Premie Twins Summary: Twin six year-olds are kept as babies. Chapter 21 Chrissie whipped up the twins' baby formula as usual, but still felt bothered by her birthday-boy's "accident"--not so much that he had gone "poo-poo" in his diaper, but more so that it looked and smelled nothing like her two other big babies', and, not wanting to give him an enema (just yet), she thought: "I'm just gonna have to clean him inside, too," and prepared a special baby formula for Tommy;--adding aloe vera juice (a potent laxative), probiotic powder (billions of friendly bacteria), and slippery elm powder (a gummy substance). "This oughta do it," she thought. Once Sammy and Alec were in their highchairs and wearing bibs, she served up home-made oatmeal cookies along with their baby bottles of formula. Tommy, now assembling Tinker Toys on the floor, awaited his serving, and, needless to say, blushed when Chrissie asked Jessica to feed him his milk-shake, only this time from a baby bottle. "You can have your cookies later, sweet-pea," Chrissie said, "first drink your ba-ba. Up you go!" Jessica cradled Tommy in her arms, pressing his cheek against her breast while he nursed the bottle. "How is it, sweetie?" she asked. Tommy raised his eyes as if to nod, feeling like a true "born again" baby boy at that point. In this blissful state, he scarcely paid attention to what was going on around him. Maggie and Megan had fished one of the twins' old highchairs out of the garage, and were wiping it down with dust rags. Chrissie, who was baking a pumpkin pie, tacked up a HAPPY BIRTHDAY garland on the wall. The twins, having finished their bottles, were jumping around; laughing as they batted balloons about the room, prompting Chrissie to usher them out back. After Tommy drained his bottle, he fell into a kind of sleep-waking state (with Jessica holding him up with her hand under his butt, and patting him on the back while his head rested on her shoulder), and failed to even notice Maggie and Megan banging around as they hoisted a folded baby crib up the stairs, followed by Chrissie carrying its plastic covered mattress. The twins had managed to pop their balloons, and were crawling around in their sandbox, loading sand into their Tonka trucks and sitting down occasionally to dump their loads. "Those are cool!" said Tommy, wide- eyed at the array of toy vehicles scattered about the large sandbox. "This one's yours" said Sammy, taking his pacifier from his mouth, pointing to a big yellow truck, and nudging Alec. "Happy Birthday, Tommy!" they both cried. "Isn't that sweet," Chrissie said to Jessica, watching all this from the kitchen window, "it was their own idea, especially Sammy's...there goes Tommy, sucking his thumb again!" Chrissie went out back: "Tommy! what did I tell you about sucking you thumb?" she asked, slipping a pacifier in his mouth. "Your din-din will be ready in a few minutes." Tommy felt the urge to pee, and he knew it was useless to try and hold it back, and soon felt a completely novel sensation of warm pee soaking the front of his cloth diapers, which gradually expanded between his legs, having him spread them even wider as he sat on the sand. "Okay, let's eat, boys!" called Chrissie, "Jessie, brush the sand off of them before they come in." Jessica began with Tommy, brushing the sand from the seat of the overalls and between his legs (noticing his diapers felt a little heavier than before), then smoothed her hands down each leg. She followed with Sammy and then Alec, who were both obviously wet as well. When she asked them all to sit on the deck so she could do their feet, she was met with a chorus of "No-s!" and the three went scurrying into the house, giggling. "Wow!" said Tommy, bug-eyed, seeing the dining room all decorated with balloons. He only then spotted the third highchair, no smaller than the others; its white paint chipped up, but decorated with curly white ribbons, and situated between the others. "Happy Birthday! Tommy!" they all cried. "Maggie, Megan, Jessie, get the boys in their highchairs and put on their bibs, I'll get their plates." Chrissie served each a turkey hot dog on a wheat bun, slices of pumpkin pie, and sides of peas, smothered in butter. Tommy and Sammy began with the pie, shoveling bites into their mouths with plastic spoons. Alec held his hot dog (minus the bun), and Jessica thought he had the "darling" habit of closing his eyes before taking a bite. The girls stood around in the kitchen, munching on chips and dip, with Chrissie turning the muffins in the oven. "Oh, Jessie," Chrissie said, "give the boys some root beer in their sippy cups...I know it keeps them up, but this is a special occasion." Jessica took out a sippy cup and gave it to Tommy, who had devoured most of the pie filling, and, like Alec, was holding his hot dog (minus the bun), and dipping it in pea-butter before he took a bite. "Here's one for the birthday boy," she said, wiping the pumpkin smears from his mouth with his bib. "Yum! root beer!" he said, after taking a sip. "Oh boy! root beer!" cried Sammy, kicking his legs while holding a pea. Sammy would toss a pea in the air and try to catch it in his mouth, as if it were popcorn. Tommy thought this was funny, and began flipping