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The Bet by Karen Singer Chapter 57 (Saturday - week 8) He whimpered. And even in the real world, the sound escaped past the pacifier guarding his lips as his mind reacted to the events playing out in his dreams. He whimpered, as once again he sat on Derek's lap, fighting with him... struggling to get past Derek's arms to wrap his own arms around Derek's neck. And once again the fatal kiss happened, just as it had happened before - just as it had happened numerous times already in his dreams. His arms were locked behind Derek's head and he forced his own head up toward Derek's lips. And their lips met once again in a long embrace. He could feel the softness of Derek's lips... just as much as he could feel the intense humiliation from having to do the act... just as much as he could feel the sexual stimulation that the situation was sending through him. And yet, just as it had been in real life, the Derek in his dreams wasn't happy about it in the least! And in truth, neither was he! As soon as the kiss ended, he had to go and stand shamefacedly in front of all too many women where once again he tried vainly to explain why he had just kissed Derek... again. Over and over, the women made him go back to Derek's lap and kiss him. He didn't want to do it! But because he was nothing but a big sissy, he had no choice since everyone was making him do it. A sissy's place is always to do whatever anyone tells him to do - especially women! He was so ashamed! And... he whimpered. The women taunted him. They outright called him a sissy. He was forced to curtsey over and over for them as he answered their inane questions. They forced him to lift his skirt to show off his soaking wet diapers. They made him suck his pacifier in front of them... or his thumb. Then... they made him go back and kiss Derek again... and the dream once again repeated itself. The background music caught his attention in the middle of one of his kisses, but the dream was too good to pay the music much attention. He noticed the music more as he once again returned to curtsey in front of the women and show them his overly soaked diaper. It wasn't until one of the women in his dream asked him if he was leaking that he noticed the music more... music that something in his brain recognized as not belonging to his dream... yet it was something that he shouldn't ignore. With one last effort to hold onto the wonderful humiliating dream, his mind finally let it all evaporate into nothingness as the music came through much more clearly. And then the music ended and he heard someone talking... a commercial to buy something. Ugh! But it was enough to make him open his eyes. His first thought of the day was that this was a much better way to wake up every morning than with the obnoxiously loud rock music that Mel had set his alarm with every night. His next thought was that he had things he had to do now that he was awake. He rolled off his blow- up mattress, once again knocking over a few empty baby bottles in the process. He didn't bother to turn his alarm off, but he did check the time. Not bad. It was only five minutes after he had set his alarm to go off. And he was up! His next thought was about Mel's note that she left for him every day. But she had said last night that there would be no more notes. But did she leave one anyway? Something in him really wanted her to have left a note. He forced himself to get to his feet, despite the mass of very heavy and bulky diapers that he was wearing. He rubbed at his chest where the breast forms were usually glued on, but they were gone today. In a way, his body missed them. But most of him was happy they were gone. It felt strange to walk around without that weight bouncing around on his chest. Yet... today, it was also a luxury. He had no misconceptions about how long he would be going with the breast forms. Mel always glued them back on the next day. He had... a few hours now at best to enjoy being without them. He waddled very wide-leggedly out to his kitchen where his eyes went first to the spot on his counter where she always left her note. Bare. Empty. Nothing. No note. He felt disappointed. Continuing on, he went straight to his refrigerator where he grabbed three baby bottles of Mel's lousy green tea from his dwindling supply. He dropped his pacifier from his mouth on the counter top and carried the three bottles out toward his one and only piece of furniture... an old chair from his previous marriage set in front of his wall of shaming pictures. He sat in the chair and put the first bottle to his lips. As he started nursing, his eyes wandered over all the things on his wall. The childishly colored pictures that he had done in the restaurants, the plan that Sandy had done for his apartment that would essentially turn the whole thing into one big nursery, and of course, his framed copy of the bet between himself and Mel. The bet that would be over with very soon. It was Saturday. Next Saturday he would have to be judged to determine if he could indeed control his bladder like he claimed he could. Next Saturday... the entire thing would be over with! The end. And whatever would come beyond the end was what scared him the most - no matter how the bet turned out. Next Friday, he would have all day to start regaining his control. Could he do it? Could he get it all back in just a few hours like he thought he could? He certainly hoped so! Otherwise he would lose and would wind up with an apartment that looked like a little girl's nursery and would spend a year wearing diapers and a maid's dress serving Mel's every little need. But... if he won, Mel would furnish his entire apartment for him according to Sandy's "other" plan - a plan that included a pool table! How cool would that be? And in between... he had what... He had to count the days on his fingers to be sure. Today which was Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday... That was six days. Six more days before next Friday. Six more days of intense humiliation. And he had no illusions that there would be any letup on that! Six more days. Not many, yet it still seemed all too far away. As he unconsciously nursed on his bottle, his eyes no longer saw the shaming things on the wall in front of him. He was too preoccupied with wondering what would happen in the future... after the bet was over with. Either he'd wind up as Mel's servant and a year of more humiliation. Or he'd wind up with a pool table and have to figure out how to rescue his life from all the humiliation that Mel had already put him through. And his big problem was, he honestly didn't know which option scared him more - winning... or losing. She didn't sleep as well as she hoped she would. She kept waking up, over and over again, her eyes opening just a crack each time to check her clock... just to see what time it was. Would he be there in the morning just as she hoped he would? It was the only thing her mind seemed to want to think about. So over and over again she woke up to see if it was time yet. And over and over again she was disappointed as very little time had actually passed. Eventually, she did doze... and dream. But it was a troubled dream. She was standing in the doorway of her new house, looking at the large dirty back of a truck pulled up to the door. But where was Sissy? He was supposed to be there to unload everything and put it all away! Her furniture was all here... on the truck... but where was Sissy? She ran back into the house, a house of nothing but bare empty rooms. She glanced into room after room searching for him, but she saw no sign. She stopped. Sissy!" she yelled. "Where are you?" In her dream, the empty walls of her house echoed back her words, but that was all she heard. She went back to the door - back to where the truck was. Still no Sissy. There was nobody to move the things into