Jennie's Potty-Training

by Baby Jennie

  

Chapter 3. Justine the Babysitter

When I awoke Sunday morning and saw the pink painted bars surrounding me, I didn't even bother to try and hold in my wee-wees. I lay on my back in the crib and relaxed with a sigh of resignation, letting the hot stream freely gush into my already damp diaper. I figured it would be better to have Mummy change me when she let me out of the crib first thing, rather than sitting in a soggy cooling nappy while eating breakfast locked in the highchair. I began to enjoy the familiar warmth as my hot wee-wees flowed across my tummy and trickled in rivulets around my peenie and sack, and then giggled in spite of my odd situation. The hot stream tickled as it ran down between my sensitive botty cheeks, eventually soaking into the thirsty terry nappies pinned snugly around me. But the warm wet nappy was somehow comforting around my crotch and bottom, and as the sweet ammonia smell crept up to my nose, I must have drifted back to sleep. Some time later Mummy waltzed into our Nursery and woke up Angie first, then let down the side rail of my crib with a clatter that brought me groggily awake. Mummy loudly announced that today we would dress Angie first, as she patted my warm wet bottom and lifted me down from the cot.

Since it was Sunday, the whole family would be attending church as usual. I again had the honour of being 'Mummy's little helper,' and assisted in changing Angie's wet and slightly poop-stained cloth night nappy. Mummy expertly cleaned up my messy sister's dirty bottom and crotch while I held the nappy sack open for her to dump the smelly wipes inside. I was surprised when I felt another hot stream suddenly fill my cooling wet nappy with fresh warmth, as I hadn't even realised I needed to go. But I tried not to let Mummy know I was soaking myself like a baby as I stood quietly beside her, and just spread my thighs a little wider to give the thick crotch of my droopy warm nappy more room to absorb my hot fresh wetties.

After I helped spread the pleasantly perfumed talcum powder over Angie's front and back crease, she was taped into a fresh pink disposable diaper. This was covered with some tight pearlescent-pink plastic panties, followed by her white, ruffle-bottomed ribbed tights. Mummy then dressed her in a cute white layered petticoat and then a long-sleeved, lavender cotton, Empire-line dress, both of which barely covered her protruding frill-laden bottom. Finally my sister wore a pair of shiny black patent leather T-strap shoes, which Mummy fastened with tiny gold buckles. If past experience of our matching outfits was any indication, I didn't like the look of this! When Angie was fully dressed, Mummy ordered me to hop up on the changing table so I could have my wet nappies changed. How did she know I was wet this morning? She hadn't performed her usual wetness-check. After a thorough wipe-down, followed by oil and powder, I was pinned into the usual two thick cloth nappies with some shiny pearlescent-pink vinyl panties pulled over the top. I looked down at the huge fluffy nappies pinned tightly over my hips and whined in annoyance, daring to ask; "Mummy? Why can't I wear a disposable diaper today, like Angie?"

It occurred to me what I was requesting, as Mummy helped me sit up; like I would really be happier wearing disposable diapers instead of cloth nappies. Mummy condescendingly explained that a bigger baby like me normally needed the extra protection offered by the thicker, more absorbent cloth nappies, and added; "I also want to make it very evident to Angie that her new baby sister always has her nappies on, even under her pretty dresses." Mummy selected another larger pair of white ribbed tights from a plastic bag on top of the dresser, and started sliding them on my feet and lower legs. After she had them fitted them on my feet and smoothed them up to my knees, she told me to hop down from the table. She then pulled them up the rest of the way with great difficulty over my thickly diapered rear. Across the seat rippled layer upon layer of elaborate frilly white lace ruffles sewn to my tights.

Seeing where this was headed, I hesitantly asked her: "Mummy? You aren't going to make me wear a dress to Church like Angie, are you?" Silence. "You can't make me!" I muttered almost defiantly.

Calmly Mummy responded, "You have a choice, dear. You can either wear a pretty dress like your sister, or we can take you to Church dressed only in these frilly tights over your nappies and pink baby panties. Which is it to be, baby?" Talk about a choice! With my bottom lip protruding again, I reluctantly agreed that I would wear a dress. She disappeared into the Nursery walk-in closet and produced a new, snow-white nylon petticoat in my size, with three layers of stiff tulle underskirts edged with lavish lace trim. For one horrifying moment I thought she was bringing out one of the ballerina tutus I had tried on at my neighbour Sally's house. She lives in the house behind ours with her two kid sisters, and they had a huge closet full of dress-up play clothes, including several old tutus. But I was almost certain Mummy didn't know about the pretend 'ballet lessons' at Sally's place last year. They only happened a few times, anyway. But then I realised the new frothy petticoat was just the same as Angelica's, and the knot of tension in my stomach gradually unwound.

