Jennie's Potty-training

by Baby Jennie

Chapter 6. A Visit from Aunty Cath

 

Angelica ran off to greet our Aunty clutching her baby doll in her arms, while I remained rooted to the spot in alarm, a hot lumpy package nestled in the seat of my warm wet nappy. I barely noticed that my bladder was simultaneously emptying until I felt the comforting heat splashing around my genitals, before gradually seeping around my bottom to where the hot, firm fresh turd pressed my bum cheeks apart. I didn't want my beautiful Aunty Cath to see me diapered and dressed like this, but I knew I had no choice in the matter. Even so, I turned to waddle away to hide in my bedroom, hoping to delay the inevitable humiliation for as long as possible. But as soon as I took the first awkward step, another slippery lump of hot squishy poo-poo squirted out of my weakened anal sphincter into my wet and dirty diaper. Realising it was all over, I abandoned any attempts to waddle away and gave up with a moan of hopeless resignation. I completely relaxed my traitorous botty hole, and the firm fat turds seemed to gush out of me in a sudden unstoppable hot rush. I squatted slightly and held my breath and began to bear down in an attempt to empty my bowels completely. My diaper was already dirty, and I figured I might as well push out any remaining poop so I wouldn't inadvertently soil my next nappy too soon. I closed my eyes, held my breath again, and then grunted loudly as I pushed and strained - which is probably why I didn't hear Mummy, Angelica and Aunty Cath walking into the carpeted sunroom.

"Oh look!" Aunty Cath cried loudly in amusement, and she chuckled richly when she caught sight of the embarrassing infantile spectacle I made. "It looks like we caught your pretty little baby girl doing a great big poo-poo in her nappies for her Mummy." My eyes snapped open in alarm and I whipped my head around to find my grinning Aunty, my wide-eyed sister and my frowning mother standing nearby, and all watching me closely. My cheeks burned with fresh humiliation as I was compelled to squat and uncontrollably soil my nappy in front of them like a helpless diapered toddler. Aunty Cath is a tall imperious woman, much taller than Mummy, and under her skin-tight black slacks she wore a pair of black high-heeled platform boots, that only added to her already impressive height. She is very beautiful and her eyes are green like my Mummy's, only brighter and somehow more mysterious, framed by high delicately-arched black eyebrows. In addition Aunty Cath has a tiny slender waist that seems to exaggerate her big curvaceous bottom and the generous swell of her womanly hips. Her long dark-brown hair was piled up high on her head in a sexy loose bun, and her red blouse was snug enough to outline her lacy bra and emphasise the full bosom jiggling underneath. Her amused emerald eyes were dark and smoky with sexy make-up, and her smiling glossy red lips were perfectly painted to match her tight satin blouse.

"Go on, baby girl," Aunty Cath encouraged me in mocking syrupy toddler tones. "Show us how you do poo-poos in your nappy like a great big baby. That's it, push down with your tummy and get all the nasty poo-poos out. That's it! Good baby! What a good little baby girl!" I tried to stop pooping so it didn't look like I was behaving like an obedient baby for Aunty Cath, and I squeezed off what I thought was the last solid log with a grunt of relief. But when I tried to waddle away from my humiliating predicament, a final sharp bowel cramp froze me to the spot. I whimpered loudly in despair as I was forced to helplessly squat once more before my sister and the watching women, and then obviously bear down in an attempt to totally empty myself. "Oh, what a precious baby girl you really are! Good baby! That's it, baby. Ohh, good girl! Show Aunty Cath how you do great big poo-poos in your nappies. Push it all out like a good baby girl." Aunty Cath lavished more faux-praise upon me and as the last sticky lump slid out of my useless sphincter, I prayed that it was all over. "All finished now, baby girl? Are we finished doing poo-poos in our nap-naps?" Aunty Cath sang as I hesitantly straightened my knees, but my head remained bowed in shame and my tear-blurred eyes were glued to the floor.

Before I had the chance to toddle away, Aunty Cath grabbed one of my shoulders and turned me side-on to her. With her other hand she reached around and expertly probed the rear of my sagging nappy through my slippery baby panties and pink cotton bloomers, firmly patting the huge hot semi-solid lump bulging from between my soiled botty cheeks while I cringed abjectly. "And so wet, too! Oh yes, I think your precious baby girl has made a lovely big poo-poo parcel in her nappies for her Mummy to clean up," she sarcastically declared to my mother, giving the firm messy lump wedged in my bumcrack one final hard smack. "Let Aunty take a good look at you, my pretty baby girl," she commanded, roughly grabbing my shoulders and turning my body so I faced her. She took my doll from my limp hands and after sniffing her smelly diapered crotch and grimacing in revulsion, she placed Justine on her back lying on the floor in front of me.

My cheeks were burning with shame, and I kept my blurry eyes on the pretty dolly lying asleep at my feet as Aunty Cath forcefully turned me this way and that, complimenting Mummy on the fine sewing job she had done on my pretty pink outfit. When my mother informed her she had made matching outfits for both herself and her toddler girls, I realised with shame that I was the only one still wearing a dress and petticoats. Angelica had been changed into her red shorts and her favourite Barbie onesie, and Mummy - still in her pastel-pink strappy high heels - was now wearing tight navy-blue jeans under a loose white cotton blouse. Even Aunty Cath was wearing a pair of snug black slacks, and for some reason I felt even more juvenile and feminine as I cowered before her in my sweet pink toddler frock, frothy petties and lace-trimmed bloomers.

