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Dear Krystalasbaby, Jane Hudson, Sissy Katie, Sissymart and Kitty Poodle, thank you for those lovely reviews. I hope you enjoy the next chapter. BJ Chapter 20. Baby Under Control The next morning when Jane unpinned Daphne's saturated night nappies, she was prepared. She slowly lowered the sodden front flap, took a quick peek, then hastily covered her little girl's spurting clittie. Jane gave her embarrassed baby girl a smile of long-suffering and shook her head in apparent disbelief at Daphne's uncontrollable baby ways. "What a silly baby!" Mummy teased her pink-cheeked child. She held the front of the drenched nappy against Daphne's limp clittie till she was sure she had finished wetting, then cautiously lowered the flap and removed the sopping disposable liner with a snigger of contempt. After the little girl cleaned her teeth and showered, Mummy diapered Daphne and dressed her in one of her bondage play frocks. This crotch- length toddler frock was made from a patchwork of huge purple and white satin patches, heavily flounced and falling from a high Empire bustline. It had a high rounded collar with wide flaps of thick white satin and a big floppy purple bow in front, and it zipped up the back. Mummy fiddled with the back of Daphne's frock at the collar for a few minutes before announcing herself satisfied. The slider body of the zipper has an unusually large opening, and there was a slender silver chain running all the way around the floppy collar of Daphne's bondage frock, sewn inside the folds of luxurious satin material. The chain had an open loop at one end, poking out of one side of the collar at the rear, which could be threaded through the slider and attached to a tiny eyelet hook at the other end - hidden inside a flap sewn into the opposite collar flap. It was difficult to loop closed even when you could see what you were doing, and once it had been tucked behind the little flap, difficult to see or locate - especially if you didn't know it was there. It was virtually impossible to unclasp - unless you could see what you were doing. Closing the chain meant Baby Daphne wouldn't be able to remove her pretty satin toddler frock without a grown-up's help. She was trapped in her sissy-baby outfit - like a good little bondage-Princess should be! Nanny Emma arrived while Daphne was finishing her breakfast in the highchair, and she read the embroidered message on the baby's mucky bib with a snigger of contempt. 'I Love to Wet and Mess My Nappies.' When Mummy came downstairs dressed for work, the women seemed a little short with each other this morning. Emma was dressed in her usual style - jeans and a yellow athletic sweatshirt, and her worn old sneakers, her long angular face bereft of make-up - while Mummy looked elegant as usual with her face artfully made-up to enhance her natural beauty and her long tawny locks styled in an attractive neat chignon. Jane's tight brushed-cotton, high-waisted miniskirt and unbuttoned matching battledress jacket were fire-engine red this morning, a perfect match for the high-heeled patent-leather court shoes on her feet. Sheer tan stockings made her long shapely legs glisten under the kitchen lights and her meaty breasts wobbled attractively beneath the gleaming front of her white satin blouse. Daphne's face lit up at the sight of her beautiful sexy Mummy - but then she remembered Mummy was going to work with Uncle Jake. Her smile faltered and she didn't realise her plump pink, porridge-smeared bottom lip began to obviously poke out. "Where's Jake?" Nanny asked a shade too casually, making Mummy frown for a moment. She concentrated on locating her keys in her handbag. "He had to leave early. A business meeting this morning out of town," Jane replied shortly, although she wondered why she bothered explaining herself to the hired help. Daphne was pleased to hear Mummy wouldn't be working with mean old Uncle Jake today, although she was relieved when Mummy soon bid them goodbye and departed for work. The baby girl could feel the tension in the air ebb away as she drained her bottle of juice. After Nanny let her out of the highchair, Daphne had to hang up her freshly-laundered nappies and baby panties, and some of her frocks and nighties and bibs, and some of Mummy's clothes. Her fresh dribble-bib told the world she was a 'Little Miss Squishy-Britches!' While those things were drying on the line, Daphne had to mount her little step-stool in the laundry and hand-wash all Mummy's delicate lingerie. The sissy baby fought to keep herself calm, trying to avoid being bitten by the cruel silver clittie-ring as she soaped the fragrant crotches of Mummy's sexy silken panties and scrubbed out the odd yellow stains from inside the cups of her white satin bra. She was crouching over the sink scrubbing at a really stubborn mark with the soft nail brush, concentrating and pressing hard when it happened. Daphne felt the bowel movement beginning, felt her anus dilate unasked, and the first sloppy log started to force its way out. She moaned in shame and snatched a deep breath, held it, squatted slightly and began to instinctively bear down, clutching the edge of the laundry tub for support. Nanny must have heard her little girl's orgasmic moans because she silently stepped over to the laundry door in her rubber-soled sneakers, leaning her shoulder against the jamb and grinning while she watched her helpless big baby poop her nappy while simultaneously climaxing. When it appeared to be all over, Daphne was squatting down all the way on her haunches on the top step of the step-stool, her little fingers curled over the edge of the steel tub, clinging to it for dear life while she trembled like a leaf in a gale. Emma crooned, "Ooo! Look at you, baby! Did you enjoy that, little girl?" Daphne jerked upright with a whimper of surprise, one hand diving down to cup the bulging seat of her plastic panties as she turned to her Nanny with a guilty expression. Her cheeks were rosy with shame and her wide blue eyes glistened wetly as she rapidly blinked back the tears, her long black lashes fluttering girlishly. Her other hand clutched the laundry tub to maintain her balance as she sucked harder on her dum-dums, at a loss for a reply. Nanny grinned at Daphne's lack of response and urged her, "Hurry up and finish that washing, and go out and hang everything on the line. Then come and find me in the lounge room. Understand?" Daphne looked confused for a moment. "Pweathe Nanny, can I hop down when I'm pinished here?" she lisped in inquiry, holding up a pair of Mummy's dripping knickers from the tub in indication. Emma's smile was cruel as she shook her head in denial. "No baby. You must always call out to Nanny when you've finished your assigned task, and ask for permission to climb down from your step-stool. You know that!" "Yeth Nanny. Thowwy Nanny." It was only mid-morning and Daphne had already finished all her allotted chores. She found Nanny in the lounge room relaxing with a coffee and watching TV. Emma sent her outside to check if the any of the washing was dry, before telling her little girl to collect her Barbies and her infant dolly and take them out to the sunroom. After folding the dry clothes into the plastic basket, Daphne rushed up to her bedroom to collect Nancy and then down to her playroom for her Barbie dolls. When she returned to the sunroom, Nanny was opening a wetproof play mat on the floor