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The Transformation

Chapter 1 ¬ The Introduction

I met Robyn and Amber about a month ago at a local sports bar. They were both very attractive and young. Robyn the younger of the two had long blonde hair down to the middle of her back and Amber was a strikingly beautiful brunette with a very short hairstyle.

I’m Bill and I live down on 5th and Broadway, just a short walk from the sports bar where I first met these two gorgeous bombshells. I am thirty-two years old, and I am a free-lance photographer. Like most my age I consider myself on the conservative side in most of my view points, and maybe that is why I took my last assignment with the Washington Post, covering the Vice President’s campaign for the last year and a half. Now with the presidential election decided by the voters, I find myself without work.

Throughout my career, I have discovered the uncertainty life that is sometimes presented to all of us. I guess this campaign is a great example of life’s unpredictability because the entire presidential election kept jumping back and forth between the candidates Bush and Gore. The polls and most major networks called this one as ‘To Close to Call’ in the last six months before Election Day. Even throughout the night of November 7th, a month and a half ago this uncertainty presented itself once again.

Early in the evening of November 7th, the major networks gave the 25 seats of Florida’s Electoral College to Vice President Gore. Only to be changed to undecided, changing at 2:18 in the early morning of November 8th, giving the seats to Governor Bush, to be taken away as I awoke with the seats returning to undecided with the Vice President and Florida desiring a recount of the votes. This race and life’s uncertainty makes my job interesting enough to keep me coming back looking for that undiscovered photo shot that is going to capture the front cover of a national newspaper or magazine.

I believe my ultra conservative views may have first arisen when my older b*****r was killed in the bombing of the barracks in Beirut, Lebanon in the early eighties. This may account for the reasons why I have a tendency to stay in my comfort zone or as some would say ‘staying inside the box’ in almost all of my decisions, except maybe my first real assignment as a free-lance photographer. I admit I enjoyed covering the Gulf War, though I really didn’t let on that being there really scared the ‘Holy Shit’ out of me.

Maybe it was because I was young and somewhat naive following that small brigade of Marines across the border into Kuwait early on in that peacekeeping mission. It gave me an early rude awakening as to the real danger I had put myself into by wanting to be in the middle of the action. Especially when we started taking on fire from the Republican Guards that were holding up in the small town. This was the closest I had ever faced death, so I now find it a lot easier to live ‘inside of the box’, than explore the excitement that life may offer when one reaches outside of it.

I like my life, I like the way it has gone so far, and most of all I like being in control of it. I feel this deep sense of control, when I look through the other end of the shutter, capturing that unexpected emotion or action that will allure the intimate connection of my art when viewed by others. Like those photos I took of the USS Cole survivors’ hours following the tragic bombing that blossomed across many of the national networks and front pages. Those moments in time that seem to tap into the inner human spirit and create an intimate connection with the moment.

Robyn had just called me and had invited me out for an evening of partying, explaining that her friend had stood her up again, and something about her looking for more excitement in her life.

Both ladies had previously told me that they were models for a well-known magazine and enjoyed the party scene and nightlife this town has to offer. I still wonder what they had seen in me that night we met when they approached me and asked if I was all-alone. I am not one to consider myself a hunk by any stretch of the imagination, yet I have been told that I am somewhat attractive in appearance. Though I try to keep myself in shape, I definitely don’t have that athletic muscular body that woman seem to be looking for in a man. So it struck me in awe that these two bombshells were actually interested in me.

Once I accepted her invitation, we arranged the time and place for our rendezvous and hung-up the conversation with a moment of laughter. The rest of my day my mind went in a whirlwind of wondering in and out of small daydreams of the potential possibilities of a relationship with Robyn. I really enjoyed the time of our last meeting, she seemed to be really in tune with my interests as she sparked our conversations with a variety of questions and laughed at my sometimes-dry sense of humor.

Life was rather dull since I broke up with Susan a year and half ago, so I felt I was somewhat ready to embark into another relationship. Robyn was interesting and fun, I thrilled at the potential possibilities as my hormones started racing throughout my body once again.

Finally, Robyn and I exchanged greetings as we were both seated for our evening dining. The restaurant was rather plush and a lot more up scale than I was used to. This was evident as I glanced across the menu wondering how many paychecks this evening was going to set me back. I looked at the waiter and asked him for his recommendations, my face must have given off my inner concerns as Robyn glanced over at me and smiled. Giving me some assurance that maybe it would be worth it to live a little more extravagantly than I am accustomed too.

