Tom lay in his crib, impatient and uncomfortable. Nancy had left an hour earlier, telling Lisa she wouldn’t be home until very late. Tom was damp when she left, and the bottles of juice and formula he drank that afternoon had now soaked his diaper all the way through. The heavy cloth sagged against his leg and squished when he moved, releasing pee onto his bare shin to trickle back into the diaper. The smell of baby powder mixed with pee hung heavily in the air. And if that weren’t bad enough, his dinner was overdue.
Tom could tell that Lisa was home because he heard her moving around downstairs. As he listened more closely, though, he got confused. It seemed like she was in more than one room at a time. Finally, she started up the stairs. Tom’s eyes opened wide with horror. The stairs were busy with feet. Lisa was not alone.
The door to the nursery flew open and Tom flushed crimson with embarrassment. Tagging along with Lisa were two other girls her age. One was tall with long dark hair and a chest to die for, unrestrained by a bra under a light pink t-shirt. The other was blond and also very beautiful, wearing a low-cut top and shorts which did little to hide her firm buttocks. They were being led closed-eyed to the side of Tom’s crib.
“And this is the little stinker I have to stay home with tonight,” Lisa said, almost with pride.
The girls opened their eyes, dropped their mouths open and together began giggling uncontrollably. The dark-haired beauty regained her composure first. “He is just too cute, Lisa. But isn’t he a little, um, old to be wearing diapers?”
“He wouldn’t be wearing them if he didn’t need them,” Lisa replied. “Here, I’ll show you.” Lisa pulled the front of Tom’s plastic panties down, releasing a strong whiff of powder and urine. She then playfully pushed down on his yellowed crotch, squishing his diaper loudly. The two visitors suppressed more giggles.
“I see what you mean” the blond one said, smiling. “Shouldn’t we change him? He’d be more comfortable, and…” here she pinched her nose… “I’d probably enjoy his company a lot more too.”
“All right, why don’t we do it right here in his crib,” Lisa said, amused at Tom’s wide, disbelieving eyes. “Toni, do you want the honors? Don’t worry, Patti, there’ll be lots of other chances before the night is through.”
Toni lowered the side of the crib, reaching for a clean diaper with her other hand. She then set baby wipes near Tom’s chest and put two diaper pins in her mouth. Carefully, she inched the dripping panties off of Tom’s legs and dropped them into the diaper pail. As she bent over to reach the pin on Tom’s right side, her long dark hair fell in his face. He could see her breasts, nipples firm, as her t-shirt fell open. She dawdled there, as if teasing him. His penis began to grow hard.
Soon Toni straightened up and removed the other pin. She lowered Tom’s diaper, revealing his excitement. “I see Baby likes to get his didies changed,” she taunted as the other girls smirked. “Don’t get any ideas, little one. Nothing that sits in wet diapers all day is getting close to my pussy. Besides, I’m afraid if you got too excited you’d poop your panties.”
The girls laughed as Tom’s penis collapsed under the humiliation. Toni took a baby wipe and carefully, thoroughly cleaned Tom’s penis, balls and bottom, sticking her wipe-covered finger far up his ass. She then took his diaper by a corner, holding it at arm’s length.
“This must be the wettest, heaviest, smelliest diaper I’ve ever changed, and I’ve done a lot of babysitting,” she claimed. She let it go above the diaper pail and Tom heard a loud ‘plop.’ “I think we’d better put a couple of them on this time.”
Toni lifted Tom’s legs and laid not two but three clean diapers under his bottom. She didn’t spare the baby powder, and sensuously rubbed it into his crotch. Tom’s organ, humiliated once, did not respond. He began to feel truly babyish; non-sexual. He closed his eyes as she snapped the pins shut.
“There, now, isn’t that better?” Toni cooed. “Lisa, what do we put him in now?”
“You’ve got to dress him up!” Patti interjected. “After all, you do have company.”
“I don’t know…” Lisa said thoughtfully. Her eyes suddenly brightened. “Wait a minute, I’ll be right back.” Lisa ran from the room then returned moments later with a lacy white baby-doll nightie trimmed with pink ribbons. “My aunt gave me this when I was 13. Isn’t it just awful?”
“But just perfect for our little baby!” Patti exclaimed. “Come on now, little Tommie, sit up so Aunt Patti can dress you.” As she spoke, she pulled Tom close to her chest and lifted him into sitting position. “Lift your arms now.”
Tom did as he was told. He hoped that by cooperating with the girls, they wouldn’t notice that he had already wet his diapers. In all of the excitement, he hadn’t even been aware that he was peeing. Patti pulled the nightgown over his head and helped his arms through the puffy sleeves.