in front of the TV. "Leave your dolls here and go and get Nancy's diaper bag, sweetie," Emma instructed. "And fetch some dresses to change your Barbies, too." While the baby was absent, Emma took a memory stick from her pocket and plugged it into the flat screen TV mounted on the far wall. She grabbed the remote, switched on the TV and found the correct setting to access the memory stick, and set it ready to play. When Daphne waddled into the room with the doll's change bag looped over one forearm, her other hand clutching her tiny pink suitcase full of Barbie accessories, Nanny threw her a pleased smile. "Good girl! Come and sit down on the mat here and you can play with your dollies while you watch TV." Daphne sank down onto her messy bottom on the wetproof play mat, perversely enjoying the way the squishy sticky contents of her warm wet nappy smeared unevenly over both cheeks. She wriggled about in the icky mess, her bumcheeks settling into the thick layer like sinking into delicious warm mud. Daphne couldn't help smiling at the naughty but nice feeling as it squished up in front to surround her bits and pieces with fresh warmth. She sucked noisily on her dum-dums, a thin stream of drool trailing unnoticed from her sloppy wet chin onto her damp bib, watching her Nanny pull Nancy's bottle from the diaper bag. "I'll fill this up for you," Nanny suggested, waggling the empty plastic doll's bottle in indication. "Then you can give Nancy a lovely bottle-feed. Okay sweetie?" "Yeth Nanny. Fank you, Nanny." Emma pointed the remote at the TV and it flared into life, drawing Daphne's eyes. The image of Sheila's daughter Jessica lit up the screen, taken when she was three years old. The beaming little girl was obviously dressed for a party in her sweet little white frock, her pale-blonde hair neatly brushed back and bound in place with a white satin-wrapped Alice band. She looked so pretty, and so happy! Emma made sure Daphne was staring at the screen when she crouched down beside her and whispered in her ear, "Baby-time, baby-time, baby-time." The Nanny smiled as she watched Daphne's body slump and her expression soften, till she looked much more child-like - 'and feminine,' Emma caught herself thinking. Aloud she continued to deliver the next post-hypnotic trigger. "Mummy says you must watch the little girls on the TV, and study them so you know how you should act. Mummy says you must learn to behave just like them. Do you understand?" "Yeth Nanny," Daphne dreamily mumbled. "Good girl." Someone off-screen - probably Simon - prompted Jessica to speak. "Tell everyone how old you are today, darling," Daddy lovingly urged his darling daughter. Jessica looked down at her right hand, holding it palm up, frowning in concentration. She curled up her ring finger and closed her thumb over it, trapping it in place. With a triumphant smile, she looked up at the camera and held up her hand palm facing the camera, three fingers awkwardly sticking out. ""I'm this many!" she squealed excitedly. When she held up her arm her little frock rode up, and it looked like she was wearing a puffy disposable diaper under her white satin rumba panties. You could hear the proud smile in his voice when Simon asked, "And how many is that, baby?" Jessica's wide smile instantly vanished, to be replaced with a severe frown. "I'm fwee!" she shrieked indignantly, repeatedly thrusting the raised fingers at her chuckling father. "I'm this many! This many, Daddy! I'm not a baby! Zoe's the baby!" Emma chortled to herself as she walked out to the kitchen to fill her baby's bottle - both bottles, actually. Daphne's eyes remained riveted to the screen, her dummy bobbing busily in her mouth. When the Nanny returned, she had filled both bottles with watered down apple-juice - the oversized plastic bottle for her big baby girl, the undersized one for the infant dolly Daphne clasped unthinkingly to her bosom. The screen was filled with images of laughing squealing little girls, all gathered together for Jessica's third birthday party. Daphne let Nanny slip the teat of her bottle between her lips without removing her eyes from the screen, although the little girl had to temporarily release Nancy and let the doll slide from her lap when she passively accepted the heavy vessel with both hands. She raised the sloshing base high but tilted the bottle to one side so she could keep watching the TV, and Emma noticed her little girl's dedication with a pleased smile. The Nanny placed the filled doll's bottle upright on the mat next to the entranced Daphne, knowing her little girl would need it soon enough. Someone with a modicum of skill had edited the video recording at some stage, so there were dozens of scenes of cute interaction between two or three little girls at a time, all dressed up like little Princesses as they happily played together. Daphne watched in helpless fascination, compelled to study the way the little girls spoke to each other and behaved towards each other, and how they interacted with the parental figures at the birthday party. Lessons were learned, mannerisms memorised, the information being stored deep in the little girl's subconscious mind. Satisfied her baby girl was safely preoccupied, Emma returned to her TV in the lounge room to continue watching her criminal investigation shows. She strolled back to the sunroom during a commercial break about twenty minutes later, noticing that Daphne had finished her bottle and cast it aside. The scene on the television was obviously gift-opening time, and Jessica was squealing and jumping about in delight every time she opened another gaily-wrapped birthday present. The little girl struggled with one cumbersome parcel, finally ripping away the pink ballerina wrapping paper with a high-pitched growl of annoyance. What Jessica found inside made her look up the camera and beam in joy. "Daddy!" she squealed. "You bought me a Betsy-Wetsy doll! Oh thank you, Daddy!" She jumped to her feet and looked to her left. "Thank you, Mummy!" The camera tracked her as she dashed across the lawn to throw her free arm around Sheila - the one not clutching the new doll. Jessica begged, "Mummy, can you fill up her bottle so I can give her one right away? Please Mummy? Please?" "You're welcome, darling! Yes, of course I can! Her bottle must still be in the wrapping paper." Jessica dashed back to the discarded wrapping, held it up and shook it out, and she squealed again in delight when not only a plastic doll's bottle fell out, but some disposable infant diapers and two pairs of tiny pink plastic pants. She had to tuck her doll under one arm to gather up all the fallen stuff, and she dashed back to her mother holding out the tiny bottle. "Here Mummy! Here!" "Alright, darling," Sheila chuckled, taking the bottle and turning away. "You wait right here. I'll be back in a minute." Jessica occupied herself showing off her new dolly to her envious friends, lifting the infant doll's little pink gingham frock and showing everyone she was already safely diapered underneath. Simon and his friends filmed it all. Daphne reached down and picked up Nancy, cradling the dolly to her bosom in imitation of the cute little girl onscreen. She checked - Nancy was wearing a diaper and plastic panties under her pink satin frock, of course. Daphne preened. She was a good Mummy to her little baby. Her Nancy was safe - just like Jessica's baby. When Sheila returned to the back yard on the screen and handed