The waiter finished with our drink and meal orders and departed. Robyn again was smiling as I noticed a small twinkle sparking from her deep blue eyes. She then remarked that she really wanted me to enjoy myself this evening and would really like to see me try and relax. I know you are a strong traditionalist aren’t you, but you wouldn’t mind if the evening was on me would you? Explaining that she had invited me out for the evening, had I invited her she would have expected I provide her with the entertainment? I relaxed, after all this was the new millennium wasn’t it? Yet deep inside, it was tearing me apart. A guy is suppose to be the provider, that means he pays for these evenings out. It wasn’t normal for me and I had a hard time accepting it, even if this was the year 2000.

The evening went nicely as I had hoped. I began to relax with Robyn taking the lead on most of our conversations. I found it very easy to be around her, as the evening unfolded.

We had just finished our meal when Amber appeared at our table. She said that she was in the neighborhood and she just had the feeling that she would find Robyn here at the restaurant. She didn’t seemed surprised to see me with Robyn as she sat down next to Robyn joining us for an after dinner drink.

Soon our discussion turned to planning out the rest of the evening’s events. Amber apologized for crashing our little dinner party and tried to bow out gracefully, but Robyn wouldn’t have anything to do with it. This really surprised me, as I had hoped for a very quiet and romantic evening together. Amber sensed my discomfort and again tried to leave only to again be reassured from Robyn to stay the more the merrier.

We all decided on a different sports bar that was nearby. Amber said the Chargers and the Seahawks were playing and it promised to be a very exciting game to watch. I found this somewhat strange that I actually had found two women that enjoyed football as much as I did. Normally I would reserve this type of bonding to my male friends. You know the ones that always come over for the Monday night games. But what the heck, it was just another thing that the three of us found we had in common.

I am not much into the dancing scene, so we moved our small party to the game that was about to begin.

As we entered I noticed the lack of people, I thought maybe because it was still early and we found a table near one of the large screen TV’s and ordered our first set of evening drinks. I have to admit beer and football are a match, I can’t seem to have one without the other. The ladies ordered some sort of mixed ice tea and we munched on table snacks as we waited for our drinks.

The game turned out to be a real sl**per, both teams almost equal in defense and offensive plays so our attention turned more towards getting to know each other a little bit more than our first casual meeting a month ago.

Somehow the conversation turned into a conversation about sex and fantasies. Which at first I felt somewhat uncomfortable about, you know it is one thing for guys to talk this way, but I barely knew these two ladies, so I listened more than really divulging anything serious about myself. But Robyn and Amber really seemed to be getting into the conversation and kept prodding me with more and more questions about the subject.

I am sure it was the beer that soon helped me release my inner inhibitions about the topic, so somehow I finally disclosed that I had always wanted to have sex in a threesome. I know there is some French word for this type of love triangle, but at the moment I just couldn’t come up with the name and besides the beer was really starting to take hold.

I immediately thought that they may take offense to what had just slipped from my mouth, and was expecting to get slapped as I prepared for the well deserved punishment. Instead, there appeared a small twinkle from both pair of eyes, as each smiled first at me, then at each other.

Then came their confession that this is what they had hoped for too. The two confessed that they had been lovers for two years and because they were bi – they really needed to make love to a good-looking man like me at the same time.

Bingo! Or maybe tag Bill, your it! What should or how should I respond to such an open invitation and especially the compliment that was just being thrown in my direction. I felt my bl**d surge in the area between my legs as I momentarily played the idea out in my mind. My daydreaming, enhanced by the beer was brought back into reality as Robyn spoke. There will of course have to be some rules if you want to play with us. I thought what the heck, what kind of rules could hamper the joyful bliss that I would soon be enjoying with these two.

Amber told me that I would receive my sexual fantasy and receive the rules once we got to their house. So soon we departed and grabbed a taxi for the quick ride to the other side of town. We finally arrived, removed our wraps and sat down to discuss the evening’s events and rules.

Robyn instructed me that I would first be allowed to watch them make love. I would sit in a small arm chair near the bed, and only if I followed all of their rules I would then be allowed to make love to each of them. I would not be allowed to talk, I could not participate until they invited me, and I could not touch either woman until invited. So I reviewed the rules in my mind and consoled myself into just sitting there on the sidelines and watch the passion unfold. I had to be obedient, or the passionate event would stop immediately. Then when I was invited I could participate in the love feast before me. We walked into the bedroom and both ladies began to slowly undress each other. Robyn pointed to a chair near the bed and commanded me to sit down.