"Hold your arms up honey, so I can slip this over your head first," Mummy smoothly ordered. When the silky bodice of the petticoat had slithered liquidly into place, she returned to the closet and produced a brand-new, little girl's lavender cotton dress in my size. It had a wide white Peter Pan collar, and wrist-length puffy sleeves trimmed with white lace. Once again with my arms compliantly raised in the air, Mummy gently lowered the dress over my head, guiding my hands through the tight elastic-cuffed sleeves. The hemline barely fell past my mid-thighs, and flared out in all directions because of the stiff petties underneath. When the full skirt had softly settled into place over my bouncing petticoat, she fastened what seemed like a dozen tiny buttons up the back of the dress, all the way to the nape of my neck.

There was a wide dark purple satin sash sewn across the breast, with long pieces dangling down either side. Mummy collected the shiny purple ends, drew them tightly together and tied them in a large floppy bow behind my back, making my short dress ride up even higher. She then tied some long purple satin ribbons around my freshly braided pigtails, to match the shiny sash. Finally a brand-new pair of classic little girl's, glossy black patent shoes were fitted on my feet, and the thin straps buckled across my insteps to secure them. It didn't surprise me to discover the gleaming Maryjanes fitted my petite feet perfectly, and somehow made them look even smaller and daintier than usual. Standing back, Mummy then critically inspected me, looking unmistakably pleased with my feminised juvenile appearance. "Oh baby, you really do make the prettiest little girl!" Mummy exclaimed with a delighted smile. "You and Angie look just darling together in your matching lavender frocks. I'm going to dress for church now, so you 'girls' go wait in the living room. Don't muss your hair, and mind you keep those pretty dresses clean!" I was tired of being called a girl, but let it slide. I took Angie's hand and we obediently toddled into the living room hand-in-hand. When Daddy spied us, he let out an appreciative wolf whistle and told us how gorgeous we both looked. Of course Angie enjoyed all the attention immensely, and her happy smile was very infectious.

About twenty minutes later Mummy waltzed into the room wearing a lavender dress similar to ours, but much more mature in design. Now I was part of a mother-daughter-'daughter' look-alike set! We all walked out to the car and Daddy drove us to church, with me feverishly worrying every minute of the short journey. I only knew a few people at our church, and fervently prayed I wouldn't meet any of them at today's service as Daddy parked his silver Ford. I was so nervous, I started wetting my nappy as soon as I was lifted out of the back seat, the scalding hot wee-wees pouring uncontrollably out of my peenie as Mummy dragged me along by one hand. As it turned out, I needn't have worried so much. Mummy took Angie's hand too, and escorted us around the back to the rectory, to a huge carved oak door with 'Kindergarten Nursery' written on a sheet of paper pinned to the front. Mummy spoke quietly for a short time with one of the two old women who were apparently in charge, and then came back and informed us that she would return when the service was over. That's when I found out that I was supposed to remain with the 'five-year-olds and under' in the Church Nursery! Considering my current state of dress, it was probably a preferable option than attending normal Sunday school with kids my own age. There were already about a dozen small children scattered about the spacious sunny room, most of whom appeared to be wearing nappies like Angie and me.

I quickly sat down on the carpeted floor with Angie and a couple of two or three-year-old girls, and started listlessly playing with some dolls. There was nothing much else to do, and I was trying to avoid attracting any unwanted attention. I didn't realise that when I crawled around on the floor like the other little girls, the back of my short dress rode up over my stiff petties, so everyone could easily see my big diapered bottom bulging distinctly beneath the clinging stretchy ruffled tights. One little girl whose name I think was Tracy, asked me why I was so big and still wearing nappies? I felt my cheeks blush warmly with embarrassment and mumbled that I was only four years old, and she looked confused. When I determinedly ignored her and continued playing with my dolly, she thankfully toddled away. It helps that kids her age are not so bright.

While I was still kneeling on the floor, a beautiful slender girl who appeared to be around fifteen or sixteen, walked into the Nursery like she owned the place. I later found out Justine was a regular volunteer assistant at the church, but when the striking teenager first spotted me, her delicate arched eyebrows rose abruptly and she tossed back her waist-length mane of dark red hair. She strode over to me at once and quietly demanded to know what a big girl like me was doing here in the Nursery with the pre-schoolers and toddlers. Her big brown eyes sparkled attractively and her full bosom heaved distractingly beneath the silky white chemise she wore under her prim pink jacket. How was I going to explain to a girl maybe only two or three years older than me, that I was really a teenage boy dressed like a toddler girl and wearing wet nappies? Could I hide the fact that I was a boy? Maybe she would just think I was retarded, or something.