Jessica the filled plastic toy bottle, the little girl fumbled for a few second, trying to insert the stiff plastic teat into the hole provided in the doll's mouth. Emma smiled to herself as she watched Daphne blindly reach for the doll's bottle beside her on the play mat, and the fascinated little girl tore her eyes from the screen for a few seconds to likewise fumble the tiny teat into the little hole between Nancy's painted pursed lips. As soon as she was confident the fluid was going into her baby's tummy, Daphne's wide eyes returned to the flat screen TV. When Jessica cooed encouragement to her feeding baby and stage-whispered compliments in her shell-like plastic ear, Daphne bowed her head to the infant doll at her bosom and lisped the same words. The bemused Nanny covered her mouth to stop herself from laughing, and she controlled her giggles until she could dash from the sunroom into the kitchen, where she could safely explode with laughter. When Jessica discovered her new infant dolly had wet her diaper, the thrilled little girl wanted to change her baby straight away - and so did Daphne. She placed Nancy on her back on the play mat, glancing at the screen and mimicking the movements of the excited little girl playing 'Mummies and Babies.' Every time Jessica sang instructions or explanations to her Betsy-Wetsy, Daphne echoed her. She reassured her baby and pushed Nancy's little frock up over her head, and then dived into the change bag for the necessary supplies to change her wet infant dolly. Wipes, powder, a fresh diaper, baby pants, nappy sacks. Daphne was just as clumsy as Jessica when she unevenly taped the dry disposable around her dolly's powder-coated rubber loins Like Jessica, she struggled to pull up her baby's plastic panties properly, too, and Daphne beamed with maternal pride when she finally succeeded. Emma let Daphne watch about an hour of the recording. She wandered into the sunroom every now and then to check, and observed the sissy baby playing with her Barbies when the little girls on the screen were playing with theirs, mimicking their actions and speech. Like them, Daphne chatted to her plastic fashion doll like she was a real girl, asking her opinion of various outfits and pretending to listen carefully to Barbie's nonexistent replies. Emma switched off the TV but left Daphne playing with her Barbies on the play mat like a happy, content little girl. The Nanny took great delight in leaving Daphne in her toddler state until lunchtime, when she bent down and whispered in her ear, "Grow-up, grow up, grow up." Daphne looked down at the half-dressed Barbie doll in her hands in some surprise. Emma noted her confusion and spoke if she was answering a question from the little girl. "Alright, sweetie. You can finish dressing your dolly. But then Nanny needs to put you in your highchair for lunch. Okay?" "Yeth Nanny. Fank you Nanny." Daphne slid the tiny sequined blue frock over Barbie's shoulders, settled it correctly and closed the little Velcro patch at the back. She slipped some plastic navy high heels on her doll's pointed feet, straightened Barbie's frock and held her up for Nanny's approval, beaming in self-satisfaction. "Very good, Baby Daphne!" Nanny purred, smiling in approval. "She looks lovely!" She leaned down and held out her hand. "Alright, baby. Leave Barbie there. Up we hop!" As the day before, Nanny didn't bother changing Baby Daphne's poopy nappy before feeding her lunch in the highchair. She had to eat her meal with the rank smell of her hardening poo-poos wafting up to her nose - although Daphne was getting used to that. The little girl was grateful when Nanny helped her climb up on the change table for her pre-nap diaper-change. Even though Emma made the usual belittling comments, Baby Daphne was growing accustomed to the endless torrent of verbal abuse and mentally switched off. She sucked contentedly on her dum-dums and mindlessly obeyed Nanny's barked instructions, lifting her bum, spreading her legs and raising her ankles when commanded. When Nanny reached between the pink-painted bars to pass her little girl her bottle full of warm milk, Daphne spat out her dum-dums and replaced it with the teat of the oversized baby bottle. Even though she wasn't really thirsty, Daphne knew she had to finish her nap-time bottle. She didn't really mind. The warm milk tasted yummy and it was very soothing on her tummy. Emma smiled at how willingly Baby Daphne took to the bottle these days, sucking noisily on the fat rubber teat as she gulped down the contents. The little girl watched the twirling fairies overhead, listening to the soothing Nursery rhymes. For a few minutes Daphne thought she could hear a vaguely-familiar woman's voice whispering seductively in her ear, but when she tried to concentrate on the attractive melodious voice, she drifted off to sleep. After lunch it was ballet practice as usual, and Daphne tried really hard to perform her exercises properly today, desperate to avoid the cut of the wooden ruler across the backs of her thighs. This time when she wet her disposable diaper, she was aware of it - the first time. She was in the middle of doing a plie, but she gave no sign of what was happening and continued the exercise. The sudden blossom of almost-scalding heat took her by surprise, but she loved the way the soothing warmth soon crept between her legs to warm her little bottom. She wet her diaper again during the session, but she didn't even notice. Daphne was surprised when an hour Nanny later led her into the cool-down stretches, and she hadn't been reprimanded even once. "That was quite good today," Emma conceded with tight smile, always parsimonious with her praise. Daphne's rosy cheeks stretched taut with pleasure as she performed a lovely deep curtsey for her teacher, fingers plucking neatly at the sides of her bobbing tulle skirts. "Fank you, Nanny!" Emma couldn't help tossing her beaming charge a wider smile in return. "Upstairs with you now! Let's get you out of that tutu and properly dressed, then I want you to bring your tutu down to the laundry and hand- wash the bodice in the tub. I noticed a couple of dribble marks on the front, you silly baby! Off you go!" The Nanny's smile turned to a grin as she watched her little pupil scamper out of the room ahead of her in a flurry of flying pink tulle. Emma followed her sissy baby upstairs at a more sedate pace, and when Daphne was freshly diapered, the Nanny drew a pair of lavender rumba panties over her thick cloth nappies, with three floppy rows of frilly white lace decorating the seat. The hints of white lace looked really cute peeping out beneath the flounced hem of her purple and white satin frock. Her white cotton socks had purple lace frills above the ankles, too, and Nanny buckled Daphne's black patent Maryjanes on her tiny feet before lifting her down. Her purple and white satin toddler frock was slipped over her arms and head, and Nanny zipped up the back and closed the chain. Daphne's fresh dribble bib told everyone she was a 'Potty- Pants Princess.' Daphne had to hang her freshly-washed tutu on a hanger in the laundry so it would dry overnight, and then Nanny sent her into the back yard to collect the things from the clothesline. The sun was still high in the sky and the day quite warm. The little girl skipped outside and unpegged everything, folded each item neatly and tossed it in the laundry basket, then carried the huge pile of dry clothes