"She looks absolutely gorgeous!" Cath complimented my Mummy, but I felt sure she didn't mean it. "I'm sure Bonnie and April would love to babysit her. What a little doll!" She laughed loudly and I winced as I imagined having to endure the jeering laughter and taunts of her beautiful stuck-up teenage daughters. "For years I've been telling you she was way too petite and far too pretty to be a boy. And I love what you've done with her hair," my Aunty continued approvingly, kneeling in front of me and pressing my fluffy elastic hair bands tighter against my scalp, making me wince and squeal in pain. "So have you given your new baby girl a name?" she asked with a tight smile at my pitiful girlish squeals, before she fluffed out my long pigtails and glanced up at Mummy.

"Her name is Jennie, but we usually call her Baby Jennie," Mummy replied in a voice that practically dripped with sarcasm.

"Jennie? That's a very pretty name for a pretty little girl, but why Jenn-"

"She chose it herself," Mummy interrupted to explain with a uncomprehending shake of her head. When Aunty stood and laughed merrily and looked down at me re-appraisingly, my blush intensified. "She told all her little girlfriends at the Church Nursery that her name was Baby Jennie," Mummy continued in a chill monotone, then she asked Angie to take her dolly Sophie and go and watch TV in the lounge room, because she and Aunty Cath needed to have a little talk with Baby Jennie.

As soon as my sister reluctantly disappeared from view cradling her dolly in her arms, the two tall women immediately turned on me. "Your Mummy tells me you've been a very naughty little girl lately, Baby Jennie," my Aunty declared in a frostier tone. I could almost feel the temperature in the room drop, and there was an ominous loud crash of thunder nearby that made me jump. "Why don't you tell your Aunty Cath what awful things you've been up to, hmmm?" I felt my cheeks blush warmly, and tears of shame welled in my eyes as I ducked away from her searching gaze. I didn't know where to look or what to say, so I stood there mute and red-faced before the two scowling women towering over me.

After a pregnant pause broken only by another loud rumble of thunder, Mummy answered for me. "My Baby Jennie has been a very naughty little girl recently," she informed my frowning Aunty, her icy tone reeking of disapproval. "During the last few days I have caught Baby Jennie pressing the front of her dirty wet nappies against her cot mattress several times, and rubbing the front of her saturated nappies against herself with her wicked little paws. I think my disgusting baby girl enjoys weeing and pooping in her nappies. It makes her all excited down there." My cheeks turned crimson with humiliation, and I felt the hot blush creeping up my neck from behind as Mummy cruelly listed my string of misdeeds for Aunty. I was so embarrassed, my ears turned pink and started to ring.

Aunty Cath stepped over to me and slipping a hand under each of my armpits, lifted me effortlessly into the air. She sat down on one of the overstuffed lounge chairs in the sunroom and then lowered me so that my bare thighs were forced apart by one of her knees. The familiar aroma of my dirty nappy escaped from the popping elastic waistband of my sagging baby panties and wafted up to my face, the musty earthy scent of my fresh poo-poos somehow soothing to my shattered nerves. She dragged me closer and suddenly I found myself straddling her plump womanly thigh, my dirty wet bottom slowly settling into the thick pile of hot squishy poop filling the seat of my nappy. Aunty's legs were so long and her heels so high, there was no way my frantically searching toes could reach the carpet. I shuddered as the hot mushy waste spread smoothly all over my bottom, sliding up the groove of my botty-crack towards the small of my back, and smooshing moistly between my wide-spread thighs. She dandled me on her knee like I was a helpless infant, and with my heavy wet nappies full of smelly fresh poop, I could hardly object to the humiliating role I was being forced to play.

I instinctively spread my thighs even wider to give my squishy poo-poos room to spread out, and was rewarded to feel more hot excrement mush forward to press against my sensitive sack. Little pockets of gas trapped inside the turds bubbled and popped against my skin, making it tingle delightfully. As I settled deeper into the hot thick creamy mess it even crept around to my peenie, which automatically began to swell and thicken in response, no matter how hard I tried to stop it from happening. "Is Mummy right, Baby Jennie? Is that the story, my gorgeous little baby girl?" Aunty Cath crooned to me in cloying saccharine baby tones. She began to gently bounce her knee up and down, and I was rocked back and forth in the erotic warm mess that enveloped me as she questioned me like I was a real toddler. "Does our little Baby Jennie like sitting in her stinky wet poopy nappies, hmmm? Does she? Does our precious little Potty-Princess enjoy playing in her lovely warm squishy nap-naps?"

Despite the humiliating questions and the shameful way she addressed me, my peenie only grew harder inside the humid confines of my filthy wet nappy. The way Aunty was bouncing and rocking me on her thigh made my stiffening tool creep further up the soggy warm front of my diaper, and the fresh creamy poop seemed to make it slip and slide about more sensuously. The sensitive underside of my cock head was repeatedly pressed against the warm clinging front of my dirty nappy, until I moaned quietly at the pleasurable erotic sensations. My beautiful Aunty's piercing green eyes were boring into mine, so I squeezed my eyelids tightly shut so she couldn't see the truth in my soul as she continued to interrogate me. "Or perhaps our Baby Jennie just loves dressing up like a pretty little girl? She looks so beautiful in her gorgeous pink toddler frock and matching bloomers, I would be surprised if she didn't want to dress like a beautiful little girl all the time!" Aunty Cath crooned. "Is that it, Baby Jennie? Does dressing like a sweet little girl excite you? Or is it acting like a helpless little baby and making big stinky messes in your hot wet nappies that secretly arouses you?"

