Perverts 'R' Us

Two Nannies For Baby Michael

By H. Grant ( f+/b, pedo, toddler, diapers, ws, scat )

Jessica Danials was the latest of a long line of babysitters for little Michael. The 20-month-old toddler was quite a handful and was well-versed in running and toddling all over the small house. He loved clutching his baby bottle and drooling while he wadded around in his Sesame Street diaper. This evening he was bare-chested and doing exactly that.

Jessica beamed down at him with impatience. No wonder the little tyke had gone through so many babysitters. He was a handful to watch and his parents hadn't taught him any manners. Not that his parents were any good at raising a toddler. It was a cheap, one-story house with clothes, toys, and all sorts of junk strewn all over the living room floor. These people were absolute pigs and should have moved into a sty (she thought to herself).

The young blonde had been babysitting since she was 13. Now she was 17 and just about finished high school. Jessica had the presence of mind to call her friend Allison over to help her watch over little Michael. Allison was also 17 and would soon be graduating high school with her. She was her best friend and also a well-seasoned babysitter. The two were the classic pair of high school bimbos. They were the toast and lust of their small (one horse) town and every jock wanted to get in the sack with them. That was OK with both of them. Neither Allison nor Jessica had any ambition to further their education. They were not very bright at school and their parents quickly picked up on this and began grooming the two of them to find a sugar daddy to take care of them after high school. This meant nurturing each of their feminine sides and raising them the way a traditional woman should be raised - to take care of the home, cook terrific meals for their hubbies, change the baby, and be great in the bedroom.

Jessica and Allison fit the classic woman mold to a tee and didn't seem to mind that their pathetic little lives would be limited to serving the needs and whims of their future husbands. They liked taking care of babies and toddlers and had become well-versed in all aspects of childcare from a very young age.

The knock at the door jarred Jessica from her thoughts and she opened it to find her best friend standing there with her baby kit handy.

"Oh great Ally. Did you bring fresh diapers? I can't even find where his parents put his. I did manage to find his baby bottle and formula, though."

"Not to worry Jessie." Replied Allison cheerfully. "I got a whole set of diapers and lots of wetsy wipes for those awful little messes he tends to make."

"Mmmm yeah. Can't wait for one of 'those' to happen." Jessica rolled her eyes in disgust. "Come on in. Hope you can find your way around this trash bin of a living room.

"Yuck. Do these people ever throw out their garbage? It smells like the diaper pale hasn't been dumped in a week!" said Allison as she wrinkled her nose in disgust.

"I know what you mean. I've been taking it in for over an hour and I'm still not used to it. Can't even open the door to his nursery cause there's so much stuff on the floor in there. I've given up."

The two blondes chatted for several minutes before settling down to watch little Michael play with his toys. He was sitting on his precious little rump and fidgeting with a small stuffed animal.

"Mikey looks so cute in his di-dee. I wish I had a camera." Said Allison as her gaze beamed lovingly down at the chubby little tot on the filthy floor. "Just look at those pudgy li'l cheaks!"

"Yeah. He can be a real charmer when he wants to be." Replied Jessica. "Until he has to go potty. He never tells you. Instead, he just does it in his pants."

"Phew! I'll bet he gets real smelly in there." said Allison looking down at little Michael for any signs of "bathroom" related activity. "Does he put up a fuss when you change him, or is he passive?"

"Depends on what he's doing before you perform the deed." sighed Jessica in response. "If he's playing with his toys, he'll fuss. If he makes a mess, he'll struggle, but if it's just 'wee wee' or after a nap, he's nice and submissive."

"Ummm yeah...poo poo is the hardest. I'll bet little Mikey gets nice and smushy down there - it's no wonder he struggles. He's probably embarrassed out of his mind." said Allison smiling and winking at little Michael.

"Yeah, but with two of us here, we'll be able to hold him down. Besides, Mikey likes it when I tickle his li'l pee pee while I'm changing him. It keeps him nice, calm, and distracted while I wipe his bottom."

"Oh! Smart thinking Jessy! You seem to know all the tricks of the trade don't you?"