her house and put them where they belonged. But could he do that? Furniture was heavy... and she had lots of it. But Sissy wasn't all that strong. Probably not even as strong as she was. Maybe that was why he was hiding. Angry at him, she got up onto the back of the truck and struggled to open the door. She was panting hard with the effort, but eventually, she forced the big door all the way up. And inside, all jumbled together, were all the wonderful pieces of furniture from the house she had grown up in. All her favorite pieces of her mother's furniture. "Sissy! Come help!" she yelled. But once again he didn't come. Frustrated, she was forced to try to grab one of her chairs and move the darn thing by herself. It was so heavy! Not to mention big. She managed to move it only a tiny bit before she gave up. "Sissy!" she called again. And as before, there was no response. Where was he? She got down off the truck and went searching for him again. All through the empty house she went. Looking in every room. Upstairs and down. Nothing. Nothing but empty rooms. It was an empty house full of nothing... and no one. Where was he? Totally frustrated with him, she started wandering back out toward the truck - the truck she had no idea how she would deal with now. And half-way back, she realized why Sissy wasn't there to help. How could she have forgotten? How could she have ever thought he was going to be there in the first place? He wasn't there... because he was never going to be there. As despondency took hold on her emotions, she remembered what she had not wanted to remember... that she had lost the bet. She had lost. She hadn't been able to make him incontinent... all because she hadn't been able to figure out how to get past the three obstacles that stood in her way. Sissy had regained all his control before the judging even started - because he had believed in the three things that now haunted her the most. Self-respect. Friends. And... a life! Chad checked his reflection in the mirror one more time. He was as ready as he was going to get. As far as he could tell, his maid's uniform looked perfect! Even the white apron on his uniform looked perfect - or so he thought. He had ironed it as best he could last night. His low-heeled shoes were freshly shined. His hair was... well, decent he figured - for a guy dressing as a woman. His makeup... okay, decent under the same circumstances. Under his uniform he was wearing a bra with his false breasts just shoved into it to fill it out. They would get glued back onto him later... sometime. He was wearing his waist cincher to further reduce his waist that had been growing steadily smaller since this bet had started. And the only other thing he was wearing was the single diaper that was already growing wetter, but it would take a lot more since he had put it on only half an hour ago. He was ready. He looked... okay... for a guy who was dressing like a woman - or a maid as least. And despite how much progress he had made in the last two months, there was still no doubt that underneath his dress, and underneath his makeup, and underneath his hairdo - he was still a guy in a dress! He went to the door where he grabbed his diaper bag, his red purse, and his bag full of all the empty bottles he had finished last night and this morning. Then taking a deep breath to brace himself for the upcoming day, he opened his door and went out. He almost knocked on Mel's door as he usually did, but that would have been disastrous this morning. He was supposed to go in and get her coffee ready without waking her. He fished his keys out of his purse and as quietly as he could, unlocked her door and went in. Her apartment was mostly dark. Only a little light filtered in from the windows and the doorway behind him. Setting his diaper bag quietly on the floor under her little table, he went into the kitchen where he turned on the light. Only then did he go back to close the apartment door - as quietly as possible. He went back to the kitchen and started preparing her coffee. Once the machine was set to work, he had time to further assess the situation. The coffee was making, so what was he supposed to do now? He certainly didn't want to wake her. But... was she awake? He quietly headed for her bedroom, tiptoeing by the time he got halfway there. But he was still worried about making too much noise so he removed his shoes. In his bare feet, he cautiously approached her bedroom door. It was closed - except for a small crack. He pushed it open and chanced peeking in. As far as he could see, which wasn't much in the mostly dark room, she was still sleeping. He pulled her door back to the position it had been before he had opened it further, and went back to the kitchen, picking up his shoes along the way. She was sleeping... so what was he supposed to do now? He had already finished three baby bottles this morning and didn't want to make matters worse by grabbing another one too soon. Instead, he started opening cabinets, searching for something he had seen once or twice before. There it was! He pulled out a serving tray that she had stored down there. If he was going to do this, he might as well do it right. He pulled one of her cups that she liked out of another cabinet and set it on the tray. What else? He thought about a vase with flowers, but she didn't have any flowers. And just the cup by itself looked dumb on the tray. He put the tray away for another time. All he needed to do now was to fill her cup and bring it to her - when she woke up! Whenever that would be. So what was he supposed to do with himself now? The coffee was almost ready. He was ready. But she wasn't. He thought about sitting down, but with his diaper getting wetter and wetter, what if he leaked? That wouldn't exactly be good for the furniture. But what if... He pulled the tray off of his highchair and climbed up into it, enjoying the luxury of just sitting down and taking the load off of his feet for a while. Ten minutes later though, he gave into temptation and pulled yet another bottle out of her refrigerator and brought it back to his chair where he sat and drank it. He did have a deadline to meet - if she was awake when it came. He might as well sit and relax while he could. His days were usually stressful enough. Usually? Always! So when was she going to wake up? Mel opened her eyes. There was no alarm to wake her, yet something had pulled her from the tenuous sleep she had finally been enjoying. The room was getting lighter so it was finally morning. She glanced at her clock - yes, it was morning. Not as late in the morning as she would have liked, but it was finally morning. But what about Sissy... was he there yet? It was then that her brain kicked in far enough to realize what her nose had already alerted her to while she was sleeping - the smell of coffee. She smiled and rolled luxuriously around in her sheets. Yes, he was here! Yes, he had already made her morning coffee! Yes! Her dream was coming true! She hoped anyway. Should she call him now? Or just enjoy the luxury of knowing he was there and would take care of her every need as she saw fit. But he was learning to be a servant, and the main thing a servant needed to learn was to wait. So with a very satisfied smile on her face, she rolled over and tried to go back to sleep for a while. It was early... and she had no reason to get up out of bed yet. Happy in the knowledge that he was there, she once again dozed. Chad had a small problem. He had now finished five bottles since he had gotten up this morning - and he was leaking already. He had stopped trying to sit even in his highchair once his diaper started getting too wet for fear that his leaking diaper might put a wet spot on the back of his perfectly pressed dress. But what was he supposed to do about his leaking diaper now? Should he change himself? Or would she finally wake up soon? He