"I… I… I'm with my sister, Angie. That's Angie over there," I squeaked in stuttering terror, pointing to my little sister sitting nearby cradling a dolly. I was surprised when the attractive girl turned back and smiled warmly down at me, her gorgeous face lighting up like a Christmas tree. I remained on my hands and knees and stared up at her in silence, entranced by her beauty. Her eyes were like two huge chocolate pools fringed by impossibly-long black lashes, her smiling pink-painted mouth full and inviting.

"How cute! You girls look like twins. What's your name, darling?" she asked me, squatting beside my kneeling form so I could almost see up her short pink skirt. With effort I dragged my eyes away from that fascinating sight to look her in the face, even as I felt my peenie stiffen within the warm wet folds of my diaper. I hadn't even thought about answering that question!

"Je- Jer- Jennie," I stammered and stumbled softly. I certainly couldn't tell her my name was Jeremy!

"Jennie? That's a pretty name. But I see you are still diapered, and at your age! Let me check your nappy to see if you need changing, sweetie." Before I had a chance to react, the beautiful young woman reached behind me and expertly flipped up the back of my dress and petties. She swiftly tugged down the rear of my lace-lavished tights to my mid-thighs, exposing my shiny pink baby panties to the entire room. She slid her fingers through one of the lace-trimmed leg holes to probe the crotch of my drooping diaper, and not only did she feel my wet nappy, but she also accidentally discovered my balls! Her big brown eyes flew wide and her lush pink mouth fell open in shock before she quickly withdrew her hand. "You're a boy!" she declared in a stunned hushed voice, before she automatically raised her hand to her face and sniffed the unmistakable aroma of fresh urine on her fingertips. "And you're wet, too!" She dragged me awkwardly to my feet and pulled up my tights, and then shepherded me away from the other little girls. She led me waddling wetly off to an empty tea-room to explain myself. She walked me past a worn bare kitchen bench and then turned, casually leaning her plump pink-clad derriere against the back of an old grey three-seater lounge.

When she was certain we were alone, she made me tell her my name was really Jeremy and that I was actually thirteen years old, and I was being forced by my cruel parents to help potty-train my little sister Angelica. The gorgeous teenager told me her name was Justine, and after hearing my terrible story she laughed, but promised she would keep my shameful secret from the other children. Her dark brown eyes glittered with merriment and her normally pale cheeks flushed prettily as I concluded my tale of woe, but she hastened to assure me afterwards that I made "quite the convincing little girl! You really do make a pretty cute girl, you know?" She said she'd initially assumed I was around six or seven years old, but still way too old to be playing with the other toddlers in the Nursery. Justine grinned when she asked me about how it felt to be wearing and wetting nappies, and I told her I didn't like it. But then she wanted to know how I felt about wearing girl's clothes, and I didn't know how to reply. She was extremely curious about my feminised 'situation' and strangely, asked me more than once if I secretly enjoyed wearing such pretty dresses. I blushed and hesitated to answer, as I didn't want to admit my true feelings.

Instead we chatted about other things; her sick mother, her often-absent father, and the difficulty of being the eldest of three girls. She mentioned that she hoped I would be coming back next week to the Church Nursery, and I replied I thought that was probably likely. She smiled at me when I suddenly fell silent and went still. I think she knew I was wetting my nappy because before I finished peeing, she grinned knowingly and boldly lifted the front of my brief lavender frock and my frothy petticoat up over my tummy. She noisily patted the droopy front of my sagging nappies through my tights and baby panties, smiling at my embarrassed confusion when she commented on how warm and soggy they felt. My little peenie started to grow harder under her firm hand, snaking erotically into the warm wet cloth as she crisply patted my nappy front, her cupped fingers on my damp plastic panties repeatedly making that distinctive wet smacking sound.

"Ooo! You're so wet, Jennie! What a wet little baby girl you are! I think we'd better tell your Mummy to send a change of nappies for you on your next visit, Baby Jennie!" She dimpled attractively as my red face grew even hotter, but she continued to caress my growing hardness through my baby panties and warm wet nappies with quick, crisp, affectionate loud slaps. I froze in place, too excited to move away from her thrilling hand while I gazed up at this smiling beauty in open-mouthed wonder. She dropped the front of my dress back in place with a start when Angie skipped in and found us, and straightened my hem and petticoats with a guilty expression. My sister sweetly begged us to join her doll's tea-party, and Justine immediately agreed we would, casting a sly smile in my direction. "Come along, Baby Jennie," she sang as she took my hand, and my sister looked askance at me.