I started sniffing back the tears brought forth by my beautiful domineering Aunty's accurate, probing questions. The answers were too difficult to face, even if I had been sure of the truth. The only thing I was certain of was that I was now throbbing and rock-hard inside my saturated messy nappies, as I was sure my Aunty and Mummy were about to discover. I burst into a flood of tears when Aunty Cath simply tilted me back with one hand tightly gripping my shoulder, and then probed and poked at my thickly diapered groin with her free hand. "You're right, Isabell," she noted in disgust. She frowned and nodded balefully to Mummy when she discovered the erection visibly tenting out the front of my smelly drenched nappy. Then she grabbed my throbbing stiffie right through my panties and the dirty wet cloth and squeezed hard, making me squeal loudly with pleasure/pain. Aunty disdainfully ignored my shrill tearful cries and scathingly commented, "She's excited, alright. And smelly! Pooh! What a disgusting, stinky little cry-baby she is. We'd better change your dirty baby girl's nappy right away."

Aunty Cath grunted with effort as she stood while gripping me under the armpits, and then she carried me over her hip like a big baby as she followed Mummy upstairs and into the Nursery. My poop-coated hard-on was pressed against her side, my little legs instinctively wrapping around her plump womanly bottom for support. She lowered me unsteadily to my feet beside the change table, and the two women undressed me down to my droopy nappy and glistening panties as they candidly discussed my woeful aberrant behaviour. Aunty then lifted me onto the change table and as they stripped me of my black patent Maryjane shoes and frilly socks, they talked about me as if I wasn't even there. They treated me as though I couldn't understand them; as though I really was only two years old and incapable of comprehending adult speech. The way they ignored me only made me feel more humiliated, and hot tears of shame continued to trickle down my burning red cheeks.

"A few days ago I noticed her rubbing herself through her wet nappy for the first time, and yesterday morning was the first time I caught her pressing her genitals against the crib mattress. But she seems to be even worse when she has dirtied her diapers as well," Mummy caustically informed my frowning Aunty Cath, as she brusquely commanded me to lift my bum off the change table so she could pull down my damp plastic panties. "I've also caught her surreptitiously rubbing the crotch of her panties with her hand several times, always when she thinks she isn't being watched. And when I have called her over to check her nappy, she's always hard and fully aroused inside her wet and sometimes messy diapers."

"Just like now," commented Aunty Cath in a tone brimming with contempt, as she peeled away the front of my soggy nappy with a disgusting loud 'squelch!' My shameful throbbing erection was fully engorged, covered with stinky brown filth and bobbing above my tummy with excitement. I covered my tear-filled eyes with my little hands to block out their sneering faces, and the first of many sobs caught in my throat. "Have you tried spanking her?" she asked Mummy, and I cringed at the callous reply.

"I told you when we went shopping for her dolly yesterday; the next time I caught my dirty little girl rubbing herself or pressing her nappy front against something, she'd be in for it," replied my scowling mother, adding acidly; "She received quite a severe bottom spanking this morning, let me assure you!"

"Bare-bottom?" inquired my Aunty with almost indecent interest. She expertly wiped up the mess between my wide-spread thighs with the drenched nappy front, and then handed the heavily soiled cloth napkins to my mother to take to the bathroom and sluice in the toilet. "I always prefer to spank my girls bare-bottomed."

"Oh no!" Mummy replied tersely from the Nursery en-suite. "Baby Jennie was absolutely filthy this morning when I caught her at it in her cot. Her saturated nappy was full of smelly poo-poos, and I didn't want to take the time to clean baby up before punishing her. I just dumped her over my lap and whaled into to her messy backside with my hand, dirty wet nappies and all."

"Very sensible," agreed my Aunty heartily. "But next time, give her another bare-bottom spanking after you clean her up, as well. It certainly drives home the lesson more effectively."

I continued to sniffle and cry when I contemplated the fate that awaited me, but despite my fears my erection would not dwindle, especially when Aunty carefully scrubbed my excited stiffie and sensitive ball sack again and again with the soothing baby wipes. When she was finally satisfied I was clean enough in front, she grabbed both my slender ankles in one huge hand and hoisted my feet high into the air. She snorted disdainfully as she ruthlessly pressed my toes back towards my tear-streaked face and folded me in half like a helpless infant, raising my poopy bottom high and spreading my botty cheeks wider so she could more easily scrub at the sticky brown mess wedged between them. Tears of shame continued to well from my eyes, some trickling into my ears as Aunty thoroughly wiped the backs of my thighs and my bottom clean. When she figured I was safe enough, she lifted me down and stood me beside her on unsteady legs. Mummy flushed the toilet and exited the bathroom as Aunty Cath led me waddling in by the hand, and the air was still ripe with the smell of my fresh poopy nappy. I heard Mummy drop the rinsed nappy in the nappy bucket and replace the lid with a loud sigh of disgust, and I knew I would be doing more laundry that afternoon. As if on cue Aunty asked; "Have you started Baby Jennie washing her own dirty nappies yet, as I suggested?"