had been waiting for her to get up for almost an hour now! Changing his leaking diaper seemed like his best option, but what if she woke up and called him while he was in the middle of changing? That would be an even bigger problem! But if she slept much longer, then his diaper would not only be leaking, but there was a chance his uniform could get wet. He finally decided he would have to change it and hope she didn't call him while he was doing it. As quietly as he could he got his diaper bag and carried it into the kitchen. A moment later, the skirt to his dress was hiked up over his waist. He grabbed a fresh diaper from his bag, and keeping it handy on the counter next to him, he opened one side of the tapes on his leaking diaper, letting it drop all the way to the floor. He grabbed his new one quickly and started to pull it between his legs. As he did, he felt his arm suddenly get wet. He was peeing yet again without knowing it. He quickly finished pulling it into place and started fastening the tapes. As far as he could tell, he was now peeing almost constantly. Just a little tiny bit at a time, but it was so often now that it hardly ever seemed to stop. Mel opened her eyes again. She was glad to realize that she had slept a bit more, but she was now anxious to finally call Sissy and have her serve her. "Sissy!" she called. "Are you out there?" Chad heard her as he was just finishing fastening his diaper. With his dress still hiked up around his body, he ran to the counter where he quickly poured her coffee into her cup. Then he hurried toward her bedroom, holding the cup with one hand while his other hand tried to tug down the skirt of his dress. He pushed open her door with his foot. He was having a problem getting his skirt down on the side where he was holding her coffee cup. He was still having a problem straightening it as he hurried into her room. She was there, in bed, sitting up, watching him. He hurried to the side of her bed where he changed hands with her cup and finally pulled the skirt of his dress straight. Then he dropped her a curtsey before saying, "Good morning Mistress." As had become a habit now - thanks to Robin, he dropped another curtsey even though he didn't really need to. Mel was somewhere between extremely happy, and slightly shocked. "What on earth was wrong with your dress?" Chad handed her the coffee cup before curtseying again. "I was just changing my leaky diaper when you called." Curtsey. Mel took a sip of her coffee. So nice! Sooo nice! "You do have another diaper on right now, don't you?" she asked, worried that he hadn't had time to properly protect himself. Curtsey. "Yes Mistress. I was just finishing when you called." Curtsey. Mel was much relieved. "Okay Sissy. Go make my breakfast now. I'll have it here in bed this morning... and bring me my laptop first. I may as well get some work done while I'm waiting - which better not be too long!" Chad curtseyed and hurried out. Mel smiled as she sipped her coffee. So good! So good! This was the way she wanted life to be. This was her dream! Well, almost. But it was getting there. She could almost touch it now - for real. Just another week! She hoped. Chad was rinsing dishes when he thought he heard the bathroom door closing. He turned off the water and checked. Yes, she was up! He hurried into the bedroom and grabbed the tray holding her now empty breakfast dishes and carried it all out to the kitchen. He would make the bed in there later after she had gotten dressed for the day. He went back to cleaning up from breakfast. He was nearly done when she came out - still wearing just a nightgown with a robe thrown over it. "Have you eaten anything yet?" she asked. Curtsey. "No Mistress. Not yet." Curtsey. Back to doing dishes. "Good," she replied simply. While he was doing dishes in the sink, she pulled out one of her pots from under the stove and a few minutes later was stirring baby cereal in it. A short while later, Chad found himself locked in his highchair with a bib tied around his neck. Mel pulled his childish plastic bowl out of the cabinet and set it on the counter. Then she picked up the pot and started dumping the infant cereal she had been cooking into the bowl. But unlike every other morning, this time the amount of cereal all but overflowed what the bowl was capable of holding. With a bit of a wicked smile, she found one of his tiny baby spoons and carried the spoon and the overly full bowl to his highchair where she set them on his tray. Chad stared at the bowl of cereal in front of him, totally surprised. Why so much? And did he dare ask her why? He decided not to. Not sure what was going on, he hesitantly picked up the tiny baby spoon in his left fist and got to work on the massive amount of cereal. A moment later, she delivered another baby bottle full of her miserable green tea for him to finish as well. In a way, the bottle of tea was good. He was going to need it... and maybe at least another one just to get through that much bland tasting cereal. With a smile still on her face, Mel said, "That should keep you busy for a little while. And I need you to finish all of it before I let you up from there. I'll be back after I get dressed." Chad watched her back as she departed. Last night she had forced him to eat an overly large meal... including desert! And now this morning she was forcing him to eat a much larger breakfast than usual. Was she afraid he had somehow lost too much weight? Would she give in and feed him something other than baby food? But she had said that from now on, baby food was all she was going to permit him to eat - even out in the restaurants. So was that why she was forcing him to eat so much more this morning? He wasn't sure if it exactly made sense, but then, not everything in his life made sense anymore. Slowly but surely, he continued to work his way through what was for him, a massive breakfast. Since he had to eat it with only a tiny rubber coated baby spoon, eating it took a lot longer than if he had something better to use. Mel had finished dressing and returned by the time he was little more than halfway done with it - and was seriously slowing down. "You're not done yet?" Mel asked as she came back from her bedroom, cleaned up and wearing just a pair of shorts and a colorful top. Chad almost rolled his eyes at her question, but he refrained from doing so and didn't bother answering. Mel noticed that the baby bottle on his tray was nearly empty so she replaced it with a fresh one - which Chad knew he was going to need in order to help him finish his breakfast, yet at the same time he didn't really want another bottle - he was already way too full. Mel took a moment to check just how much he still needed to eat. She shook her head. "You don't get up till it's all gone," she told him again. "So keep eating." She heard her phone ringing and hurried off to answer it. Chad felt like such a child - not because of what he was eating, not because of where he was sitting, and not because of the bib tied around his neck - but because of the way she had said it. Her words sounded all too much like an adult telling any young child to sit there till they ate all their vegetables! His bigger problem now though, was that he was full! Maybe the baby cereal expanded a bit after it got into his stomach... or his stomach wasn't as big as it used to be... or both! He had to struggle to continue eating - even eating slowly. "Oh hi Sandy," Mel said into her phone. "Are you still coming over this morning?" "Absolutely!" Sandy replied. "I just wanted to make sure you were ready for me before I stopped by." "Well, I'm ready for you, but I'm afraid Sissy is still stuck in his highchair - and he's going to stay there till he finishes all of his breakfast!" Sandy chuckled. "You make him sound like such a child!" She laughed. "Which he most definitely is! Can I come over and watch? Maybe