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My Pretty Dolly
By Cheryl Lynn
Allen Finch was covered in mud and slime from the lake. His cousin
Bertha Lou had shoved him off the wharf into the shallow muddy water.
Now she was standing above him laughing her fat ass off. His hatred of
his older cousin was at a boiling point but helpless to act on it. She
was two years older, bigger, stronger and just plain mean. All his life
she had picked on him and got him into trouble. He was justifiably
terrified of her as neither his mother nor Aunt would stand by him.
They would tell him that he was the man and should stand up for himself.
If he let a mere girl take advantage then it was his own fault, they
would declare.
He couldn't help it if he was small for his age or that he was delicate.
He was a premature baby and sickly until he turned thirteen. As a
teenager he was healthy but didn't develop into a rugged masculine
image. Even his school friends called him "baby face" as he couldn't
grow facial hair even if his life depended on it. He did his best
trying to be manly. He let his hair grown down to his shoulders,
keeping it in a low pony tail. He wore baggy jeans with the tops of his
boxers showing. He had a rambling shuffle walk and emulated the hard
rock life style. However with his small frame and baby face, it was a
style he couldn't pull off successfully.
Now here he was up to his waist in cold water looking up at his laughing
cousin. He knew all he could do was shout obscenities back up at her as
he headed to the shore. Both his mother and Aunt were gone to the city
for the day and would be no help in any case.
"Why the fuck did mom have to bring me here with her for the summer? I
could have stayed with Chucky but no, I had to come up here to the
fuckin lake," he fumed as he reached the shore.
Allen was in the shower, steam filling the small bathroom as he washed
the filth of the lake off. He seldom washed his hair but it was covered
in foaming bubbles, his eyes squeezed shut. Suddenly the shower curtain
was pulled aside and jerking back hit his head on the tile. The next
thing he knew was seeing Bertha Lou standing above him laughing with
yellow rubber gloves balled into fists on her hips.
"Okay baby face, finish up in there then I'll help you get dressed," she
said turning the water back on.
"Get the fuck outta here you fuckin bitch!" he shouted in defiance and
embarrassment. "What am I doing sitting on the floor? Shit! My head
hurts and that bitch is staring at me," he thought covering his groin.
To his surprise and utter humiliation, she reached down, grabbed his
balls and squeezed. He screamed and tried to swat her hand away but she
squeezed all the harder. Tears and soap filled his eyes as he was
engulfed in pain.
"I said finish up," she said releasing her grip and pulling the shower
curtain closed.
It took Allen a few minutes to get himself back together before he
stepped back under the shower. He wasn't sure what hurt the most, his
head where he banged it on the tile or his poor nuts. "I'll get that
fuckin bit....," he mumbled then saw the hair accumulating on the tub
floor. "What the hell?" he thought.
"What the fuck did you do to me!" he screamed seeing that his body hair
was going down the drain.
"Oh just a little depilatory to get rid of that nasty body hair. You
have two minutes to finish up or I'm going to pull that tiny dick of
yours out by the roots," she replied.
"Mom's gonna be pissed when I tell her what you've done," he answered.
"Like when has she ever taken up for your candy ass before?" she shouted
back. "Now get out of that shower before I get really angry."
##
Allen had never been as embarrassed in his life as he sat on the sofa.
Bertha Lou had really done a number on him. She had pulled him from the
shower and using a hairbrush, spanked him until his hinny was beet red.
Then she dragged him screaming into her room and sat him at her vanity.
He was forced to sit there, naked as the day he was born. With his
hands covering his privates, she massaged setting gel into his hair then
put it in plastic rollers. Covering his tightly rolled hair with a
lavender hairnet, she jerked him from the stool.
"This is going to be so much fun!" she exclaimed leading him over to her
bed.
"Nooooooooooo!" he screamed seeing what was on the bed and trying to
break free of her iron grip.
"Do you need another spanking?" she yelled using her free hand to swat
his naked rump.
"Noooo, please don't do this," he begged fresh tears bursting from red
rimmed eyes.