inside. She had to sort out the stuff for ironing and toss her cloth nappies in the dryer to soften them, then put away the clothes she could. The little girl reverently carried a handful of Mummy's delicate lingerie upstairs, but paused at the threshold to Mummy's bedroom. Daphne turned around, shuffled over to the balustrade and called down, "Nanny! Nanny? I need to go into Mummy'th bedwoom to put away her fingth. May I have permithion pweathe?" "Yes baby! Good girl!" Nanny yelled in reply from the lounge room. "Good girl for remembering to ask for Nanny's permission! You're storing up quite a few carrots today, baby girl!" Daphne could help smiling at the news, sucking contentedly on her dum- dums as she folded up Mummy's delightfully sheer panties and tiny lacy G- strings and put them away in the proper drawers. Mummy liked her support bras put away with the cups folded together, one inside out and tucked inside the other, laid out neatly in the drawer in rows. She could help running an envious finger over some of the satin cups, loving the feeling but jealous that they cradled a part of Mummy's anatomy Daphne adored so much. When the little girl traipsed back downstairs, Nanny was walking into the hallway holding up one of her baby bonnets - the pink and white satin one. "Come here, baby," she called to her little girl. Emma could tell Daphne was pouting as she fitted the shiny bonnet over her tight blonde curls, despite the wide guard of her adult-sized soother. "I know we normally do the supermarket shopping on Thursday mornings, but you won't be here tomorrow. Will you? Remember? You're going to Nanna's tomorrow morning. So we need to go to the supermarket this afternoon. Okay?" Daphne meekly nodded, knowing she had no choice in the matter anyway. She saw her Nanny already had her shoulder bag looped over one shoulder, and she dug inside it for the keys to the SUV. Emma located the keys, snatched Daphne's paw with her free hand, and steered her towards the front door. "Come on baby," she urged her obviously reluctant charge. She opened the front door and practically had to force the little girl over the threshold. "Do you want to wear your toddler harness and baby reins to the supermarket?" Emma demanded. "I can get them - if you want?" Threatened with being dragged around the supermarket in a toddler harness at the end of a pair of baby reins, Daphne gave up resisting and let herself be ushered outside and into the back seat of the Mercedes SUV. Nanny made sure she was safely buckled into her toddler car seat before climbing behind the wheel. Even though Daphne was frightened of being led around the supermarket in her toddler baby outfit, she wasn't as terrified as the day when Nanny took her to the hair salon. Daphne knew the feminine alterations to her features made it easier for her to pass as a real girl in public, and her diminutive stature and slight frame always made people assume she was much younger than her actual age. If she properly acted the part, hopefully no one would notice - or care, if they did. When Daphne accidentally caught sight of her reflection in a mirror at home during the day, even she had been fooled for a second, thinking, 'Who is that pretty little girl?' - before realising she was unwittingly admiring her own reflected image. Her purple and white satin bondage-frock was also a little longer than most of her baby dresses, falling almost all the way to her droopy nylon- covered crotch. Daphne knew if she was careful, most people wouldn't even see her bulging frilly baby panties - or if they caught a glimpse, they would never suspect she was in nappies. . "I'll let you take out you dum-dums while we're shopping," Nanny conceded as she loosened the carseat restraints in the carpark, "provided you behave yourself for Nanny. Remember - you're just a little girl. Otherwise you can keep your dummy in your mouth for the entire trip." "I'll be a good widdle girl, Nanny," Daphne promised, grateful to have the domineering teen remove the obvious facial symbol of her permanent baby status. With a gin of triumph Emma plucked out Daphne's dum-dums and popped in her handbag, pleased she didn't have to coerce Daphne out of the car or forcibly drag her little girl into the supermarket. The tall blonde smiled when Daphne seemed to forget herself and she started skipping alongside her, clutching her Nanny's much larger hand for support as she tried to skip properly like a little girl - albeit one still in thick nappies. The Nanny suspected watching the little girls on TV while under hypnotic suggestion had actually rubbed off on her big baby. Emma selected a trolley and wheeled it through the entrance, and Daphne released Nanny's hand and clutched the metal side of the trolley the way she'd been taught. For once as they trawled up and down the supermarket aisles, Daphne didn't feel frightened or embarrassed. Yes, many people were glancing her way, most of them middle-aged women, some even stopping to stare - but their smiling faces universally radiated approval. Nanny watched her little girl being watched, and she smiled when she saw the changes in Daphne's body language and posture. Instead of cringing and cowering in shame, Daphne seemed more relaxed, giving off an affected air of unconcern even as she preened like a little Princess. As she artlessly gazed about her, basking in the warmth of those strangers' smiles, she was like a real little girl soaking up the approval of the world around her, confident of her place in society, feeling carefree and attractive. She was a good little helper for Nanny, loading the cart with powder, wipes and disposable diapers, plus the usual dozen jars of toddler food. They did a full tour of the aisles, even though Nanny had already picked up all their shopping. Emma just wanted to show off her big baby girl. Everything seemed fine - until they reached the checkout. There were six cashiers working, and most had two or three customers waiting - almost all women. One line abruptly shortened to one customer and Nanny shoved the trolley forward, almost knocking Daphne from her feet. A dozen women turned their heads to watch the odd pair and most smiled when the bonneted little girl clutching the side of the trolley squealed in alarm and stumbled, almost falling. "Careful, baby!" Nanny chided her clumsy toddler as she became the next customer in line. There was a plump forty-something woman ahead of them, and all her shopping was already loaded on the moving tray. While Daphne and Nanny stood and patiently waited, Emma glanced at the racks of lollies and sweets set there exactly to tempt sugar-craving youngsters like Daphne. She meaningfully tilted her head towards the confectionary display. The little girl caught Nanny's expectant look and she nodded obediently, her little round cheeks turning pink with anticipated embarrassment. "Nanny?" Daphne warbled in her best little-girl voice, fingering one of the colourful cardboard boxes containing 'Snickers' bars. "Yes baby?" "Nanny, can I have a tweat?" Daphne smiled at Nanny entreatingly and batted her long lashes, twisting her body from side to side endearingly, like a normal toddler pleading for treats from her carer. Her flounced satin frock flew up around her waist as she twirled, unintentionally giving everyone a clear view of the little girl's well-packed rumba panties. "That's 'May I have a treat,' you silly baby!" The supercilious Nanny corrected her charge in