down her back. Around her narrow waist she wore a crisp white cotton skirt with multiple pleats, which flared out attractively over her wide child- bearing hips and big curvaceous bottom. The hem fell to her mid-thighs, very demure for Brenda, and she had white cotton socks and pink sneakers on her feet. She wore a baggy, sheer white cotton blouse, unbuttoned all the way, and under it a stretchy pink boob-tube top pressed her enormous breasts against her lush body. From the way her thimble-sized nipples poked out, I didn't think she was wearing a bra under the skin-tight shirred top. I sucked harder on the rubber teat, ignoring the rush of saliva in my mouth. "Oh my God!" The buxom blonde giggled in derision as she leaned over the crib rail. Her wobbling breasts threaten to spill free of her boob-tube. Her tone turned reproachful. "You can't stop playing with yourself, can you?" Brenda reached in and ripped my hand out of my nappy, grimacing at the urine glistening on my fingers. She gently smacked the back of my wrist in remonstration. "Stop that! Oh, you're wet too." She thrust my damp hand away. "I hope you haven't pooped that nappy too, you smelly baby girl?" "Ga-ga!" I replied around my sloppy dum-dums, making her giggle. "You cute baby! Roll over, baby girl." I turned onto my tummy as she unlocked and lowered the barred side rail. Brenda lifted the waistband of my baby panties at the back, bent closer and took a loud sniff. "Nope," she declared, sounding pleased. "You're wet but not poopy. Good girl. Crawl out baby, and you can come downstairs for breakfast." I slid out of the crib and dropped on all fours, and followed her out of the Nursery. Brenda paused halfway down the stairs and turned back to watch me. I obediently crawled to the top, sat down and lowered my bare feet to the step below. She smiled in approval as I bumped my way downstairs on my droopy wet bottom like a big baby. "If you can hold your poo-poos till I put you on the potty after breakfast, I'll let you finish what you were doing in your crib," she promised with an enticing smile. "Goo-goo ga!" I smiled up at her around my dum-dums and nodded eagerly. I was pretty sure I could hold it till then, wondering if the daring teen would let me suckle from her beautiful breasts at the same time? Brenda laughed again. "I love it when you talk and act like a real baby girl. Keep doing that," she insisted, "and I'll give you an extra treat as well." She flipped aside her unbuttoned shirt front and cupped her massive mammaries meaningfully beneath the shirred pink boob-tube, lifting them high so they almost popped out the top. She released her unfettered F-cup breasts and let them flop down, then giggled at the hungry expression on my face before she whirled around and skipped downstairs. My clittie grew harder inside my deliciously drenched diaper. I admired her plump womanly thighs and muscular tanned calves, and the enchanting way her big round bottom erotically twitched from side to side beneath her pleated white skirt. She really was a beautiful girl, with a fabulous figure. I noticed a visible panty-line beneath her tight cotton skirt too, which aroused my curiosity as well. After I crawled into the kitchen babbling like a mindless one-year-old, Brenda helped me climb into the highchair. "Up we get, sweetie," she cooed. She sounded so sweet, like she was talking to a favourite toddler niece. I didn't see her phone sitting on top of the fridge, the camera lens aimed at the pink highchair. Brenda kept her back to the camera and buckled me in, lowered and locked the tray, then clipped a frilly bib around my neck. "Here's your pretty bibbie." I didn't bother checking if it carried an embarrassing message, although I could see Brenda smiling when she read the words. I didn't care if my pretty bibbie told the world I was a 'Little Miss Squishy Britches.' "Open up, Baby Candy. Good girl." Brenda spoon-fed me my porridge, wiped my face with my bibbie when I made a mess, and giggled when I babbled messily between mouthfuls. Encouraged by these signs of approval, I kept up my juvenile shenanigans. Brenda finally ignored the constant stream of food and spittle dripping down my chin and kept feeding me regardless, careful not to block my grubby face from the camera lens with her voluptuous frame. She gave my face a quick wipe when we finished, and then handed me a bottle of juice to hold all by myself. "Here you go darling," she sweetly encouraged me, "here's your ba-ba. Hold your