peas at him with his plastic spoon, seeing if he could land one in his mouth. Jessica returned to see a pea bounce off his Sammy's cheek, and, trying not to laugh, used her syrupy tone of voice: "Tommy, dearest, don't play with your food, or else 'Miss'...Aha! she said, changing her tone, look at those feet...all of you! I'm coming back with my broom!" The boys giggled, with Tommy thinking "...with her broom, like she's Broom Hilda or somebody." When Jessica returned with the broom, peas were flying all over the place, with Sammy and Alec pelting Tommy from either side. "I told you I'd be back," she said, in mock seriousness, now let me see those piggys!" The boys squealed when she wiped the sand from their feet, with all of them sending more pee into their already pee-soaked diapers, kicking their legs under their highchair trays. Chrissie came into the room: "What's going on, here?" she said, holding back a laugh, "what are all these peas doing all over the place. C'mon, it's time to light the candles." Chapter 22 In short, it was the best, if not the only, birthday party Tommy could remember. Chrissie had made rasberrt muffins drizzled with melted vanilla chips, and brought out eight, arranged in a circle on a serving plate; with each having a lit candle on top. The fun and excitement had Tommy all but forgetting that he was sitting in very wet diapers;--his only problem being a number of persistant farts which left him feeling as though he was on the verge of dropping a load into them. "...Happy Birthday to you!" they all sang, ending the song; and cheered when Tommy blew out the candles. But Tommy had blown out another fart at the same time, and this time he felt something hard beginning to expand his butt hole. Thankfully, he thought, it wasn't coming out; it just stuck there. As uncomfortable as it felt sitting there with his butt hole wide open, it was still better, he thought, than sitting there in messy diapers. "Maybe I can hold it," he tried to assure himself. But he knew: it's like toothpaste; once it's out of the tube...yet this was if someone had forgotten to screw on the cap, and he could feel that what stuck out of his butt was hard and dry, so "maybe", he thought, it was possible to hold it until he could get to the bathroom. Despite his predicament, he was still determined to enjoy his little raspberry birthday "cake". A large color print of a donkey had been push-pinned on the cork-board where the twins' crayon drawings were hung, and the birthday boy was elected first to try to pin on its tail. Blindfolded and spun around, Tommy, having to bend his knees slightly, managed to stab the donkey square in the butt. Everyone cheered, and he was declared winner after the twins came nowhere close. He wasn't particularly thrilled, however, when Chrissie announced his "prize". "Tommy hasn't had his birthday spanking yet, Jessie, do you want to give it to him?" "His spanking? I'll get the brush," laughed Jessica, catching sight of the twins making a break for the backdoor. "Whoa, you two," said Chrissie, grabbing hold of the loops above their bottoms, "I want you to pick up these Tinker Toys before I change those messy diapers of yours." At this point, Tommy would've preferred having messy diapers to the ache up in his behind. "Go on, honey," Chrissie said, seeing the pained look on Tommy's face, "it's just a 'play' spanking; it won't hurt." He thought he'd just have to stand there and take his "spanking", but Jessica pulled him over her knee and counted out eight solid "whaps!" to his upturned diapered bottom. She then lifted him up and had him facing her while he straddled her leg. "Those were 'love spanks' bee-bee, you know we love you very much!" said Jessica, planting a "smooch" on his cheek. "What's the matter, honey," asked Chrissie, seeing Tommy's eyes welling up with tears, "did you go poo-poo?" "I...can't," he stammered, "it...won't come out...it's stuck!" Chrissie was alarmed: "Jessie, honey, get Maggie to help you change the twins' diapers; it's still early;--put them in Pampers, I'm gonna take Tommy up to the potty." Once out of his bibs, Chrissie had Tommy lay on the bathroom rug while she unsnapped his rubber pants and unpinned his diapers. She then had him stand with his legs apart and bent over with his hands on top of the tub. Not the least bit squeamish, she stuck her finger up his butt hole and managed to dislodge what seemed to be coming out side-ways, eventually holding in her hand what looked and felt like a Butterfinger bar. "It worked!" she thought, "no tellin' how long he's been carrying this around inside him!" She plopped it into the twins' potty bowl and sat Tommy on its seat. His "Butterfinger" was followed by what looked like long Tootsie-Rolls, and then a series of gooey Milk-Duds. "Gosh!" he exclaimed, finding it hard to imagine what it would've felt like in his diapers, "I never went so much in my life!" "It looks like it!" Chrissie laughed, "c'mere, honey, let me wipe your butt." "Does this mean I get to wear a Pamper now?" Tommy asked, blushing at hearing himself ask such a question. "Sure, baby," she laughed, but we're not quite finished just yet. I wanna clean you up some more. Now let's see that little pee-pee of