a voice loud enough to draw the attention of not only the older woman ahead of them and the twenty-year-old checkout chick serving her, but the dozens of bored women waiting in lines to be served. All the women turned to look at the little blonde Princess with the bright pink lips asking for a treat, batting her long black lashes in childish entreaty. The checkout chick and the customer ahead of them couldn't help smiling at Daphne's charming performance. When Nanny corrected her grammar, the little cutie frowned in frustration and danced from one black-patent Maryjane to the other, making the high stiff brim of her juvenile satin bonnet tremble attractively. "Ohh! May I have a tweat, Nanny?" Daphne implored. "Where are your manners, little girl?" Nanny scolded her, wagging her upraised index finger in remonstration. "What about a 'please' and 'thank you'?" "Oh Nanny!" The little girl stamped her heel in annoyance and shrilly added, "Pweathe Nanny, may I have a tweat? Pweathe? Pweathe and fank you, Nanny?" The tall slender blonde drew herself up to her full height and glared down at her petulant demanding charge. "Don't take that tone with me, young lady! No, you may not have a treat! It's too close to dinner time." Instead Emma scrabbled in her handbag and produced Daphne's oversized dummy on the white plastic chain. "Here baby." She stepped closer to her blushing little girl and stuffed the amber rubber teat between her puffy pink lips. "If you want something to chew on, you can chew on your dum- dums! That should keep you quiet for the nonce!" Nanny clipped the dangling chain to the floppy purple bow decorating the collar of Daphne's satin frock and the little girl fell silent - and then she noisily began to suck. Daphne kept her head down but she could hear the women around them tittering and quietly swapping observations. It was all a blur in her pounding red ears. The checkout chick sniggered in amusement and Daphne's watering eyes remained glued to the floor, her face burning with mortification as the wide plastic dummy guard bobbed against her chin. She automatically let out a little drool, shifting the fat teat from side to side to better lubricate her puffy pink lips. The older customer grinned and shook her head in admiration at this impressive display of public discipline. "If only it was that easy to keep mine quiet!" she commented enviously. When Emma looked to her for clarification, the woman explained, "My kids are twelve and ten. Too old to be shut up with a baby soother." "My little Daphne is too old to be needing a baby pacifier, too - but I still make her use one, anyway," Nanny callously informed them. "There's nothing like a bit of dummy-discipline to teach a naughty child a lesson." She stuck her finger through the pink plastic ring of Daphne's bobbing dummy and gave it a gentle teasing tug. "Isn't that right, Baby Daphne?" She used the ring to force Daphne to raise her chin and then nod her head up and down, like she was agreeing with her cruel Nanny. "Yeth Nanny," she parroted for her silent charge, imitating Daphne's sissy-baby voice. The embarrassed big baby bit down and sucked harder on the soothing rubber teat, anxious not to lose her comforting dum-dums now that everyone had already seen it. "That's certainly shut her up," the checkout chick observed with a mean giggle, nodding in approval. She didn't take her eyes off the cowering little girl the whole time she was scanning their shopping, although the expression on her face made it clear to Daphne that she knew for whom all the baby items were intended. The humiliated baby sucked harder on her dum-dums, trying to avoid the teenager's contemptuous gaze as she bagged their groceries. As Daphne was helping Nanny wheel the trolley out to the car, Emma beamed at her downcast sissy baby in delight. "Good baby! That was quite a convincing performance you gave at the checkout today, little girl! Good girl! Nanny is very impressed! I think I'll give you an extra ten carrots for that! I'll mark it on the board when we get home, alright?" The little girl's frown vanished in a heartbeat and she beamed up at her tall Nanny in gratitude. When they returned home, Daphne had to bring in the bags of groceries from the car and put everything away, as usual. She was quick as a fox when she darted out to the car Nanny left parked in the driveway, grabbing some bags from the boot and scurrying inside - hopefully before any of the neighbours caught sight of her. It was almost five o'clock and the first wave of commuters were making their way home. Daphne gave a sigh of relief when she took the last bags from the car and slammed the boot. As she carried them up the front path, a neighbour's car drove into her street and turned into the driveway opposite, the bright headlights lighting up the opening garage door and reflecting across the road. Daphne leapt inside to avoid the beams like they were lasers. She slammed the front door behind her with her heel, clutching the shopping bags to her bosom and squeaking in terror. Daphne unpacked the groceries and put everything away, and when she backed out of the pantry Nanny was standing there. "Are you wet, baby," she solicitously inquired. Emma didn't bother waiting for a response and slipped her hand under the front of Daphne's slithering frock. She felt the front and crotch of her rumba panties first, checking for the tell- tale patches of warmth. Unsure, Emma reached her other hand under Daphne's flared frock and pulled aside the waistband of her baby panties. The little girl spread her feet wider for balance as she helpfully flexed her knees slightly and poked out her padded crotch at Nanny. Emma smiled at her well-trained charge as she slid her fingers down the front of Daphne's nappy inside her baby panties. The outer cloth layer was only a little damp between her thighs, so the Nanny was fairly certain this one should last her hopeless little panty-wetter until after dinner. She decided to make a healthy salad for both of them and feed her little girl her din-dins - as a treat for being so good. Jane arrived home from work while Nanny was finishing feeding Daphne in the highchair. "Hi girls!" she cried in greeting as she let herself in. "Mummy's home!" "Mummy!" Daphne squealed excitedly, accidentally spraying Nanny's athletic sweatshirt with masticated lettuce, avocado and cream dressing, and making the tall teen snarl. "Oopthie! Thowwy Nanny!" "There's my special little girl!" Jane sang as she strode into the kitchen on her click-clacking high heels. Her beautiful face lit up at the sight of the excited little girl in the highchair, despite her avocado-encrusted smile. It was obvious Daphne was thrilled to see her Mummy. Rather than risk dirtying her face, Jane stepped to the side of the highchair and kissed her excited little girl on top of her curl- covered head. "Careful, sweetie! Don't touch Mummy's work clothes." Jane backed out of the baby's limited reach and went to the fridge to pour herself a glass of wine. "How are you, Emma?" she politely inquired. "And how's my little girl been today? Did Baby Daphne behave herself?" "I'm fine," the Nanny replied shortly, knowing her employer was less than interested in her welfare. "Your big baby girl has been very good today, as a matter of fact." "Is that so?" Jane inquired with a pleased smile, and Emma nodded. "She did all her chores today, she did quite well at ballet practice, and she was such a good