Sugarplum 10

Chapter 1
The Slumber Party

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Chapter Description: Jill hosts her slumber party and the two girls get to know Anna a little better. (Very long chapter)

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Sorry, it’s a long read. I normally don’t write 7 pages at once. To those who read all the way through: Thanks!

Sugarplum 10

The Slumber Party

It seemed as though Carrie’s suggestion had helped after all.

The rest of the week passed smoothly. Only one person was making a big deal out of Vern’s clothing decision, and he was not happy with the fact that Vern was able to counter each one of Tom’s insults. Once, while Vern and Jill were walking to the classroom, Tom and his friends had cornered them, talking loudly about how they were two babies and how they were stupid for enjoying acting like babies.

“In case you haven’t noticed,” Vern had responded stoically, “We don’t care what you think. And by the way, you can say what you want to your boyfriends,” he motioned to Tom’s friends standing behind him, giggling, “because that just makes you the more immature!” and he stalked away to class with Jill. Tom was left without a retort, clearly shocked that a girl who enjoyed being a baby would call him immature.

The following day Tom had gotten to class early and pinned a diaper to Vern and Jill’s desks each before they arrived. They had the word “babies“ written on them in pink marker. But as he laughed at the two girls, Jill took the diaper from her desk and walked over to Tom.

The entire class went silent, expecting Jill to cry or be offended, but she leaned in close to Tom and said loud enough for the entire class to hear her, “Thanks Tom, but I already got diapers. And it?s nice for you to give me one of your own diapers.”

“They’re not mine!” Tom yelled.

“Then where did you get them from? You mommy would be really mad if she knew you gave me one of yours.”

Then Vern joined in by saying, “It would be one less for you. And let’s be honest: you’re the one being immature. You probably need them more than we do.” And Vern and Jill laughed. Tom went very red, defeated in his attempt to raise himself to a higher level then they. His ears became even redder as he noticed that some of the class were even joining in on the laughter.

Mrs. Rose didn’t let too much argument occur in her classroom, but she did let it go so far as to see how Vern and Jill would retaliate. So for this occasion, she simply smiled at Vern and Jill’s bravery and started class before Tom could pursue the confrontation any further.

Anna was now sitting with Jill and Vern during lunch. Vern and Jill didn’t ask her too many questions as they could clearly sense Anna’s discomfort about the matter, at least in school. They figured they would get the entire story out of her during the slumber party this upcoming weekend. Luckily, the week moved relatively quickly.

Jill had explained to the two girls during recess on Friday that they were supposed to come over after school that day and to “take what they needed“. So when he got home, Vern emptied his backpack onto his bed and packed five diapers, a pacifier, his pink onesie, a very babyish shirt, plastic diaper covers, and a few pairs of socks. He also packed a few hair ribbons, and the little girl’s make-up kit which Carrie had bought him and he pretended to detest at the time. These were all for himself. In addition, he packed a onesie and a few more baby things for Anna. Then he grabbed his favorite teddy bear and trotted downstairs where Carrie was waiting.

Carrie drove him to Jill’s house which was not too far away. Carrie kept asking about Anna throughout the entire week, and she questioned Vern about what they would be doing this weekend. After about 10 minutes the car pulled into the driveway and Carrie walked him to the door where a very happy Jill opened it. It was evident that she was ecstatic. The two girls exchanged hellos before Jill said, “Hello Miss Valentine!” to Carrie.

“Hello Jill dear. Now you have everything you need Veronica dear?”

“Yes Ca-- mommy...” said Vern.

“Ok well I’m going now. Have fun you three. Be good my little Sugarplum.” and Carrie left. Vern watched her back out of the driveway, waving to Vern as she went. He gritted his teeth and managed a feeble attempt at a smile.

Jill led Vern inside her house. It was smaller than Vern’s but no less comfortable. It was warmly decorated giving off every feeling of a cozy dwelling. Jill led Vern to the bedroom where Vern put down his backpack and kicked off his shoes. He was still in his jeans and his t-shirt, as they had not worn baby clothes to school that day, though Vern, Jill, and of course Anna had all worn diapers as per usual.