"Yes I have," Mummy replied testily, returning to the bathroom sink to wash her smelly hands. I could see her dark green eyes watching me in the mirror over the vanity basin, and her grim expression clearly revealed her annoyance. "Baby Jennie is going to become quite the laundry expert over the next few days, saving her poor over-worked Mummy from at least one unpleasant daily task." Then Aunty Cath lifted me naked and shivering into the cold empty bathtub, and she curtly ordered me to climb down on my hands and knees with my bare bottom facing her. I assumed the humiliating exposed position, and felt even more embarrassed when Aunty Cath crudely ordered me to reach back with both hands and pull my poop-stained bum cheeks all the way apart. I let my hot red face rest against the cool white enamel side of the tub and stretched my soiled buttocks as far apart as I could, till my wrinkled brown hole was practically winking at my Aunty and Mummy.

I flinched and gasped in shock when Aunty Cath aimed the stinging icy-cold spray from the hand-held shower head right at my tender puckered opening, but she snapped imperiously, "Keep still, Baby Jennie! You keep holding those dirty cheeks wide apart for Aunty. Do as you're told, you disgusting, wicked little girl!" I sniffled back hot tears of humiliation as I clumsily gripped my dirty cheeks again, and submissively pulled them wider apart. My beautiful Aunty Cath viciously hosed down my bottom crack with the freezing high pressure spray until I was certain I must be pink and shining clean back there. Then she sharply ordered me to let go of my bum cheeks, and roll onto my back so she could do my front. When I was too slow to obey her sister, my growling Mummy grabbed my shoulders and swiftly turned me over, and then she held my arms down so I couldn't wriggle away or interfere. The forceful cold spray was like a hundred icy needles on my bobbing hard-on and delicate balls, and Aunty kept the stinging torrent directed at my filthy stiffie and sack until I started to wilt under their brutal handling. I ineffectually thrashed on my back while crying and begging them to stop, but my grim-faced Mummy and scowling Aunty were remorseless. When they decided I was sufficiently clean, Mummy inserted the bath plug, and I was given a quick but thorough, scalding-hot baby bath by the two cantankerous women.

I was limp as a wet rag when Aunty hauled me bodily out of the emptying tub and roughly dried my steaming pink body with a huge cream bath towel, and my tears fell unheeded as she carried me into the Nursery and lowered me onto my back on the padded change table. "What a sissy baby you are, Baby Jennie! A great big sissy cry-baby," Aunty Cath scornfully scolded me, as she none-too-gently towelled away the remaining drops of moisture from my spread thighs and groin.

"Did you bring what I asked for?" Mummy asked her cryptically.

She smiled thinly when my Aunty replied, "Of course! It's in my handbag in the kitchen."

"Wait a moment before you pin Baby Jennie's nappies on. I have a new trick to show you." She dashed off while Aunty Cath arranged two of my thick terrycloth nappies together. Mummy returned in a minute, and it was just as well I couldn't see the grim smile contorting her pink painted lips.

My domineering Aunty stood at the foot end of the table, and she lifted my legs and slid two cloth nappies under my raised rear with practised ease. Mummy stepped closer to the side the change table and waited until Aunty Cath lowered my legs so my bottom rested on the familiar pile of soft cotton. Then Mummy ordered, "Hold Baby Jennie's ankles up high and wide apart. Hold them firmly, now." I didn't see the flash of annoyance in Aunty Cath's emerald eyes at the unnecessary added instruction, but I felt my legs being forcefully wrenched apart and I squealed in alarm. I knew what it was as soon as it was pressed against my tender pink ball sack and shrunken peenie. My angry Mummy was using Justine's frozen spoon trick, and I wailed like a banshee and desperately tried to thrash out of my Aunty's vise-like grip. The icy cold metal instantly made everything shrivel like a dead leaf in the sun. My tiny balls disappeared completely inside my body this time, and my shrinking peenie almost turned into a tiny pink acorn.

I screamed like a girl and begged for mercy, but when I tried to push Mummy's hand away, she savagely smacked my wrists aside with her free hand. The tears streamed down my flushed red cheeks in torrents as I sobbed and wailed like a baby, and by the time she removed the freezing spoon from my genitals, I couldn't tell. I was so cold down there, I had gone completely numb. "See?" demanded Mummy, as she stepped behind Aunty Cath and reached for the object bulging out of the back pocket of her jeans. She almost had to shout to be heard above my wails of distress. "I noticed when her babysitter Justine did this to her at the Church Nursery this morning, her genitals almost… Well, you know…"

"Yes, I can see," Aunty yelled in reply. "She almost looks like a proper baby girl down there now. Her testicles are almost non-existent, and that looks so much like a little clittie… If only she had a pretty puffy slit, instead of…" Aunty released my ankles and my trembling feet crashed to the table, before she disdainfully poked and flicked my frozen shrivelled peenie like a gardener examining a noxious slug.

I heard the sound of a package being ripped open, but my eyes were filled with stinging salty tears that made everything blurry. "Here you are, Baby Jennie," Mummy crooned, as she stepped to the head of the change table. She ignored the rivulets running down my face and slipped something soft between my quivering wet lips, and I reflexively began to suck. It was a baby's dummy! I felt the soft latex teat fill my mouth and as I pressed my tongue against it experimentally, my sobbing instinctively slowed. The edge of the pink plastic guard began bobbing against my snub nose as I began to rhythmically suck on the pacifier, like a distressed toddler searching for comfort. Sudden images of Justine's beautiful creamy breast and her hard swollen nipple leapt unbidden to my mind. Amazingly enough the huge baby soother did seem to help calm my shattered nerves, and my tears finally began to subside as Aunty sprinkled the sweetly perfumed talc over my miniscule peenie and frozen empty sack.

"It's a pink 'Nuk number four' pacifier - a 'therapeutic trainer' they call it; but to me it looks like a great big dummy for a great big baby girl," Aunty Cath commented with a sneer, as she carelessly massaged the baby powder into my numbed genitals.