Chapter 2 ¬ Passion

So I sat in this chair near the passion bed, watching the passion being slowly released between these two female lovers. Without realizing it my breathing seems to become deeper and in unison with these two lovers. As the passion developed and I smell the sweet aroma of sex filling the air, my hands subconsciously making their way down to the hot and throbbing member between my legs. Slowly stroking and rubbing the outside of my pants as my eyes stayed focused in deep concentration on the two lovers.

After what seemed like a burst of unbounded energy my hands found their way inside of my pants to clasp hard around my own physical passion. Feeling the bl**d filled member only excited me more, as each bl**d engorged throb brought me closer and closer to a release. I felt content with the possibility that my climax would come through my own self-release, only wishing that it may have come in between the heated thighs of the two lovers before me.

Some how one of the ladies beholds in a gaze the marvelous throbbing instrument being presented before the silent audience of the two passionate lovers. They slowly emerge from their own passion and move slowly and mercilessly towards me, telling me that I was not to touch them. This only makes my engorged limb throb even stronger.

One takes my member in her mouth, as her soft and delicate hands brush slightly the inside my inner thighs. Slowly reaching for the seams where she could possibly rip my pants from my body. The other lover very provocatively dances in front of me, taking her bosom to within inches from my awaiting mouth and tongue. Finally, after what seemed to me like an eternity, I am given permission to touch and caress her bosom with my tongue, and being instructed that my hands were not to touch either of them.

My tongue slowly glides around her outer areolas of each breast, seeking to find and develop a brisk nipple from each. My eyes closed, the tension mounting inside my own groin, I feel an explosion readying.

They sense my physical discomfort and they looked into each other’s eyes with a twinkle, then pass a slight wink and share a nod between them. Communicating their next action without speaking.

Chapter 3 – The Beginning of transformation

One reaches behind her into a drawer and withdraws a black blindfold, yet my real attention is drawn to those erotic movements of my tongue against the soft delicate breasts that I was succulently partaking in. My breathing had become labored, the limb between my thighs swelling more and more as each moment of pleasure unfolded.

She reaches behind me, her soft and sensuous breast slightly brushing my face as she bends over and reaches behind my head, slowly and rhythmically tying the blind fold securely in place. Suddenly I am more aware of the movement and soft touches in stroking and caressing the thick hair on my chest under my shirt. I am also aware of yet another set of hands stroking and purposefully exploring my groin area and my inner thighs. My attention is drawn to these sensations and pleasures of the momentary ecstasy.

One of them tells me that I can not release any of my juices until I have permission, as they both sense that I am ready to explode before them. My throbbing member pulsating beyond what I have ever before experienced.

Soon I am instructed that from this point forward I was not to touch myself down there that was only to be done by one of them when it was really needed. Stating that this wasn’t appropriate behavior for little boys to play with themselves, especially in the presence of their mommy and auntie.

I felt this deep feeling of embarrassment churning in the deep pit of my stomach as I choked to say ‘WHAT?’ to these two ladies that appeared to be taking control of every movement and desire I had.

What was going on here, what had changed, what was real were the only real thoughts racing through my mind? I had no idea that my life was about to be changed forever. I had no idea, that what I had thought was my control, my pleasure, my attractions to the sights I had just previously witnessed had turned into such mystery and demanding behavior by these two women.

Then one almost was barking at me, did you have permission to speak? You are only to speak if instructed to do so. In fact we don’t even want to hear any momentary sounds of enjoyment or pain coming from your mouth unless you have our permission.

What happened to my control, what happened to me, and how could I have allowed this happen?

Then one interrupts my inner thoughts and says you have been a very naughty little boy and we need to teach you what is expected as appropriate behavior around both of us. In fact, I believe you need to be punished. You think you have the right as a male member of society to control anything and everyone around you. No little one, I don’t blame you, I blame society for the way you were raised. Your auntie and mommy think you need to be retrained into what is more acceptable behavior. So we believe we need to take you back to a part of your life, a part before society had a chance to warp and devastate the way you think and believe. Maybe then you will be more in tune what women around the world desire of a man.