Another sharp slap to his upper thigh and Allen gave up. She was too
strong and he could do nothing. With quivering lip and a steady flow of
tears he let her dress him. What she did, he would never be able to
live down as he heard the front door open. His mother and Aunt were
finally home. Bertha Lou had obviously planned this for some time and
now he would be totally mortified.
"Ohhhhmyyyyyygawdddd," he heard as the two women entered the living
room. The sound of bags hitting the floor as he heard, "Allen! Is that
you?"
Francine and Edna stood in total shock and amazement seeing Allen on the
sofa. He was wearing an emerald green satin tiered little girl's party
dress with white lace frills on the hems and cute bows at the puff
sleeves. The pink plastic panties with white ruffled lace at the cuffs
was clearly visible under several stiff white net petticoats. It was
obvious that he was wearing a bulky diaper under the panties. Vivid
pink ball mittens were attached to his hands and pink booties on his
feet. His hair was in tight varnished curls and a large emerald green
satin ribbon pinned to the back of his head. His face had been
powdered, bright red rouge on his cheeks with long black false
eyelashes. A large pacifier was in his mouth held in place by a pink
satin ribbon. In his lap was a Betsy Wetsy doll and a small baby
bottle.
"What is the meaning of this?" his mother, Francine, demanded as Edna
began giggling uncontrollably.
Bertha Lou entered from the kitchen holding a real baby bottle filled
with formula. "Oh, hi Aunty Francine. We didn't expect you back so
soon. We were just playing that's all. Honest, Allen just loves to
play at being my real baby doll. Why he even demands that I feed him
his by-by and pees his di-dee when he finishes," she said walking over
to the sofa and sitting down next to him.
As the two women stood staring in incomprehension and shock, Bertha Lou
quickly removed his pacifier. Before he could shout, she forced the
nipple into his mouth and grabbed the back of his neck forcibly.
Digging her sharp finger nails painfully into his neck whispered, "Suck
it or you'll really be sorry."
"Well I never," his mother said picking up the bags she had dropped.
"Come on Francine, let the children play," Edna giggled picking up her
bags and headed to her room.
Francine glared at her son and with a "Harrumph," followed her sister.
As soon as the nipple plunged between his lips Allen tried to bat it
away and yell out his denials. No matter how he struggled, the satin
mittens were totally ineffective. Bertha Lou had a tight grip on the
back of his neck and to the women, it looked like he was just trying to
grip the bottle.
With the women gone, Bertha Lou removed the bottle exposing Allen's
bright cherry red painted lips. With the free hand she reached under
his crinolines and grasped his groin in talon claws. "You drink all
your formula then pee your diapers like I said or I swear you'll regret
it," she snarled squeezing his balls. "They won't be around all the
time to protect you and we're miles from the nearest neighbor. Just
remember that!"
Hearing the women returning, she grabbed the bottle and jammed it back
into his mouth. "I want to hear you goo-gooing as you finish your
bottle," she whispered harshly.
His mother gave him a snort of disapproval as she walked by heading for
the kitchen. If she had bothered, she would have seen the stalk terror
that filled his eyes. Instead she shook her head, mumbled something
under her breath and kept walking. Aunt Edna just giggled as she went
past muttering, "What a sissy."
Allen could hear pots and pans banging loudly from the kitchen. He
guessed correctly that his mother was really mad. "Edna, I know Allen
is frail for his age but.....but this....to let Bertha Lou do that! Oh my
gawd!" she wailed.
"Francine get a grip dear. I think he looked just precious. You can't
believe my darling Bertha Lou could really force him to do that, do you?
Why from the way it looked to me, he wasn't putting up much of a fight.
I know they haven't ever gotten along but seriously, if I were a boy,
I'd have fought tooth and nails. Did it look like he put up any fight?
I think she was telling us the truth. Maybe he likes being treated like
a big baby. Getting caught by us was embarrassing I'm sure but...but
maybe it's good that their play time is out in the open."
"Edna what would I do without you? It's been so hard since...since HE
left with that whore. Now this! I'm at my whit's end. What am I gonna
do?" she wailed throwing her arms around her sister sobbing.
"Well for the time being let's see what happens. We don't know that
Bertha Lou is forcing him or if he's a willing participant. I'm sure by
the time dinner is over we'll know the truth. I think we could both use
a glass of chilled wine about now," she comforted patting her sister on
the back.