My cheeks flushed warmly under Angelica's frank inquisitive gaze, but thankfully she made no comment on my new name, before turning and hurrying ahead of us into the main room. Justine led me slowly toddling outside to join my sister and her new friends, and I was grateful my billowing lavender dress and petties were long enough to conceal the tenting front of my tights. Justine was grinning like stoned Cheshire cat as she introduced me as 'Baby Jennie' to the three little girls gathered around the low white table set with hot-pink plastic cups and saucers. My pleased sister merely smiled contentedly when I didn't object to my new name, although I could feel my cheeks were still flushed pink with embarrassment. Justine handed me the infant doll I'd been playing with earlier, and I tried to talk and behave exactly like Angie and the other little girls, so no one would think I was too weird.

When the church service finally concluded, Mummy thankfully came to collect her two babies. I blushed and dropped my gaze when the beautiful Justine told Mummy she suspected her bigger baby had absolutely soaked her nappies. But Mummy didn't seem at all surprised by the astute teen's keen observation, and simply reached under my dress and petties and pressed her cupped palm against the drooping crotch of my tights. Mummy pushed up with her hand and assessed the warm wet weight of my nappy, and while my cheeks burned with humiliation, she judged that I didn't need changing yet. She seemed non-committal when the forward young woman boldly suggested Mummy might like to bring a change of nappies for her bigger baby next time. As we departed, I shyly waved goodbye to Justine and some of the little girls with whom I had enjoyed playing. Mummy glanced oddly at me when some of the friendlier little girls waved back at us and yelled, "Goodbye, Angie! Goodbye, Baby Jennie!" But thankfully she made no comment as I ducked away from her appraising stare. Things hadn't turned out as badly as I feared, thank goodness! Although I was concerned when Mummy asked if I was going to take home the dolly I was holding. I was stunned to realise I had been clutching a small diapered infant doll to my breast, completely unaware she was still cradled in my arms.

Mummy chuckled at my crestfallen expression as she gently took the doll from my hands. "It's all right, baby," she crooned in saccharine baby talk as though to calm me. "Mummy will buy you a baby dolly all of your very own, if you really want one that badly." I blushed furiously and bit my lip to stifle a retort, and kept my humiliated gaze on the shiny black shoes peeping out from under my swaying skirt and petties. Mummy laughed and told Daddy to buckle us into our seats, while she dashed back into the Nursery with the accidentally-kidnapped doll. When she eventually returned she was all smiles, and soon we were on our way.

Daddy drove us to the local family restaurant where we usually partook our Sunday breakfast. First Daddy had a quiet word with the grey-haired manager at the front desk, and after a few minutes delay, the broadly-smiling old man led us to a table off to one side with two tall dark wooden highchairs standing nearby. Angie and I were both promptly seated in the big wooden highchairs and the attached hinged trays lowered, and our parents wheeled us closer to the small table. After belting us in securely and fastening bibs around our necks, Mummy and Daddy sat down and each slowly spoon-fed us our meals between bites of their own breakfast. I kept nervously glancing around like a frightened baby bird, terrified someone we knew might be seated in the restaurant. As a result, there was food smeared all over my face and bib by the time Mummy finished feeding me.

It seemed to take forever for Mummy to scrub my face and hands clean with my bib, and she gently scolded me when I dared complain she was being too rough. On the way home Daddy suggested that since it was such a hot sunny day, how would we like to go to Narrabeen lakes? Angie and I immediately replied in unison; "Yes please, Daddy!" I love to visit Narrabeen lakes too, and was thrilled that the location was far enough from home that we were highly unlikely to run into anyone we knew. "Do I have to wear nappies if I go swimming?" I asked Mummy hopefully, as we turned into our driveway.

She turned around to smile down indulgently at me, before she replied with an amused shake of her head; "Of course you do, you silly baby! But don't you worry, honey. Mummy bought two precious new swimsuits especially for her gorgeous little toddler girls. I'm sure you'll both love them!" she informed me somewhat gleefully. I was rather doubtful about that, and while I waited for Mummy to come and change me, I stood in the Nursery distractedly patting the warm wet bulk between my legs for reassurance.