own bottle for Mummy." She didn't tease or torment me as I greedily shoved the teat in my mouth and tilted the base of the bottle up high. I didn't even notice that she referred to herself as 'Mummy.' She was playing the maternal role to the hilt. Brenda simply treated me like a real baby girl, doing everything for me and expecting nothing of me. In a way it was very soothing, and I relaxed into my assigned role while she tidied up the breakfast things. When I finished my bottle I banged the empty plastic vessel on the pink tray, squealing "Ba-ba! Ba-ba!" "Yes baby, ba-ba! You finished your bottle like a good widdle baby girl," Brenda praised me in syrupy baby-talk. "Good girl! What a good baby!" She took the empty bottle apart, threw the bits in the dishwasher and switched it on, then returned to me holding up my pink pacifier. She waggled it at the end of the pink plastic chain, asking, "Does baby want her dum-dums?" "Dum-dums! Dum-dums!" I squealed, leaning forward against the tight wooden tray and reaching for the amber teat with my lips. Brenda laughed and let me wrap my pouting lips around the substitute nipple, sucking it deeply into my mouth. She clipped the dangling plastic chain to my nightie collar with an affectionate smile. "Come on, baby," she sang. She raised the tray and released me from the leather straps. "Climb down and you can crawl upstairs to the bathroom and I'll put you on the potty. Won't that be fun?" She kindly eased me forward and helped me clamber down from the highchair like I was incapable of doing it myself. "Ba-ba ga-ga goo-goo ga!" I happily replied around my dum-dums, crawling ahead of her out the door. I assumed Aunty June was already at work, and I couldn't hear Alison moving about upstairs. I hoped my older cousin had gone out for the day too. The fewer witnesses to the humiliating performance I was about to be forced to give - the better. Brenda took her time following me upstairs. I didn't realise she had stopped to collect her phone and check the video images she'd recorded of me performing like a real baby in my highchair. The sound was tinny, but the only image of her was of her back and the back of her head. She was satisfied no-one could identify her in the recording. Brenda was smiling gleefully when she joined me in the bathroom. My pink plastic teddy bear potty was sitting in the middle of the room next to a blue towelling bathmat. She pointed to the bathmat and ordered, "Lie down there on your back, baby." She turned her back on me and switched on her phone camera again, setting it on the vanity bench so the image included my potty and me lying back on the blue mat. The beautiful blonde stepped over beside me and crouched down facing me, once again careful to keep her face tilted away from the camera lens. "Lift that widdle bot-bot," she sang. I obediently raised my soggy bottom and she whipped down my pink plastic panties. "Ballerina toesies," Brenda cooed, and she tugged them clear of my feet. She tossed them in the nappy bucket and pressed down on the sodden front of my diaper with her fingertips. "Ooo! What a wet nappy! What a wet widdle baby girl," she crooned in a voice thick as treacle. She didn't sound upset with me. If anything, she seemed delighted to find me drenched as usual. She unpinned me and drew the front down, and I think she was a little disappointed I wasn't hard and throbbing as usual. "Lift that bot-bot for Mummy," she sweetly ordered, and she slid the drenched diapers from underneath me. They joined my baby panties in the nappy bucket and she quickly replaced the lid. She stood up and moved to the sink to wash her hands. "Alright, baby. You can hop on your pot-pot." Brenda smiled at me in approval when I rolled onto my tummy and crawled towards my potty. I grabbed the teddy-bear ears for support and clambered to my feet like an unsteady toddler. I straddled the infant commode and flopped down on the low plastic seat with a sigh of relief, my dummy clenched between my teeth to stop it popping out. Brenda leaned down and kindly pulled the lacy hem of my white nylon nightie up out of harm's way, then tucked my limp clittie under the seat scoop in front. "Go on, baby. Show me how you go wee-wees and poo-poos in your potty like a good little girl," she encouraged me as she stepped out of camera range again. "You won't get your special treat unless you do," she warned me. Even though it was embarrassing being put on the potty and watched like a hopeless toddler, I tried to