yours." Chrissie spread a creamy white baby lotion up and down his "pee-pee", which became so stiff, Tommy almost reflexively jerked his hips back with a grunt. Chrissie giggled and continued to spread the creamy liquid around his groin and over his butt, leaving Tommy looking as though he were wearing a thin creamy diaper. "Let that baby cream sink into your skin, sweetie, it'll help prevent diaper rash," she said, pouring some of the lotion into a two-litre plastic bucket. "What's that for?" he asked, never having seen a bucket with a narrow flexible hose coming out at its base. "You'll see," Chrissie laughed, half-filling the bucket with warm water. "Tommy?!" she scolded, seeing him in the mirror beginning to suck his thumb. "What did I tell you?" she said, sticking a pacifier in his mouth. Chrissie had Tommy get on his knees with his head on the rug while she spread the penetrating cream between his butt cheeks. "Poor baby!" she said, "your little butt hole's all red! I'll put a little Vaseline on it." Tommy continued sucking his pacifier in anticipation of his next novel sensation, feeling the creamy "diaper" beginning to warm up his upturned bare bottom and throbbing little stiffie. Chapter 23 At length, Tommy was led down the hall, holding up his towel "diaper" which Chrissie had folded into a triangle. The twins were on the changing mats with their butts in the air, as Megan and Jessica held up the boys' legs while dusting their behinds with baby powder. Maggie was separating the pins from their messy diapers and burst into laughter when she saw Tommy. "Look! it's Baby Huey!" "Maggie!?" Chrissie said, lowering a brow, "you finish diapering Alec...Jessie, honey, Tommy wants to wear a Pamper;-- put him on the bassinet and see if he can still fit into one." "C'mere, Tommy," Maggie said, "I wanna give you a hug, sweetums." As she lifted him up with a big bear-hug, Tommy felt a little water squirt from his butt, before his "diaper" dropped to the floor. It was only then that he noticed the other smaller baby crib in the nursery. "Up we go, baby-cakes!" said Jessica, scooping him up from behind with her hand between his legs and arm around his breast. "Poor honey-buns, your little bum-hole must be sore after that poo-poo was stuck up in there" she said, landing Tommy on his hands and knees atop the bassinet. "Let's have a look," said Jessica, spreading his butt cheeks. "Oh, bee- bee, it's all red!...let's make sure that doesn't happen again," she said, picking up a wad of diaper ointment with her middle finger and gently shoving it up his butt. "A little more oughta do it," she said, scooping up a bigger wad of salve and sticking it in as far as her finger could reach. While she held there, Tommy, whose shoulders were now on the bassinet, shuddered as he coughed out his pacifier with a grunt. "There, bee-bee, you should be okay now," she said, putting the pacifier back in his mouth. She had him roll over on his back, and tried not to make a big do about the size of his stiffie while she stroked it with the salve. "I promised Tommy he could play on the trampoline," Chrissie said, gathering up the twins' messy diapers. "Maggie, honey, would you and Megan mind watching the boys out back while I make their bottles?" Chrissie asked. "Can we feed our babies, too then?" asked Megan, still wanting to play "Mommy". "Alright, dear," laughed Chrissie, "it's still warm out, let them jump around in just their Pampers." Tommy's reality again began to blur. The words of the girls kept echoing in his mind. In the span of a few short hours, it was as if he's been transformed from an eight year-old who was more or less left to fend for himself, to an almost completely dependent toddler baby, who sucked a pacifier instead of his thumb, and wore diapers all the time, instead of only for bed. In the end, it was the {love}, even more than the sensual, that left him wondering if he wanted to, or even could, return to his former self. "Let's have a look, diaperboy," laughed Chrissie, returning with a roll of clear mailing tape. "That's what I was afraid of," she said, seeing the tapes of the diaper stretched to their breaking point. "This'll never hold up on the trampoline...we'll have to get you some bigger diapers tomorrow at the mall, but in the mean time..." she paused, wrapping the clear tape around the top of his diaper, "...in the mean time, Tommy," she continued, feeling the bulge in the front of his Pamper, "little 'woody' here better go down, or you're liable to pee all over your tummy!" Jessica giggled, and gave Tommy a pat on the butt, "Let's go sweetie," she said, "I wanna a picture of this!" Tommy tip-toed down the hall, hearing his Pamper rustling far more than his Goodnights, and Jessica, seeing him step gingerly, stooped down and had him ride her, piggy- back-style down the stairs, which, with the combination of bouncing up and down and legs spread about her hips, had him squirting a little more water mixed with diaper ointment from his leaky butt. Chapter 24 "Oh, Chrissie, look at Tommy!" exclaimed Jessica, watching him bouncing with the twins from the kitchen window. "He looks so cute in his little diaper...can we keep him?" Chrissie laughed: "Jessie, it's not like he's