It wasn’t long before Anna was ringing the front doorbell. Jill bounded down the steps to greet her, Vern following in her wake. Anna smiled at them from the threshold of the house and her mother asked if Jill’s mother was home.

“Sure let me go get her.” Jill said as she ran off down the hallway to retrieve her mother. Vern was left standing at the doorway with Anna. Her mother was very tall, probably half a head taller than Carrie. He could see a very distinct relation between the two, as they both had the same strawberry-blonde hair, small nose, and very bright eyes.

But Vern noticed by Anna and her mother’s body language that her mother was incredibly protective of her, which seemed normal. Anna’s mother was holding Anna’s hand very tightly and her expression was not inspective, but cautious. Anna, meanwhile looked down at her feet and occasionally glanced up at Vern, only to look away again quickly. After a few awkward seconds of silence, Anna’s mother looked down at Vern and said, “You must be Veronica, right?”

Vern nodded and replied, “Yes, I’m Veronica.” once again feeling that swooping sensation in his stomach as though saying it out loud made it official.

Anna’s mother extended a hand and smiled, “I’m Mrs. Coby, Anna’s mother.”

Vern, at a lack for how to respond in a way which would sound youthful, was thankful that Jill’s mother appeared in the hallway.

“Hello. Christina Coby” Anna’s mother said extending the same hand.

“Joanna Bradley. Did you get here ok?” Joanna said, striking up small talk. The two women started to chat as mothers do when they meet for the first time and Anna was permitted to be led into the house by Jill to put down her bag.

“So do you have any idea what the girls will be doing?” Mrs. Coby asked.

“Jill wanted to have a slumber party. This is the first time that she has had a real friend. And then her and Veronica met Anna at school and they want to initiate her into their little club. Have you heard anything about it?”

“Yes, yes,” Christina said almost cutting her off, “Anna told me that Veronica wore baby clothes and diapers to school. It seems Anna admires her bravery.” she was quite expressionless.

“Yes Jill told me about that too, and bravery is right. Little Veronica has some nerve. But from what Jill tells me, it paid off. Neither of them gets insulted for needing diapers anymore, which is a great thing. I wish more kids would stick up for themselves.”

Anna’s mother saw the sense in this and her face softened. A small smile spread across her face. “True. So then Anna told me that Veronica and Jill wanted her to be a Diaper Doll. I personally don’t know what to think of it. I don’t like the fact that they are trying to be babies.”

“Neither do I,” admitted Joanna, “but my daughter has been trough a lot. She was teases relentlessly for needing diapers. Then she found out that Veronica needed them and she went back to using them. But that only made their friendship closer. And though I think It’s wrong for her to want be a baby again, I would rather her be a baby with a true friend than for her to be friendless. And they really aren’t doing anything to hurt themselves. It seems the Diaper Dolls have a tightly knit bond, even at this young age.”

Christina thought about this for a moment. “You say that the girls aren’t being teased anymore for this diaper/baby interest?”

“From what I hear they’ve only been teased for it by one person, and now even he can’t use it to his advantage. They use it to their advantage, which is staggering.”

“Well...” Mrs. Coby said, “I do wish Anna wasn’t the butt of so many jokes about her diapers. And like you say, it’s not harmful. And she will have two new friends.”

“Yes. This is probably a phase that they will grow out of eventually.” Joanna added.

“Right. Well I don’t see any real harm in it.” Mrs. Coby said. “So I will pick her up tomorrow at 1 then.”

“Yes. See you then.”

And Mrs. Coby left.

“So should we get on our real clothes?” Vern said, looking at his backpack. They were back in Jill’s room. It looked slightly like his own, pink and very friendly.