As I am hearing this, I question again what happened and how uncomfortable I feel deep inside. What was once a deep and throbbing member between my legs, has vanished into thoughts of deep concern and abandonment by both Robyn and Amber. I start to feel scared and timid at the same time. What was happening and how did I get into this mess are my only real thoughts. The momentary thoughts of pleasure and lust have been replaced with a sense that I need to run and run fast.

One of these two beautiful ladies must have sensed this or thought I need to be under better control as I am told to hold out my arms in front of me. As I do this, I feel a thin nylon rope or nylons being wrapped around my wrists several times. Tight enough to hold my hands from any deliberate movement, yet just loose enough not to cut the circulation in my hands. I want them to stop, yet I can not find the courage inside of me to say that I was really afraid.

My solitude in my mind is broken as one of them speaks in a soft and comforting tone, the first I had heard in several moments of anguished surprise. Please stand up, as each woman grabs for one of my arms and helps me to stand from the chair.

They slowly began removing my clothing a piece at a time. Ripping from my chest and upper torso my shirt and sounding instructions to me as each piece is systematically removed from my body. As they reach my jockeys’, one of the women notice the slight discoloration in front, this from being careless as to not have thoroughly shaken the urine from one of my more recent visits to the john. Sometimes I think I get into this rush of getting the job done and forgetting those little dribbles inside.

The one removing my briefs states that apparently our little boy is a lot younger than we ever imagined as he still is having accidents in his pants. This process is going to be easier transforming him than we thought.

The other states that little boys who are potty trained shouldn’t have accidents and spanks my backside really hard with one quick slap.

Then I am e****ted to the bed where I once witnessed the two in the heat of passion only a short time before. I feel thin ropes or nylons being snuggly tied to each ankle, then I am instructed and assisted onto the bed. Shortly my legs and hands become totally and completely immobile.

Chapter 4 ¬ Lost Control

I laid there on the bed bare ass naked, tied down immobile thinking about what has just quickly transpired in the last few moments of my life. Thinking about where I was just minutes before enjoying the physical passion that was unfolding before my eyes and the excitement filling the member between my thighs with each pulsating throb. I laid there curiously frightened as I thought in bewilderment about what was about to transpire and where in the hell this was going.

Near me I could sense the presence of the two beautiful girls. Most likely standing near me enjoying the moment of deep scheming of what they were about to do. Then my moment of inner solitude was again broken as one of the two of them now took my now limp member into her mouth. I had no idea that the other girl was deep in the process of oral love making to the girl that was sliding my member in and out of her mouth. Within moments the excitement surged inside my loins and my penis again came to full attention, waiting mercilessly for the explosion it had once expected moments before.

Once erect the oral passions being expressed upon my penis stopped almost as unexpectedly as they had just started. One of them brought their hand near my face and told me to tell them what aroma was being presented to my nasal cavities. Without a doubt my senses identified the pleasant fragrance of the female love juices. Then I was command to taste those juices that were present by licking the hand before my mouth. The pleasure of sweet love, the lingering tastes that tantalized my taste buds as I licked feverishly to obtain as much of these juices on the platter contained near my mouth.

The hand was then removed and the girls stepped back away from the bed. One said, you now have permission to answer some of our most immediate questions, and that is all. You will answer truthfully, because we know all men have a very bad habit of telling lies.

The other piped in and asked, would you some day like to enjoy more of the love juices that we have given you a taste of? Well this one was easy, I said yes almost without any thought. Who wouldn’t? Then the other piped up and said, maybe you would also like to take that hairy body of yours and rub it against our bodies in passion? Again, another very easy yes flowed from my mouth. The first girl saying that maybe you would like to take that massive member of yours and pump it in and out of our juicy wet pussies? My mind related to that basic need and remembered the passionate moments before, and I quickly returned another straightforward yes that I would very much like to fuck and suck both of your pussies.

Then they both began to giggle. You then need to be transformed into a little boy are you willing to go into this transformation, if not you will never come close to the sight nor smell of our personal love juices?

I said, what are you talking about, transformed? The quiet one of the two then comes back with, we know that all men are really little boys, and a long dramatic pause followed. The she continued with, their bodies just get bigger as they grow older. But you see they still buy big and expensive toys, they all still tell lies, they still think they have control over everyone and everything, and they still throw fits and temper tantrums when something doesn’t happen their way. They never really have grown up, they are all just little baby boys waiting for their mommies and auntie’s to teach them how to be adult gentlemen. To provide the love and tenderness that all women seek. If your mother had done her job, we wouldn’t have to. So, are you willing to be trained, to be transformed or are you a typical baby boy brat wanting to run away and pout in the corner?