"It's perfect!" agreed my Mummy, genuinely smiling for the first time in ages as she happily gazed down at my tear-streaked face and limp unresponsive peenie. "That's it, Baby Jennie," she cooed to me, "you just suck your dummy, baby, like a good little baby girl." Mummy took over my diapering and double-pinned the nappies tightly in place, while Aunty Cath sorted through the rustling plastic panties in the drawer to find a pair for me that she liked. She handed my mother the shiny yellow transparent pair of pull-up pilchers with little white ruffles around the waist and leg bands, and I compliantly pointed my toes so Mummy could easily slip them over my feet and up my legs.

"Oh, look how Baby Jennie points her toesies for Mummy like a pretty ballerina!" observed Aunty Cath mockingly, and laughed gaily when my blush instantly deepened. Surely my overbearing Aunty couldn't know about the pretend ballet classes I used to take with my neighbour Sally and her little sister? She couldn't! That was inconceivable!

Mummy's grim smile returned as she commanded in cloying baby talk, "Lift your bot-bot for Mummy, Baby Jennie." I pushed aside the happy memories of dressing up in my girlfriend's old tutu, and obediently raised my bulky swaddled bum high off the table, so she could tug the waistband of the crackling panties safely up around my waist. "And down, baby," she ordered simply, and when my crackling padded rear flopped back on the table, Mummy casually forced my knees wide apart so she could safely tuck the tight elastic leg bands under the bulging nappy crotch to prevent any leaks.

Aunty Cath then took her place at the foot of the change table and slipped some sheer white cotton socks on my feet, urging me in honeyed baby tones to; "Point your toesies again for Aunty Cath like a pretty ballerina, Baby Jennie, to make it easier to put your sockies on. Good girl! What a clever baby girl!" She grinned with malicious satisfaction when I cringed in shame but submissively obeyed her humiliating commands, and then she rolled the sock tops down to reveal the delicate yellow lace frills shimmering around my ankles. Mummy sorted through the dressing table drawers and returned with my lemon-yellow snap-crotch romper suit, which she shook out and held up to display for her sister's approval. "A baby romper suit! How sweet!" trilled Aunty Cath with another gay laugh, as Mummy fed my arms and head through the tight elastic-cuffed holes and tugged the snug stretchy terry romper down over my torso. She even remembered to open the romper collar wider in front, so the flange of my new pacifier wouldn't get caught.

I had to lift my rustling padded bottom again so Mummy could grab the back crotch piece, dragging it down between my splayed thighs until she could make it and the front flap meet. While Mummy clipped closed the five tiny chromed snap fasteners between my legs, Aunty Cath adjusted the snug shirred elastic waistband of my juvenile yellow romper suit. "I was going to dress her up in something pretty for you, but Baby Jennie only owns three good frocks. Plus I want my naughty baby girl to do some more washing this morning, and we don't normally wear our best Sunday dresses while doing the laundry. Do we, Baby Jennie?"

Both women turned to gaze at me, waiting expectantly for my response. "No Mummy," I squeaked around the dummy between my lips, and then sucked harder on the baby soother in red-faced embarrassment when they both smiled thinly and nodded in approval.

"I may be able to help you out in the frock department," Aunty commented brightly.

Mummy nodded diffidently and craftily replied, "We'll chat later," and then slipped my pink sandshoes in place on my feet. She tied the laces for me like I was incapable of tying them myself, then she lifted me down from the change table and stood me on wobbly legs.

Aunty Cath produced a short pink plastic chain with a decorative clip from her handbag, and proceeded to attach one end to the loop of the dummy in my mouth. I almost went cross-eyed trying to watch her nimble fingers, her long shiny red nails flashing like rubies as she fastened the pink child-proof catch. She attached the dangling clip to the white Broderie-Anglaise trim around the neckline of my babyish yellow outfit, and then straightened the lace collar till it sat flat against my body. She forcibly turned me around, chuckling with amusement and commenting on the way the clinging romper suit snugly hugged my tiny waist, yet clearly emphasised my big padded bottom. She rearranged the tight elastic cuffs around the tops of my thighs so that the white ruffles of my baby panties poked out from beneath, and smiled in delight at the attractive feminine effect. I stood there swaying and wobbling unsteadily in my bulky fresh nappies as she tugged me this way and that, instinctively sucking harder on my dummy for comfort.

"She certainly seems to love her new dum-dums," Aunty Cath observed with a wry smile at the loud sucking noises I was making, and then gave the pink pacifier ring a teasing tug. Instinctively I bit down and sucked even harder to avoid losing the fat latex nipple, my noisy automatic reaction making her laugh.

"And why wouldn't she?" demanded my irritated mother with a disgusted sneer. "All babies love to suck their dummies."

"Well, she certainly looks like a big baby now. A great big baby girl. Does Angelica still use a pacifier?" asked Cath innocently, as if she didn't already know the answer.

"Oh no! Angelica's a big girl now. She gave up her dummy months ago. But seeing as my little Baby Jennie here clearly enjoys being a diapered baby girl so much, she can keep sucking her dum-dums for a while longer." When she turned to me her voice was soft and cajoling, but her angry green eyes were like frozen shards of fjord ice. "So you just keep sucking that dum-dums, Baby Jennie. In fact seeing that you seem to love it so much, you can just keep it in your mouth until your Aunty or I tell you that you can spit it out. Is that clearly understood, my naughty little baby girl?"