I can even feed him for you if he's being stubborn." "You're more than welcome," Mel replied with a smile. "See you in a few." Mel answered the knock on the door a few minutes later and let Sandy in. Together, they headed into the kitchen where Sandy stopped and stared at Sissy for a moment. "Now there's something you don't see every day," she said sarcastically. "A maid sitting in a highchair, with a bib around her neck, drinking from a baby bottle." Chad felt his face turn a bit red at her comment, but as before, he didn't say anything. He was so full now that he was barely eating anything. Unfortunately, trapped in his highchair, there was no way for him to get up... let alone the fact that Mel had said he couldn't get up until he finished all his cereal. Sandy looked in his bowl. "Goodness! You must not be very hungry today. It doesn't look like you've eaten much at all!" Chad looked back down into his bowl. What was left was probably a little less than the normal portion he usually got every morning. "I gave him a bit more this morning," Mel told her. "But he still needs to eat it all!" she said sternly straight to him. Chad stuck his tiny spoon back into the bowl, and carefully lifted it to his mouth. At least the tiny amount he got with each bite didn't make things seem as bad as they could be if he had a bigger spoon. But it was still hard to take each tiny bite. Sandy watched him for a moment as he took another spoonful of cereal, then he took a swig from his almost empty baby bottle. "This could take forever," she complained. She walked over to him and grabbed the spoon right out of his fist. "Here, let me help." She stuck the spoon into his bowl and got as much on his tiny spoon as she could, then cupping her other hand under the spoon, she brought it straight up to his mouth. Chad was forced to quickly open his mouth and let her shove the spoon inside. A moment later, she was repeating the process - much faster than he was happy about. "Just like feeding any other baby," she muttered softly. Mel grabbed his mostly empty baby bottle and replaced it with a fresh one again before refreshing the little bit of coffee still in her cup. Then she sat back to enjoy watching Sissy getting fed like an infant. Maybe he didn't exactly look like a baby - especially in that maid's uniform, but it was still fun to watch. It took Sandy almost ten minutes to shovel the cereal into Sissy's mouth with that tiny spoon, during which he also drank a good bit of his latest bottle. By the time that Sandy wiped him clean, removed his bib and released him from his highchair, he felt almost sick from eating so much. And of course that was when Mel told him, "Okay Sissy, get undressed down to just your diaper. It's time for ballet practice again." Once again, Chad was subjected to a long and intense ballet rehearsal. And just like last night's rehearsal, he was once again trying to dance while his stomach was overly full. Dancing, or any kind of strenuous exercise, with that much food in his stomach was not a good thing, especially when Mel insisted that he keep drinking from his bottles on every little break. It was quite a while before his stomach settled down enough before he no longer felt like he would barf every time he bent over. One thing he did notice though, once again Mel was insisting that he dance as properly as possible - despite the silly infantile music that was being played. And he did try to be totally serious about it, but at the same time, while he was serious, Mel and Sandy seemed to find more and more to laugh about - although he had no idea what or why they were laughing. After his first diaper change during the practice, Mel added the new toe shoes for him to get used to, and the long practice continued. His new diaper was getting fairly soggy by the time they decided to add the large flat tutu as well. With that on he could no longer see his feet as he tried to dance and everything got much more difficult. Also by that time, he was getting more and more interested in his bottle breaks - only because he was getting so exhausted from all the dance practice. He almost fainted with joy when he heard Mel finally announce an end to it all! Sandy promised to be back shortly after lunch. Mel helped him remove the tutu and toe shoes and he was sent to put his uniform back on and work on cleaning up whatever needed doing around her apartment - which he gladly did. Anything was better than more ballet practice! For lunch, Mel had him make her just a sandwich and a cold drink. Chad was "permitted" to stand on his perch while she ate in silence. But after Mel ate, once again it was his turn to eat. And he wasn't the least bit hungry yet. Like it or not, he soon found himself once again locked into his highchair. And once again he was fed baby food. And once again the amount was far more than normal. Far more! As he sat there slowly trying to eat, he saw Mel carry his diaper bag into the kitchen where she replaced all the empty bottles in it with fresh ones. He took that as a bad sign that she was doing that. It meant that they were going out somewhere. But then, he knew that he was supposed to "perform" his little ballet today... somewhere. She just hadn't been very forthcoming yet on any of the little details like that. While Sissy was eating, Mel carried his diaper bag from the kitchen back out to the living room again where she pulled all but two of his disposable diapers out of it. She replaced them with a large stack of his thickest nighttime cloth diapers and made sure she had plenty of diaper pins for them. As soon as his diaper bag was ready, she packed what she wanted to bring with her for his ballet costume and added the music disc that Sandy had put together. She mentally went through the checklist for everything she would need in her head. As far as she could tell, everything they would need was now ready. It was then that her phone rang again. "Hello?" she said as soon as she got to it. "Hey Mel. It's Andrea." "Hi Andrea. You are still going to help me today, aren't you?" "Oh definitely! But I'm calling about something else. I got to thinking, since all the judges are getting together tomorrow, I'd kind of like to have a copy of your bet contract for us to refer to if we need it. Can I get you to bring one with you?" "No problem," Mel replied. "I'll give you mine." "Thanks Mel. See you in a little while." "We'll be there," Mel confirmed happily. Two minutes later, she had added her framed copy of the bet to the baggage she had already prepared. Chad knew he was eating slowly, but really, he was full! Not just from what he had been eating for lunch, but also from the huge breakfast she had forced him to eat that morning. Not to mention, he was probably still stuffed from the humongous amount of dinner she forced on him last night as well. Why so much food all of a sudden? And why was she making him eat it all when he couldn't? It made no sense! Mel walked into the kitchen. "You're still eating? Honestly, you really are like a child just sitting there pushing his food around instead of eating it." Chad realized she was probably right, but what was he supposed to do about it? He was stuffed! Mel shook her head. "You better get busy and finish that," she told him, "cause like I said, you don't get up till it's all gone. And if you don't get busy with it, I'll call Sandy to help you again. Would you like that?" Chad quickly spooned another bit of greenish goo into his mouth. But as he did, he realized that in a way, he would like Sandy to come feed him again. She certainly had a way to make him feel totally like an infant when she did it. He just didn't want Mel to realize how much the idea interested him. But the same problem still existed, Sandy or not, he was full! His diaper had started leaking long before he finished eating, but then it should have since he sat there for almost an