“Good idea. Let me get mine.” and Jill trotted to her dresser and flung open a drawer. Unlike Vern, Jill only had two sets of baby clothes: the onesie which Carrie bought him, and a baby shirt which Joanna grudgingly bought her. Vern opened his backpack and took out his own pink baby shirt and plastic panties. He and Jill took off their shirts and jeans. Vern slipped the plastic panties up his legs into place over his diapers and then put on the frilly baby shirt. Jill did the same, and soon they were giggling to each other, happy to be back in their comfort zone.

Anna shifted uncomfortably and said very quietly, “I don’t have any... baby clothes”

“Not to worry,” Vern said, returning to his backpack, “I brought extra for you! Jill you can put her hair into piggy tails.”

Anna smiled happily, but also looked a little embarrassed. As the two girls moved toward her, Vern holding the clothes and Jill holding the hair ties, Anna said, “I’ve never worn baby clothes before. Only when I was a real baby.”

Vern and Jill looked at each other, smiling. Then Jill said what they were both thinking. “That’s ok Anna. If you’re a Diaper Doll, you ARE a real baby.”

“Well... OK,” Anna said, now smiling widely. Vern smiled himself. Anna was very cute, even at her age. Her freckles danced across her cheeks as she smiled. Anna then undid the button of her pants and slipped them down to the floor. Then she took off her shirt, leaving her standing in the middle of the room in just her diaper and her socks.

The next minutes were very enjoyable for all three of them. Vern handed Anna the very frilly plastic panties and readied the baby shirt. She slipped the plastic panties on and Vern tugged the shirt over her head. Once the baby shirt dawn down and in place, Jill moved behind Anna and began putting Anna’s hair into pigtails.

Before long Anna was standing in the room completely dressed as a baby. Somehow, she looked more childish than Vern or Jill, as she was twisting her hands behind her back very shyly. Then Jill took her over to the mirror in her room and asked, “Well? How do you feel?”

Upon seeing her reflection in the mirror, Anna’s jaw dropped. She picked up the bottom of her shirt to look the diaper, but she didn’t need to, for the shirt barely concealed the diaper beneath it.

“I feel...” Anna said, her smile growing again. She was turning and twirling around like a ballerina, watching the shirt twirl prettily, “I feel really cute!”

She seemed to be astonished at her own looks. Vern and Jill smiled to each other behind her back. “I’m a real baby!” Anna said with a laugh. “I’m really a baby!”

“That’s the spirit!” Vern said happily, and he and Jill hugged Anna from either side.

It was a few hours later. The sun was setting from beyond the horizon and, like they had done in Vern’s house, a crude fort-like tent had been constructed by the girls in the living room. Giggling and laughter could be heard from within.

“So tell us, Anna,” Vern said, taking another cookie off the plate they had brought from the kitchen, “Why do you need diapers? What’s your story?”

Anna drank a little of the milk from her bottle, licked her lips, and said, “I already told you Veronica. Mommy says my bladder didn’t grow all the way. So I can’t hold my pee.”

“OK,” Jill said, taking a cookie for herself, “but tell us more.”

Anna looked confused. “What do you mean?”

“Well,” Vern explained, “what is it like for you to wear diapers?”

“Um... well they would always tease me in school. They called me little baby. I’ve never had friends before cause everyone hated me cause I need diapers.”

“Kinda like me.” Jill added “I didn’t have any friends either.”

“And I couldn’t be potty trained,” Anna continued, “cause I never knew when I had to go. I never told my mommy, but I always kinda liked diapers. They are really comfy.” Jill and Vern both agreed. “But I would go to sleep sometimes thinking about my diapers and how nobody liked me and I waked up and I would be sucking my thumb. And my diaper would be wet. And then I would cry.” Anna’s face lost some of its happiness.

Vern and Jill looked at each other again. Both of them could relate.

“Well you don’t need to cry about it anymore, Anna.” Vern said, crawling over to hug her, “You’re a Diaper Doll, so you should be happy to wear and wet your diapees and suck your thumb.”

Then Jill crawled over and hugged her too. “Yeah. That’s what Diaper Dolls do. And Diaper Dolls are always friends.”