The girls looked at their little baby girl. Toni frowned. “Something’s missing—I know!” Tom couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Toni pulled her jeans down in front of him, revealing a pair of pink satin panties. He stared as Toni stepped out of her pants and took off her panties. She left the pants on the floor as she stepped over to the crib. Her pussy glistened in front of him.
“Lay back, Baby.” Tom lay down as Toni turned to put the panties on him, showing a firm, rounded bottom. Tom blushed as this girl/woman pulled her pink panties up his legs, stretching them over his diapers. “Don’t you wet these,” she whispered in his ear as she snapped the waistband. Unabashed, she stepped back into her jeans and pulled them up over her naked bottom, slowly re-buttoning them at the waist.
Tom was so focused on Toni that he hadn’t seen Patti remove her makeup kit from her purse. She was on him before he could resist, applying a powder puff to his face. She then streaked his cheeks with a liquid rouge, rubbing in to give his face a pinkish glow. Lisa added her touch by combing Tom’s hair to a peak, then fastening it with a large pink ribbon. The girls smiled as they stepped back.
“Much better!” They all said at once.
“Only one problem,” Patti said, frowning. “‘Tom’ isn’t a very appropriate name for someone who wears frilly dresses, pink panties and hair bows. What about ‘Tami’?”
The girls loved it. Lowering their new baby girl out of her crib, they ordered her to crawl downstairs after them. Tom/Tami knew that he, or she, had no choice.
When Tom reached the bottom of the stairs, he saw Lisa positioning his high chair in the middle of the kitchen floor. Patti was next to her, holding a new pink and yellow terrycloth bib. Tom wondered where Toni was until he felt a firm pat on his pantied bottom.
“C’mon, little girl, it’s din-din time. Auntie Toni and Auntie Patti will take care of you.”
Tom grimaced as he was snapped tight into the high chair. Patti teased him about keeping his pretty frills clean as she tied the bib around his neck, while Lisa and Toni pulled leftover food from the refrigerator. Tom saw half of a sweet potato, an old, over-ripe pear, some baked chicken, a container of yogurt and several other containers of food he couldn’t identify. He watched with disbelieving eyes as the girls dumped all of it into the blender.
“Keep it a little chunky,” Lisa told Toni, who was working the controls. “She’s learning to chew a little.”
The whirr of the blended ended, and the girls poured a thick, greenish-brown foul-smelling mess into a baby dish. Lisa heated it to warm in the microwave, then set it in front of Tom. She handed a spoon to Patti.
“Open wide for the airplane Tami” Patti squealed as she shoved a heaping spoon at Tom’s mouth. With his first taste, he was repulsed. He tried to push the food back out, but Patti was too quick with the spoon. As soon as he’d open his mouth to push it out, she would shove more in, scraping whatever dripped onto his chin back in along with it. Before long, it seemed less painful to swallow the awful mixture than to let it keep building up in his cheeks. He gave in.
“She likes it!” Toni cried derisively. “But our little baby girl is so messy.” Toni lifted the bib and wiped Tom’s face with it. She smiled at him as he blushed.
Dinner lasted an eternity. The three girls took turns feeding their charge, teasing him as they fed. The dinner dish seemed to have an endless bottom, but finally Tom heard the scraping of the last bits. He ate it eagerly.
Tom’s moment of triumph was short-lived. He felt a strong gurgle in his bowels and knew he would soon soil his diapers. He couldn’t imagine what humiliations his three babysitters would put him through and tried desperately to think of a way to avoid it. He decided to bold from the chair and leave the house as soon as the tray table of his high chair was removed. Whatever consequences he suffered, they couldn’t be as bad as having three teenage girls see him dirty his diaper.
No sooner did he make his decision, though, than he lost control and pooped heavily. Tom silently cursed his weakened sphincter. Since being put into diapers a few weeks earlier, the time between his awareness of his need to pee or poop and his accidents had decreased to almost nothing. He knew now that he actually needed his babyish protection.
As Tom considered his curse, Toni removed the tray table while Patti untied the soiled bib. Both girls stopped suddenly and looked at each other, then over at Lisa. For a moment, for Tom at least, time stood still.
“I think our little girl just left a surprise in the bottom of her diaper,” Toni said, making a face.
“I didn’t know she used her diapers for everything,” Patti told Lisa. “And this one smells pretty bad. We’ll wait down here while you change her.”
“Now wait just a minute, ladies,” Lisa replied. “When you agree to help babysit, it includes the whole bit, dirty diapers included. We need to decide who gets the honor. Any ideas?”
“Yep,” Toni said, smiling as she pulled three mixing bowls out of the cabinet. Here’s the rules. First, we drink a few beers. In an hour or so, we each pee into a bowl. Whoever pees the least loses and has to change Tami. By that time, she should be a real pleasure to be near."
