Posted by NaughtyLittleGirl on October 27, 1998 at 06:50
A Story On Babification - Part III: Sarah Rules!
Hello again, David here. Or should I say Davey. As I have already described,
Jessica, my sister and myself have been forced to be babies by our mutual
Aunty Rose. Her daughter Sarah, also has gotten in on the act, serving as
the main tattle-tale. She calls Rose every time we do something wrong. In
the last chapter of our saga, Aunty Rose punished Jessica severely by tying
her up in a baby straitjacket and hanging her upside down with a bottle
strapped in her mouth. The bottle was full of disgusting baby formula. I
managed to get her loose because my restraints weren't tight enough. Once I
had freed Jessica, we found a manhole in the roof and climbed up. Inside the
crawl space between the two floors of Aunty Rose's house, we tried to find
another manhole that would let us out, before Aunty Rose found that we were
loose. We found a manhole but it turned out to be under watch, just like our
planned escape route. So we hid inside a cupboard in our original bedroom via
a trapdoor in the floor of the cupboard. However we were found...
"You two are going to really get it now!" said Sarah in a menacing tone.
Jessica didn't want to be punished again so she made a break for it. Sarah
was caught off guard as Jessica bolted out the door... and crashed into Aunty
Rose coming along the hallway. Sarah grabbed me as Aunty Rose grabbed Jessica.
We were dragged kicking and screaming down to the baby room on the ground
floor. They threw us inside and locked the door. Instantly Jessica looked up
at the manhole and to our mutual dismay saw that it had been nailed shut. She
slumped down in the corner near where she was originally hung up.
"What do we do now?" asked Jessica after a few minutes of gloomy silence.
"I just don't know." I replied.
"We have to get out of here! Our parents have gone nuts, so has Aunty Rose.
And I hate Sarah! She is such a bitch, always telling on us."
"Yeh, what a bitch."
"I wonder what they are going to do to us now, I mean what more can they do?" asked Jessica.
We soon found out. Five or so minutes later, Aunty Rose unlocked the door and
came in. She was followed closely by Sarah and each of them were holding a
plastic bag. They ordered us to lie in our cots and with a glare that meant
business, we didn't object. Sarah went over to Jessica and started retying
her mittens on. Aunty Rose did the same to me and this time, little straps
were used around the wrists and padlocks were put on.
Our dummies were strapped into our mouths again and I was strapped down.
Jessica however was led out of the room by her mittened hand. Aunty Rose
locked the door and I was alone. A few futile tugs on my straps proved that
escape was impossible. I waited, wondering what horrible things they were
doing to Jessica. An hour passed before I found out. The door was unlocked
and a disheveled Jessica was led in. She looked as if she had been fighting
hard. Once she was strapped down and the two women had left I asked her, as
best as I could what had happened.
"Mwot wwappend?" (What happened)
"Way wave we a wemmemma" Jessica replied.
"Mwot??" (What?)
"Way.. wave.. we.. a.. wemmemma!"
Jeez! They gave my sister an enema! They actually gave Jessica an enema!
Why they hell did they do that?! I didn't have time to ask that however,
because Sarah came in and took me out of the room. It was the most awful
experience I had ever had! They took me to the laundry and strapped my hand
and foot to a bench. My bum was raised up by a waist strap hanging from the
ceiling and my nappy was removed. Instead of the dummy, they put a large gag
in my mouth and strapped it tightly. Then they inserted the tube. I fought
as hard as I could but failed to escape. They kept up the treatment for ages.
(actually it was only 20 minutes but it seemed like hours).
I don't know if what happened afterwards is worse but I know it comes close.
They took me into the kitchen and put me in to the large high chair. Strapped
in, I was at their mercy. They brought out a large bowl of mushified baby
food. I could smell the reek of baby formula coming off it. I loathed Aunty
Rose now. How could she do this?!? Firstly though, they opened up the second
draw in the kitchen and brought out a large pile of baby bibs. Oh no! Not a
bib! Aunty Rose grinned as she chose a pale pink coloured one with little
bears all over it. It also had lunchtime written on it in large red letters.
She came over to me making cooing noises and saying stuff like,
"And now we're going to put bibby wibby on baby waby!"
I flashed her a look of hatred but she just laughed.
Sarah pushed my head down and Aunty Rose put the bib on me and tied it
tightly at the back. I felt humiliated and very silly.* Then Sarah grabbed a
spoon and started shovelling the mush into my mouth. It was useless to spit
it out, because Sarah would just pick it up and stick it back in. Then it
tasted even more disgusting. Although the bib was getting a good workout. By
the end of the ordeal, it was covered in splashings of baby mush and it had
almost as much on it as I had in my stomach. I felt queasy but I managed to
hold it down.
After I had been returned to the baby room, I was put on the changing table
and strapped down. With the dummy in my mouth, I couldn't protest when she
unfastened the press studs in the crotch of my baby romper suit and checked
my nappy. I was shocked to find that not only had I wet it because of the
torment during the enema, but I had also messed it. I was embarrassed but
Aunty Rose took it all in her stride. She quickly changed my nappy for a
clean terry-towelling and fastened the safety pins. I couldn't believe that
I had wet my nappy without realising it. Had I really lost control of my
bladder? Was I really in need of a diaper. I certainly hoped not, and I
resolved to try to control my passings as best as I could from now on. Aunty
Rose re fastened the crotch of my rompers and deposited my into my crib. She
fastened up the straps while Sarah checked Jessica's.