It seemed as though a lot of unsaid things passed between them at that moment. Anna seemed to buckle under the weight of her own happiness, and a tear rolled down her cheek. She pretended to cover this up by scratching her cheek where the tear was and wipe it off. It was the first time she had friends. Not only friends, but ones who understood and shared in her hidden interest, her experiences, and her desire to be a Diaper Doll.

Jill was looking down at her own clothes, her eyes lingering on the fluffy diaper taped around her body. She understood what Anna meant to never have had friends before. But she hadn’t expected to be back in diapers after getting out of them. At the time, she was happy to have been potty trained, and to have been rid of the constant nagging and teasing from everyone she knew. She hadn’t thought that she would be wearing diapers again, let alone with two girls who not only wore diapers as well, but thoroughly enjoyed it.

Vern looked at Jill and Anna and then down at himself. His head was in a cyclone of thoughts. He was actually enjoying himself. He was a little girl, pretending to be a baby. But Jill and Anna were by his sides, enjoying it with him. He thought of what Carrie had told him. That he wouldn’t be able to be potty trained, that he had better get used to wetting his diapers. To Vern, that meant forever. So that would mean he would be a Diaper Doll forever. He couldn’t see this close band of friendship becoming less tight. Not for the first time he thought that being a little girl who needed diapers was a bad thing, so long as he had friends by him who wouldn’t degrade him for that.

Then he felt the front of his body become very warm, and he knew that he was wetting his diaper again. He touched the crotch of his plastic panties and felt the squish of his diaper as his body continued to let his fluid flow out of him.

“Is your diaper wet Baby Veronica?” Jill asked, smiling.

Vern did a double-take at being addressed this way but said, “Yeah. I’m wet.” and he blushed.

“The bathroom is over there is you wanna go change.” Jill said, pointing to a place outside the fort.

“I... uh... don’t know how.”

“Huh?” Jill and Anna said together. “But you changed your diaper in the bathroom when I showed you mine,” Anna said.

“No all I did was take the other one off. I only undid one side of my fresh diaper to get the wet one off. So It wasn’t really changing it. I don’t know how to change a diaper.”

The two girls looked at him. Then Jill said, “I’ll get my mommy to do it.”

“NO!” Vern said, causing Jill and Anna to look at him. “That would be really embarrassing.”

Then Jill looked sideways. “Well... I can do it for you.” she said as if this would be any less embarrassing. Vern looked very skeptical. That would be embarrassing, but Jill had already been in the room when Carrie changed his diaper.

“I have an idea.” said Anna, not letting Vern respond. “Let’s play house. We can take turns being the mommy. Veronica and me can be the babies first. I wet my diaper a little while ago, but now it feels icky.”

“If you want.” Jill said. She looked as though it was all up to Vern.

“Er... um... ok...” Vern said, and he felt his cheeks turn red as he said it. He felt that it was oddly trusting for Anna to offer to expose herself to people she only knew for a short time. The trust must have manifested when Anna was able to confide in them her secrets. He didn?t really want to let Jill change his diaper and see him naked, but he didn?t have much of a choice. He could tell that Jill?s mother wasn?t as supportive as Carrie in their interests.

“Ok. You and Anna lay down while I go get the diapers.” and she left the tent to get the diapers from the other room. Very soon she was back, holding the diapers, baby wipes, and baby powder. He heard Jill giggle and say, “OK babies, lay down while mama changes your diapees.” Vern laid on his back, his face red with embarrassment, looking at the overhead blanket. He felt Jill slide his plastic panties off. Then the tapes of his diaper were undone and he felt cool air touch his naked body. He imagined Anna feeling the same thing. “Now baby wipes,” Jill said.

Like a spark of reality, Vern realized what was happening. He grabbed the baby wipe from Jill’s hand and said, “I think I can do that myself.” He cleaned himself up as best he could, shuddering the whole while as the cold baby wipe touched his skin. Then, at a loss for what to do from there, he let Jill finish. She sprinkled baby powder on his body and told him “butt up” to which he responded by lifting his behind off the floor. Jill then slid the fresh diaper under him, told him “butt down” (which he obeyed), and pulled up the diaper between his legs, taping it in place. Jill did the same to Anna, who was red-hot in the face and hiding her eyes with her hands, evidently unaware at how humiliating it was going to be when she suggested it.