"I try. But sometimes he can be really difficult." Replied Jessica.

"Mmmm. I know not just what you mean. I wish we had straps on his changing table. It would be much easier to manipulate him if he were held down and restrained properly with leather straps. Then he would be a good little baby boy while we played coochie-coo with his penis."

"I know. It would be great wouldn't it? But his parents got the cheapest table they could find. I think it's plastic." sighed Jessica in teenage resignation.

"What's on TV?" asked Allison changing the sensitive subject

"Probably the same ol' shit. These people don't even have cable."

"Shucks, you gotta love that." replied Allison with a hint of annoyance.

Jessica picked up Allison's bag and removed the small stack of disposable pampers and baby wipes. She carried them over to the other side of room and placed them next to the changing table. Why on earth would the parents bring the changing table out of Michael's nursery, yet leave the diaper pale inside the clogged room was beyond her comprehension. Though admittedly, Jessica wasn't good at comprehending or pondering difficult issues like that. She preferred the simplicity of television. So she sat down next to Allison and flipped through the limited number of channels the boob tube had to offer for the evening.

Michael looked up to see the two blonde babysitters staring down at him. A pile of baby drool seeped out of his little white trash mouth and spilled onto his exposed chest. He wore no shirt because they were all dirty and his mommy hadn't gotten around to washing them. His cute little pamper made a raspy noise whenever he shifted his weight from one butt cheek to the other. He was quite the fidgeter and was always getting into mischief. Little Michael had just eaten a plate of pasta and tomato sauce before Allison had arrived and his stomach was quite full and bloated.

"Ally, could you do me a favor and put your nose up against his pamper?" asked Jessica. "My nose has been so jaded by the awful smell in this house. I can't tell if he 'went' or not."

Allison kneeled down off of the couch without hesitation. She was used to this kind of "checking" routine from her years of babysitting. Over time, her nose had become quite attuned to a toddler's wet or messy predicament. She had learned to block out the scent of baby powder and focus strictly on the "contents" of the diaper. Leaning close to baby Michael, she waited until his attention was focused in another direction before she expertly placed her face against his Sesame Street pamper and smelled.

She took a deep, long whiff of his precious little bottom - searching for special hints and signs of soft "childish poopies" that might have plopped inside his diaper for a messy little visit. After a long moment, the hot looking teenybopper removed her nose from his rump and looked back up at Jessica.

"Nope. Not a single smudge yet." she stated flatly. "Has he eaten yet?"

"Yeah. A little while ago shortly before you got here." replied Jessica.

"Then he'll probably make a 'special' potty soon." said Allison.

Jessica knew from experience what Allison meant by "special." It certainly didn't mean something wet or "tinkly." It meant something soft, brown, and smelly. She was definitely not looking forward to it. But she knew from experience that when her friend Ally predicted something "special" in a diaper, something mushy and pooey almost always followed. They both knew the signs. The squirming. The grunting. The soft squishy noise in the back of the pamper. The smearing and caking. The awful aroma that inevitably followed soon thereafter. It was all too familiar to the young teens. But they had learned to adjust and live with it. Changing babies would soon be the focus point of their dull, pointless little lives.

All they were waiting for was the proper jock to come around. A young man who would make them laugh and giggle. A man who could make an easy impression on their dim little minds. A man who would pin them down to a mattress, fuck them, and knock them up causing them to be barefoot and pregnant within short order. It was only a matter of time and the two teenyboppers couldn't wait to be tied down to a life of devotion, womanly servitude, and sexual service. The ability to detect a child's soft "babyish" odors, wipe their cute little hineys, and lovingly change the "special" little presents in their diapers was a small price to pay for a steady income and a good man. Jessica and Ally were certainly well seasoned when it came to caring for babies. Now all they needed was a good man with a nice disposable income to notice and take control of them.

The news came on and both girls turned their attention away from the television. News was boring, so they decided to devote their attention to little Michael. Both girls took turns tickling him and squeezing his soft little tummy. This inevitably made his intestines fill with the remains of his digested lunch. His dinner was still digesting in his big round belly. Baby Michael giggled and cooed as the two teenagers took turns tickling his arms, chest, and chubby little legs.