Since I was Mummy's little helper today, I was ordered to help Angie undress first and then assist Mummy with changing her diaper. Fortunately my sister was only wet under her tight pearlescent-pink pilchers, and we soon had her scrubbed clean, freshly powdered, and taped into a clean pink disposable diaper. Mummy had already changed out of her dress into her brief pink-on-white polka-dot bikini, which she wore under some tiny white flared shorts. She had tied on a revealing pink halter-top that accentuated her buxom figure and slender waist, and she looked beautiful with her long blonde hair brushed tightly back and bound in a bouncing high neat ponytail. She took Angie's new stretchy nylon swimsuit out of the dresser drawer and helped her put it on. It was a pale pink one-piece bathing costume, with a short black gathered skirt attached below the fitted waist. Angie skipped joyfully out the door to show Daddy her pretty new cossie.

I realised with a sudden sense of shame that I was the only one left still wearing a dress and petticoats. I felt mortified until Mummy helped me disrobe, undressing me like a useless toddler and carefully removing each frothy feminine item without any assistance from me. She then helped me to climb up on the changing table so I could have my wet nappies changed, and pulled down my pearlescent pink baby panties. The warm clinging nappies beneath were completely drenched, and I wasn't even sure if or when I had wet again. That was a scary thought! After commenting at length on my heavily saturated state, Mummy carefully cleaned all traces of damp powder from my crotch with baby wipes, then oiled and powdered me afresh. I was surprised when she reached for the package of 'toddler size six' disposable diapers beside the change table, ripped open the top and removed one from the pink plastic wrapping. "Since we are going to be at the beach all afternoon, I think this would be a good time for you to wear a disposable diaper," she informed me.

I lay still as she tightly taped the crinkling pastel-pink disposable diaper around my loins, secretly thrilled by this turn of events. Even though it was a thick disposable, it actually felt almost like regular underwear compared to the bulky cloth nappies I had been forced to wear for the last two days. She went to the dresser and took another pink bathing suit out of the drawer, then shook it out in front of her to show me, smiling happily. "Isn't this the cutest little bathing suit you've ever seen?" Mummy gushed, holding the feminine one-piece suit stretched out against my small body. It was primarily musk-pink, consisting of a stretchy puckered top half with a rear zip, and under the frilly baby-pink gathered skirt drooped a big ballooning bottom with tight elasticised leg holes. There was a line of cute yellow cartoon duckies printed around the middle, which made it look even more juvenile. Like Angie's, my suit had a short flared skirt which I worried would barely cover my padded bottom and crotch. Mummy knelt on the floor, and unzipped and then rolled the pink bathing suit up in her hands.

"Hop down honey, and let's try it on you." I started to sulk and whine, realising the bathing suit I was supposed to wear was more babyish-looking than any I had ever seen. Even Angie's cossie looked more grown-up than mine. "Come on, my sweet baby! Hurry up, darling. We don't have all day." She started coaxing me like I was a difficult toddler, and I realised I had no choice but to obey. Scowling darkly, I slithered off the changing table in my crackling plastic-wrapped padding. I slowly waddled towards Mummy, who was holding the effeminate cossie down and in position for me to step into. I tentatively placed one bare foot into the suit and through the opened leg hole at the bottom, then the other. Mummy started to swiftly slide it up my legs, and I had to grab her shoulders to keep from stumbling. She instructed me to bend forward and then fed my hands through the pink shoulder straps, drawing them up my slender arms and over my narrow shoulders.

When it was all the way on me, she zipped it up in back, made a few adjustments to the short ruffled skirt, and then proudly pronounced it to be; "A fabulous fit!" I had to admit she was right. It fitted me perfectly, like all the feminine clothes she had purchased for me so far. She made me stand in front of the full-length mirror and 'pouffed out' the ballooning bottom of my suit, and rearranged the flounced skirt frills around my lightly padded hips to sit more attractively. I was gratified to see from my reflection that I could hardly tell I was wearing a diaper underneath the cute little skirt. When I experimentally twirled my hips back and forth, the ruffled skirt flew out so prettily, and a tentative shy smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. Mummy smiled too, as she closely observed my innocent feminine behaviour.

"Run along now, baby. I just have to pack the diaper bag for you and Angie, and then we're ready to go." She gave my padded bottom a crisp smack to encourage me on my way, and as I waddled out the door, the plastic shell of the disposable diaper crinkled and rustled distractingly with my every tiny movement. Five minutes later Mummy buckled both Angie and me into the back seat of the car, and soon Daddy was driving our family to the lakes. The hot sun blasted through the windscreen and despite winding all the windows down, the car was like an oven. Angie and I almost looked like twins sitting in the back seat wearing only our matching pink swimsuits, diapers, and pink sneakers. It took about an hour to drive to the lakeside, and I was almost glad I was wearing a diaper when I felt my bladder signalling it was full. I simply relaxed and let the hot wee-wees soak into the thick pink disposable. But unlike my cloth nappies, the gel lining rapidly absorbed the wetness and drew the moisture away from my body. For some strange reason, I felt oddly disappointed. I had come to enjoy the warm wet feeling of a soggy terry nappy wrapped snugly around my genitals, although the absorbent padding slowly grew soft and mushy between my legs and around my wriggling bottom.