hour. But just as she had threatened, Mel didn't let him up until he had eaten everything she had given him. Before Mel changed his diaper, she sent him into her bedroom to remove his uniform. "Just lay it out on the bed so it doesn't get messed up. You won't need it for a while." Chad got to the bedroom just as someone knocked at the door. "I'll get it," Mel told him. "That should be Sandy and Cassie." Hoping that was the case, Chad continued to her room, partially closing the door behind him. He was relieved to hear Sandy and Cassie's voices as he removed his dress. After taking it off, he saw how wet the back of his skirt had gotten while he was stuck in his highchair. Having no better option, he laid it neatly out on Mel's bed with the wet spot up so it could dry a little before he had to put it on again later. Wearing just his very, very leaky diaper and nothing else, he nervously headed back out to the living room. "There she is!" Sandy declared happily as he came into sight. "Look at that diaper!" Cassie exclaimed. "I'd say it's pretty much history!" "Okay Sissy," Mel said from the bathroom door. "Let's get you changed and ready." The word "changed" made him happy, but the word "ready" started making him nervous. He knew they were going out somewhere. He knew it was for him to dance his little ballet routine. But not knowing anything else was the part that was making him nervous. He had no doubt that Mel planned on this being very humiliating for him. And once again, he feared the idea... while at the same time, he was looking forward to the humiliation as well. Living the dream... and then some. Mel removed his disintegrating diaper, carefully keeping him covered since he was pretty much constantly leaking pee due to all the bottles she had forced on him. She cleaned him up as best she could, then with a feeling of relief, fastened another disposable diaper on him. "An hour and forty-five minutes," she told him, although so far today, she had noticed that he was leaking every time in less than an hour and a half. "Let me do your makeup again," she said before he could leave the bathroom. "Want me to do that for you?" Sandy asked from the bathroom doorway. Mel smiled back at her. "Be my guest." Chad sat on the toilet seat while Sandy attacked his face, using more pink colors than usual. It didn't take her long before she was satisfied. "That should do it, I think," she declared. "Looks great!" both Mel and Cassie agreed. "And I think it's time we got out of here or we're going to be late!" Mel added. Chad expected Mel to dress him in his ballet costume, but she didn't. Since he was wearing only his one diaper while they were all getting ready to leave, he was getting more and more nervous about it. Finally he curtseyed and asked, "What do you want me to wear?" Then he curtseyed again. Mel looked at him with a mischievous smile on her face. "Just what you have on. I think it looks perfectly appropriate to me." Sandy cracked up laughing as she said. "Oh... you're so right!" Shocked, Chad couldn't believe it. She intended on taking him out somewhere wearing just his diaper and nothing else? "Grab your diaper bag Sissy," Mel told him. "There's no reason why you can't help carry some of this." Chad picked up his diaper bag, but going outside in just his diaper weighed heavily on his mind. "We ready?" Cassie asked as she opened the door. "Hang on a second," Mel said quickly as she fished in her purse for something. A moment later, she stuffed one of his pacifiers into Sissy's mouth. "Now we're ready!" Before he knew it, Chad was outside, barefoot, wearing only one disposable diaper, and sucking on a pacifier as he was herded down the steps and out to Mel's car. As soon as he was fastened in the back seat, Mel grabbed a baby bottle out of his diaper bag and handed it to him. He didn't have to be told what to do with it. With Mel and Cassie in the front seat and Sandy sitting in the back seat beside him, they left the parking lot. Chad just wished he knew where they were going. Or... maybe he didn't want to know, because wherever they were going, he knew it was going to be embarrassing. Major embarrassing! It was a long ride to get there. Chad had plenty of time to finish the bottle Mel had given him. His pacifier was long back in his mouth when he started to get an inkling of where they were going. And the thought made him even more nervous. When they arrived at the crowded parking area and he saw all the cars and people his nerves really went on edge. They were at the Riverwalk. The large park-like area where people from all over came to just walk down by the river... and play on the grass... and view the art shows, and... watch all the street performers! And since it was a really nice Saturday afternoon. The place was jam packed! Mel had to drive around for a while before she found a parking spot. Then she pulled out her cell phone and called Andrea. "Are you here?" she asked. "Yeah," Andrea replied. "Where are you?" Mel gave her their approximate position and Andrea said she would find them. Then Mel turned around in her seat to look at Chad. "Okay Sissy. Time to get you ready." Chad's nervousness increased yet again. But at least it meant that she was going to get him dressed so he wouldn't have to walk around in just his diaper - he hoped! When everyone else got out of the car, he stayed put. He simply wasn't ready to get out among all those people yet. At least not while he was only wearing nothing but a diaper. But as it turned out, Mel didn't need him out of the car yet. Good! While Cassie started pulling things out of the trunk, Mel told Sissy to lie back across the seat. "We may as well get that diaper changed now," she told him, "before we get you dressed for your performance." Chad was glad that at least he was going to get to wear a fresh diaper before he got out of the car. No telling how long it would be before he had a chance to change it again. Mel untapped his now very wet diaper, but she left it in place. She opened his diaper bag and pulled something out of it, but it wasn't another diaper. "Might as well take care of this little chore right now as well," she said with a very wicked smile as she held up the jar of suppositories. Chad looked at the jar in total horror. He had forgotten about his usual noontime suppository. With all the food he had eaten lately, what would that do to him? Mel pulled one of the little capsules out of the jar. This was the one deviation she had decided to make in her plan for the use of the suppositories. He didn't know it, but he hadn't had any at all in quite a while. For just this one purpose, he was going to be getting them again - for real! And with all the food she had been stuffing in him, she had hopes that the result would be much more than usual for him... if... her timing was right, and she hoped it was. She had no way of actually knowing how long it took for those little bombs to do the job on him. She was just hoping. Very carefully and deliberately, she stuck not one, but three pills way up inside of him. If that didn't produce some decent results, then nothing would! Then instead of putting another disposable diaper on him again, she started pulling out his super thick cloth diapers instead. Chad was surprised when she pulled one of the soft cloth diapers under him and quickly pulled it over top of his leaking chastity device. He was further surprised when she pulled out three more of the super thick diapers. A few minutes later, she was struggling to securely pin all four of them onto him. It was a very difficult job under the best of circumstances, but doing it in the back seat of her car made it much more difficult. Mel grunted as she fought with his super thick diapers and the diaper pins. She was nearly shaking from the effort to get them all fastened on him by the time she finished. Finally, the job was done though. "Okay