##
As the two women were in the kitchen preparing supper, Bertha Lou had
her fingers clamped into Allen's groin. It wasn't the iron like grip
she had used earlier because of the plastic panties and diaper. However
it was hard enough to get Allen's full attention.
"Listen up," she whispered harshly. "You don't act like you're enjoying
being my little dress up dolly and I swear you'll live to regret it.
You can go crying to your mommy but it's your word against mine. You
know it will only be a matter of time when we're left alone again. So,
if you want to keep those little bits."
She paused long enough to punch him in the groin making his eye's bulge
in pain. "Then you will act like you're having the time of your life.
Now finish your bottle and you had better pee your diaper. All I want
to hear coming out of that mouth of yours is baby talk. Understand!"
she demanded giving his crotch another punch.
"Please Bertha Lou don't hit me there anymore. I.....I'll do it, just
don't hurt me anymore," he replied when she removed the bottle.
Allen was frantic and terrified but his cousin was in complete control.
His poor groin was in pain. He also knew she was probably right about
what would happen if he complained to his mother. Yeah, she would stop
all this nonsense but only until they went out again. Then Bertha Lou
would really beat him up or worse. She definitely knew where to hurt a
guy the most. All he could do was hope that this was a onetime thing.
Lowering his head in shame began softly sniffling and sucked on the
bottle.
"Oh my baby dolly is crying. You poor baby are those tears of
happiness? They sure look like it to me. Now I want you to tell me how
much you just love being my baby dolly," she said gripping his groin
tighter.
"Yes, I really want to be your baby dolly," he gasped.
"Now that didn't sound very enthusiastic baby. Say it again and make it
sound just like it was the bestest thing ever," she snarled then seeing
Francine entering the doorway whispered, "Make it convincing and while
you do, bounce up and down clapping your hands together."
Blushing as pink as his panties, Allen bounced and clapped while saying,
"Oh Bertha Lou...I just luv being your little dolly."
She pinched his inner thigh, whispering, "More."
"I.....I luv....luv this...this sooo much..wh...when we play," he added as he
saw his mother enter the room.
Before he could say anymore Bertha Lou put the nipple back into his
mouth. "I like it too baby. Now that your mummy knows we can play this
game all the time. We won't have to keep our play time secret anymore,"
she said.
Then pretending she had just noticed Francine added, "Auntie, please
don't be mad. We were just play acting and having fun. Alicia just
loves being my baby dolly."
"Alicia?" Francine asked surprised at what she had just heard her son
say and Bertha Lou's response.
"Yes, that's what my dolly wants to be called. Don't you think it's a
cute name for my pretty dolly?" she answered.
"Well I never.....if I didn't see this with my own two eyes...," she said
turning on her heels and walking back into the kitchen.
"Alright Bertha Lou you have destroyed my life already. I hope you're
satisfied now, so please stop all this and let me be. Haven't you done
enough?" Allen said popping the bottle out of his mouth.
"Oh no Alicia. Not after you told your mother how much you luv playing
our little game. Finish your bottle and pee your diaper and....and I
might let you go," she said with a broad smile.
"This stuff tastes awful. It's got my stomach churning. Please, no
more. I'll pee but this is it. No more, you promise?" he begged.
"We'll see but you had better soak that diaper," she responded pushing
the nipple back into his mouth.
Allen finally finished his bottle then after a few minutes squeezed his
eyes shut and forced himself to pee. As the hot wetness filled the
diaper he actually sighed. For a split second it had actually felt good
then realizing what he had done began crying.
"It's alright baby to wet your di-des," Bertha Lou said hugging and
patting him on the back.
He was surprised just as she was when he let out a loud belch.
Unfortunately Edna had walked in moments before. "Did I hear her say he
wet his diapers? Oh my listen to that belch. Just like a baby. It
certainly doesn't look like she's forcing him. Allen has always been
immature for his age but this..well let's see how this plays out," she
thought then said, "Bertha Lou did I hear you say that Allen just wet
his diapers?"
"Oh mom he likes to be called Alicia when we play dollies
and...yes..Alicia wet her diaper," she replied smiling broadly.