some little stray puppy, and I don't know how Kate would feel about having another big baby boy to take care of...besides, his own Mother might have something to say about it;--'though she didn't bother to get him new shoes for his birthday, for pity's sake!" Tommy was having so much fun on the trampoline, he'd all but forgotten about the peep-holes in the fence, or that Cody might be lurking about, that is, until he heard a familiar snotty voice: "Tommy's wearing potty-pants!" Cody chanted over and over, "I'm gonna tell everybody...Tommy's a big baby just like the diaper-twins!" Tommy's heart sank; he landed on his Pampered butt, thinking: "I'm dead, now...they're all gonna make fun of me at school." Chrissie had been running the blender, and didn't hear the taunts, but Maggie, who was playing cards with Megan on the deck, instantly recognized the voice from beyond the fence, as did Sammy, who fell upon Tommy, rolling him onto his back in a tight embrace. "Let's get him!" said Maggie, "you get a pail of water;--I'll get the soap." The three boys were now play wrestling on the trampoline, which eased Tommy's dread a little, although in the back of his mind, he thought: "I don't care what they do to me; I'm never goin' back to that school again!" "Look at them, Chrissie!--they really do love each other; Tommy can be my baby if Kate won't keep him!" cried Jessica. "Megan and me'll be right back," said Maggie, "we got a little tidyin' up to do." The two girls snuck up on Cody, who was still hurling taunts through the peep- hole. The other boy ran off when Maggie leveled Cody to the ground and sat on his back. "Okay, potty-mouth, get a taste of this!" she said, shoving the bar of soap in his mouth. "Pull off his shorts, Megan, let's give little Cody here a taste of his own medicine." Megan pulled down his khaki's which caught hold of his jockeys, lowering them to just below his butt. "Drench 'em good, and this too," laughed Maggie, dropping a big clod of dirt in his underpants. Cody was wailing like a baby while Maggie pressed the soap in his mouth, and kicked his legs wildly while Megan pulled his shorts from each foot. "Mush his shorts in the dirt, and tie 'em in a knot!" said Maggie, reversing her position on his back. "I'm gonna tell!" Cody cried, spitting soap suds from his mouth. "Go ahead, little potty-pants!" she laughed, pulling up his jockeys and flattening the clay-like ball with a couple swats to his backside. "See if I care!--and don't forget your shorts!" Maggie giggled, pitching his wadded-up khaki's into the bushes. "Yr gonna get it!" Cody sniveled, still spitting froth, and the girls laughed at the sight of him running up the hill while trying to pull his T-shirt down over his mud-caked behind. Meanwhile, the twins were taking turns trying to balance themselves on Tommy's upturned feet, gradually letting go of his outstretched hands and wobbling upright for a few seconds before plopping to the trampoline on their now drooping diapered bottoms. Tommy, with his legs pressing upward, squirted what he hoped was the last of the watery goo from his butt and into his tight-fitting puddling Pamper. "Can we feed our babies yet?" asked Megan, poking her head in the back door. "Almost, honey," Chrissie laughed, handing her a dish towel, help your babies down from the trampoline and wipe their sweaty little bodies." Chapter 25 "Phew!--one of our babies is a stinky-pooh!" Maggie laughed, pulling back the top of one of the twin's diapers. "Not Alec," she said, letting the diaper snap back above his butt. "Let's see our little Sammy, here..." "Not me!" proclaimed Sammy, while Maggie pulled back his diaper. "Oh Sammy, you're always a little stinker!" she laughed, giving him a swift pat to his diapered backside. "That only leaves..." she paused, noticing the tape stretched around the top of Tommy's diaper. "It's okay, sweetie," she said, seeing Tommy blush while she lifted the puddled Pamper between his legs, "let's get Jessie to change her 'bee-bee's' messy diaper." On the one hand, Tommy was more than happy to get out of his skimpy, wet Pamper, but was more than a little surprised when Chrissie asked Jessica to put him in his double "beddy-bye" diapers, as if those he'd had on earlier weren't enough. Chrissie was forever fiddling around finding new combinations for her boys' bottles, and rummaged through Kate's herbal apothecary, reading the labels which she'd stuck on numerous amber jars. She ran across a more recent addition which read, "Maca tuber: strength/hair&nails-- neutral". She knew that "neutral" meant it was tasteless, and sampled a bit of the powder with her finger, thinking: "My big baby boys had better be strong if they have to protect themselves from snot-nosed little brats like Cody." Jessica, meanwhile, after having to use the hair shears to cut loose Tommy's diaper, had him over her towelled lap in the bathroom, spreading his butt cheeks with her hands while his wedgie pressed between her legs. "That looks a lot better now, baby-kins," she said, dabbing his butt-hole with aloe vera gel. "We've got a big day planned for tomorrow;--you're gonna get all sorts of suprises..." she laughed, delivering a "smack" to his upturned bare behind. "C'mon, birthday-boy, let's