concentrate on Brenda's tempting promise instead. I fantasised about lying across her lap as she lowered her top and exposing her luscious russet nipples to my wide hopeful eyes. She leaned back against the vanity bench watching me with those sparkling emerald eyes, a little smile playing about her pretty pink lips. The thought of suckling from Brenda's magnificent breasts again instantly made my clittie start to swell, and I naturally sucked harder on my dum- dums in excitement. I had to think of something horrible to make my swelling tool shrivel enough to let me pee. I imagined Aunty June coming at me with the punishment paddle, and that seemed to help. I inhaled deeply, bit down on the rubber teat as I held my breath, and pushed down hard with my tummy muscles. My face turned red and my cheeks bulged like a chipmunk's, but Brenda's melodious voice sweetly encouraged me. "That's it. Good girl! What a good baby girl!" She clapped her hands in delight when she heard my amber stream gushing into the plastic bowl, then I let out a muffled fart. My cheeks turned pink when she giggled at the rude sound, but she didn't stop egging me on in syrupy baby talk. "That's it, Baby Candy. What a good widdle baby girl! Push out a great big poo-poo in your potty. We don't want you accidentally messing your nappies like yesterday." I cringed at the unwelcome memory and bit down harder on my dum-dums as I pushed even more. I felt my anus dilate and a hot stream of slurry squirted into my potty, the stinky mess farting noisily out of me. I felt my cheeks turn pink and I ducked my head in disgrace. Despite my embarrassment, as my golden stream dwindled to a halt I took another deep breath, held it and pushed again. Some firmer lumps popped out of my straining sphincter and plopped noisily into the bowl. After another few minutes of pushing and straining, no more came out of me. I looked up hopefully at Brenda, but she shook her head in denial. "No baby. You have to sit there for a few more minutes, to make sure you're really finished." She giggled as she added, "I don't trust you, baby girl." She turned on the bathtub taps and dropped the plug in the drain, then squirted some fragrant bubble- bath into the filling tub. I didn't see her collect her phone from the bench before she walked out. Brenda dashed into her bedroom and downloaded the images from the camera onto her computer, giggling gleefully at the clarity of the recordings. You could see - and hear - everything! She emptied the phone's memory card and set the camera to video mode again, then walked into my Nursery. She held the phone out and carefully examined the moving images on the screen as she panned around the room. If she set the phone on the change table, she'd be able to record us in the crib. Brenda placed the phone on the edge of the padded surface and bent over the table to examine the image. If she tilted the camear lens just so, the viewer would be able to see anyone lying in the crib, but someone sitting up would have their face concealed from view. Perfect! Brenda carefully noted the position, then picked up her phone and stepped over to the tall wardrobe at the end of the room. She selected the toddler frock she wanted for me to wear - the sheer yellow one with the elaborate white lace accents, and took out my fluffy chiffon petticoat as well. She hung them on the end of my crib opposite the change table, then picked out some white anklet socks with pretty yellow frills, and my black patent Maryjanes. She stuffed the socks inside one shoe and tucked the feminine footwear under the change table. Finally she laid out two clean fluffy nappies, arranging them in the centre of the padded table, and she made sure there was a pretty pair of yellow plastic panties on top of the pile on the shelf underneath. She returned to the wardrobe and closed the door, then reached up and carefully placed her phone on top. Brenda made sure the lens was aimed at the change table, and tilted it forward for an overhead view. She knew the camera would capture her face when she walked back to pick up the camera, but she intended editing those parts out. She checked the recorded image and smiled in delight, switched off her phone and walked out of the Nursery. I was still perched on my potty in the bathroom, sucking my dum-dums and wrinkling my nose in distaste at the nasty smell. "Pooh! Yuck-spuck!" Brenda cried in revulsion, screwing up her pretty face. She stepped into the bathroom fanning her hand in