little helper for Nanny at the supermarket this afternoon." Jane's arched eyebrows climbed her forehead in astonishment, and she patted one of Daphne's satin-clad shoulders. "You took Daphne to the supermarket this afternoon? Dressed like this?" "Well, she wasn't wearing her bib for the trip - although she was wearing her pretty pink-and-white satin bonnet." This evening's bib simply read; 'Mummy's Baby Girl,' the inscription barely discernible through the layers of hollandaise sauce, mashed egg and avocado. "I didn't put her bib on her till we got back to the car - and I only made her suck her dummy while we were waiting to check out," the Nanny reported, smiling at the memory. Jane shook her head in disbelief, even as her red-lipped smile grew impossibly wide. "Did my baby girl put up much fuss, Nanny?" Emma grimaced and shook her head. "Nope. She was pretty good, actually - and she gave a charming little performance at the checkout, too, let me tell you!" Jane looked intrigued and couldn't help glancing at the whiteboard. She looked impressed with the number of carrots Daphne had earned, then asked, "Were there many other people there?" "Dozens! Mostly women, but a couple of guys were waiting in line, too," the Nanny clarified. "And everybody got to see her clinging to the side of my trolley as we did a complete tour of the supermarket." "Did anyone comment? What did other people say?" Jane asked, intrigued. "Did anyone in the supermarket say anything?" Again Emma shook her head in denial, shrugging her shoulders. "Not really. A couple of women thought it was a great idea making her suck a dummy to shut her up, though. I think most people tended to see Daphne as a pre-teen girl - admittedly a very juvenile pre-teen girl, but a little girl nonetheless." She reached under the tray and flipped up the front of Daphne's satin frock. "Her bondage-frock is long enough that most people couldn't see she was diapered. Most people, anyway. It was pretty anti- climactic, really." "Oh." Jane actually sounded disappointed. Then she shrugged her shoulders dismissively. "Oh well. I'm going upstairs to shower and change. When you've finished feeding the baby, clean her face and hands and you can head home, Em. Okay?" The Nanny looked both surprised and pleased to be given an early mark, asking, "Do you want me to give her a bottle first, and change Daphne for bed?" "No, I'll take care of it," Jane generously offered. She hadn't let her little girl nurse on her teats for days - since last Sunday, as a matter of fact - and her breasts felt much bigger than normal, and unusually firm. Her sensitive nipples stiffened at the thought of Daphne sucking on them, and they felt oddly tender and puffy brushing against the satin cups of her bra. Mummy tossed her grubby-faced little girl a fond smile. "I want to spend a bit of time tonight with my precious Baby Daphne, Nanny. Remember, I'm taking her to Mum's tomorrow morning, and I'm going to be away all weekend." She pointed to the tall teenager. "I won't see you again till next week, Em." The Nanny smiled and nodded. "That's right. Okay, you go and shower. I'll say goodbye now. I'll finish up here and let myself out, and I'll catch up with you on Monday evening. Okay?" "Sounds like a plan. I'll see you next week. Bye, Nanny. Back soon, little girl." Jane marched out of the kitchen in her towering red stilettos and headed upstairs. When Emma finished spooning the messy chicken and avocado salad into her little girl's mouth, she wiped up the inevitable smears of green goo and cleaned the messy tray. She tossed the soapy washcloth in the sink, wiped her hands dry, and unclipped Daphne's filthy bib. She relaced it with a clean one immediately, and the little girl straightened it over her bosom and patted it flat. This one told the world she was 'Mummy's Little Diaper Girl.' Nanny smiled at her little girl's unconsciously feminine actions as she collected her handbag and her keys. "Right, I'm off," she told the little girl in the highchair with the shining pink cheeks. "I'll be coming over to your Nanna's on Sunday morning to pick you up and bring you home. Alright, Baby Daphne?" "Yeth Nanny," the little girl replied. "G'bye, Nanny." "See ya!" Daphne heard Nanny let herself out and lock the door behind her, and she settled back in her highchair to wait for Mummy. She eyed the oversized pacifier lying on the kitchen bench nearby - but out of reach - wishing she'd asked Nanny to give it to her before she left. She missed the comfort of a satisfying teat filling her mouth, and she aimlessly plucked at the Broderie Anglaise lace around the outer edge of her bib. Jane wandered downstairs about twenty minutes later looking pink-cheeked and glowing after her hot shower, her short satin robe belted about her waist. She was barefoot and her tawny locks were tied back in a simple high ponytail, and she smiled languidly at the big baby in the highchair as she prepared one of Daphne's oversized bottles of milk. Daphne thought Mummy looked gorgeous, even without a scrap of make-up, and she smelled delicious! Jane heated the plastic bottle in the microwave, opening the door when the whirring box went 'ping.' Jane held up the full bottle, pinching closed the Nuk No. 4 teat and turning the plastic vessel upside- down, shaking it to evenly distribute the warmth. She placed the bottle on the bench, picked up the dummy and chain and attached it to the baby's fresh bib. She raised the tray to the side, unfastened Daphne's restraints and helped her clamber down. "Come with Mummy, baby," she crooned, holding her little girl's hand and leading her upstairs. Daphne stuffed the adult-sized rubber teat between her lips and sucked on the satisfying baby soother with obvious relish as she followed Mummy upstairs. Jane released Daphne's hand when they reached the landing and she padded into her bedroom without glancing back. Daphne of course paused in the doorway to Mummy's room. "Pweathe may I come into your bedwoom, Mummy?" she politely asked, making Jane smile and nod in approval. "Good girl! Come in, sweetie. Come here to Mummy. Put your foot up here, sweetie." She made her little girl put one foot after the other on the chair in front of the vanity unit while she unbuckled her glossy black patent Maryjanes, and Daphne slipped her feet out of the shiny little- girl shoes and thoughtfully slid them under the seat out of Mummy's way. Jane turned away from her baby and loosened her satin robe, letting it slither from her shoulders as she approached the king-size bed. It fell to the floor in her wake to reveal a tiny pair of red satin bikini panties, the shimmering rear stretched taut over her curvaceous big bottom. Daphne felt a gush of saliva spurt from her lips, making the back of the dummy guard sloppy and wet. Out of the baby's sight, Jane cupped and cradled her firm teats in wonder, weighing them in her palms They'd never felt so heavy, swollen and tender. Her thimble-sized nipples practically ached to be sucked! Daphne watched Mummy climb onto the bed with hungry eyes. Jane crawled up towards the stacked pillows at the head end, and the entranced baby sucked harder on her dum-dums as she watched those delectable fleshy cheeks wobble and sway inside the clinging satin lingeie. Then Mummy turned around and leaned her back against the pillows, and Daphne forgot all about Mummy's beautiful bottom. Her massive breasts swayed and jiggled attractively, flattening slightly and