Well this dialog left me with stunning curiosity and a multitude of inner questions and concerns. I wanted to run, but they were challenging my male ego. I am a man, I have pride, and they have no right to treat me this way. This is not at all what I had wanted or expected during this evening we had all three planned out. I expected to be invited into their love passion for a good ‘ol threesome and it looks like now it’s them against me. What should I do?

I hesitated, I guess much to long in my answer not realizing that my hesitation was in minutes and not moments like I had imagined. Then one said it looks like you need some time to think about this, huh? Are you having a more difficult time being honest? The other said we maybe should leave this little baby boy alone for awhile to think upon his predicament, and they both left the room, the door closing behind them, as I heard giggling in the room next to the one I was laying in.

Here I am, each extended member of my body physically and separately tied to a corner post of the bed, laying here naked as the day I was born into this world and wondering where all this was going and how I got into this mess to begin with. I struggled to try and free one hand, but I soon realized this action was no use, the knots they each had tied were very secure. I wasn’t going any place soon. Well, not until they took pity on me and released me. Then it hit me!

Why did I have to have so many beers this evening? I yelled, I have to pee. No response came in my moment of total unquestionable desperation.

Again I yelled, nothing returned! Damn it, why me! Then I heard laughter from the bedroom next door. More laughter and short giggles then silence. Were they laughing at me, or are they laughing because of some odd sense of power they must be feeling right about now and about me?

Again, and again I cried out like a trapped a****l with no responses coming to my now very urgent physical needs. Damn it, I shouted! Then I heard the bed movement that was so familiar when lovers are enjoying really great sex. I think you know the sound, that rhythmic sound as the squeaking of the bed moves with the unison of two bodies in passionate heat! Damn it they were screwing around, and I am about to explode all over the place! The pain I was beginning to feel as I tried to hold it in became more real with each passing moment. The more I concentrated on how bad I physically hurt, the worse it got! I needed a plan, I needed to get out of here, now! The question was how was I going to accomplish this in my present physical condition?

I felt I needed to think in this direction which could help keep my mind off of the real urgency building as each moment d**g out into what felt like an eternity.

Just fine I think to myself, they are next door fucking each other. I can’t even cross my legs, I can’t take my hand and hold it from leaking, I can’t even do the potty dance I once enjoyed as a c***d when I wanted to play a second more before running to the bathroom. Many times only to find out I had waited a moment to long and wetting my pants. Boy did my mom get really angry with me when that happened.

My mind flashes back to those early days as a c***d. The freedom that I enjoyed, living in the moment, not having the stress that now seems to over come each day of my adult life. I felt secure and safe, I felt loved and nurtured by my parents. Those were days of total peace, enjoyment, and freedom from all worries.

It didn’t take long for me to come back into my present moment as the pain of my very full bladder reminded me about my present situation. I yelled again, almost with a tone of anger, demanding that they release me or they would really be sorry. Sorry, I thought, about what, this is what they want and they are next door enjoying what is going on with me so much that they are fucking each other silly! How could they be sorry, I couldn’t even get off this damn bed? I felt helpless as I started to cry.

This was way to much for me, the emotions, the beer, the sensuality of the previous sexual activities of the two female lovers, and all this changed into a fiery moment of total anguish and discomfort.

The pressure soon became more than even my very well developed bladder muscles could handle. Somehow everything that my mom had spent in potty training my bladder muscles went into a momentary lapse and a small trickle appeared at the tip of my penis.

NO! Not this, this can’t be happening to me. Yet it was, and it was real. I was peeing myself, well for that matter I guess I was wetting the bed. Something that hadn’t happened to me since I was seven or eight, and then I was asl**p when that happened. Not this time, I was awake, and out of control as this trickle became more of a spurt and then into a full flood as the gates of my bladder opened up before my eyes. I tried to stop it, but it was way too much for me to handle. It was coming out and I had no way to control it, to hold it in, to stop the floodgates from opening any further. I was now lying in this wet bed, well to be honest a really soaking wet bed, and feeling the warmth of the fresh urine against my body. The moment I had started feeling this warm pee, it made it even more difficult for me to hold back any remaining excrement that was inside of my once full bladder.

My mind again escaped to my early c***dhood years, as I floated back into those memories of the times I had wet my bed as a c***d. It wasn’t as difficult remembering the physical feelings, as I was again feeling those, the warmth and the wetness surrounding my body. The discomfort as this once warm and comforting wetness started to become cold and damp.