front of her nose. I ducked my head in disgrace and didn't see her place her phone on the vanity bench again and switch on the camera, the recording lens aimed at me. She turned off the bath taps and the room went quiet. She stepped over to the toilet and wrapped a long length of toilet paper around her hand. In the deafening silence Brenda demanded, "Did you do a poo-poo in the potty?" I nodded, looking up at her and hoping for a smile of approval. Her expression was one of maternal concern and she sounded like she was speaking down to a real toddler when she asked, "Was it a big poo-poo, baby girl?" I nodded again, babbling "Poo-pooth!" "What else did you do in your potty, Baby Candy? Tell Mummy?" "Wee-weeth," I lisped in my high-pitched little-girl voice, eager to please my buxom babysitter. "Wee-weeth!" "What a good baby girl! Such a good baby for Mummy!" I beamed up at her, basking in the warmth of Brenda's praise. "Alright baby girl. Hop up and kneel beside your potty on the mat facing away from me, so I can wipe your bits." I obeyed, climbing off the plastic commode and sliding onto all fours, unaware my bare bum was facing the recording camera. "Legs apart. Wider, baby," Brenda firmly insisted, as she tossed my silky nylon nightie up over my back. "I have to wipe your widdle clittie first." I submissively spread my knees wide on the bathmat and tilted my bum up, rolling my hips back to give her better access to my leaking tool. Brenda reached between my thighs and wiped the dripping tip of my clittie, and it twitched into wakefulness. "Good baby. Now pull those dirty botty-cheeks apart so I can wipe your bum," she commanded, flicking her long blonde ponytail out of her way over her shoulder. Glad that my shame-tinged cheeks were turned away from her, I let my hot red face rest on the mat and spread my bum cheeks. "Oh baby! What a dirty little poo-poo hole," she tittered, her tone a mix of revulsion and amusement. I writhed in embarrassment as she carefully wiped my messy back door again and again, scraping away every trace of sticky faeces from my winking sphincter. "Keep still, baby girl. Hold it just like that. Good girl. We're almost done here." It was mortifying - yet strangely erotic being tended to by Brenda in this highly personal manner. In spite of my overwhelming sense of shame, my sensitive clittie swelled in arousal, but I made sure to keep my bum cheeks stretched as wide as possible. "Don't move, baby. Stay like that." She made me remain in that humiliating exposed position while she disposed of the soiled tissue and emptied my potty into the toilet. The contents dropped into the bowl with a noisy 'splash.' She dumped the empty but stained pink plastic potty in the shower recess, muttering, "You can deal with that later, little girl." She picked up her phone, made sure it had recorded my embarrassing clean-up, and switched it off. "Bath time, baby," she sang. She made me kneel up so she could remove my silky baby doll nightie, laughing when my little stiffie popped into view. She unclipped the dummy chain from the lacy collar and placed my dum-dums on the vanity bench, then helped my climb in the bath. While I soaked in a hot tub full of strawberry-scented bubbles, Brenda disappeared. I lay back relaxing in the steaming water, thinking about my promised breastfeeding session with Brenda and discretely fondling my stiff clittie beneath the bubbles. I wished I had my dum-dums, and glanced longingly at the oversized baby soother on the vanity. I didn't wonder what my conniving cousin was up to at all. I assumed she was getting my nappies and stuff ready. First Brenda slipped into her bedroom to download the latest recording she'd made onto her computer, regretting that her phone's memory was so limited. She plugged in the charger at the same time and made sure her phone was recharging. She dashed downstairs and found some Blu-tac - temporary sticky putty - in her mother's utility drawer in the kitchen. Brenda warmed up a handful of the blue putty, kneading it between her fingers to make it sticky as she trotted upstairs. She moved the chair in the Nursery over beside the wardrobe and climbed on top. She wadded a lump of Blu-tac on top of the wardrobe where she wanted to stick the phone, then jumped down. She stuck the remaining adhesive to the underside of the change table, close to where she would need it afterwards. Finally she removed my white leather toddler harness and matching baby mittens from the wardrobe, grabbed