- And, Zhenya, hello! I heard a lot about you. Before you were very naughty, and now, it seems, you can behave in society.

“Yes, aunt, ma'am,” answered Eugene, trying to speak unnaturally, almost squeakily. The hostess was pleased:

- How do you like our little house?

- Very beautiful, aunt, ma'am:

- Yes indeed. There are a lot of things for you - toys, books, entertainment. Take the candy!

From the hands of his aunt, Eugene took a lollipop, thanking him.

- Now get some rest from the road. Miss Jones, take Little Woman to the bedroom.

In the room already familiar to him, there was another dressing up. Eugene found that he would have to lie down not in a wooden bed, seen earlier, but in a giant crib in the corner, full of warm blankets and pillows. And he realized that he wanted to sleep and wanted to go to the toilet.

“Ma'am,” he said weepingly, “could I go to the lavatory?”

- What are you, stupid, - Miss Jones laughed, - such little girls can only walk on the potty! And now you need bainki. To avoid trouble, put on that.

She pulled out of the closet elastic diaper with Velcro, which was immediately buttoned at the hips of Eugene, who did not even have time to be surprised. Miss Jones, holding his hands above his head, pulled on a pink shirt, wearing a robe and lace, tied at the top of her chin and at the waist. Then hid Eugene's hair with a silk cap. In the hands of Miss Jones lurking remarkable strength. This half-asleep Eugene realized when he was caught in his arms, swung a couple of times and lowered into a crib. He felt himself covered, carefully cushioned and tucked into the blanket. He struggled with sleep and resisted the natural desire to ease, but the bladder was full, and plunging into sleep, Eugene felt a trickle on the diaper.

He awoke several hours later; the cradle was already on duty Miss Jones. Nearby stood the aunt herself, who smiled:

- The girl is awake and probably wants to eat: Raise her, Miss Jones.

The second woman took out Eugene from the cradle and noticed that the diaper is wet:

- Zhenya was described, she must be swaddled.

With this, Aunt Wanda agreed:

- Yes, she was released from the diapers early, too soon. Agu, my little one! - And she led her index finger in front of Eugene, already laid on the table next. They took off his clothes, lifted and laid the warm flannel fabric from below, with which the hips were now wrapped. Then it was the turn of the extravagant blue shirt, and the sandals, which the aunt personally fastened on his feet.

- Now, Zhenya probably wants to eat? - Eugene, who was completely lost, could not resist and pronounced a consensus formula. Then a horn with milk was born, immediately brought to his lips:

- Suck, small, enjoy your meal!

And he smacked his lips, and the white liquid from the horn flowed into his throat, sobering from sleep. Soon, Eugene finally got rid of the action of sleeping pills and calmed down. Then the horn was removed from the lips, a large rubber nipple appeared instead:

- To be an obedient girl and keep yourself quiet, you should wear it in your mouth if you don't eat! - I had to open my mouth, and there was inserted a long-forgotten object. - Now you can run. Put the girl on his legs.

On the floor, Eugene found that a thick layer of flannel prevented straightening his legs, and he could move either in the manner of a baby, running on bent legs under the laughter and joyful remarks of women, or on all fours.

- It's already a big girl! Miss Jones, take her out to the park. Just put on a flannel shirt warmer!

After these preparations, Eugene was on the playground, where there were a lot of shells. It was arranged with intent. Miss Jones ensured that the “girl” was properly engaged, and thus “kids” of Aunt Wanda kept their shape, despite the fact that most of the day was passive lifestyle. Having ensured that the educated “played enough” enough, the housekeeper took Eugene to dinner.

In the dining room, he was seated on a “baby” (not just in size) high chair, which allowed only to turn his head and move his arms and legs, and fed him with a spoon - however, with nourishing and almost adult food. Then there were the evening games with cubes and puzzles in the living room; Aunt Wanda watched him with great emotion. Then she personally laid Eugene in the cradle and offered to see a book with pictures. This turned out to be an amazing publication on the topic of child sex. All the pictures were either made on a computer, or simply very realistic drawings. But it was told in “Tiny Annie” about how several adult boys taught quite a little girl to physical love and how she liked it. The aunt spent a long time explaining each picture, and she managed to achieve the corresponding effect: Eugenia's penis raised the vest and got the attention of the woman.

- What are you, little, worried? The nipple does not reassure you, but maybe your boob will calm you down? - Huge breasts covered everything else from Eugene. He took the nipple in his mouth and began to imitate the same movements that he recently tried on the horn with milk. At this time, the strong hands of his aunt took up his sexual organ. At the same time, she did not cease to treat gentle phrases to the “girl” until Eugene had finished. The aunt wiped his flannel cloth, put the same rubber nipple in her mouth and called Miss Jones:

- It will be necessary to swaddle Zhenya for the night, otherwise she is somehow worried:

“Good, ma'am.” - On Evgeny, on top of the flannel layer, they wrapped another one, then a thin blanket, and tied up the resulting packaging exactly as babies swaddle. Both women knew their business thoroughly: he felt that he could only bend the trunk slightly, that he was absolutely helpless and was at the mercy of the “aunt” swinging him in his arms. But the motion sickness did not last long: having convinced of the reliability of the diaper, the hostess put her victim in the cradle and said to Miss Jones:

- Read Zhenya a little more, let him fall asleep.

And, shaking the cradle with one hand, the housekeeper continued to read the scabrous book. Eugene felt excitement, felt like a tight flannel that compresses, then unclenches his penis, as a wave of passion captures him. A quiet voice of Miss Jones gave rise to all the new exciting pictures, every movement of the cradle led to sweet tension and to torture of dissatisfaction. Then Miss Jones leaned over him.

- Are you all right, Zhenya? Now let's check: - and began to stroke the flannel surface with a palm, as if straightening it. And inside, in a close and warm space, Eugene's penis pinned down became a source of real flour: He ejaculated at the moment when Miss Jones’s hand once again touched a hillock in the lower abdomen. Sperm settled inside, on diapers, it seemed that this was the greatest relief for him. Penis fell: but the hand of Miss Jones did not leave their seemingly chaotic movements: The next orgasm did not come soon; Eugene tried to scream, but he could not push the specially made nipple. Pleasure was a real pain, because he was powerless to satisfy him. Excitement from rhythmic movements, from obscene stories, from pressure of flannel and caresses of hands merged together. Prevent, dodge ... Read more →