The other girls agreed, and Patti pulled Tom down from the high chair. As he crawled to the playpen, his poop smeared against his bottom; sitting down, it pushed everywhere. He was miserable. He began to cry softly as he heard three cans of beer opened in the kitchen.
An hour and a half later, Tom was still sitting in his playpen, unchanged. The girls were all drunk and giddy, and had teased him mercilessly. The air was heavy with the smell of pee, poop and beer. Tom’s whole diaper area was itchy and sore, and for the first time he began to wonder whether an adult could get diaper rash. He was relieved when Lisa entered the living room carrying a rubber sheet.
“Ok, girls, we’re ready.” Lisa was slurring her words a bit. “But let’s make the stakes more interesting. Whoever loses not only changes Tami, she has to wear Toni’s panties and some rubber pants the rest of the night.” She smiled, knowing that the pink panties covering Tom’s diapers would be well-perfumed by now.
The others giggled and readily assented. Without another word, each one stripped from the waist down and squatted over one of the bowls from the kitchen. Tom couldn’t believe what he was watching. Slowly, each girl began to urinate into their bowl, pausing occasionally to check their progress. The odor of warm, fresh pee drifted up Tom’s nose as the sound of light splashing filled his ears. He watched as the yellow contents of each bowl rose toward the top. Lisa finished first and jiggled her hips to get the last few drops out. Toni and Patti soon did the same.
“The moment of truth!” Toni exclaimed happily as she moved the bowls together. The three half-naked girls bent over the bowls, eyeing them closely. Lisa’s rear end hung inches from Tom’s face.
“We have a winner!” Lisa squealed, and Tom could tell from the flush on Patti’s face that she would be changing him soon. Focusing on Patti’s distraught expression, he didn’t see Lisa come up behind him. He suddenly felt the back of his diaper pulled open and turned just as Lisa poured the contents of her bowl inside. Seconds later, Toni did the same in his front. His already saturated diaper was now filled past its limit, and a trickle of pee ran out of his crotch, puddling beneath him.
“Not fair!” Patti screamed, seeing the dark stain spread over Toni’s precious panties. But she knew she was doomed. Lisa pushed Tom down and pulled his legs up in the air, pulling the wet panties off. She help them carefully at arm’s length, handing them to a blushing Patti. Toni appeared with a pair of white rubber pants.
Patti took the panties and carefully stepped into them. Pulling them up tight, the wet bottom clung to her ass and drips of pee fell from the crotch. Quickly, she pulled the large rubber panties on. The other girls squealed with delight. Even Patti managed a smile.
“Ok, let’s get this over with,” she said, grimacing. The three girls lifted Tom up and had him step into a pair of light yellow plastic panties to avoid further messing the carpet. As he crawled toward the stairs, the overloaded diaper hung heavily toward the floor. Tom found it difficult to move. Only the prospect of getting into a clean diaper helped him make it up the stairs and onto the changing table. Lisa and Toni hung back as Patti approached the table.
“Ok, Tami, let’s see if you’ve been a good little girl,” she said as she stuck a finger inside his elastic leg. “Oh, my! It seems like you’ve filled your didie with nasties. And your bottom is so stinky! You really should learn to use the potty, young girl. What will the boys think when they put their hand down your pants at the movies and get peed on?”
Lisa and Toni giggled loudly. Tom knew that the sight of a teenage girl in wet panties and rubber pants changing a mature male in a frilly negligee must be quite a sight.
“Now, let’s pull your pretty dress up so that it doesn’t get soiled. There. Lift your legs like a good girl, that’s right. These panties are so wet. And look at your didies! You’d think you hadn’t been changed in a week. I don’t know how we’ll ever get those stains out.”
Tom grimaced as Patti unpinned one side of his diaper. She was concentrating heavily on her task, her tongue tucked in the corner of her mouth. As she opened the diaper and pulled it down, a blast of noxious odor hit her in the face. She looked at Tom accusingly.
“Tami, you have been such a bad girl. Pooping your panties like a little baby. Wait until your mommy finds out.” Patti continued the change, wiping Tom thoroughly with an endless supply of wipes. Tom’s penis remained flaccid as Patti cleaned it, calling it his “little clitty.” After ten or fifteen minutes, Tom finally found himself clean, powdered and re-diapered, his bottom stinging badly. Lisa and Toni joined Patti with much applause and began a ceremonial carrying of the diaper to the pail. They all then returned to the table and carried Tom to the crib. Leaving him in his dress and hair ribbons, the girls tucked him in and kissed him goodnight. Tom heard them giggling and laughing long into the night.