There were already thousands of people ahead of us at the lakeside, judging by the number of cars in the parking lot. It took ages to find a place to park, and we were almost melting by the time Mummy and Daddy opened the doors and released us from our seatbelts. Daddy unpacked the stroller from the trunk and set it up, and then plopped Angie into the low seat. He took out the blanket, towels and cooler, and arranged them on the stroller's bottom tray so they wouldn't have to be carried. Daddy started pushing the stroller and Mummy ordered me to come to her. "It's a pity we don't have a stroller big enough to fit you, baby," she wryly commented, but I didn't think she really meant anything by it. She then picked me up and carried me on her hip with my legs around her waist, holding me easily with one hand under my damp padded bottom like I was a big toddler. In her free hand she carried Angie's and my packed pink diaper bag. We headed for the crowded beach and we had to walk for about five minutes, but finally found a more secluded spot to spread our rubber-backed tartan rug.

Mummy and Daddy took off their outer clothing so they only had their bathing suits on, too. "Do you girls want to go swimming straight away?" Mummy asked, as she helped us untie and remove our sneakers.

Naturally we both loudly chorused, "Yes please, Mummy!"

"Before you go in the water, I have to put on your swimming caps," she primly insisted, kneeling on the red tartan picnic blanket. She opened the voluminous diaper bag and took out a small pastel-pink cap for Angie, and fastened it snugly on her head. She reached in again and pulled out a musk-pink rubber swim cap for me. "Come here, sweetie. Let Mummy put this pretty cap on your head. We don't you want you to get your hair tangled when it's wet. Really, you should have worn a swim cap last season, darling, with those gorgeous long locks of yours."

After taking out my dangly purple hair ribbons, Mummy stretched the tight pink cap over my head, thankfully concealing my feminine braided pigtails. The strap hanging down from the right side was pulled under my chin and snapped securely closed beside my left ear. It felt really weird to have my head encased in tight clinging rubber. Things sounded different too, since my ears were completely covered. Mummy smeared sunscreen first on Angelica, covering every inch of exposed flesh with the thick white cream. She then did the same for me, treating me exactly like my toddler sister and not permitting me to help in any way. I was growing tired of being treated like a useless infant all the time, and was muttering under my breath and scowling in annoyance by the time Mummy finished spreading the viscous white goo on my arms and legs. Mummy's smile slowly faded and her olive-green eyes had grown hard while she stood and wiped the excess cream on her thighs.

"Okay girls, you can go play in the water, but don't go in too deep. I am counting on you, Jennie, to keep a close eye on your sister." She smiled at my shocked expression and continued scathingly, "That is what you told that lovely girl Justine your name was, didn't you, darling? And I hear all your little playmates in the Church Nursery call you Baby Jennie? How sweet!" She arched a single knowing eyebrow as my cheeks blazed with humiliation, until my crimson face fell in subjugation. In a mortified haze I sullenly promised Mummy that I would be careful, and we headed for the shallow water. Angie held my hand tightly and squeezed it reassuringly, and she told me she preferred the name Jennie for me while we absent-mindedly dug our toes in the cold wet sand. When I bit my bottom lip in embarrassment and didn't respond, she said she was going to call me that all the time from now on.

We played and splashed in the cool waist-deep water for about half an hour, and then returned to where Mummy and Daddy were sunning themselves. My disposable diaper must have soaked up about two litres of lake, but my tight one-piece swimsuit helped to hold the hefty load in place. When I sat down on the dry sand off to one side of the picnic blanket, there was an audible 'squish' as the excess water was forced out of my bulging diaper. Angie followed suit and squished down beside me, and we giggled and started making castles and tunnels in the damp sand we'd created with our overflowing diapers. It wasn't long before two other pretty little girls came strolling along the water's edge. They approached us and politely asked if they could join us, and help decorate our sandcastles with shells and stuff. I hesitantly agreed, and the friendly girls told us their names and ages, and pointed to where their parents were sunning themselves nearby. Becky said she was aged seven, and Jessica was six and a half, although both girls were a shade taller than me. Looking awkwardly at Angie to check her reaction, I haltingly introduced us as Jennie and Angie. My sister only smiled sunnily when I told the girls my new feminine name, and I gave an inward sigh of relief. They asked about us, and I told them I was six years old and Angie three, and indicated our parents lying on the nearby rug. I didn't think they were dumb enough to think I was four, and the beautiful Justine from our Church Nursery had assured me she could have easily mistaken me for a six-year-old girl.