Within short order, his tiny little penis made "dribble, dribble" as they played with him. Little by little, precious baby drops and tiny little squirts of childish pee-pee splashed thickly and heavily against the front end of his disposable pamper and coated the Sesame Street characters with warm friendly piddle stains. Ally's hand rubbed briefly against the front of little Michael's cute baby diapee causing the little toddler's pee-pee to become stiff and ridged. Little sparks of "toddy pleasure" rippled through baby Michael's tiny little sex organ and he began giggling uncontrollably. This behavior drew the attention of both Jessie and Allison and both girls began to suspect the dirty little activity that was going on deep inside Michael's soft disposable diaper!

Ally noticed the dampness in the front of Michael's stupid little diaper when she did her ticklish massaging and she immediately alerted Jessie to the little tot's moist predicament. Gently, they picked baby Michael up by his chubby little armpits and took him over to the special little table designed just for him. Softly, they lay the wiggling toddler down on his back. Ally held the squirming little infant down by his arms and chest while Jessie went to work on the soft little tapes on either side of his precious little pampy.

RRRiiiPPP.....RRRiiiPPP!!!

Gradually, Jessie pulled on his shameful potty pants and the front crotch of little Michael's disposable diaper was peeled back to reveal a little yellow puddle surrounding his baby balls and tiny little penis. Little Michael had made a special little "pee pee" just for the girls! The splishy little puddle had sprayed heavily against his Sesame Street friends (Bert and Ernie) and had sprinkled itself lovingly against their cute clownish faces. His damp little pee-pee accident was so warm, loving, and friendly.

If the Sesame Street characters could talk, they would have thanked Michael's soft little penis for its warm, wet, and generous gift. Michael's intestines had also become quite full from all the tickling and squeezing that the teenage girls had performed on him and it was inevitable that his next diaper would soon be rewarded with soft...brown...attractive poo. Most of his diaper characters enjoyed the sexy odor of his squishy kiddie mess especially when his little brown hole squeezed out the soft "smeary" variety. It was so adorable and cute - yet sick and smelly!

Jessie was warming to the task of wiping Michael's tiny little penis and little baby balls with wetsy wipes. Gently, she clasped his chubby little ankles together and raised his soft baby legs in the air while she squirted soft magical baby powder all over his precious little pee-pee and scrotum. Little Michael giggled and cooed while Allison showered him with baby talk and distracted his stupid little mind with a stuffed animal. She gently inserted a little finger inside his mouth to keep him passive and quiet while Jessie began tickling his baby balls with her soft teenage fingers. Little Michael sucked, slurped, and cooed even more and his tiny penis grew thick and throbbed with infant pleasure. Soft little poopies were beginning their downward journey toward the base of his cute little anus and it was only a matter of time before his smelly crinkly door would gently open to allow the friendly brown visitors into the magical new world of his brand new disposable pamper!

"Isn't he just a CUTE little boy?" Soothed the bubbly blonde Allison as she watched Jessie expertly apply her soft pedophile fingers to the little tot's love sack. "Coochi, Coochi, Coo!!!"

Michael's tiny little nub became very stiff and solid and began bobbing up and down to the sensation of Jessie's soft ticklish fingers. His tiny little penis entered a wonderland of magic and sickening pleasure. He was being molested. And his little penis - now sick and infected with perverse sexual abuse - would soon convert his heart and mind into a life long state of filthy dreams and extremely perverted sexual cravings that no "normal" girl could (or would) ever be willing or able to satisfy.