the matching leather reins, and shoved everything in the vinyl change bag beside the padded table. It already contained a couple of fresh nappies and some clean baby panties for me. The slim plastic tub of moist scented wipes had been refilled and there was a bottle of baby powder packed in the inside pockets, plus some empty plastic bags for the used nappies. Satisfied with her preparations, Brenda collected her phone and returned to the bathroom, setting it on the vanity once more. She recorded every moment as she gave me my baby bath - how I played with the frothy bubbles and cooed and babbled for her like a contented baby girl. Brenda treated me like a real baby and washed every inch of me, and my clittie was stiff and hard with excitement by the time she pulled out the plug and ordered me to stand. Bubbles stuck to my body and a mound of white froth almost covered my little hard-on. She wiped away the scented remains from my hairless crotch with a damp washcloth and her touch made my stiff clittie surge to greater fullness, rising up to slap my damp tummy. She giggled at my evident arousal and deliberately angled my body so my embarrassingly tiny erection would be recorded by the camera, too. After Brenda helped me clamber out and dried me off, I dropped to my hands and knees without being told. "Good girl," she praised me, popping my dum-dums back in my mouth. I sucked on the firm rubber teat gratefully. Brenda discretely picked up her phone on the way and frowned when she realised it was only three- quarters charged. She only had about fifteen or twenty minutes of video recording left before it conked out and needed recharging again. I crawled after the beautiful buxom blonde into the Nursery with my stiff little clittie noisily slapping against my tum-tums, the pink plastic chain dangling from my lips and the white clip brushing the floor. I saw my voluptuous cousin shrug her shoulders as she mentally reassured herself, 'That should be long enough.' "Wait there beside your change table, baby girl," Brenda ordered, pointing to the required spot. I crawled into position facing the head end of the table, my bare bum towards her as she stepped over to the wardrobe. She silently hopped up onto the chair and swiftly stuck the recording phone camera in place on top of the wardrobe, making sure it was secure and tilted to the correct angle. She noisily jumped down and when I turned to look back over my shoulder to see what she was doing, she pointed at the padded surface and commanded, "Up you hop, baby. Lie down on your change table and I'll pin you into a lovely fresh nappy. Isn't that what you want?" I assumed her syrupy question was rhetorical and didn't bother replying. I climbed up and lay back on the prepared nappies, centring my bum over the correct spot. My stiff clittie poked up in the air, red and straining, and she had to laugh at my evident excitement. "Good girl! What a clever baby girl," she praised me in that saccharine voice. I babbled some nonsense around my dum-dums as she powdered my tummy and my bobbing erection, hoping she would take me in hand. Much to my disappointment she didn't rub in the lightly-perfumed talc, but merely rolled me back onto my shoulders to powder my botty cheeks and crack. Despite my arousal in moments I was safely diapered, and I frowned in disappointment when Brenda cooed, "Ballerina toesies." She threaded some crackling rolled-up pilchers over my pointed toes. "Footsies down and lift that widdle bot-bot. Good baby." She pulled a shiny yellow pair of plastic panties over my bulky swaddling and tucked them in all around. "Botty down and ballerina toesies again, baby girl." She slid some white socks with yellow lace frills on my feet, then buckled my shiny black- patent Maryjanes over the top. She helped me sit up and lifted me down, all the while carefully concealing her face from the camera. "Look what we're going to wear today. Aren't they pretty?" She insisted, holding up my yellow dress and the white chiffon petticoat. I nodded agrement, squealing excited nonsense words around my dum-dums and clumsily clapping my hands like a delighted little girl. I resisted the urge to press my tenting nappy front against my raging hard-on. She hung the dress back up on the side of the crib and held up the fluffy chiffon petticoat first. "Arms up, little girl." I shivered at the liquid caress of the silky nylon bodice as the rustling petties slid into place over my body. Memories of dressing in Mummy's