I remember my older s****r mercilessly teasing me and calling me a baby after each accident. Telling me I should wear baby diapers like my little b*****r, ’cause only babies’ wet the bed and their pants like I did. Then quickly running upstairs to tell my mom what she had just witnessed. It was so hard for me to overcome the embarrassment and humiliation as each of these accidents appeared. Not knowing why, or what I could do to even stop these nightly wetting events.

My mom would come into my bedroom to ask if I had had another accident. Then she would hold me close to her bosom and rock me, somehow comforting the situation and me. Knowing that my very wet pj’s were getting her clothing wet as well. She always held me close like this, telling me she loved me, and that I would soon grow out of this. She was really understanding and said that the doctor once told her that this was a very normal condition in younger boys because their bladder muscles didn’t develop as fast as the rest of the body. She then would undress me and take the soiled bedding and garments into the laundry room for me.

Somehow the present moment of my discomfort struck me, as this was becoming very uncomfortable laying in this mess that my body had recently created.

I again began yelling, and thrashing my body about the bed trying to escape the dilemma that I had put myself into. I don’t know if it was exhaustion from trying to escape or from the beer but I soon fell off into a deep sl**p, only to become awakened later by my merciless captors as they entered the room.

I see he has begun accepting the transformation as he has again wet himself and his bed. They both giggled as they stood above me looking at my current unpleasantness.

Chapter 5 ¬ Regression to Toddler

I see you were a very bad little boy, not only have you had another accident but you disobeyed your mommy and auntie by speaking without our permissions. Mommy and auntie are sorry that we were not able to come when you demanded but we were busy. I know you understand.

Are you ready to accept the fact of being a very helpless little baby boy? Or do we need to proceed with some further discipline until you accept the position you are in?

I thought if they had gone this far, what more could they have in store for me to make me change my mind. I didn’t like what has transpired so far, and my arms and legs were almost numb from lying in the same position for what now has seemed like hours. I didn’t feel I could handle much more of this (what mommy considered my punishment) so I nodded my head to their questions.

Good, I am happy to see that you agree with us that your punishment was necessary. Now I am sure that you understand that mommy and auntie really do love you, we just don’t like the way you have been behaving. When little boys misbehave they are punished, do you understand what mommy is telling you?

Would you like mommy and auntie to release you from your bindings? I again nodded a quick affirmation. Mommy wants you to know that if you do try anything it would be misbehavior and the punishments would have to be given again. I thought, try anything, what in the hell did she mean, I only wanted freedom so I could run away from this hell as fast as I can. Yet, deep inside of me I sensed this feeling of curiosity and enjoyment from what was unfolding before me and I really needed to get off of this wet bed.

Again, I nodded agreement, agreement into submission.

Good, before auntie removes you from your punishment, we have some small details to take care of.

Within moments I feel something pressing against my lips, as one of the two women say, open up it’s time for your feeding little one. I open my mouth to receive a larger than normally sized baby nipple. As I feel the size and texture I am told to suck on the bottle. The contents seem to be milk, sweet milk, not like what I had been use to drinking as an adult. Yet, there was an odd texture or a slight hint of something hidden within the milk. Well, maybe it was just my imagination running wild, maybe I was just being bottle feed for these two ladies personal enjoyment.

As I am being fed, the other one started to apply some kind of lotion or cream to my genitals. There was a sense of warmth of a cloth and then something else was applied that was somewhat uncomfortable as it was being applied to my groin area. Then within moments I realized what was happening as the razor started across my groin area. I freaked, what in the hell are they doing was all that raced through my mind. My body jerked in external protest of the shaving ritual being performed on my genital area. How was I going to explain this to my friends that saw me in the shower at the gym tomorrow?

Then one of the two said, little one you must lay very still, mommy doesn’t want to hurt you and the razor took another swipe of hair from around my testicles.

When these two unfolding events completed, mommy told auntie to go run the bath as I was a real mess from my little accident and that I smelled. I had to agree with her, I did smell like old urine. Soon I heard the bath water running in a distant room.

Once auntie had finished preparing my bath water she reentered the room and told mommy that the bath was ready for their baby. They soon removed my bondage’s and I was led blindfolded to the awaiting bath.