He would grow up to become a very sick individual, thanks to Jessie's soft teenage fingers. All she needed to do was tickle him just a few more moments, and the transformation from a normal baby boy into a demented monster would be complete. Jessie had no intention of stopping. She enjoyed the sickening power she held over the helpless little boy - held captive by his baby cock and it's desire to be tickled and pleasured. Little Michael struggled. Allison held him down firmly by his arms. Jessie softly ran her index finger from his quivering balls down to his tiny brown opening. Michael gave in. His little penis lunged upward with a burst of sexual excitement and climaxed for several seconds. Then it sank downward and shriveled up again. The deed had been done. Jessie removed her fingers and placed a new disposable diaper under his bottom. The new diaper had Disney characters on it. They were not thirsty. They were hungry. Soft brown blobs oozed down little Michael's intestinal shaft. It was only a matter of time...

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Chapter 2: Michael Makes a "Poo Poo!"

Allison had warmed to Jessie's sexual advances on little Michael during his pee-pee change. Hesitantly, she asked Jessie if she enjoyed tickling baby Michael in a sexually provocative manner. Jessie said yes. Both teens remained silent for a moment, then Allison revealed that she enjoyed the feeling of power they had over Michael and the things they could make him do. Jessie then elaborated further and admitted that she enjoyed the idea of restraining Michael and rendering him completely powerless and helpless. Allison then responded by saying that she enjoyed seeing the little boy humiliated and shamed while wallowing in his urine. Both girls smiled at each other when they realized the sickening truth. They both enjoyed molesting little children - especially little baby boys like Michael.

Jessie thought about Allison's words with regard to shaming and humiliating little Michael. Her pussy became damp and wet with excitement at the sickening idea that had begun to form in her deviant teenage mind. What if they were to...WATCH little Michael do something else...down there! What if Allison would enjoy the thought of...SMELLING and...oh yes...SMEARING "it" all over him?!?

Jessie thought about it a moment longer. Allison had already admitted that she enjoyed little Michael "pee-pee predicament." Would she actually be willing to take this enjoyable evening to a whole new level. It was clear that Ally had little or no respect what so ever for this white trash family. She obviously thought very low of little Michael. In Jessie's mind, little Michael would soon grow up to be just like his parents - ignorant and filthy. In short order, Jessie came to the inevitable conclusion that baby Michael was merely a sexual vessel - an "object" to be used and abused for their perverse pleasures.

Jessie finally breached the subject with Allison. Allison listened to the part about Michael making his "BM" in front of them while they watched. Her pussy began to dribble and her flowery panties became soaked with sick and filthy pedophile juice. She agreed with an eagerness that surprised even herself. In addition, she told Jessie that it might be fun if they could masturbate while they watched - then continue masturbating while they took turns performing their very first "scat molestation" on little baby Michael.

Both girls stripped out of their clothes. Each of them had beautiful snow-white skin with soft bosoms and shapely round bottoms. For the first time, they looked upon one another with sexual lust. They kissed for the first time - brushing their soft wet lips against each other's mouths while cupping each other's pussies in their soft teenage hands. Jessie felt how wet Ally was. Allison felt how soft and damp Jessie was. Soon, they finished fondling each other and turned their sick attention on the little white trash toddler in front of them playing with his alphabet blocks.

They had fondled each other into a state of sickening perversion - the likes of which could not be satisfied with mere child molestation tactics. The two girls were beyond that now. They needed something more sick, disturbing, and filthy to inflict on helpless little Michael. Little did the baby tot know that is was HE who would provide the very ingredient to fulfill their disgusting fantasy. All he needed now was a little prodding, tickling, and pushing. Then he would succumb to performing what every baby boy and girl inevitably performs - a soft "brown" magic show inside his precious disposable pamper!

Allison looked over at Jessie. The two girls nodded and smiled in deviant fashion at one another. It was time to put little Michael in his proper place. It was time to show him through words and deeds how worthless his pathetic little life was. How unimportant to the rest of the world his trailer trash family was.

Jessie kneeled down and grasped the ignorant "sexual object" by his arms. Allison took hold of his chubby little legs and feet. The two girls lifted him over to the changing table again and lay him on his back. Jessie was at the opposite end of the "vessel" this time and skillfully removed his drool soaked shirt. The little object's bare chest came into view. Ally removed his babyish cartoon socks, leaving the brainless little tot completely naked accept for his precious disposable diaper. Jessie held him down firmly while Ally undid the tapes on his cheap disposable cartoon pamper. It was crucial that they caught little Michael in the act of defecation. This would provide both girls with an excellent "show" and ammunition to masturbate and molest him properly.