get you diapered before I feed you your bottle." At length, Jessica "piggy-backed" Tommy down the stairs in his dozen- plus diapers and snap-on rubber pants, joining the twins out back, cradled in the younger girls' arms, and nursing their bottles in wicker rocking-chairs. "Here's Tommy's clean T-shirt, Jessie;--this'll have to do until we can get our new baby some jammie's," Chrissie laughed, patting Tommy's padded behind. Ironically, Tommy suddenly felt as though he {was} the "new baby", sucking his pacifier and barely able to stand up straight in his bulky diapers, compared to the twins, who were now hopping about in their little Pampers. "C,mon, you two," Chrissie said, grabbing hold of the tops of the twins' diapers above their rears, "time for your bubble-bath." The phone rang. "I'll get it," said Chrissie, "girls, would you mind giving your 'babies' their bath?" Jessica again had Tommy cradled in her arm while he nursed his bottle, rocking him back and forth and softly stroking his cheek with the back of her hand, lulling him into his blissful sleep-waking state in which all his worries at once vanished... "Jessie, you're not going to believe this..." "Shh!" said Jessica, "he's almost asleep." "That was Tommy's Mother," she whispered, "she had the nerve to ask if we could keep Tommy for a 'few days' while she took off on some 'freedom ride' with her boyfriend. "She's just a biker chick--all she cares about is ridin' on the back of a Harley...and yeah, she said she's bring by his diapers, but I told her we'd taken care of that...that the twins wore diapers to bed...(I didn't tell her we'd changed his diapers four times already)...I couldn't very well say 'no'...I just hope Kate doesn't mind..." "If she has a problem, I'll take him!" Jessica exclaimed, "my parents won't mind, even if I have to skip a little school." "Oh well," Chrissie sighed, "no point in worryin' about it now, I can see your big baby boy doesn't have a care in the world, at the moment." Chapter 26 While Chrissie went upstairs to relieve the girls of their diaper duty, Jessica continued cooing over her "new baby" boy, who was still nursing his bottle, even though she could see from his eyes darting under their lids that he had fallen into a dream. When at last he began sucking bubbles, Jessica raised her blouse and nudged her nipple into his mouth. "Here, sugar-plum, this is how much I love you...I'm gonna give you everything your biker-bitch Mother never gave you...you're my baby now...oh...yes...keep sucking that tit..." Jessica panted, tugging at the front of his diapers. Tommy had indeed fallen into a strange dream: He found himself in a darkened cinema, alone, yet surrounded by movie watchers whom he hoped wouldn't see that all he was wearing was a T-shirt and diapers. It was some bizarre circus flic, with a high-flying acrobat turning frontwards and backwards somersaults on a trapeze, and, with each rotation, he felt an overwhelming urge to pee, even though he had an unimaginable hard-on; 'til at last, he felt the warmth of his diapers swelling up between his legs. "Ow! no biting!" Jessica cried, slapping Tommy on the leg; jarring him out of his nightmare. When he partially awakened, he discovered that he'd just soaked the front of his diapers, and indeed had a throbbing little stiffie. "C'mon, sweetie, I think it's time for baby's bed," she said gathering Tommy in her arms and carrying him upstairs. "I don't want you getting hurt trying to climb out of your crib, so you wait for Chrissie to help you, okay, Tommy?--sweetie?--okay?" "Okay," he muttered, still half asleep, starting to suck his thumb. "Nuh-uh, baby, here's your pacifier." The girls stayed up well into the night playing penny-euchre (as is customary in these parts) and considering the foreseeable future of their new baby boy. They all loved him and knew the twins loved having him around, and that he, in turn (although bashful at first), didn't really mind being treated just like them (which, although it meant more diaper duty, made him all that much more endearing). They all laughed when Maggie described the episode behind the fence with Cody, yet Chrissie sensed that the big blabber-mouth would make life a living hell for her sensitive little Tommy at school. "We've got to keep him now!" she thought, "Kate'll understand." Tommy had slept...well...like a baby, and upon awakening, thought he might still be dreaming when he saw the crib rails on either side, and that instead of his Goodnights, he lay spread-eagled on his back wearing bulky, wet diapers. "Did she really let me suck her boob?" he thought, as if it were a dream. "And what was that about...'I could get hurt if I tried to climb out'?" It would be easy, he thought, and stood up; raised his leg over the side-rail at the corner, balanced himself for a moment on top, and, facing the crib, swung his other leg around and dropped to his toes. The problem was that the bottom of his long T-shirt was caught on the corner-post, which pulled his shirt up to just below his shoulders, and, barely able to stand up straight, decided it was easier to slip out of it from underneath. "Tommy!" Sammy half whispered, awakened by the rattling of the side- rails. "Hi...um..." Tommy