The water was tepid, not cold and yet really not very hot. Auntie asked if the water felt OK as I was instructed to sit down. I noticed they had prepared a bubble bath as I could feel the bubbles brush against my skin as I sat in the tub.

Then mommy said that this wasn’t a play time bath, stating that would come later. We are giving baby his bath because he dirtied himself and needed to be cleansed so he wouldn’t get a rash from wetting himself. They both began cleansing my body with soft stroking motions. Soon I was instructed to lay back in the water so mommy could wash my hair. I did so, and soon began to relax and enjoy the tenderness I was now receiving from these two ladies, my thoughts only to be interrupted by instructions to stand up and step out of the tub.

From what I could tell I was being led into another part of the house, as the distance from the room I had previously come from had seemed much closer to the bathroom.

I was asked to lie on the bed as the two assisted me in laying down. Then more instructions came as they took my legs and spread them wide apart and soon telling me to lift up my bottom end. As I received these instructions I heard a crinkling sound near by butt and could not make out what this unfamiliar sound was.

Something soft was being placed underneath me, the feeling somewhat familiar yet I could not identify the feeling or what was being carefully maneuvered beneath my back end. My hands started making there way down to this area to get an idea of what was happening, but my actions were immediately identified by one of the two and I was immediately instructed not to move. I subconsciously and instinctively obeyed their commands, staying frozen in this state, not daring to disobey their wishes for fear that they may bind my hands and feet once more.

The one standing nearer to me and seemed to have been the one that had slid something underneath my butt said that it was all right to rest my bottom onto the bed and then proceeded to massage my groin area with some type of ointment or lotion. Again I subconsciously or instinctually recognized this aroma, yet could not identify it. Yet, there was something very familiar about these feelings, the aromas, and the massage to my genital area. It felt comforting in a way that was very familiar and yet very distant to anything I could recognize as I laid back trying to relax, knowing there wasn’t anything more I could do but submit to their desires. Soon she stopped the careful and delicate massaging to my testicles and penis, and I felt something different being applied, something more like a powder to the area that had just been tenderly caressed. Within moments my internal senses responded to the aromas and actions and realized what was being done to me as I panicked when the diaper was being brought up between my legs and fastened tightly.

My body instinctively sat up in response to my realization as the only sound that I could grasp onto as I yelled ‘WHAT’?

As quickly as my intuitive reactions had come, so had their physical and verbal responses, almost in unison. Little boys, who can’t control themselves and have accidents, need to wear diapers. The diaper is to protect the furniture from being soiled by our big baby boy and my body was shoved backwards, laying me flat on the bed once again.

If you can’t lay there and be still, we will need to punish you once again, is this what baby wants, to be punished? I shook my head from side to side, and decided that it wasn’t really that bad after all. Well at least I was no longer sitting in front of them bare ass naked, and my genitals were being protected from further assaults by the two.

I started feeling the movements deep within my belly about this time. I didn’t feel so well as the gas and gurgling noises that were once occasional began to intensify. My intestinal track soon came into a point of holy turmoil that was beyond my own description.

My only realization was that they must have added something to the milk that I was fed earlier. One of my two care givers must have noticed my discomfort as she then asked if I was not feeling OK. At the same moment, my inner bowel and stomach made this loud wrenching sound and I realized that I was about to explode my bowels into the fresh diaper that had just been placed on me by the two mistresses.

I nodded in agreement to the question and she patted my stomach and gently rubbing her hand there for several moments, saying it’s a good thing then that mommy has gotten you into your diaper so quickly. Mommy really doesn’t want to cleanup another of your messes now does she?

I tried to hold onto it for what seemed like an eternity, but the pain soon began to become more than I could easily handle. I squeezed my ass cheeks together tightly, knowing that it was to no real avail, I soon would be shitting my pants. Disgusting, and pleasure, these two ladies were actually enjoying the transformation in which I had no control over.

Then it happened, explosion, no control as my cheeks tightened harder, the release was inevitable and I began filling my pants with the gooey form being released from my insides.

They noticed the uncontrollable urgency that was happening below and made some side comments about their baby boy filling his britches, wasn’t he?

One of them then untied and removed the blindfold that had controlled my vision for so long. The one standing nearest my groin area remarked that I had smelled really bad this time. I have to admit I really did, I could smell my own stench leaking from the diaper and the smell disgusted me as I took in my first breath of what I had just accomplished in my freshly applied pants.