Vern slid the panties up his legs again and snuggled them into place.

Vern’s red face did not go away for several minutes, even when they had discussed how embarrassing it was. Jill didn’t seem to mind however. “I just pretended you were a dolly. I have lots of those baby dollies with diapers. This didn’t help his embarrassment. He felt less than her from the fact that he didn’t know how to change a diaper.

After all of the cookies had been eaten, after all the milk had been drunk, after the sun had gone down completely, Joanna peeked her head into the living room and said, “Time for bed, girls.”

“Can we sleep in the tent tonight?!” Jill asked happily as the three girls poked their heads out from the tent?s door flap.

At the sight of three pairs of first-grade puppy dog eyes, Joanna smiled and thought for a moment. This was the first time Jill had friends. If it would make her happy then fine.

“Sure. But lights out in 15 minutes!” and she left the room listening to the happy cries of the three girls.

They changed into their onesies and grabbed a pacifier and their favorite teddy bear before trotting their diapered bottoms back to the living room, where they crept inside the tent and each pulled up a blanket provided for them by Miss Bradley.

After snuggling up to their teddy bears and putting their pacifiers into their mouths, they continued to talk as they lay on the floor. One by one the three girls drifted off to sleep, which came quite easily due to the heightened comfort level. Vern was the last one to fall asleep. He was thinking too hard about tonight.

Being a little girl was supposed to be his punishment. He was supposed to live out his life trapped in a little girl’s body. But he turned out to be enjoying it after all. The fact that he was embracing his girl self was more humiliating that actually being one. Was that supposed to be the punishment? For him to enjoy being a girl? He remembered the last time Carrie had sneered at him for actually welcoming the thought of being a girl. During those instances he felt worse than when he looked down to see his own private parts, or lack thereof.

But it seemed as though Carrie hadn’t thought that far ahead when he transformed him, initially anyway.

So his punishment had been warped some. Instead of being embarrassed for himself in being little girl, he was now embarrassed at his pleasure in being a little girl. He snuggled Mr. Snuffles tighter. As long as he had his friends, he didn’t really mind much. They supported each other. He and Jill hadn’t even imagined they would enjoy being babies, let alone recruit even more members. He felt that he could trust Anna though. He story was like Jill’s in a way.

All of these thoughts and more passed the space between his ears before his eyes finally closed and dreams played themselves against the back of his eyelids (which were now clumsily dolled up with kiddy mascara).

He dreamt that he was walking in a crowded area, surrounded by people he knew. He didn’t know how he knew them, but he did. The faces that he saw were recognizable, but he couldn’t remember from where. Probably people he knew when he was a man.

He was wearing incredibly babyish clothes. His diapers were thick and puffy and seemed to inflate, so that he soon fell down to his knees and crawled like a baby. Then he felt sad. For why he didn’t know, but he cried loudly as hot tears trickled down his cheeks. Then he felt hands wrap around his waist and lift him up into the air. He was turned around to see a girl who liked like she was in her early twenties. She had dark, fiery red hair and bright blue eyes like sapphires. He hugged him close and he felt happy against the warmth of her body, the motherly closeness she showed him.

“Aww did widdle baby Vewonica try to walk all by herself?” she said, in a dangerously familiar but no less beautiful voice. “Come now. I’ll take care of you. In you get, little one.” And he was lowered into a stroller which wasn’t there before. The red-headed woman came in front of him and buckled him into the stroller. The top rim of her jeans were exposed and Vern saw a fluffy white diaper peeking out from beneath them. He tried to say something but couldn’t; the pacifier seemed stuck in his mouth and he only made babyish gurgling sounds.

Then the woman pushed her through the crowded space for a few moments, until suddenly, Vern felt his own body give a strange, inexplicable churning. It felt like his insides and outsides were crawling to get away from him.