pretty underthings rushed into my mind, the erotic thoughts arousing me like never before. The billowing chiffon skirts barely fell to my crotch, and my packed plastic panties poked out below. "So pretty," Brenda murmured in approval. "You make such a pretty little girl." My clittie grew impossibly harder inside my fluffy swaddling, throbbing with excitement at her generous words of praise. "Now for your little frock. Arms up, sweetie. Good baby." She lowered the sheer nylon frock over my arms and head, and it settled over my wide-flared petties like a delicate cloud of yellow mist. The white lace hemline didn't quite cover the edge of my petties, leaving the sumptuous white fluffy frills beneath on permanent display. "You look beautiful," Brenda crooned as she straightened my lace- lavished frock over my swishing petties. My pounding clittie twitched in arousal at her sweetly murmured words of approval. She clipped my dummy chain to the white lace-edged collar of my pretty frock. "Such a sweet little baby girl." She stepped over to the other side of the room and patted the crackling plastic-covered crib mattress. "Come here, baby." I shuffled over to her in my exaggerated wide-legged baby waddle, my rock- hard tool leaking pre-cum in my nappy, hoping she wouldn't make me climb down on all fours. "Place both hands on the cot and bend over for me, and show me your baby panties. Spread those feet wider and poke that nappy bottom out for me. Go on. Bend over further," Brenda insisted. "Rest your face on the mattress." I assumed the required position, the wide guard of my dummy pressed into the crib sheets. The protective plastic mattress cover underneath crinkled noisily against my forehead. I jumped when I felt my bossy cousin's hand crisply patting my out- thrust padded bum, then wantonly pressed back against her caressing palm. "I think you need some rumba panties," she decided. "Stay just like that." I remained in position, my throbbing clittie sensuously rubbing against the moistening front of my fluffy nappy, and heard her skip over to the wardrobe. I didn't see Brenda climb up on the chair and collect her phone, but I distinctly heard her jump down this time. I raised my gaze from my pink pussycat sheets and glanced over my shoulder at the big- busted teen, but she was already opening the top drawer of my dresser to find some rumba panties. She returned carrying the white satin pair with the crinkling plastic lining and the elaborate yellow ruffled frills across the seat. "Face down," Brenda snapped when she caught me peeking at her. I whipped my face back to the front, staring at the cartoon pussycats decorating my sheets, terrified of upsetting my strict babysitter. Brenda ordered, "Lift one foot and put your toesies in here." I glanced down at my feet and saw her holding the rumba panties down and open for me to step into. She tugged them free when the leg elastic caught on one strap of my black patent Maryjanes. When I had both feet inside, she pulled them up my legs and around my waist, and straightened the frilly lace rows across my bulging botty. She stepped closer to me, till her pelvis rested against my out-thrust panty bottom. She reached around to the front underneath my swishing petties, her fingers sliding over the tenting satin panties so lightly I could barely tell they were there. I shuddered at the erotic touch and a tiny moan escaped my lips. I didn't see her wicked grin of amusement when I unconsciously poked out my diapered bottom even more, pressing my big padded bum against her crotch. She laughed and stepped back. "Don't move, Baby Candy. Stay just like that. I love the look of your frilly rumba panties. They look so cute - so perfect for pretty baby girls." I couldn't believe how excited her affectionate comments made me feel. More slippery pre-cum seeped out of my swollen tool to dampen the front of my nappy, and my legs were trembling uncontrollably. Brenda stepped over to the change table and removed the sticky blue wad of Blu-tac from underneath. She used it to attach the phone to the padded top, aimed at me leaning over the open crib, making sure the camera lens was set at the correct height to conceal her face when she climbed in and sat up. She giggled at the view of my sweet ruffled panty bottom and the way it bulged out under my dress and petties, the yellow lace frills shimmering attractively as my knees shook. When Brenda was satisfied the phone was secure and the aim was perfect, she stepped over beside