Sissy, stand up. We still have to get your plastic panties on you." Chad was forced to get out of the car - which he did slowly and nervously. But there wasn't much room between Mel's car and the next one so Cassie suggested they move over onto the grass to finish dressing him. Chad wasn't happy about that since he would be far more visible, but as usual, he didn't have much of a say in the matter. Wearing nothing but a super abundance of padding... and his pacifier, he was led waddling out in front of the car to the grass, right where he could easily be seen by everyone strolling by. He couldn't help but notice the looks of amazement on everyone's faces the moment they saw him. He felt nothing but total embarrassment! Mel grabbed a pair of his plastic panties and held them open for him to put his foot into. With more people watching than he was comfortable with... of course one person would have been more than enough... he stepped into the plastic panties and let Mel pull them up his legs as if he were a child. When she got to the incredible bulk of diapers he was wearing, she had struggle and stretch and inch the panties over the bulky cloth. After a great deal of effort, she finally managed to get them in place. The childish pattern on the panties was stretched tautly and the diapers inside of them were compressed more than a bit, but everything was at least in place. As Mel stood back up, Chad noticed how many people had stopped just to watch what they were doing. He started to look around a bit, but he remembered the pacifier in his mouth and decided to look down at the ground instead. Maybe they wouldn't notice his pacifier so much then... as if it mattered. He was standing there in front of them all in nothing but very bulky diapers! Sandy handed Mel the pair of white tights that went with his ballet costume. Chad had to sit down on the grass on his super padded bottom as Mel started working them up his legs. When she got near his diapers, he had to stand up again so she could stretch them over top of the impossible to ignore bulk. At least the tights were easier to work over top of his diapers than the plastic panties had been. All day long Chad had expected Mel to reglue his breast forms onto him, but she hadn't. And now he found himself stepping into the pink leotard without even his bra on. It seemed strange, but at the same time, he didn't really mind all that much. It would be far more comfortable without the bra and breast forms. It would be easier to dance that way too. Of course, not having them would leave him flat chested and looking all that much more like a child... a really big child, but still a child none the less. Which, he guessed, was exactly the point. One at a time, he stuck his arms into the sleeves of the leotard as Mel held them out for him. But it wasn't until both arms were in and she was trying to pull the thing all the way up and into place that he realized how much the thing no longer fit. With the massive bulk of diapers he was wearing in his crotch, Mel had to pull and stretch the thing just to get it over his shoulders. And once it was finally in place, the darn thing was so tight that Chad wondered how he was going to dance in it at all. But at least with the leotard on he felt much more dressed. And just for a moment, he actually thought that nobody could see his diapers anymore. But while that was technically true, one glance down at the bulk around that area let him quickly know that one look and everyone would immediately know he was wearing diapers. There would be simply no getting away from that with the amount of bulk that Mel had put on him! The crowd around them was quickly grown thicker... and closer... as more and more people drew nearer to watch. By the time Mel started wrapping the pink laces of his toe shoes around his ankles, the people were pressed shoulder to shoulder just a few feet away from them all around. Chad didn't even want to think about how many people were now watching him all too closely. And once again he remembered the stupid pacifier in his mouth and felt all too embarrassed and stupid about it - as if the rest of what he was wearing wasn't bad enough! After his toe shoes, Cassie handed Mel the big flat tutu. Chad stepped into that as well and a minute later it was fastened just above his overly thick diapers. He could no longer see the bulk of diapers he was wearing, but there was no way that he could stop feeling them. A feeling that was all too sexually stimulating. His mind suddenly yearned for Cassie's little toy that she used on him at lunchtimes. Fortunately, that brief interesting thought didn't last long. Chad figured he was ready now. He noticed that Andrea had joined them and was talking with Cassie and Sandy. Mel stood back to check Sissy over. She smiled. So far, he looked perfect. The huge bulk of his diapers couldn't be missed - even under that big tutu he was wearing. She had to wonder how he was going to manage to dance with that many diapers on him. But then, that was part of the fun of it all. He would try, but he would find it very difficult to do. She was more than surprised by the amount of people pressed tightly all around them. If they had some way to play the music right there, they wouldn't even have to go to the stage Andrea had found for them to use. She supposed that they could play the disk on her car system, but the stage would be much better. Besides, she wanted him to enjoy the humiliation of being paraded all that distance so more people could see him... and what he was wearing. Yes, he looked perfect now... well, almost. The only thing missing was the crowning piece for his head. Under the scrutiny of a surprising number of people, she went to the bag she had pulled his tutu out of and removed his head piece... and stuck her hand in it... and holding it up in front of everyone so they could see... she fluffed it all out. Running her hand over top of the big frills that covered every square inch of it, Mel proceeded to place the pink baby bonnet on Sissy's head, spending more time than was needed adjusting it into place before tying the long ribbons into a very large bow under his chin. She stood back and held her arms out toward him... and the crowd applauded and laughed. If Chad thought he felt foolish before, it was nothing compared to the way he felt now. And now it felt like the silly frilly baby bonnet was drawing that much more attention to the pacifier he was sucking on. Actually, the more he thought about it, there wasn't a single inch on him that wasn't embarrassing in one way or another. And as usual, he hated it... and loved it. Living the dream! And then some! Mel turned around to address the crowd. "Our little baby ballerina is going to be performing..." she turned to look at Andrea who pointed off toward the distance. "Over there somewhere," Mel finished as she pointed in the same direction that Andrea had indicated. "Why don't you all follow us over and watch. I'm sure you'll find it... very interesting!" As the crowd laughed, she had Cassie grab his diaper bag and made sure that Sandy had the music disc. Then, after putting the rest of their bags back in her car and locking it, she grabbed Sissy's hand and started following Andrea in the direction of the place where Sissy would be performing. Chad didn't walk... he couldn't. He waddled. Trying to walk and move now in that incredible bulk of diapers was annoyingly crazy. And his overly tight leotard was pulling all that bulk firmly up between his legs so he had no choice but to remain very aware of every bit of it. One other little thing that he noticed now too - his tight leotard pulling everything up, was also causing the bulk between his legs to sexually stimulate him. He only wished he could react in some way so as to enjoy it more. All that bulk! How the heck was he supposed to dance like that? He couldn't even get