paused. "Sammy," Sammy replied. "Sammy, what do you say we..." he paused again, seeing the grate fixed atop the crib. "It must be there so they don't get hurt trying to climb out," he thought, and, never having met anything yet which he couldn't take apart, easily unfastened the grate at both ends. "Push it up," Tommy said, seeing the back of the grate was only hooked in place. "I'll help you out...you won't fall." This sounded "reasonable" to Sammy, although he did remember why it was installed in the first place, and the bare-bottom spanking which preceded it. "C'mon, Alec" said Tommy, "let's see what we can find to eat," Tommy said, after lowering Sammy to his feet. This was enough reason for Alec, and soon the three were tip-toeing down the stairs in their wet, heavy diapers. Chapter 27 At length, Chrissie half-woke up, and, hearing that everything was unusually quiet in the nursery, rolled over onto her side. Then it dawned on her: "They're never this quiet," she thought, "oh no...Tommy...they better not be..." Her suspicions were confirmed when she first caught sight of Tommy's T-shirt hanging from the corner-post of the crib with its sleeves turned inside-out. She tip-toed down the steps, crept into the kitchen, and had to hold back a laugh when she spotted a twin sitting spread-eagled on the floor with his eyes closed, holding a peanut butter-dipped banana in his mouth (whom she assumed was Alec). The other had his diapered butt sticking up while he rummaged around in the refrigerator. Tommy, who was standing on the counter-top and facing the kitchen window, had his mouth pressed around the nipple on top the upside-down plastic bear- container of honey. "Tommy!" she exclaimed (trying to sound serious), causing Sammy to bang his the top of his head on a refrigerator shelf, "didn't Jessica asked you to stay in your crib 'til I got you out?" Tommy could only let out a "glug"; his mouth dripping with honey. "Get down from there right now! I guess one birthday spanking wasn't enough," she said, again holding back a laugh when she saw Sammy holding the top of his head and chocolate syrup on the tip of his nose. "And you know better, Sammy, and Alec, put down that banana; I'm getting the brush." Chrissie lifted the backs of their cowboy baby suits and had them tip-toeing to the play-pen, where she deposited them on their butts. "Tommy, you know we all love you very much, but if you're going to be staying with us for a while, you've got to follow the rules; now get over here," she said, slapping the back of the wide rectangular brush in the palm of her hand. Tommy was, at best, puzzled: "What does she mean: 'for a while'?" he thought, "and anyway, birthday spankings don't hurt." Again he thought he would just have to stand there and take it, but Chrissie had him over her lap, pulled up the top of his rubber pants, and delivered a solid "whap" to his upturned padded bottom. "I'm...sorry," he stammered between each spank, "I...won't...do it...again!" Chrissie stood him up, and saw a little tear roll from his eye, but, as it happened, Tommy couldn't contain a little giggle. "So you think it's funny, do you? Baby must want a real spanking, then," she said, again pulling him over her lap, this time yanking his diapers down below his butt, and planting a loud "smack" on his powdered behind. "Ow!" he cried, "I...mean it...I'm...really...sorry!" Chrissie again stood him up, and saw that his cheeks were as crimson red as his bare bottom. "There, honey," she said, wiping a tear from his eye, "baby's learned his lesson now." Chrissie helped Tommy step out of his diapers, and lifted him into the play-pen, where he dropped to his knees and hands. "Here, honey, lay on this until we can get some clean diapers on you," said Chrissie, spreading a plush white throw-rug under him. "You're next, 'Buster Brown-nose'!" she said to Sammy. "But Tommy said..." he protested. "No 'buts'--you remember what your Mother did last time you and your brother snuck out of your crib--but okay, since you had help, you and Alec can keep your diapers on this time." Chapter 28 The twins soon learned what Chrissie meant, when, after being over her lap and getting a half-dozen "whaps" on their double-diapered butts-- instead of being changed right away--they found themselves dangling their legs in their baby walkers; their bulky, wet diapers allowing them to just barely touch the floor with their toes. Chrissie was making the boys' baby formulas when Jessica popped in the front door. "Hi Chrissie, I'm back; I brought my...camera...Tommy...where's your diapers? uh-oh," she said, seeing Tommy's crimson bare bottom, "somebody's been a naughty baby...but don't you look cute on your little white rug!" Tommy had had his head propped up, resting on his elbows, and crossing his upturned feet while he sucked his thumb--and then, felt more than a little embarrassed when Jessica snapped his picture, leaving him feeling his cheeks turning as red as his stinging butt. "Let me get another one, sweetie,--this can be page one of your new baby album," she laughed, blinding him again with the flash. "See, I told you we'd 'put a little color in them cheeks' of yours. C'mon, honey-buns, let's get you in some diapers before