With his little diaper undone on each side, Ally opened his stupid little pamper and lay it flush with the cartoon characters on the changing table mattress. She made sure to keep a portion of the disposable diaper under his sweet little bottom to catch all of the special chocolate candy that only this sweet little "vessel" could provide.

To encourage this process, each girl began taking turns rubbing and messaging his baby belly while the other girl held the "object" in place firmly. This coaxed and coerced the soft little poopies into pressuring baby Michael's crinkly anus into opening its smelly brown door for Allison's viewing pleasure. She held little Micheal's legs in the air - yet kept them apart in the shape of a "V" so that Jessie could have a near perfect view of his little white trash bottom and all of it's special little magic tricks it would soon perform for both sickos.

More tickling, rubbing, and prodding. More demeaning baby talk and fingers being jammed in his cute little mouth to keep him passive, submissive, and quiet.

Michael's little legs were held gently yet firmly in the air in the shape of a "V." Ally looked down lustfully at his soft brown pooey hole. Gradually the prodding and pushing began to take its toll on the little white trash object lying on the changing table. Michael's crinkly brown door began to open slowly...a little round smudge began to appear - peeking out lovingly at the deviant teenager above and sending it's warm smelly greetings to her cute teenage nostrils. The little brown smudge was a bit too large at first.

With a little more grunting and squeezing, the big smudge began to transform itself into a smaller, smoother vector that began to funnel itself outward. A soft brown strand of mush began to squeeze and wiggle itself out of "the object's" special brown opening - forming a soft smelly coil that began worming and plopping itself softly onto the base of the disposable diaper below that lay resting comfortably on the changing table mattress. It was not a clean "plop" and little smidgens and smears streaked down his chubby hiney cheeks - leaving them caked and gushy with soft baby mush. Ally's vagina began to trickle and squirt pussy goo all over the living room floor at the site of Michael's first brown "visitor." She was completely naked, and so there was nothing to stop her pedophile vaginal fluids from contaminating the living room floor with corrosive and perverted teenage puddles and soft "girlie" odors.

Jessie was rubbing her twat feverishly at the site of baby Michael's first "evacuation." The next "poopy push" was much more lovely and exciting to watch. The stupid little object grunted and squeezed again. This time, a much larger chunk of chocolate icing oozed and slithered out from between the toddler's fleshy butt cheeks - worming and coiling itself onto the disposable cartoon pamper below - greeting the first gooey pile with a fond friendly blanket of warmth and smelly love.

The living room began to smell like a baby boy's white trash poopies! More soft and muddy "BM" oozed and smeared itself all over the child's filthy diaper - caking and smothering the cartoon characters with loving warmth and "baby boy stench." No amount of baby powder could hide what little Michael was doing now. His filthy child poop was smeared and caked ALL OVER his worthless disposable pamper and his little baby bottom smelled horrible and pooey!

Jessie's cunny began to make "squirt, squirt" all over the floor. She was sopping wet and damp with horny "teenybopper" lust. Her gooey teenage puddle and vaginal odor was rivaled only by Ally's gushes and dribblets at the other end of the changing table. However, both of their smelly puddles were drowned out by Michael's poo poo accident. A beautiful pile of "brown child filth" and potty mush was now fully caked, smushed, and layered all over his precious disposable diaper. Both girls leaned forward and took a good long look at baby Michael's special little "performance." Then, each girl took a nice long whiff of the precious little odor that emitted from his magical poopy pamper! When both of the girls saw this and smelled this, they were very satisfied with the little "vessel's" progress.

Now it was time to molest little Michael in perhaps the most sickening way a child had ever been molested.