me and climbed into the crib. Turning to face the front, she slid right up against the bars at the head end and placed my pillow behind her back. "Alright, baby girl. Climb up here for Mummy," the buxom teen ordered, patting her plump fleshy thighs in invitation. I eagerly clambered into the crib and lay down on my back, my head on her warm inviting lap and my shiny patent Maryjanes resting against the end bars. The yellow lace frills around my ankles trembled with my every movement. I spat out my dum-dums in greedy anticipation and it flew out to the length of the pink plastic chain. Just as well it was attached to the elaborate white lace collar of my filmy toddler frock. Brenda laughed at my spittle-wet lips and flicked her long tawny-blonde ponytail out of her way. "Ooo! Who's a hungry baby girl?" She gently teased me as she moved her unbuttoned shirt front either side of her jiggling F-cup breasts. Brenda pulled down one side of her shirred pink top and her humungous left breast popped out, wobbling like a fleshy tanned jelly and making my mouth fill with saliva. She curled her right hand under my head and I didn't wait for her to guide me to the teat. I grabbed the warm cushiony breast with both hands and immediately opened my lips and latched onto to her erect russet nipple, gasping and whimpering in excitement. Brenda chuckled at my eagerness and whispered tenderly in my ear, "Shh baby. Aww, that's it. Good girl. Suck darling. Shh, it's alright. Mmm. Good girl, that's right. You have a lovely nurse from Mummy's titty. Mmm, good baby. What a good baby girl." She reached down with her left hand and gently stroked my straining clittie through my baby panties and nappies. I moaned in arousal when she discretely squeezed and fondled me, crooning soft words of encouragement in my ear. I was so excited, I felt ready to explode at any moment. "Do you like that, baby? Is that what my little girl wants?" She coyly demanded, smiling down at my flushed red face with those perfect glossy pink lips. I gazed up at Brenda's beautiful painted face over the wide expanse of tanned golden breast flesh and her emerald eyes twinkled with mischief. I mumbled wordlessly in reply, my muffled high- pitched squeaks making me sound even more infantile. Her light touches on my panty front were driving me wild and the taste of her succulent nipple was heaven to my lips. After all the foreplay in the bath and her sweet mothering all morning, it didn't take much to push me over the edge. Brenda's fragrant floral perfume filled my nostrils and my head began to swim. I sucked harder, drawing her swollen nipple halfway down my throat. In seconds my throbbing clittie erupted inside my fluffy nappy, and I gurgled wetly around her erect russet teat as I thrashed and bucked to completion. She hadn't even touched my clittie and despite the overwhelming sense of relief, I found the realisation somewhat embarrassing. And disappointing. It was all over far too quickly for my liking. Her gentle caresses to the slippery shiny front of my bulging satin rumba panties was all it took to make me instantly cum in my nappy like a helpless baby girl. "Aww! What happened, baby?" The beautiful buxom teen innocently demanded when my excited grunting ceased. "Did you make a mess in your nappy again?" I gazed up around her massive jiggling mammary at her concerned face with a guilty worried expression, but she took pity on me. "Aww! You can't help it, can you? You're just a helpless widdle baby, aren't you?" Brenda gave me a sad little smile and gently patted the slowly collapsing front of my white rumba panties until she felt sure I had finished twitching. "There, there. Good girl. What a good baby girl you are for Mummy," she sang in sweet maternal approval. She slipped her pink-painted fingernail inside the corner of my mouth, breaking the suction seal between my lips and her bountiful breast. I fell back with a groan of relief, gasping for breath and enjoying the soft warm cushion of her thighs under my head. Brenda wiped my drool from around her swollen red nipple with the back of one hand, grimacing in disgust. She pulled up her shirred pink top and wriggled her luscious titties back into place. The thimble-sized nipple I'd been feasting on poked out much more than the other. She popped my dummy back in my dribbling mouth and sat up, barely giving me time to recover. Brenda lifted my head and slid out of my crib, then urged me to "Sit up for Mummy, baby, with your legs over the