parting to the sides as Jane lay back. Daphne thought Mummy's gorgeous titties looked bigger than ever, so round and full and ripe! Her stiffening russet caps were crinkling erect in readiness and Mummy smiled enticingly at her little girl and patted the doona beside her. "Come here, baby," Jane urged her excited toddler in syrupy tones. "Crawl up here beside Mummy and you can have a lovely nurse from Mummy's breast." Daphne felt the silver clittie-cage bite as she obeyed, climbing onto Mummy's high bed and crawling up next to her voluptuous frame. "Mummy?" "Yes baby?" "Mummy, may I pweathe pway wif my cwittie tonight? Pweathe Mummy? Pwetty pweathe?" Daphne begged in her politest little-girl voice. Her purple and white satin frock slithered liquidly around her waist, the flowing folds falling between her outstretched arms as she crawled up the big bed towards Mummy. Jane looked startled, then her face split in a wide grin. "I don't have the key, baby," she reminded her hopeful little girl, chuckling when Daphne's face fell. "Only Uncle Jake and Nanna have the keys, sweetie. Remember? Jake is away till tomorrow night, and I'm not calling your Nanna now to ask her to race over, just so my silly baby girl can masturbate! No way! Come here to Mummy, darling." Disappointed, Daphne lay sideways across the bed, resting her head in Mummy's fragrant lap, her smooth shapely thighs so warm against her cheek. From this position, Mummy's huge breasts filled Daphne's entire field of view. Jane massaged the heavy orbs with both hands, stroking the firm flesh down towards her prominent nipples and complaining, "My tits feel a bit sore tonight. And hard! Feel them, baby." They looked even larger when Daphne's little hands replaced her Mummy's, and she gently massaged the hard flesh, stroking downwards like Mummy showed her, softly kneading the full heavy globes and making the thimble- sized russet caps stick out even more. The delectable sight made Daphne's mouth overflow with saliva. "You've got lots of carrots saved up on the board, sweetie," Jane cooed. "If you make Mummy happy tonight, I'll ask Nanna to let you out of your clittie-cage tomorrow at her place. Alright? Then you can have a lovely long play with your useless little clittie, and do lots of big-girl squirties in your yucky nap-naps. Wouldn't you like that?" "Yeth Mummy. Fank you, Mummy." Despite the cutting pain in her groin, Daphne couldn't wait to get her lips around one of those succulent buds. Mummy shifted about for a few seconds, making herself comfortable - and making her massive breasts jiggle enticingly inches from Daphne's drooling lips. The hungry baby spat out her dum-dums in readiness, her puffy pink lips opening and closing hungrily, puckered and waiting. She sighed in relief when Mummy cradled her right breast in her cupped right palm and steered the thick bumpy nipple between her little girl's eagerly-parted lips. Jane rearranged the pillows behind her back to support her, making herself more comfortable. "Mmm! Ohh!" Jane moaned in arousal when her baby greedily latched on, drawing hard on the sensitive tip. "Oh baby! Mmm! Good girl!" It was like there was direct connection from her swollen nipple to her clit, and a surge of sexual electricity flashed from one to the other. Jane rubbed her upper thighs together under her baby's head, enjoying the moist slick feel of her lubricating kitten. She released her heavy breast and Daphne wrapped both her little hands around the huge fleshy orb, her curled fingers gently pummelling and kneading the firm tissue in an accurate imitation of a breastfeeding infant. Mummy's skin felt silky-soft despite the unusually turgid tissue beneath, and she smelled (and tasted) delightfully fresh after her recent shower. The little girl snuffled and mewled in pleasure as she sucked the swollen nipple halfway down her throat, her tongue repeatedly laving the bumpy tip and her jaw rhythmically pumping against the underside of the cushiony mammary. "Mmm! That's it," Mummy encouraged her nursing child in silken tones. "Have a good feed, sweetie." Jane's head fell back on the pillows and she let her eyes drift closed, sighing in pleasure. "Mmm! You suck nice and hard, baby. Mmm! Good girl!" Daphne loved nursing from Mummy's magnificent breasts, and she had to continually fight against becoming aroused. She tried to suppress her sexual feelings, concentrating on nursing properly like a good little baby should. Suck, suck, suck and swallow - suck, suck, suck and swallow. Her little fingers kept pumping and kneading, pressing more firmly against Mummy's sensitive flesh as the feeding child gained confidence. Despite Daphne's best intentions, the clittie ring kept biting. She whimpered in pain, her suction grip faltering for a moment and making her slobber noisily against Mummy's beautiful boosie. "Keep nursing, sweetie," Jane throatily commanded, but when she opened her eyes and glanced down at the oversized infant vigorously suckling at her breast, she noticed a stream of watery milky liquid leaking from the corner of the baby's mouth. It was running down between her baby's cheek and her full heaving breast. "What!" Jane rudely ripped her nipple from the baby's mouth to examine the bumpy red tip, gasping at the pain. Her nipple looked like it had swollen to twice normal size, and Daphne stared at the tip in astonishment, lips puckered and searching. She whimpered and screwed up her face in disappointment when Jane roughly pushed her away, letting her head fall back in Mummy's lap. She watched in fascination as Mummy wrapped her fingers and thumb around the base of her meaty breast and she squeezed hard, milking the pliable tissue towards the swollen red nipple. Jane squeezed the tender sensitive mammary much harder than Daphne would ever have dared. A few drops of watery milk seeped out of the bumpy tip and a spellbound Daphne hungrily licked her lips. "Shit!" Jane exclaimed in consternation. "Is that milk?" She moved her hand and milked the breast tissue towards her nipple again, and this time a thin squirt of milk erupted from the russet tip. Daphne watched Mummy collect some droplets on her fingertips and bring them to her lips, tasting it and confirming her suspicions. "It is milk! Holy shit, I'm lactating!" Daphne licked up the droplets of milk Mummy had accidentally squirted across her face and puckered her lips hopefully, aiming for the seeping red nipple. Jane defensively covered her leaking teat with her cupped palm. "Wait! Wait a minute! How long? Since when have you been getting milk out of my breasts?" she demanded. "I don't know, Mummy," Daphne hesitantly replied, looking puzzled. "I didn't weally know you had any milk." She whimpered in pain and screwed up her face when the cruel ring savaged her swelling clittie again. The thought of sucking breastmilk out of Mummy's beautiful titties had always been a favourite fantasy of Daphne's. "Couldn't you taste it?" Jane demanded incredulously, and she was surprised when Daphne shook her head in denial. Her tight platinum curls bobbed femininely around her earnest little face. "I wathn't sure," the little girl cautiously admitted. "Thometimeth there'th tho much thaliva in my mouth when you let me nurthe, I'm not sure what I'm thwallowing," she tried to explain. Jane shook her head in wonder. "Well I'll be buggered," she muttered to herself as she eased the dripping teat back between her little girl's writhing lips. "Mum was