Ally tentatively reached down and placed her fingers gently against the little pile of baby poop that resided deep within the soiled pamper. Her fingers brushed against the soft warm mess. Lovingly and tenderly, she dug her fingers deep into the big brown puddle, scooping up a very large chunk of dirty "totty crud" in the palm of her hand. Slowly, she turned her hand upside down and began pressing her poop-smeared fingers firmly against the toddler's baby balls. Gingerly and tenderly, she began to SMEAR to soft baby poop in gently circles...round and round his little baby balls and scrotum. Little Michael began to giggle and coo with soft little spasms of infant sexual pleasure. More poo-poo was smeared and caked onto his white trash hiney and balls - all smooth, warm and gushy!

Jessie was still holding his arms down when she realized she didn't need to any more. The little sex object had stopped struggling and was now giggling and cooing like a submissive little baby boy should. Little piles of baby drool seeped out of his stupid little mouth as Ally continued to molest him with his very own messy "kiddie" poop! Both girls giggled and held their noses as they stared down at their brainless little white trash prize. He would never tell on them. He was too young to speak coherent sentences yet. Besides, it looked like the little brat enjoyed being molested and treated like the pile of trailer trash filth that he was.

Both girls smiled at each other. They were just now beginning to learn that impoverished families were the best targets for child molestation. Most poor families possessed little knowledge or caution about the real world and the sexual perverts that lay in waiting. They were seldom educated, and very trusting of strangers. Some of these poor families were desperate for babysitters - just like little Michael's parents were.

Ally held Michael's ankles together and raised his chubby little legs high up in the air so that his entire poop-smeared bottom came into full view for Jessica. It was so dirty, smelly, and messy! Jessie leaned forward and pressed her nose against the little tot's poop stained balls and inhaled the precious aroma of pre-school poopies! So soft....warm...slippery....and stinky!!!

Now it was Jessie's turn to molest little Michael. Without hesitation, she scooped some more of his soft brown poop from the depths of his disposable potty pants and lathered her hands and fingers with it. Then she gently wrapped her poop smeared fingers around little Michael's soft stiff penis and began to rub and message his little pee-pee with sexually attractive "poopy smears" stains, and precious brown streaks! The tip and shaft of Michael's tiny little penis was now coated with filthy brown - worthless shit!

"Isn't he cute Ally? He looks soooo adorable now!" cheered Jessica.

"He's looks soooo happy and content Jessie" the perverted teen responded. "Just look at his precious baby balls."

"And his cute little pee pee is all nice, brown and stiff! Say "I made poopies" ....go on...say it little Michey!"

"Coochi, coochie, coo! We see you!" giggled Ally.

"Yeah... and we sure SMELL you too! Don't we Ally?"

"PEW!!! We sure do. What a smelly little piece of trash you are!" chided Allison.

Both girls placed their poop smeared hands on their cunnies and began probing, rubbing, and messaging little Michael's chocolate candy all over the insides of their juicy teenage twats. Slowly, they sank their stinky fingers deep inside their bimbo holes and worked baby Michael's soft brown poop deep inside their filthy pedophile vaginas. Huge spurts of orgasmic pleasure rippled through each of their bodies as a wave of intense satisfaction coursed through their perverted veins. They had now reached the point of no return. They were now child molesters for life.

Indeed, Jessica and Allison would make the perfect team. They would entrap and ensnare unsuspecting families that were both desperate and poor. All they would need to do is weed out the families with older kids. Both Jessica and Ally were the sickest of the sick. They enjoyed molesting little boys and girls - especially cute giggling toddlers! There would be many more episodes of diapers, baby wipes, and messy little yellow and brown accidents to clean up. And they were certainly up to the task.

They both looked so young, innocent, and trustworthy. What needy family could say no to Allison's sweet teenage grin? Or Jessie's polite disposition and professional demeanor? Molesting little kids would never be more fun than performing it on helpless impoverished children. Corrupting impressionable young toddlers would only be half the fun. Getting PAID to perform these services with what little money these families had to offer was even better! And no one would ever know!

The best thing about molesting toddlers was their inability to speak coherently - let alone remember very much of what happened to them during the course of the day or evening. There would be no discovery of their sickening crimes. Little Michael would soon be living proof of this. And the two sick teenagers were definitely counting on it.

The End

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