"Well...go change All...err..Alicia's diaper then come get your dinner.
Suppers ready," Edna said still a bit overwhelmed by what she had
witnessed.
"It's okay mom, Alicia won't mind wet diapers while we eat. He..I mean
she does it all the time. I'll change her after we eat. I'm starved,"
Bertha Lou piped up.
"Francine you'll never believe what I just saw. Allen actually wet his
diapers and he wasn't fussing. I think he's really into being Bertha
Lou's play thing. They're coming to the table now with him still in
those wet diapers can you believe. Bertha Lou said he didn't mind being
in soggy ones," she said entering the kitchen.
"Ooohhhmyyygawd, you can't be serious. I'll check him as soon as they
get here," Francine replied shocked.
"Alright Alicia, when we get into the kitchen you better keep a happy
face or tomorrow you'll be very sorry. If they think you're not having
fun, I will be really mad," Bertha Lou said stuffing the pacifier back
into Allen's mouth.
His diaper soaked and becoming very uncomfortable he followed his cousin
into the kitchen. He didn't realize how loudly he was sucking on the
pacifier. Loud enough for the two adults to hear as he slid into his
seat. The only other sound to be heard was the scraping of his chair.
Allen blushed seeing the others in the room staring at him. Both adults
had looks of wonder and arched brows while his cousin was smiling
broadly. With the pacifier tied in place he couldn't say anything in
his defense. His nerves already stretched taunt, he sucked even harder
on it. When his mother stuck two fingers down into his diaper, could
have died of embarrassment.
"He's soaked," Francine said in disbelief then went to her seat. The
look of disappointment on her face was clear.
Normally Bertha Lou sat across from him at the table but she sat next to
him. To his surprise she tied a hand towel around his neck creating a
bib. "This is one of our favorite things," Bertha Lou explained.
"Alicia just loves it when I cut up her food into teeny tiny pieces and
feed her. Sometimes she's a bit messy so I use the towel as a bib to
keep her dresses all nice and clean."
She stood behind him as she leaned over and cut his food into very small
pieces. "Make a nice mess of your bib or I'll stab my fork into your
balls," she hissed softly.
Taking her seat next to him she began spoon feeding Allen. As
instructed he managed to spit up about a third of his dinner.
Throughout the entire meal not a word was said. The adults just looked
on in amazement and disbelief while Bertha Lou was having a ball. She
was getting a sexual rush like never before dominating her cousin.
Allen's submission and behavior seemed to be convincing the adults that
it was something he loved doing. The feelings of power and control were
as good as actual sex for Bertha Lou.
Finished eating wasn't any better for Allen. His cousin had retrieved
the Betsy Wetsy doll and put it in his lap. "Alicia go on and play with
your dolly while I help Aunty and mom clean up. I'll change your die-de
when I've finished," she said. It took all of Allen's will power not to
cry. Crying would only make things worse.
Later, taking him by the hand led him into her room. She left the
pacifier tied in place along with his satin ball mittens while she
stripped off his clothing. By this point he couldn't stop the tears
from flowing or the strength to fight her. In her attached bathroom she
had him step into the tub where she removed his plastic pants and
diaper. As she washed off his groin and butt Allen couldn't help it as
his cock became erect.
"Eweee, that's gross," she exclaimed then reached out and grabbed it.
She pulled him into her making him wince in pain. "I can't believe you
got a hard on from your cousin washing you. That's just plain sick and
perverted. You're a little sick-o that's what you are.....unless....unless
it's cause you get excited from wearing diapers and being my little
dolly-wolly? Come on, tell me which is it. You get a stiffy cause you
want to do me or cause you love wearing diapers and being my dolly?
Answer me or I'll pull this little thing right off," she hissed.
She certainly didn't have the least iota of sex appeal to him but there
was no hiding his erection. Making matters worse it was getting stiffer
as she held it in her warm hand. Only muffled groans and moans escaped
as the pacifier muffled any intelligent speech. He could only shake
his head, "no" as the tears flooded down his cheeks.
"Can't be me cause I know you're a faggot queer. Must be your love of
your diapers," she snarled letting him go.