right!" She gave a cry of pleasure/pain at the renewed urgency of Daphne's suckling, but Jane could have sworn she could feel the milk letting down this time, squirting from her nipple and filling her baby girl's suctioning mouth. Despite her trepidation, Jane felt a surge of maternal pride - as well as a warm glow in her juicy kitten. She was actually breastfeeding her baby from her body, from her breasts - like all good mothers are supposed to do. Her nipples tingled in pleasure and her kitten grew hotter and wetter. She let Daphne nurse for about fifteen minutes on her right breast before sliding the tip of her index finger between the little girl's lips, her red oval nail breaking the suction seal. Jane used the finger in Daphne's mouth to steer her little girl's slobbering lips to her left nipple, and she was amazed to see there were a couple of drops of milk beading the swollen tip before the baby hungrily latched on. The stimulus of having her right breast sucked nice and hard had caused her supply of milk to let down in the left. She helped massage the milk towards her throbbing nipple for a minute before letting the baby take over, and her right hand slid down between their bodies towards her dripping kitten. Having Daphne suckle on her nipples always excited her, but knowing she was actually feeding her overgrown infant was an added turn-on for Jane. She stroked her dripping slit through the slick satin front of her tight red bikini panties, and when her fingertips ventured between her thighs, she could feel the cotton gusset getting wetter and wetter. She let Daphne feed for about ten or twelve minutes, but finally she could stand it no more. Jane forced Daphne's lips away from her tender throbbing nipple and she pushed the gasping little girl off her lap, forcibly rolling Daphne onto her back on the bed. Giving the submissive sissy no time to object, Jane tore off her damp red knickers and flipped onto her hands and knees facing her baby, straddling the milk-stained cheeks of her gasping little girl. No instructions were required. Daphne already had her wet pink tongue fully extended as Mummy's steamy opening covered her face. Jane's fragrant juicy lips pressed against her cheeks as Mummy let her weight rest on her face, and she slid the tip of her tongue inside her fragrant garden. "Ohh!" Jane moaned, and she twined her fingers in Daphne's tight ringlets. When she had a secure grip, she pulled up hard, cramming the little girl's lips against her swollen labia. Daphne plunged her little tongue inside Mummy's wetness, as far as she could reach, then she tried to widen her tongue as much as possible, stretching apart the dripping pink walls. She was pleased when Mummy shuddered and groaned in pleasure, then the little girl returned to lapping at her swollen hard clit. She alternated between plunging her tongue in and out of Mummy's steamy wetness for a few seconds with furiously lapping Mummy's engorging clit, until Mummy shifted her weight backwards slightly, rolling her hips forward and down, and forcing the little girl to focus her energy on her throbbing love-button. Obeying the unspoken instructions, Daphne vigorously massaged Jane's sensitive clit with the flat of her wet pink tongue, although her manoeuvrability was limited by the crushing weight of Mummy s jolting pelvis slamming on top of her face. Jane squeezed and massaged her teats as she rode her baby's face, and she was pleased the heavy orbs felt much softer now - more normal - although she spied droplets of watery milk seeping from both nipples. The sight of her leaking tits actually thrilled her, driving her to greater heights of passion. "Yes! Oh Yes! Yes baby! Yeeesssss!" She slammed her pubic bone so violently against Daphne's face, it was a wonder she didn't break the little girl's top front teeth. Caught up in her climax, she unintentionally squeezed her sensitive breasts extra hard. Jane gasped in amazement at the milk squirting from her swollen red nipples, like it had been shot from twin water pistols. "Oh God! Oh God! Oh Go-o-odddd! The sight of her lactating teats visibly squirting triggered a second, noisier, more intense orgasm, and Jane rode poor Daphne's face like a jockey determined to win at any cost. Mummy threw back her head and howled in ecstasy, bouncing and jerking on top of her little girl's tongue for a minute or two, before sliding down from the glorious peak and letting her weight slump on Daphne's face. Jane sat there panting breathlessly for half a minute or so, her eyes closed in wonder and her whole body twitching and jerking from the aftershocks. It was only when Daphne began to jerk and shake, whimpering in muffled protest, that Jane realised she was smothering her little one. With a reluctant sigh she knelt up, separating her dripping opening from her little girl's sticky cheeks and swollen lips with an erotic wet sucking sound. Daphne lay there open-mouthed, panting for breath as Mummy dismounted and crawled back up the bed, rolling onto her back and flopping back against the pillows for a moment of well-deserved rest. Jane couldn't believe the intensity of her orgasms, and she wondered if her milking breasts had anything to do with helping her reach new heights of ecstasy. Jane wiped up the twin trails of watery milk dribbling down her belly with a grimace of distaste. She didn't really want to be bothered with the unpleasant side-effects of breastfeeding. She'd heard all about the inconveniences of leaking nipples, cracked nipples or mastitis from her sister and a few friends. She didn't want to have to stuff absorbent pads in the cups of her sexy bras. But she loved the way her firm tits currently stood up and out, so full and round and heavy. She knew her magnificent mammaries drew the eyes of every man she met, and Jane had noticed they'd been getting a lot more attention lately. Plus her orgasms recently had been absolutely mind-blowing! "Is it something to do with my tits lactating?' she wondered. 'Perhaps breastfeeding alters my hormone levels?' She promised herself she'd look it up online as soon as she'd put her baby down for the night. Speaking of which.... "That was lovely, little girl," Mummy praised her panting baby in saccharine toddler tones. "You made Mummy very happy. Good baby! Such a good little girl for Mummy!" Despite the pain in her clittie, Daphne had to smile in appreciation at Mummy's kind words of praise. She licked up the tangy juices coating her lips and chin, as far as her little pink tongue would reach. Jane smiled at the sight as she levered herself off the pillows and rolled to the side of the bed. She stood up on legs that were still trembling and pulled on her damp red knickers with a grimace of distaste. She wanted to jump straight under a hot shower, but she slipped on her shortie satin robe instead and turned back to the little girl lying on her back on the bed, her rosy cheeks glistening with Mummy's juices. "Up we hop, baby," Mummy crooned, holding out her hand. "It's time for Mummy to change that wet nappy and put her little girl to beddy-byes. Come on!" To be continued in chapter 21. Dear reader, please take two minutes to hit the 'review' link at the end of this story. It's really discouraging to know that over a thousand people have read the last chapter, but only five bothered to leave a review. If you've been enjoying this naught sissy-baby tale, please let me know. I crave feedback like mother's milk. Baby Jennie