Nov 17
Boom Boom
Yeah, that’s right. I’m Granny Sue, and I still got it.
Sometimes, besides my work doing sex talk over the phone, I help the gals around the trailer park here, babysitting their kids. So I get a call from Mabel to come over and babysit her kid, a toddler –funny I think. Mabel ain’t got no kids, but I figure it’s a niece or something.
I get over there, and oh boy, it’s “something” alrighty. It’s her no good out of work husband “Bill” sitting next to a big cardboard box and he’s naked as a Jay-bird. He’s got a goofy look on his face and he hands me a note. It’s in Mabel’s handwriting. It says :
Sue,
I know you do this sort of thing as a ‘hobby’, but I’m just plain sick to death of “Bill”. 32 years old, and all he does his sit home on his drunk ass playing video games and not looking for work. He’s a pig, leaving his socks and streaky underwear all over the trailer. He even refuses to let me adopt a little girl to raise. I want you to train him for me. I’ve left you a box of his new clothes. I’ve torched all his old stuff, and told him if he doesn’t listen to you, I’ll leave his ass in the gutter where I found him.
Sincerely,
Mabel.
So I look in the box and it’s filled to the rim with all sorts of adult baby sissy clothes, diapers, and such.
Bill knows that Granny Sue doesn’t fuck around when it comes to training sissy babys, so I plant a boot heel on his chest, and tell “Baby Jill” he better do what I fucking tell him, or it’s gonna be nothing but coffee enemas, and ass paddling all fuckin’ day. “Baby Jill” thumb planted firmly in his mouth just nods and cries a little bit. I tell him to get down on his back, and point his little toesies like a ballerina, and I slap a big cloth diaper on his ass and fasten it good and tight with little butterfly clothespins. Pulling a pair of pink plastic panties over his nappies, I let “Baby Jill” play with his new dollies while I prepare lunch for him.
Iced coffee in a baby bottle with a nice big bran muffin.
I dress “Baby Jill” for a nice walk around the trailer park. I tell him I’ll be damned if I’m gonna stay in all day. “Baby Jill” starts to cry, so I shove a ball gag in his sissy mouth, and start to dress him. I pull some thick white tights over his darling plastic panties, and put him in a lovely frilly lavender pinafore. The patent leather Mary Janes go on next, and tugging at the hem of the dress, I’m pleased to find out it’s so short you can that tell “Baby Jill” is wearing nappies.
After “Baby Jill” finishes his lunchie wunchie, we take a walk through the trailer park (EVERYONE is pointing and laughing at Baby Jill) and go sit by the fountain in the park. I notice Baby Jill fidgeting, at the sound of the rushing water from the fountain, and sure enough he turns to me and says in a deep booming voice.
“Hey — Sue, can we go home now, I really gotta use the can”
I slap him hard across the face with the back of my hand, and squint at him. He swallows and tears streaming down his face corrects himself and says in a high lisping sissy voice:
“Gwammy Sue, Baby Jill gotta make tinkles”
I tell HER, “that’s what the fuckin’ diaper is for!” and watch as the last shreds of “Baby Jill’s” masculinity trickle down her white tights in bright yellow shame. (Gonna have to tell Mabel to get thicker diapers for Bill)
“Baby Jill” is still fidgeting and I KNOW what’s coming next. SHE looks at me. tears streaming down her chubby wubby widdle cheeks, and BEGS me to take her home “Please Sue, I have to take a shit”. I grab “Baby Jill” and take her over my knee and yank her dress up around her waste and deliver a very firm hand spanking. I ask “Baby Jill” what the fucking problem is, and crying her eyes out now (for EVERYONE to hear) she shouts “Gwammy Sue, Baby Jill has to make!”
“Make what?” I ask
“BOOM BOOM”
– and so she does. Whatta fuckin’ sissy. Looks like Mabel’s got her self a new baby girl now. Hehehe.
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