After playing happily together for about half an hour, I could see that Becky was hesitant to question me about something. Finally she gathered the nerve to ask; "Jennie, are you wearing a diaper under your cossie?" I had no choice but to admit the truth, since the full saturated disposable was fairly obvious beneath my snug swimming costume. My cheeks turned pink with embarrassment as I explained that of course, I didn't really need diapers, but I was just wearing one to make Angie feel better, since she still had to wear them. I hoped my blushing red cheeks didn't give away that I was lying, and ducked my head in shame. Becky fell silent for a long moment, but then told me that it was really sweet of me to be so kind and thoughtful towards my little sister. She suggested I dig a tunnel to join the two castles she had directed the other girls to decorate, and keen to avoid further embarrassing questions, I knelt to obey her directions.

About five minutes later I felt a sharp cramp in my tummy, and realised my regular morning bowel movement must soon be inevitable. I gave a shudder as I barely repressed the instinctive urge to just let go in my cold saturated diaper, squeezing my botty-hole shut in desperation. I didn't want to soil myself like a total baby in front of these two cute little girls! I held off for as long as I could, but then I realised that I couldn't hold the poo-poos back any longer. Glancing around in anguish at my preoccupied sister and the busily playing girls, I stood and discretely waddled a few feet off to one side. The first firm fat log was already forcing my poo-poo hole open, the tip of it sliding out a little further with every tentative step, until I knew there was no stopping it. I kept my back to the gaily chattering girls and squatted slightly, my cheeks turning pink while I helplessly soiled my diaper, the first huge solid turd relentlessly sliding out of me inch by inch. I tried not to make it too obvious to the others what I was doing when I needed to squat a little lower to completely relax my anal sphincter.

I took a deep breath and held it until my pink cheeks turned red, and then grunted quietly as I began to bear down. After an embarrassing muffled fart, poop seemed to actually explode from my open botty-hole in a semi-solid rush. There was another humiliating muted gurgling rumble from inside my swimsuit bottom, and suddenly the rear of my cold wet diaper was full of hot squishy poo-poos, forcing its way between my spread legs and up my back, and surrounding my chilled shrivelled sack with soft clinging warmth. The seat of my snug swimsuit was soon stretched taut by the full heavy load in the rear, but no one appeared to notice my humiliating infantile predicament. The rich, fruity-herb smell of a fresh bowel movement wafted around me like a sickly-sweet cloud, but it didn't smell too bad after the first few moments. I tentatively straightened my bowed knees and the warm thick mud settling between my thighs clung moistly to my sensitive areas, so lovely and hot compared to the front of my cold wet diaper. The familiar aroma of my fresh poop was somehow comforting, too, so while the girls were there I decided to delay asking Mummy for a nappy change, and continued playing in the sand. I tried to ignore the delightful warm muddy layer that squished and settled comfortingly around my groin, and more hot poop squirted up my cold back when I knelt lower to continue digging my tunnel.

But within minutes Becky and Jessica must have smelled that someone had pooped in their panties. I didn't notice when Becky walked over behind Angie and checked the rear of her swimsuit, at once discovering my sister's soggy diaper was clearly empty. Angie stood and then watched in silence when the bossy bigger girl stepped over behind me while I was distracted and digging deep in the sand, my huge diapered bottom sticking up as though begging for her attention. Becky knelt behind me and inquisitively probed my mushy rear end, and then shrieked, "My gosh, Jennie! You've pooped in your diaper! I thought you said you didn't really need to wear nappies?" When she ran her hand around over my bulging swimsuit bottom and started describing to the others the size of the mess I'd accidentally made in my diaper, I could contain myself no longer. I actually started to cry from shame and embarrassment, and Mummy quickly heard my distressed sobs. She jumped to her feet and snatched off her sunglasses, hurrying over to ask us what was wrong.

My sister then loudly informed everyone within earshot, "Baby Jennie had an accident! She poo-pooed in her nappies again!" While I knelt before them sniffling and cringing in shame, Mummy also felt my rear to confirm that I had done a poo, probing and patting my bulging bottom firmly to assess the size of my hefty load. Clucking soothingly to me, Mummy then took me by the hand and helped me to my feet, and led me waddling slowly over to the red tartan blanket where my parents had been sunbathing.