His mortification didn't end as his penis bobbed up and down as she
powdered his groin. It was still erect when she put another adult
diaper on him along with a thick soaker pad. She pulled his pink
plastic panties back up and snapped the waist band in place.
"You still have that stiffie and I'm sure it adores being trapped in its
comfy di-des. Well just don't stand there, start rubbing it. Go on or
does your perverted mind want me to do it for you? Maybe you want my
hairbrush to add some encouragement," she demanded picking up the brush.
Allen laid back on the bed with his legs slightly spread and began
rubbing his crotch. Bertha Lou looked on excitedly as the plastic
panties crinkled loudly. "Come on make nice little squirties for me.
You can do it. Come on or mommy will spank," she encouraged.
With a gasp he did exactly that. Bertha Lou could tell by the flush on
his face that he had indeed shot his load. To make sure she patted him
on the crotch feeling the soft penis beneath.
"That's a good baby. I knew you just loved wearing diapers and that
proves it," she cooed. "That's all your little pinnie is good for
anyway. It's too small to ever please a woman. Now let's get you
dressed for nightie-night."
She wasn't finished with him by a long shot. First she braided his long
hair into pig tails tied off with red satin ribbons. Then she put a
white satin training bra around his chest. A bright shimmering scarlet
shortie nightie with scooped neck and ruffled hem quickly followed. The
hem of his nightie left most of his diapered ass revealed. For foot
wear she put a pair of pink furry slippers on his feet. The outline of
his bra could be seen through the thin nightie as she led him out of the
room.
"Come on, you have to say nightie-night to your momma and Auntie Edna.
Then I'll take you back to your room so you can watch that Barbie movie
I got for you till bed time. I'm sure you'll just love jerking off in
your diapers watching it," she said dragging him from the room.
"Now when we get there, you better sound convincing when you tell them
you want to watch your favorite Barbie movie," she said pinching his
upper thigh.
Saying goodnight was horrible enough but having to sit on the side of
his bed rubbing furiously between his legs while watching the movie
mortifying. Bertha Lou kept encouraging him with swats of the brush to
his thighs. She wasn't happy until he managed to ejaculate twice to his
undying shame. Before she let him go to sleep, she made him drink
another bottle of formula this one laced with both diuretic and
laxative.
Back in the den Bertha Lou told the adults all about the wonderful play
time they engaged in while they were gone. "Oh yes momma, Alicia and I
always play like this when you go out. She just loves wearing her
pretty green dress and diapers. The dress? I got it on the internet.
Alicia even paid for it, she wanted it so bad. I thought it was kind of
silly at first but I decided to play along. When we play Alicia is so
much calmer and we don't fight at all. It's really a shame that all we
have is that one dress though and that old doll of mine. Now that you
know what we do, Alicia begged me to ask if we could play all the time
now. Maybe get some more cute dresses, dollies and things to make his
play time more fun. I really need to get more diapers and plastic
panties if you'll let us play all the time."
Francine was disturbed at Bertha Lou's revelations about her son but she
did sound convincing. What he was doing was so bazaar that it made her
very uncomfortable; yet, he did seem happy. Despite that, she knew she
had to put a stop to it. Such behavior just wasn't acceptable.
She was about to say as much when her sister said, "I think he looked
precious. Francine, I think we should let the children play their
little game. There's really no harm in it. I don't know about you but
I'm sick and tired of their constant in fighting. If playing the dolly
for the summer stops all that I like it."
She had to agree about the constant fighting but wasn't totally
convinced. "I'll stop by on my way to bed and ask him myself," she
thought. "Alright, I'll go along with this but only after I talk to
Allen," she said.
Much later after he had finally fallen into a troubled sleep his mother
came into his room. She could smell what he had done in his diaper as
she reached the bed. "Oh my, he pooped! He actually pooped his
diapers. What am I gonna do? I don't think I can handle this. I
actually thought this was some kind of joke but smelly diapers are no
joking matter. If he likes wearing diapers then diapers it will be just
as long as I don't have to change them," she thought turning away.
She saw the Barbie DVD sitting on his bedside table, muttered, "If he
likes that sort of thing and diapers, then maybe an overdose will cure
him of such nonsense."
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