I feed you your bottle," she laughed again, hoisting Tommy up by his shoulders and cradling him in her arm as she scooped up his legs with her other arm under his knees. Chrissie came from the kitchen holding a bib and a baby bottle in each hand. "Hurry it up, Jessie, Tommy's bottle is almost ready. We're gonna get these three some new bibs with their names on them," Chrissie laughed, "so we don't have to go looking at their little butts to tell them apart." Once up in the bathroom, Jessica spread soothing aloe vera gel over Tommy's upturned sore bottom, and dispelled at least some of his bewilderment by letting him know that his Mother had asked if he could stay here for a "few days" while she took off on a road-trip with her biker-buddy. Tommy was even more thrilled when she told him that they were going to try and convince Kate to enroll him at the twins' school;--a Montessori school where there were no grades, and students could work on whatever they wanted to. This was music to Tommy's ears. "I would {love} a school like that!" he exclaimed. "Tommy, you're so sweet. No matter what happens, cupie- doll," she said, now pressing his cheek to her breast, "I'll always take care of you just like my very own baby boy." Meanwhile, the twins were squirming in their walkers after finishing their bottles when Maggie and Megan came thundering down the stairs. "Chrissie," Maggie exclaimed, seeing the twins still wearing their little cowboy suits, "didn't you change their wet diapers yet?" Chrissie entered the room holding a bottle and a bib, with Tommy's clean shorts and socks draped over her arm. "Not yet, they're being punished for sneaking out of their crib this morning. You can take them out of their walkers and let them play out back--might as well wait now, until they're messy too," said Chrissie, bounding up the steps. Megan stooped down and wiped a twin's chin with his bib. "Poor baby," she said, cooing like Jessica. "Sammy," Sammy said. "Poor Sammy, has to sit in his wet diapers for being naughty," she said, lifting him from the walker and then holding him with his head on her shoulder. "C,mon, little fella, give me a big burp and then you can go out and play," Megan said, patting Sammy's back. In almost no time, Sammy let out a big "burp" and, like a little baby, effortlessly barfed up a little formula mixed with little colored bits of cereal. "Maggie!" Megan shrieked, feeling the wetness on her shoulder, "Sammy just spit up on me!--my good blouse!" Maggie laughed: "That's what babies do! Let's see it." Megan had practically dropped Sammy to his feet, and he ended up spread-eagled on the floor. "What's this?" Maggie puzzled, "orange stars...green clovers...yellow moons...Sammy! you got into my Lucky Charms!--how'd you get those down, anyway?" "Tommy..." he started to reply. "Well, you know your Mother doesn't let you have them--now I can see why." Upstairs in the nursery, Jessica had Tommy on the bassinet, just now snapping the sides of his rubber pants. "Tommy's wearing eight diapers, do you suppose that's enough, Chrissie?" Chrissie held up Tommy's shorts. "It should be...although...Tommy, honey, does your Mother use a clothes dryer?" "We don't have one," he replied through his pacifier. "Oh no," Chrissie said, "I may have shrunk your shorts...Jessie, see if these still fit him." Jessica slipped the little shorts up to just above Tommy's knees, lifted him off the bassinet, and struggled to get them up over his diapers, managing to pull the zippered fly up about halfway (a task made even more difficult due to his little stiffie). Chrissie was holding Tommy's boxer shorts. "I guess he won't be needing these anymore," she laughed, pitching the shorts in the hamper. "What do you think, Jessie, are they going to fit?" Jessica was tugging in vain at the top waist button, having Tommy suck in his tummy. "I don't know, Chrissie, they might stay up; they're real tight around his bottom anyway, as long as you don't bend over, sweet- cakes," Jessica laughed, patting Tommy's butt. Chapter 29 It was finally decided to use a couple diaper pins to hold together the top of Tommy's fly, which not only increased the tightness of his diapers up between his legs, it strangely left him feeling even more like a helpless little toddler baby. He caught an over-the-shoulder glance of himself in the mirror and saw that his T-shirt covered all but the very bottom of his bulging backside, and that the legs of his shorts now looked to be about half as long as before. "Here, honey, this'll help keep these shorts up," said Chrissie, while double-cuffing the bottoms of the legs, which now gave the appearance of him wearing baby romper pants. "You'll probably need your diapers changed before we leave, but let's see if these'll hold up before we go to the mall, and get you some brand [here she gave him a swift pat on the behind] spanking new clothes." Maggie and Megan came into the nursery walking the twins on their toes while they held up the backs of their baby suits. "Where do you want these two stink-butts, Chrissie?" Maggie asked. "Sammy spit up my Lucky Charms all over Megan's shoulder!" Chrissie tried not to burst out laughing: "Take them in the bathroom, dear; they're probably due for a