I sucked louder and harder in misery as I nodded submissively, the pink plastic dummy chain bouncing lightly against my chest. "Now carry the nappy bucket to the laundry, little girl, and dump your dirty nappies in the washing machine. Don't drop anything this time, and don't you dare make a mess, Baby Jennie," Mummy warned me with a forbidding frown. I grumpily stuck out my bottom lip like a sulky toddler, but fortunately it was mostly concealed by the wide pink guard around my new dummy. I grunted with effort as I hefted the heavy bucket full of stinky used nappies, and as I hauled it downstairs towards the laundry, the lid became dislodged. I had to put up with the stench of my stale wet nappies and smelly fresh poo-poos filling the air around me, all the way to the small tiled room at the back of the house. After I had completed the disgusting task of transferring the heavy soiled nappies into the washing machine and distributing them around the stainless-steel drum, Mummy wandered in to check I had used the correct amount of detergent and fabric conditioner. Satisfied everything was in the right place, she nodded curtly and stood back, watching to ensure I set the controls to the right level of water and agitator intensity.

"What a clever baby girl!" was Aunty Cath's only sarcastic comment from the kitchen doorway, when the machine turned on and started to noisily fill with water. I ignored her taunts and sucked on my dummy teat as I awkwardly washed my smelly little hands in the high laundry tub.

"Baby Jennie, go and find your dolly Justine in the sunroom, and keep her with you while you play with Angelica. Aunty Cath and I will be along in a minute to make sure you are playing with your dolly properly like a good little baby girl," Mummy sternly commanded.

"And make sure you keep sucking that dummy, Baby Jennie!" ordered Aunty Cath tartly, and I could clearly detect the cruel amusement in her voice. Without daring to look up at my grinning Aunty's face, I meekly sidled past her and waddled slowly towards the sunroom, sucking noisily on my pacifier like an obedient toddler. I could feel Aunty Cath's emerald eyes staring at my big padded bottom all the way down the gloomy hallway until I disappeared around the corner.

When she heard the familiar loud sucking noises, Angelica looked up from where she was lying on her tummy on the carpeted sunroom floor. She was sorting through some coloured pencils, but she paused and smiled when she saw the huge pink dummy bobbing in my mouth. "You're sucking a dummy, Baby Jennie!" She sat up and exclaimed in surprise, "Why?"

"Mummy made me do it," I mumbled childishly around the fat latex soother clamped between my lips, and I bowed my head in shame as I picked up my smelly dolly from the floor.

My superior little sister thoughtfully contemplated my cowed submissive stance, and nodded her head in dawning comprehension. "I don't need a dummy any more," she stated proudly, smiling smugly up at me. "Mummy said I was a big girl when I turned three, and I didn't need it any more. But you need a dummy, Baby Jennie, so you must be littler than me."

I couldn't disagree with her cruel logic, and turned away to conceal my crimson cheeks. I cuddled my dirty baby Justine in my arms, wrinkling my nose in distaste at the nasty stale poo-poo aroma wafting around my face as I gazed forlornly out the window. While I noisily sucked on my new pacifier, the heavy rain pelting against the glass turned the world beyond into a miserable grey-green blur. Despite having to wear the humiliating toddler harness and restrictive chain leash, I wished it was fine and sunny so I could go outside and play with Angie in the sandpit, far from the harsh scrutiny and unwelcome attention of the grown-ups.

Angelica returned to her position lying on the carpet on her tummy, with her dolly Sophie resting on her back beside her. She continued colouring in one of her picture books, and when I heard the sound of approaching high-heeled footsteps from the hallway, I quickly lay down on my tummy a few feet from her and carefully placed my smelly dolly on her back by my side, away from my little sister. "Can I do thome colouring-in, too?" I humbly asked around my mouth-filling pacifier, and gave Angelica a tentative smile when she slid over a colouring-in book and some pencils she wasn't using.

"Good girls! Look at my well-behaved toddler girls," came our mother's ringing words of praise from behind me, and I wasn't game to complain that Angie had handed me a 'My Little Pony' colouring book. I started colouring a picture of a dancing pony with a vermillion pencil. The room lit up momentarily as a bolt of lightning flashed outside, and we could hear the heavy rain drumming on the sunroom's tin roof.

"That's what I like to see," Aunty Cath cheerfully agreed, walking around in front of me to inspect our work. "Sweet little girls who know how to play quietly together. Not like noisy, rough, nasty boys." She chuckled derisively as she pulled a face like she could smell something horrid. I ducked my face away, glad she didn't see the frown of annoyance fortunately concealed by my pink pacifier.

Angie and I concentrated on our colouring-in while the adults drank coffee and conversed sitting on the nearby sofa, and the rest of the morning seemed to disappear in a flash. The women started discussing Aunt Cathy's bossy teenage daughters and their overflowing wardrobes, but as the conversation thankfully didn't concern me, I soon stopped listening. The loud sound of torrential rain pounding on the roof drowned out most of what they were saying, anyway. I continued to suck absent-mindedly on the dummy teat in my mouth as I tried to avoid colouring outside the lines, my little sister leaning over now and then to comment or compliment me on my work. The next thing I knew Mummy was taking the pencils from our fingers and helping us put everything away in the bottom drawer under the coffee table. "I'll take this one, you can take Baby Jennie," Mummy pronounced, lifting Angie into the air and carrying her into the kitchen.