Then with a tingling sensation and a convulsion, he grew. Rapidly and forcefully, his body swelled in size until he must have been the same size as the people around him. The stroller’s harness snapped loudly and he was flung out to sit on the floor. After a few moments of more strange sensations, he looked around to see the people frozen in place, looking at him. Some, disgusted, some laughing wildly, but all looking at him.

He looked down at himself. He was still wearing his baby clothes. They seemed to have increased in size as well. Then he felt his face, it was different, more rough. His hair wasn’t long and blonde anymore. It was short. His chin was speckled with hair as well. His eyebrows were fuller. He looked at his hands. They were veined, gritty, and weathered looking. His arms were hairy as well, and he saw that the legs poking out from his onesie, were very hairy too. His finger and toenails weren’t painted.

Horrified, he pressed a hand against the front of his fluffy diaper, and felt something long, limp, and thick beneath it next to what felt like two semi-hard grapes.

And his heart stopped as he recognized these as the set of genitals he had owned first, the ones nature had given him.

He looked at the people standing above him as he sat on his behind. They were all laughing now. He was sucking his pacifier hard in desperation, and a rattle seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, because he found himself shaking one, trying to comfort himself. And the woman who had held him like a mother only a minute prior, walked around to look him in the face. Her expression was anything but motherly.

Disgust was etched on her face, and she shook her head and walked off in the opposite direction. He tried to stand up, he tried to take off his baby clothes and his diapers, he tried to talk or say something, but he couldn’t. His mind seemed fuzzy, overwhelmed by the situation. He wanted to call back to the redheaded woman, but all he could do was sit there and cry like a baby. His voice was high, babyish, and girly. And it looked bizarre coming from a fully grown man sitting on the floor in a giant diaper, a onesie, and a pink bonnet, with legs outstretched in front of him, shaking a rattle and crying from behind a pacifier.

“Veronica?” a voice was saying from somewhere far away. “Veronica!”

He yanked his eyes open. Jill was leaning over him. “You were moaning and stuff. Whatsamatter?”

“Uh... nightmare...” Vern said as soon as he could. He was back in the real world. Back in the tent with Jill and Anna. He pulled back the blanket and looked at himself. He touched his face. It was small and girlish. He grabbed hanks of blonde pigtails to make sure they were still there. He reached down and pressed a hand against his crotch, and sighed with relief to not feel a boy’s body beneath it.

He was back in his little girl’s body. And he felt gratified.

“What’s up?” Jill asked, rubbing her eyes. Anna was still asleep.

“Just a bad dream.” he said, thankful to hear a little’s girl’s voice escaping from his mouth.

“About what?”

“I... I was... a boy.” said Vern. Even in saying this, he noticed the irony in his own words.

“Eww. I bet that was a bad dream.” Jill laughed. “Well you’re not a boy. Here’s Mister Snuffles. You threw him at my head by accident. I’m goin’ back to bed.” she handed him the teddy bear which he hit her with in his dream. “Night.” she said to him, before turning over and falling back asleep.

“Night,” he said, still thinking about the dream. Frightened of having the same dream twice, he didn’t want to go to sleep. But after more contemplation over what the dream meant, he was able to piece together one solid fact of information. He knew who the woman in the dream was. He knew who was there for him when he was being his usual babyishly girly self. He looked over at the girl sleeping next to him, at the dark red hair and the blue yes, now hidden behind lids, at the much younger version of the woman in the dream.

His heart lifted as he realized what it meant. Overwhelming instinct told him that Jill would always be there for him if he was true to his little girl self. She needed him for strength, but he needed her for the same reason. They supported each other, and that connection would never have existed if he had never cheated on Carrie.

He would have never met his best friend if he hadn’t have been turned into a little girl. For the first time, he thanked Carrie for the punishment she had cast on him.

To Be Continued

(Still yet more to come soon. Leave one or multiple comments. I love reading them.)

(these stories are inspired by the short story Sugarplum written by filthymind at the ARArchive)

 

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