his legs anywhere near each other. And Mel expected him to dance everything perfectly? Even the simplest of positions was going to be pretty much out of the question now! The fact that he was being led by the hand like a child wasn't lost on him either. Everything about him had been done in such a way as to overemphasize the childish nature of how he was dressed. Well, maybe not exactly childish... babyish was probably a lot more like it. It was obvious that he was meant to be a spectacle for everyone to laugh at. And since this was a place where people often came to be entertained, he knew without a doubt that he was being very "entertaining"... like it or not... even when he wasn't trying to be. Unfortunately, the walk... waddle... was long. Mel hadn't been able to park anywhere near where the street performers usually set up. Fortunately, the thick crowd of people around them kept them from moving faster than Chad was able to waddle. Unfortunately, that same crowd of people and that same long walk / waddle gave all that many more people a chance to have all too good a look at him. He sucked his pacifier furiously as he tried to stare down at the walkway in front of him so as not to have to see the faces of all the people gawking at him. It wasn't easy. Living the dream usually wasn't easy. By the time Andrea brought them to a stop in front of some speakers with very loud music blaring out of them, the inside of his legs where the crotch of his diapers were pressed tightly into them were beginning to chaff and grow a bit raw. He realized part of that problem was the fact that in the short time since Mel had put all those diapers on him, he had already gotten them fairly wet - especially down in that crotch area. And cloth diapers stayed wet! He dared to look up at where they had stopped. He saw a guy dancing on top of what looked like a piece of plywood. The makeshift stage was more than most performers used, and the guy was obviously well used to performing on top of his wooden stage because he never came close to going over the edge - not that he would fall very far. It was only about half an inch to the grass underneath. The guy did have a nice music system though, and between that and his dancing, he was drawing quite a crowd. Mel handed Sissy's hand off to Sandy and spoke briefly with Andrea. Together they approached the stage and waited for the music to end. As everyone finally applauded, Andrea and Mel stepped to the edge of the stage and the guy who had been dancing walked over to talk. "Remember me?" Andrea asked. "Sure lady. You still want to use my spot?" "That's the plan," Mel replied for her. The performer looked to Mel instead. "You know what she promised me for you to use this stuff?" he asked. Mel held up a fifty dollar bill and the guy nodded happily. Then Mel slid her fingers against the bill... revealing a second fifty dollar bill behind it. "If..." Mel said, "you help us with the music." The guy didn't want to take his eyes off of the money in her hand. "You got a disc or something?" he asked. Mel turned to Sandy who held up the music disk. It was at that point that he finally noticed Sissy. He had to blink his eyes and look twice. "You got to be kidding me!" he said, unable to take his eyes off of the freak in front of him. Mel smiled and held the money up where he could see it again. That quickly got his attention back. He shook his head. "It's your show," he replied as he reached for the money. Mel pulled her hand back before he could grab any of the bills. Then she pulled one of the fifty dollar bills off and handed it to him. "You get the other one when we're done." The guy just smiled and held up the disk as he took it from Sandy. "Whenever you want to start." As the guy took the disk over towards some equipment off the back of his little "stage," Mel grabbed Sissy's hand and led him up onto the piece of plywood while Sandy headed over to tell the guy where on the disk he needed the music to start. Chad was sucking his pacifier furiously as Mel turned him around to look out at the large crowd that was in front of them. Where had all those people come from? And why did they have to stop here instead of somewhere else? Was it possible for him to feel any more like a fool than he did just then? But then he remembered... he hadn't even started dancing yet. Mel raised his hand up high in the air, which got everyone's attention. While the performer had a nice music system, she didn't see a microphone anywhere around, so she spoke as loudly as she could. "Ladies and Gentlemen. We'd like to present for your entertainment pleasure, a different kind of dancing than you've been watching so far. We're going to move from street dancing to the beautiful world of classical ballet. And to perform this ballet for you, I'd like to present our great big baby ballerina... Sissy!" With that, she dropped Sissy's hand and stood back and applauded... along with everyone else. Chad's nerves started going crazy... if not haywire. He wasn't just embarrassed, he was downright scared. Perform? In front of all these people? Stage fright couldn't begin to explain how he felt. He looked uncertainly at Mel, only because he didn't know what to do anymore. Mel grabbed his hand again and led him just off the back corner of the stage. "Start from here," she said just loud enough that he could hear her. "Pretend this is like where you came in from my bedroom like we practiced it." Then she left him to stand in front of the stage so she could watch. Chad was so nervous he couldn't believe it. How was he going to do this? Having nowhere to go to get away from all the people, he figured his best bet would be to get the stupid thing over with so they could get out of there - he hoped. Plus, by going ahead and dancing like Mel wanted him to, most likely everyone would simply think he was just another outlandish street performer. They would all think it was nothing but an act where he was trying to drum up a little money. At least he hoped that would be the case. He took a deep breath to steady himself. Then he put his feet into the position he was supposed to start from... or at least he tried to put his feet into that position. His diapers were so thick that it was impossible to get his legs anywhere close to the right position. Instead of having his feet turned outward and touching right in front of him, there was almost a foot of space between his feet that he couldn't lessen no matter how hard he tried. He looked up at Mel, wondering what he was supposed to do. Naturally, she was giggling at his predicament. Then he saw her look over to the guy who was running the music system and give him the signal to start. A second later, the childish music was coming loudly out of the speakers and he had no more time to think about anything. He was on. He had to perform - like it or not! It was his best course of action. And before he knew what he was doing, his feet were moving him out toward the center of his plywood stage. He wasn't exactly moving like he wanted to move. Instead of his legs going one foot in front of the other gracefully, the massive bulk of the diapers between his legs had him waddling and swinging his legs awkwardly instead. He couldn't help but hear everyone laughing as he tried to do the graceful classical movements... with a ton of diapers on. It just wasn't working! But what choice did he have other than to keep going. At least the upper part of his body was having no problems. He could move his arms and hands just fine. His head was fine as well - if you didn't count the silly baby bonnet on top of it and the pacifier stuck in his mouth. He had no doubt that must be quite a sight. The dance called for him to go into a running movement across the stage, but he had only a few feet to move in. Before he knew it, he was pulling up short and his momentum forced him to almost fall as he slipped