"Come here, little girl," Aunty Cath ordered softly, crooking her index finger at me in invitation. As soon as I approached, she dropped to one knee in front of me and slipped a searching finger inside the crotch of my romper suit, and wormed it under one tight leg band of my baby panties. Her huge bosom surged forward inside the confines of her tight red satin blouse, and I realised the top three buttons were daringly unfastened. Her creamy fleshy mounds were barely restrained by the generous cups of her black lace bra, and I could see right into the bountiful cleavage formed by her lush heaving breasts. I tore my gaze from that entrancing sight with great difficulty, and lifted my chin to meet her searching emerald gaze. "Are you wet yet, Baby Jennie?" she asked coyly, looking directly into my eyes as I blushed and anxiously shook my head in denial.

"I don't think tho," I lisped uncertainly around my soother, making her smile even as her probing fingers touched my groin and then pressed against the bunched cloth between my spread thighs.

"Oh yes you are!" she sang with a superior knowing smirk. I must have looked shocked because when she withdrew her glistening fingers, she sniffed them and her cruel smile broadened in confirmation. I belatedly realised that I must have wet my nappy while I was lying on my tummy colouring in, and I hadn't even felt it happening! "What a hopeless wet baby girl you are!" Aunty Cath commented scornfully, then she pressed her moist fingertips under my nose, and held them against the bobbing pink flange of my pacifier until I inhaled. "What can you smell, Baby Jennie?" she softly demanded, her emerald-green eyes locked on mine as the humiliating scent of fresh urine filled my nostrils.

I felt my cheeks blushing bright red as I hesitantly stuttered, "W-w-wee-wee. It'th - it'th wee-weeth, Aunty Cath."

"Yes Baby Jennie, it's wee-wees. And whose wee-wees is it?" she asked, her light tone innocent and wondering. As her superior smile broadened, her beautiful red painted lips drew back to reveal her small, even white teeth.

I knew what she wanted me to say, and my face fell and my cheeks turned crimson with shame as I admitted my infantile lack of control. "It'th my wee-weeth, Aunty. I wet my nappy. I'm thorry. I didn't know I wath wet." My high-pitched lisp made me sound even more feminine and babyish, and I cringed under her broad condescending smile.

"Just like a real baby," was her harsh but accurate reply, as she briskly patted the warm damp cloth bunched around my sensitive genitals through my romper suit. "But I think that lovely thick nappy will see you through until nap time. Come on, baby girl, let's take you into the kitchen for lunch. Up we go, Baby Jennie!"

She whisked me into the air and cradled me in her arms like a baby all the way to the kitchen, where she slid me into my waiting highchair and buckled the restraining straps in place. As she tightened the waist strap around my tummy it compressed my bladder, which seemed to automatically empty at the slightest provocation these days. I wriggled around in the comforting soggy warmth, sliding forward so my trickling peenie was pressed against the wide leather crotch strap. Mummy locked Angelica in her booster seat and clipped a bib around her neck while Aunty Cath locked my tray in place, and then Mummy clipped a white terry bib around my neck, too.

"These are kind of plain," Aunty Cath commented, fingering the wide bib covering my chest. I tried to ignore her and wriggled further forward until my aroused thickening peenie was pressing harder against the front of my hot wet nappy. Under the highchair tray, the broad wooden centre strut which forced my thighs so delightfully wide apart, also kept the soggy warm cloth rubbing against the sensitive underside of my swollen glans. "If you like, you can give me a few of Baby Jennie's bibbies to take home, and I could sew some pretty lace around the edges or around the collars. I could even have some cute little messages embroidered onto them," she suggested with a sly smile.

"I wouldn't want you to go to too much trouble-"

"No trouble at all," Aunty cut off my mother's half-hearted objections with a dismissive wave of her hand. "It would be a pleasure to make something pretty for my gorgeous new baby niece." There was something about her wolfish smile I didn't like, but I was too afraid to comment. I remained mute and wary even as Aunty plucked out my dummy and unclipped the chain from my lacy collar. "You can have your dum-dums back when you've finished eating lunch, Baby Jennie," she informed me with a cruel grin, shaking the glistening fat pacifier dangling on the pink plastic chain in front of my face. As if I was concerned about having my dummy returned.

Mummy had made pumpkin soup for lunch from fresh butternut pumpkins, and Aunty Cath grinned malevolently at me as she stirred the steaming contents of a pink plastic Barbie bowl. She tested a little of the orange puree against her full red lips to check the temperature, then smiled enticingly. Satisfied it wouldn't burn me, she urged in condescending baby tones; "Open up, Baby Jennie! Aunty Cath has some lovely-wovely soup for you to eat." She pressed the laden spoon into my mouth and tipped it up, wiping it against my top lip as she withdrew the utensil and deliberately smearing the tip of my nose and my upper lip with warm orange mush. My cruel Aunty seemed to find it highly amusing to intentionally miss my mouth occasionally, making sure my cheeks and chin were soon covered too, until I could feel the warm goop trickling down my face to spill on the bib covering my chest. "Baby Jennie is such a messy eater," she mock-reproved me, and then laughed gaily when a particularly large chunk of pumpkin uncontrollably slid down my quivering chin. Aunty Cath waited until the warm orange lump had dripped onto my terry bib, before spooning it up and shoving it back between my stained lips. "Waste not, want not," she sang, and chuckled richly.