Aunty Rose then pulled Sarah off-side and started talking to her.
"Sarah, I have to go to the next town to pick up more diapers for the babies.
I will be back later on tonight so until then you are in charge."
"You mean it Mum? Am I in charge of the babies?"
"That's right. Look after them and punish them if they misbehave." Aunty
Rose replied with ernest.
"Not a problem."
Sarah looked at us and just winked. But it was not a kind wink if you know
what I mean. It meant that trouble was coming. Aunty Rose left twenty minutes
later and within seconds, Sarah was in the baby room unfastening me.
"Guess what baby Davey? You are going to go over to the neighbor and I am
going to show you off!"
I struggled as hard as I could against her but she possessed incredible
strength for a girl of her age. But to make matters worse, she didn't walk
me over. I was put in an over-sized baby pram, covered with a thick blanket
and strapped down chest, waist and foot. Jessica was left behind as we set
off for the neighbors house. Sarah pushed the pram whilst I tried to get a
look around. Any information I could gather on the outside might aid us in
escaping. I noted a fence running around the property partially obscured by a
row of rose bushes. There was a single large gate, big enough for a car to
get through at the end of the driveway. Sarah pulled out a remote and pointed
it at the gate. So there was no manual control for the gate. The gate rumbled
open and we went through it. As it closed behind us, I saw that the house was
set in a cul-de-sac with only two other houses. You see, when we came to this
house to stay, we were very tired when we got here, and pay much attention to
our surroundings. We headed for the house on the left of Rose's place. As we
went down the drive, I heard a woman yell out.
"You brought the baby over!"
"Yeah, I thought you might like to see him."
A middle-aged woman looked at me and started cooing and gaaing. I felt like
biting her. Was everybody on this street nuts?!? We went inside and I was put
in a playpen. It was wooden and about two metres square. It was about one
metre high and it had a ceiling on it. So I couldn't get out. Then to my joy,
I saw crayons! I cautiously sidled over to them, pretending to throw stuff
around randomly. As soon as I was in reach of a crayon I waited. Soon enough,
the two women went into the kitchen for some tea and I jammed the crayon into
my romper suit via the neck opening. I assisted the crayon inside the suit
until it was in next to my foot inside the built in booties. Then I quietly
tore a page out of a coloring book and stuffed that into my romper suit.
Hopefully I could now use these two articles to get a 'message in a bottle'
to someone. But being that there were only two houses on the street beside
our own, my chances were slim.
To make things worse, one of the houses was on Rose's side. So I hoped that
the other house on the right side was 'normal'. Luckily, our baby room was
on the right side of the house. So maybe I could do it. Just then Sarah came
back into the room and prepared to leave. She said that we needed our nap.
I started throwing toys around inside the playpen which prompted Sarah to
scold me. I was trying to prove that I didn't need a nap but she put it down
to over-tiredness. I was put back into the baby pram, strapped in of course
and we headed back to the house. Once I was back in the crib, Sarah tucked
me in and checked Jessica again. For some reason, she was wary of Jessica
now. Almost as if she thought Jessica masterminded the escape attempt.
Sarah then left the room and locked the door. Naturally, I didn't sleep and
neither did Jessica. I hastily informed her of my secret stash of supplies.
She grinned and having nothing better to do, we both just lay there in
silence. I must have dozed off, because the next thing I remember is being
woken by Sarah for a feed. She unstrapped me and took me out to the lounge.
I was put in her lap still mittened and fed a bottle. Being tired as I was,
I didn't refuse much. Besides, Sarah mustn't have used formula this time,
because the bottle tasted good. I sucked the warm milk until I couldn't take
any more and stopped sucking.
Sarah didn't waste any time returning me to the room. But instead of being
put in the crib, I was put in the playpen. It was a similar set up to the
other lady's playpen. In the pen was Jessica. She must have been fed before
me, when I was asleep. Unfortunately, she was being punished again. She was
wearing the baby straitjacket again and the dummy was firmly strapped in her
mouth preventing her from doing anything other than mumbling. Sarah mentioned
that Jessica was being punished becuase she was the bad baby. And because I
was the good baby, I would be left to play. I still had the mittens on and
the dummy, so there was no way to help poor Jessica. As soon as Sarah had
left the room and locked the door, I fished out my crayon and paper. I'll
tell you this much. It is very hard trying to write a note, or for that case
writing anything when your hands are tied up in a thickly padded pair of
mittens
I tried my best and eventually had a readable line of words. It said:
Help Call the police. Need help at 7 Mangrove Plc.
Fortunately, there was a balloon on a string in the room, so I grabbed it
and tied the note to it. The window was open for ventilation and it was in
reach, so I pushed the balloon out and watched it fly off. I hope someone
would find it soon! I hated being under Sarah's yoke. As I watched, the
balloon floated in the breeze, dragging the note behind it. It was caught in
a breeze and flew left and out of my sight. I hoped it would be found soon.
As it turned out, I was right. An hour later, Sarah stormed in holding the
note.
"Ok babies! Ms Dibbs found this note on a balloon that floated into her yard.
Who sent it?"
I gulped. Nothing I ever did worked out right.
Note from editor. I dedicate the bib section to BabyBibbedSteve. Hope you
like it mate.
Email: naughtylitgirl@hotmail.com