the short distance down to the ground. He stepped backwards, back onto the plywood stage and looked to Mel to see what she wanted him to do about it. But all she was doing was laughing like everyone else. From that point on, most of what Mel had made him work so hard to learn to do properly went totally out the window. The stage simply wasn't big enough. But he did try. And since he had to continue dancing, wherever possible, he tried to use what he had been taught, but much of it now simply had to be made up as he went. With every step he took, he was so aware of the annoying bulk between his legs. He was also aware that the way it forced him to move was also making his overly padded backside swing around more than he would have liked as well. But under the big flat tutu he was wearing, would anyone even notice that? Yeah, he had no doubt that they would. All part of the show, he told himself... but he only half believed that. While he did his best to move his arms and the entire upper body fluidly and gracefully, his lower body below the tutu was totally the opposite. And then he had to wonder how his upper body really looked - part of it graceful and elegant - while contrasted with the crazy baby bonnet and his pacifier. Graceful... sandwiched between the absurd look of his head and the bizarre look of his lower body. Graceful? No, he dared not hope for that much at all. The music was getting on toward the end when it happened. The one thing he had totally forgotten about. And when it happened, he was so taken by surprise that every muscle in his body locked in place and he froze with the most distinct look on his face as he stood there sucking his pacifier more furiously than ever. And the people watching the little motion of the pacifier in his mouth laughed like crazy at it. They all thought it was part of the act. In fact, it was a few moments before anyone realized that while he was frozen in place, his knees slightly bent and splayed apart, his arms held out semi-gracefully to the side, that all during that time, he had been filling the back of the bulky diapers he was so obviously wearing. Eventually, more than a few shouts of, "Oh my God!" could be heard above the music. When it happened, Chad had been taken by surprise. Totally! Right in the middle of his dance, it felt like all three of the stupid suppositories that Mel had put up inside of him had decided to do their thing - and do it fast! And all the food that Mel had forced him to eat last night, and this morning, and even for lunch today, all came out of him at the same time in a semi-liquid rush - despite how tightly his diapers were pulled into his backside by his leotard. It was by far the biggest mess he could remember making in his diapers in a long time. And as usual, he had no control over it at all. Of course, with that many suppositories up inside of him, it came out in much more of a rush than he had felt in a long time now. Maybe his system had gotten more used to handling one suppository, but three was definitely way too many! Mel was beside herself with glee. She had only hoped that with all the food she had given him, and all the bottles she had made him drink, as well as the exercising he was doing as he danced about on that little stage, that the suppositories she had given him would go to work during his performance. And now to actually see it happen, she couldn't believe she had managed it. And what a perfect pinnacle to his little dance it was. She had been totally mesmerized by the tiny movement of his pacifier as she watched the look of complete surprise and horror register on his face. Perfect! Perfect! Perfect! If he didn't feel intense humiliation from that, then she figured nothing would get to him! It was several seconds before Chad could move again, and when he did, if he thought trying to dance with that many diapers on before was difficult, it was nothing compared to the trouble he had now. Not only was the bulk greatly increased, but the awful feeling of what was now in the back of his diapers added greatly not only to his obvious embarrassment, but also to the awkwardness of his every step. There wasn't a tiny movement that he made now - with any part of his body that didn't seem to make him feel what was now pressed tightly against his backside. Much more hesitantly - not to mention much more horribly - he continued trying to dance. But he was only moving around on the stage now as his face still registered the horror of what he had just done in front of so many people. He knew his movements were no longer even attempting to be graceful. He knew he looked even more ridiculous... not to mention childish as he now jumped a little and bounced cautiously around on the stage. And his new more childish style of moving was bringing much more laughter from the crowd. It was with great relief that he heard the music finally end. He had totally missed that the ending was even coming since he was still too preoccupied with the embarrassing thing he had just done. Quickly he went into his final pose... at least somewhat. Doing what Mel had made him practice so diligently was totally out of the question. It was over - finally! Everyone was applauding and laughing wildly as he maintained his awkward pose. Not knowing what else to do, he curtseyed to the audience - which again made him very aware of the nasty mess in his backside. But the people were still applauding, so he turned slightly and curtseyed yet again... and again... and again. By continuing to dance - through everything - the audience had simply thought he was another street performer. Or so he hoped. It was a few moments before he dared step back off of the plywood stage, hoping that everyone would leave now... and desperately hoping that Mel would take him home. Fortunately, the crowd got the message and started breaking up. Mel crossed the small wooden platform to where Sissy was waiting. She couldn't help herself, she grabbed him and hugged him the moment she got there. "Oh, you were so good!" she declared happily. Chad loved the hug he got from Mel. Unfortunately, he didn't love the feeling from his messy diapers as she did it. "Can we go home now... please?" he asked desperately. "Absolutely!" Mel agreed. "I think you've had about enough for one day. We just have to make one little stop on the way and then we'll go straight home." Chad was overwhelmingly glad to hear they were going home. He wasn't sure what the one stop would be, and no matter what, it couldn't be any more embarrassing than what he had just been through. He just wanted to go home... and get cleaned up! After Mel paid off the owner of the equipment, they all started their long walk back to the car. But for Chad, the walk was necessarily slower and much more uncomfortable than it had been when they were going the other way. While he was still very embarrassed over his appearance, he was now also embarrassed over what he had done, not to mention the even more awkward way he was forced to walk, not to mention that so many people had just witnessed him making such a major fool of himself. Basically, he was just glad it was over! When they got back to the car, Chad was really hoping that Mel would change his messy diapers before they did anything else - despite the crowd that was still around, but she just made him get into the back seat of her car - overly large tutu and all! Well, at least he was a bit more protected from everyone's view. And sitting in messy diapers was something he had to put up with every day at work. Before they left, Mel gave Andrea the copy of the bet contract she had brought with her... and Sandy gave Sissy another baby bottle to drink in the car - as if that would assuage his frayed nerves. Actually it didn't hurt. Once Mel got the car out of the parking lot, he felt much less on display. The only problem now, was that despite his plastic panties and