She treated me like a completely helpless baby, singing things like; "Here comes the choo-choo! Where's the tunnel, little girl?" Or "Here comes the aeroplane! Open the hangar wide! That's it, baby! What a clever baby girl!" Of course I had no choice but to open wide and accept everything she shovelled into my mouth, and sometimes she barely gave me time to swallow before pressing the next laden spoonful against my messy lips. I contented myself with discretely pressing my excited little stiffie against the highchair tray strut, letting the pleasurable sensation of my warm wet nappy wrapped lovingly around my hard-on distract me from my humiliating surroundings. I glanced over to see Angelica was feeding herself, and there wasn't a single drop of soup on her bib. She turned to watch me being spoon-fed and when she caught my eye, she gave me a smug, superior smirk. I couldn't meet her cool unwavering stare, and returned my eyes to the Barbie bowl sitting on the highchair tray in front of me, praying that it would soon empty and my humiliation would come to an end. Finally Aunty was noisily scraping the bottom of the plastic bowl, and she soundly praised me. "What a good baby! Isn't Baby Jennie precious, eating it all up like a good baby girl for her Aunty Cath?"

She was grinning madly as she carelessly wiped my messy face with a relatively clean corner of my bibby, and when she let the soiled cloth drop to my chest, Mummy handed her sister my pink sippy-cup full of warm milk. Aunty Cath took the pink plastic cup and pressed the sipping spout between my lips, and I automatically began to suck. I went to take it from her, but she simply batted my hands away as though I was too incompetent to even hold my own sippy-cup. I clutched the sides of the highchair tray in embarrassment, and sucked harder on the pink sipping spout to more swiftly drain the contents. But Aunty Cath merely scolded me for drinking too fast, and ordered me to slow down. By the time I'd drained my cup, Mummy and Angelica had finished their lunch, and I noticed my sister had been allowed to drink her blue sippy-cup of warm milk unassisted.

After Mummy finished gently wiping her face and hands with a warm wet washcloth, she approached me with a grim smile. "You certainly are a messy little girl today, Baby Jennie." I whimpered in pain as she savagely scoured my filthy chin and cheeks with the same washer. "Baby Jennie is such a messy eater!" she scolded me sternly, scrubbing remorselessly at my tender lips until every last fleck of orange gunk had been painfully scraped away. When she finished washing my hands as well as the messy highchair tray, she unbuckled the seat belt at the back of the highchair, then released and removed the wooden tray.

I stretched my arms up and yawned hugely, causing my Aunty to wryly comment; "It looks like our little Baby Jennie is all tuckered out and ready for her afternoon nap."

"I'm not tired," I whined like a sulky toddler, and when the adults merely laughed in response, I involuntarily yawned again to give lie to my words. "I'm not tired!" I repeated unnecessarily, even as I tried unsuccessfully to strangle the second yawn, unaware that I sounded exactly like a cranky, over-tired child.

"Of course you're not, sweetie," Mummy pretended to heartily agree. After placing a folded tea towel over her shoulder, she held me against her full bosom so my freshly-scrubbed chin rested on the cotton towel, patting and rubbing my back firmly. I saw Aunty Cath smile and I blushed rosily when I produced a hearty belch totally beyond my control.

"Good girl!" Mummy condescendingly praised me, and she patted my back more firmly until I involuntarily burped loudly again. "Good baby! That's better. We don't want my little Baby Jennie to suffer from a windy tummy during her afternoon nap, now do we?" Mummy removed the restraining straps from my lap and lifted me down. She gripped my hand tightly as I trudged down the hallway towards the Nursery, and I was glad to realise my erection had dwindled when I felt another scalding-hot gush of fresh wee-wees in my warm saturated nappy.

When Aunty Cath joined us she was carrying my smelly baby doll out at arm's length, and she placed Justine on her back in my open crib with a loud sniff of disapproval. She stepped over to where I lay on the change table proudly holding up my new pacifier, and after licking both the latex nipple and the inside of the pink plastic guard till they were glistening with her saliva, she pressed the huge dripping dummy teat between my parted lips and clipped the chain to my romper suit. "There you go, Baby Jennie," she cooed in honeyed baby tones, grinning broadly as I obediently sucked on the drool-covered latex teat. "We wouldn't put our precious baby girl down in her crib for her afternoon nap without her dum-dums, would we?"

"I don't think my little baby girl has thanked her Aunty yet for buying her a new dummy, has she?" Mummy asked pointedly, with a warning glance at me. "Say thank you to Aunty Cath for your new dum-dums, Baby Jennie, like a polite little girl."

I knew I had no choice, and my cheeks burned with shame again as I glanced up at my beautiful Aunty's smirking face. "Fank you for my new dum-dumth, Aunty Cath," I submissively mumbled, and both women seemed amused by the childish lisp the fat dummy teat caused me to adopt.

"Such good manners, Baby Jennie. How sweet! I like you so much more than that horrid boy, Jeremy. I might have to speak to your Mummy about you having a more permanent place in this family, little girl." She laughed gaily and so did Mummy, but I wasn't sure if she was joking or not.

Mummy kept discussing her plans for my impending toilet training with her sister while she removed my drenched nappies and thoroughly cleaned my pee-stained loins. But I was so emotionally drained and exhausted that my eyes kept drifting closed, and I couldn't concentrate on what they were saying while Mummy sprinkled powder all over my freshly-cleaned crotch and bottom and rubbed it in. I was already half asleep when they lay me back in the cot next to my reeking doll, and raised and locked the side rail. I instinctively pressed my plush pink teddy between my knees as I rolled onto my side facing the wall away from my stinky baby. I think I fell fast asleep while still sucking on my pacifier before they left the room.

  

  

  

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