Mommy doesn’t yet believe you think you are a real baby, mommy thinks that you are in need of much more training by both of us. So that there is no doubt in your mind of the age that you really are and have been all of your life. Though your body has grown up, you still act like a two-year-old. Is this right? I once again nodded my head in submission to her questioning.

I soon realized once I regained my eyesight from being blindfolded that I was in a room that appeared to be a large baby nursery, except visually different. The difference that some items in the room were oversized pieces of baby furniture. There was a very large crib and high chair, one that appeared would fit very nicely for an adult and not a real infant. There was a changing table as well as numerous baby toys, a very large rocking horse in one corner and large stuffed a****ls laying about the room. The walls were decorated with elegant c***dhood nursery characters following the theme from the Winnie the Pooh story. The colors were bright and almost life like as each character danced from the walls that contained their imagery.

I found some deep sense pleasure in the events that had just transpired. In some ways it was touching a time in my life where I really felt safe and nurtured by my own mommy. I bonded well with my own mother, and it seemed as I grew older those feelings of safety and nurturing disappeared from my life. Was I being given a second chance at discovering those hidden feelings that I had lost or had been stolen from me by life’s unfolding events? I began to cry as I connected with this new sense of pleasure and connection that I had lost so early in my life.

Yet, I also felt so ashamed and humiliated by these embarrassing events that I had allowed to take place in front of these two strangers. My emotions were confusing as both sides of me began internally fighting with each other. My adult side battling with those lost connections of my early youth.

Chapter 6 ¬ MY Life Fades Away

The last forty-eight hours of my life have mysteriously faded away into a thick-blanketed fog in my mind. Not really knowing what will happen next and now only realizing that most of my coherent adult cognitive thoughts are being swept away as each hour passes in front of me. My new found friend’s, my new mommy and auntie they are caring for all of my physical and emotional needs and not by the adult me I use to be.

I have recently noticed that my speech is phasing into a garbled sense of disjointed words, as I seem to becoming more and more dependent upon the care giving of my captors. My feedings are from a bottle as well as frequent meals from Gerber Baby Food jars.

I can’t explain how this is happening or what processes if any they are using for my transformation, I am only somewhat aware that this is really happening at all. My adult cloths have all been removed from my presence, wearing only diapers, adult sized baby rompers that snap up around my diaper, and coveralls or short-alls with snaps that come up my legs for easier diaper changes by Mommy Robyn or Auntie Amber.

I sit in a stimulated solitude in my nursery that is locked from the outside. Yes mommy and auntie visit me frequently, tending to my every physical and emotional needs. I enjoy gazing about my own special room now, watching Pooh Bear play with his multitude of amazing and colorful friends. My favorite activity today was rocking back and forth on my horsy that I have named Rocky.

The words of my vocabulary have appeared in single syllables more frequently than they did yesterday or the day before. My life centers on playtime, sl**ping, eating, and of course what goes in one end of me must come out the other, so there are frequent diaper changes by my auntie and mommy. I love this special time now when my auntie and mommy give me special lovings as my diaper is being changed.

I spend more time sl**ping than awake, mommy prefers it this way. Mommy also prefers I talk in baby talk when I speak to her instead of the adult vocabulary I have been accustomed to.

My momentary excitement comes during those special times at play where I am given a lot of luvs and kisses as they both introduce me to all of my new toys. Bath time is more fun too, as they let me do splashy in the water all over them and they laugh at me.

I almost forgot my stressful life in the adult time. It seems to be so far in my past as night times come and go in my nursery.

Yesterday I hear sound of bell and me feel excited inside, me end up having an accident in my new trainer pants. Me think it was to help Billy from here, but me no really want help now. Me just want my mommy and auntie to play with me.

I think I must think real hard about stuff, adult stuff to keep my mind from slipping away into this new life, but part of Billy he likes his new home with his new mommy and auntie. There is being a struggle inside Billy for what part of me is stronger.

I remember hearing the voice of one of my university professors … life has a way with balancing things out and equalizing opposing f***es and that as the power shifts, change must occur. This is true within societies, in cultures, in nature, and within individuals. Citing numerous events throughout history where the power shifted and one side lost control, change occurred sometimes good and sometimes, well … that’s life and mine is well differently than one might have expected. Change is natural and is predictable within the universe, our own little universe. Speaking of which I think I am in need of changing …

Mostly now I do p*o or pee pee potty in my diaper without much notice or think in my head. Knowing my mommy will soon change me, so …

Gaaa … Goooo