cleaning out...they're already being punished, anyway...and oh...Maggie, honey, now that Tommy's staying with us, we're gonna need lots of extra clean diapers, would you mind throwing in another load of dirty diapers in the washer? Jessie, it's such a nice morning, why don't you feed Tommy his bottle on the deck rocker?" Jessica nearly swooned, "Ah...the rocker...yes...c'mon, sweetie," she said, taking Tommy by the hand. The twins knew exactly what was up when they saw Chrissie getting down the bucket with the hose attached--Mommy had their little insides flushed out every few months or so. "You're first, leprechaun-breath; you know the drill, get your butt up," she said to Sammy, poking Vaseline up inside his tight little butt-hole. At length, Maggie started banging on the bathroom door. "Hurry up in there, Chrissie, we both gotta go...bad!" When Chrissie swung open the door, Maggie nearly peed her pants laughing at the sight of the twins wearing triangulated white towel "diapers", which were both pinned up in the front. "Now it's Duey and Louie!" she ejaculated. "They're all yours, girls-- better get them in their real diapers--quick;--I'll get their clothes from the dryer." After she'd finished on the pot, Megan took "her baby" to the nursery, having Sammy again walking on his toes while she pulled up the back of the terry-cloth diaper. "Baby's gonna get his little butt diapered good, this time...but first..." she said, pulling Sammy over her lap on the changing mat, "...but first, because you've been such a naughty boy...baby's gonna get his little butt spanked." Sammy knew that Megan was always playing "pretend", but was more than a little surprised when she started giving him a series of loud "smacks" on his bare bottom. "Ow! that hurts!" he cried, spitting out his pacifier, "Ow!" Wriggle as he might, he found it impossible to squirm off her lap. The "smacks", however, suddenly came to a halt when Megan began to feel something warm spreading over her lap. "Sammy!" she shrieked, "you just peed all over my good jeans! How could you?!" she exclaimed, rolling Sammy over on her legs, onto which he squirted out the remaining water in his butt. "Now I have to change everything!" Chapter 30 Meanwhile, after Tommy had drained his bottle, Jessica continued cradling him in the rocking chair, and once again pressed her nipple between his lips. "Remember last night, honey-pie?" she cooed, "You were such a good little baby." As he began sucking, feeling her nipple becoming as hard as his little wedgie, he recalled: "It wasn't a dream...then...she really did let me..." He again became as if mesmerized, falling into a half-sleep. This time he found himself being walked to the back seat of a city bus. Jessica was holding him up by the fastened snaps of an enormous pair of pale blue denim bib overalls;--which had little if any legs, but the back and the bib rose way up above his head, as if it were an over- sized baby sling-type carrier. When he climbed onto the seat, Maggie (or Megan) noticed that the seat of his pants were covered with a slimey, brownish goo. "He'd better not sit..." Maggie (or Megan) said; but by then it was too late: he'd already sat down, smearing the mess on the bus seat. Jessica (or Chrissie) stood him up and lowered the overalls below his diapers, and saw that the mess had squished out between his legs and coated the bottom of his rubber pants. "We can't take him to the mall like this..." one of the girls said. "Jessie!" Chrissie exclaimed, seeing Tommy's mouth wrapped around her friend's nipple. "Ow! I said 'no biting'!" Jessica cried, gently slapping Tommy's cheek and jarring him from his dream-state. "C'mon, let's get going," said Chrissie, "the twins are about ready...I'll call Mr. Magoo and have him put another baby car seat in his cab." Chrissie was certain that Tommy would soon need his messy diapers changed, since she's made his baby formula as before; with a little Cascara Sagrada (a mild stimulant laxative) thrown in for good measure. While Megan sulked over having to wear her baggy sweats to the mall, Maggie finished putting the twins in their "Sunday" diapers, or three more than their usual half-dozen, since they typically went on an outing for the afternoon;-- the twins' favorite being riding the ponies at the Reins of Life campground for "special needs" children, to which Kate was a heavy donor. Chrissie had found their tan shorts, which closely matched those of Tommy's, and like his, were double-cuffed to hold their diapers snugly in place. Their white T-shirts were allowed to hang out, covering about half of their padded bottoms;--and when the three boys were finally seated at the little backyard picnic table, it was indeed difficult to tell them apart. Chrissie brought out three bananas, a bunch of grapes, and three bibs. "No 'food-fights', you three," said Chriisie, or babys'll find themselves strapped in their high-chairs 'til Mr. Magoo gets here." Tommy (who'd soaked his diapers while sleep-waking) found it more comfortable to kneel at the table, and after Chrissie tied on his bib, she lifted up the bottom of his spongy diapers. "Be sure to let me know when you need changed, honey-buns, we can't take you to the mall in messy diapers."