Reaching into the diaper bag, she brought out the familiar pink vinyl-backed changing mat and spread it out flat on the dry sand beside the blanket. "There, there, Baby Jennie! It's alright! Dry those tears. Let's take your bathing suit off first, baby, and we'll have your messy bot-bot cleaned up in a jiffy." Angie and the other two girls were standing beside us, closely observing Mummy's familiar actions as she laid out the powder, sacks and wipes on the picnic rug beside her in preparation for my diaper change.

"Please don't change my diaper in the middle of the beach? Not here in front of everyone, please Mummy!" I begged in a fierce whisper, knuckling away the embarrassing tears. But apparently she wasn't listening, or she just didn't care about my feelings. She unzipped the back of my cossie, slid the shoulder straps aside, and started pulling my bathing suit down to my knees, then took it all the way off. My sodden pink disposable diaper was sagging badly between my splayed thighs, and there were yucky brown smears on the puffy elastic leg gathers around the crotch. I was ordered to lie down on the changing mat, which I slowly did. Mummy proceeded to rip away the tapes and used the front half of the soggy yellowed diaper to scrape away most of the sticky brown mess from my bottom and groin. I was so embarrassed, my tiny penis shrank away to almost nothing, but Becky and Jessica grew wide-eyed in astonishment when they spied the limp little organ dangling between my brown-stained thighs.

Mummy used several handfuls of baby wipes to clean my messy bottom, powdered me all over, and then securely taped a fresh pink diaper around my loins. "It sure is lucky we brought your disposable diapers for you today, Baby Jennie. This would certainly have been more difficult with your normal cloth nappies." I was told to stand up and Mummy helped me put my bathing suit back on, and then zipped it closed up the back. "There you are, Baby Jennie! There! That wasn't so bad, was it sweetie?" Mummy cooed maternally, watching my tear-filled eyes calculatingly as she fluffed out my swimsuit skirt over my puffy padded rear. How could I tell her that I had never been so humiliated in my whole life? She took two sippy-cups of icy-cold watered-down apple juice from the blue cooler and handed one to Angie and me, telling us to drink them and then return our cups to her.

Becky approached me after my embarrassing diaper change, and kindly assured me it was okay if I was really a little boy who still needed to wear nappies. Not knowing what to do, I simply sucked on the spout of my pink sippy-cup and kept swallowing, my cheeks still pink with shame. She said, "I like the name Baby Jennie for you. It's cute! You make a very pretty little girl, you know, and we will still play with you - if you want us to." For some strange reason her generous offer and kind comments comforted me greatly, and I managed to sniff back my tears. She took my hand and led me back to the sandcastles, helping me to my knees at the spot where my digging had been interrupted by her humiliating discovery. We played in relative silence for a short while, each of us lost in our own thoughts, although the other girls were soon chattering brightly to each other again. But I was surprised a little later when Jessica discretely asked me, "Baby Jennie? Does Angie only wear diapers to make you feel better, and not the other way around?"

Pouting a little, I resentfully explained to her; "Angie still needs to wear her nappies, too!" I gratefully waddled away when Mummy called me over to refill my sippy-cup.

We continued to play quietly together for another hour or so, until Daddy announced it was time for us to leave. Angie and I had both saturated our diapers when Mummy next checked us, and she decided to change us before we packed up to return home. She removed Angie's wet diaper on the change mat first, and I felt relieved when Becky and Jessica waved goodbye and wandered off to join their parents nearby before it was my turn. I had to admit that other than my embarrassing 'pooping incident' and the humiliating messy diaper change in front of the girls, I had a fine time playing with Angie and the other little girls at the beach. I could never tell Michael or my other male friends that, of course. Daddy bought everyone some barbequed chicken and fried chips as soon as we left the carpark, and Angie and I ate our lunch on the way home while strapped in the back seat of the car. I thirstily guzzled down my can of soft drink, and then greedily finished Angie's lemonade as well.

I have to admit that Angelica and I fell asleep soon after we finished eating, and we didn't wake up until Mummy and Daddy were lifting us out of the car and carrying us inside. Mummy decided to change me first since I was the wettest, and after a relaxing hot bath, she pinned me into some clean cloth nappies, dressed me in some pink baby panties and a stretchy pink onesie, and lowered me into the cot. I was already locked in my crib, wet and asleep before Mummy finished bathing Angie. I didn't even wake when she diapered and dressed my little sister in her pyjamas on the change table next to my cot, before tucking her into bed as well for our usual afternoon nap.

Continued in chapter 4

  

  

  

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