edge." I sat up, panting heavily around my dum-dums, dizzy with the afterglow. Feelings of shame and remorse threatened to overwhelm me but Brenda's babbled reassurances kept the unwelcome emotions at bay. "Good girl. What a good little baby girl." The hairbrush was on the vanity, along with some elastic bands and some yellow ribbon ties. In a few minutes my long blonde locks had been neatly brushed and bound in the usual two high floppy pigtails either side of my head. "Who's my pretty little Princess? You are," she insisted, making me hesitantly smile in return. She tied the yellow satin ribbons in place, making two huge floppy bows above my head, and the long tails dangled down past my shoulders. Brenda smiled broadly in what I hoped was approval. "Aww! You look so sweet! Such a pretty little girl in her matching yellow dress and pigtail ribbons." I tremulously smiled up at her and shyly batted my eyelashes. "Come on, Baby Candy. We have to go. We're going visiting." Brenda turned her back to me as she picked up her phone from the change table, concealing her movements when she turned off the recording video camera. She pocketed the device and held out her hand to me after I rolled onto my tummy and slid out of my crib, my petties swirling about my hips in a feminine swishing spray of chiffon. I gratefully accepted her hand, thankful I didn't have to crawl. My satisfied clittie shrivelled to normal size, nestled in a puddle of warm slippery baby juice that was soon absorbed by my comforting thick nappies. I glanced in the vanity mirror to briefly check my feminised appearance. Even without make-up I looked like a real girl. Despite the bulging rumba panties poking out between my thighs, I looked like a pretty six- year-old - dressed like a cute two-year-old diapered toddler. When Brenda dragged me towards the door to the landing I looked back over my shoulder. My lace-edged skirts and frothy chiffon petties flew up high as she whirled me around, giving me a perfect view of my big ruffled bottom. I saw the wide rows of elaborate yellow lace frills shimmering attractively across the seat, and the way my bulky nappies made the satin panties bulge heavily in all directions. There could be no doubt that I was diapered like a big baby girl beneath my too-short toddler frock. Brenda picked up my bulging diaper bag and she led me downstairs and into the kitchen, where she pointed to the linoleum floor. "You sit there and wait quietly like a good little girl," she commanded. "I need to pack a few more things for you." I sat on the tiles chewing on my dummy teat, my frothy petties rustling around me while she packed a fresh bottle of juice in my diaper bag and a couple of clean bibbies. I could see it was already bulging with nappies and baby panties for me, and I wondered where my buxom cousin intended taking me? I hadn't noticed the white leather toddler harness on the chair next to the diaper bag, but I recognised the humiliating child restraint when she picked it up. I sucked my dum-dums harder in fear. She carried it over to me, ordering, "Reach for the stars, baby girl." At least she didn't make me wear the matching white leather baby mittens too, although I started in fear when I spotted the restrictive cuffs in my diaper bag. She buckled the chest strap around me and tugged my dummy chain loose from where it got caught. Brenda attached the slender leather reins to the chromed D-rings in the back of my harness and pushed me ahead of her out the front door, pausing to lock it behind her. I didn't notice the playpen missing from the veranda, but I saw the candy-striped stroller was absent from the front lawn and I wondered what became of it? I'd almost been expecting Brenda to lift me into the kiddie-carrier and buckle me in for our unknown journey. Instead she made me walk ahead of her towards the footpath, and pointed to the left away from the centre of town. "Come on, Baby Candy," Brenda urged me, pushing me in the back so I was forced to waddle ahead of her. "Get moving. We're going to visit one of your little baby friends this morning." She gave the reins a flick to encourage me on my way. She couldn't hide the glee in her voice when she announced, "We're going to Aunty Melody's. You've got a play-date with Baby Cindy. Won't that be fun?" To be continued in chapter 18. "Melody and Cindy." Please keep posting those wonderful comments, everyone. I love to read what you think of my naughty sissy-AB story. Hugs from Baby Jennie in Australia