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her soft David woke with a start, heart pounding, sweat on his chest and face. He opened his eyes at last, a quick glance showed the familiar cot bars and the pink glow of sunlight through the nursery curtains. Relief flooded through him, it was only a dream, the same dream, a frightening dream, and a visit to his past life.

Shifting slowly in his cot the dream faded, it was alright he had just wet his nappy in his sleep. He was safe in his cot; the golf club was a distant memory not to be seen again soon. He didn’t even know if he was still a member; that was a stupid thought. Too many of his former friends would know how Jane treated him now, how his life had changed utterly; how he was living the life of a baby girl aged two and a bit. It would be impossible to walk in through those doors ever again, even if somehow he became able to live the life of a man and husband again. He wondered if Jane’s new boyfriend was a member, did they discuss him and his baby status with others in public? He did not know.

His hands drifted down the bed he felt the comfort of the frilly pink satin lined plastic pants, the large 60 inch square terry nappy held on with four nappy pins, inside that was a Tena maxi disposable that only occasionally leaked into the terry. He was safe. The warm feeling slowly spread and receded. He wondered if Mummy would come soon, sucking on the dummy that was clipped to his little short pink nightie with a plastic clip and cuddling his pink rabbit gave him a secure feeling. He felt better now as he reflected that he did not think Jane had slept with the new man of her life that night, he had not had to listen in an agony of frustration, hurt and pain to their lovemaking in the bedroom next door. Normally Jane’s orgasmic cries seemed to go on for ever, building crescendo after crescendo before subsiding down to murmur only to start again a little later with renewed intensity. He used to lose count of the times this was repeated and could only wish that he could have made her enjoy sex like that. If David had been prepared to acknowledge the truth he would have realized that he had only heard her have an orgasm since he slept in the cot. In his former life as a husband his attempts in the marital bed had been shallow, quick and totally unexciting for Jane. In the months before he had accepted the inevitable and allowed himself to gradually slip into the place of a baby she had often teased him about his inadequacy in bed, his lack of staying power and small size. All this had of course made matters much worse until he was unable to get erect when required or, worse, spurted helplessly and uselessly in her hand at the start of foreplay.



He heard her moving in the room next door, a little later his door opened and he sensed her come in, she went to the windows and pulled back the curtains flooding the nursery with bright sunlight. It shone through her soft negligee revealing her firm sexy figure. Her smile and cheerful “Good morning my darling baby” made him glow with pleasure and love for this woman, once his wife now his wonderful mummy. He could see the baby bottle in her hand; he was thirsty and he took it eagerly from her and lay back to su-k on it and drink as she lowered the cot rails and started to busy herself round the nursery getting ready for the first nappy change of the day. A warm fresh terry square neatly folded from the airing cupboard, another maxi Tena from the large stack under the changing table, fresh frilly pink panties plastic pants, the Pampers wipes and nappy rash cream to hand. She went out and returned with something he could not quite see.

“I have a special treat for you today she said; you are going to love it”.

She came round the side of the cot into the light where he could see what she was holding. It was a sweet sweet little baby dress; he recognized it as one of Unikarens designs. It was pale pink satin with lovely lashings of matching lace on the hem and neck and cuffs; obviously short, very high wasted it flowed thickly out from chest level, soft petticoats splayed out just visible underneath. He knew it would have cost a lot of money. It was just so gorgeous. It was for him. He would look so small and babyish in it. He writhed in the cot with excitement, his little pee pee stood smartly to attention in his nappy.

“Oh Mummy Thank you” he said. “It’s lovely

She hung it on the wardrobe door where he could see it

She lowered the cot side and lent over him and gave him a little kiss on his forehead. He smelt her soft lingering perfume, her hair brushed his face.

”I knew you would like it. Do you want to wear it today?” She nuzzled his neck.

“Pleath Pleath Mummy” he muttered while still sucking on his bottle.

He felt her hands run across the front of his frilly pink satin plastic lined baby pants; he instinctively arched up a little so he could get the smallest sensation of her hand on his little member. She smiled at him in a conspiratorial way. She lightly held the top of the plastic pants and pulled them up so they tightened and pressed his wet nappy onto his little excitement. Hardly believing it could be happening he writhed upwards and down again and then again and again as the exquisite sensation grew and grew. How long had it been since she had played with him like this, it seemed ages since she had done anything so overtly sexual.


"Tell Mummy about the dress” she said “tell me how you want to wear it” She smiled lovingly at him and as ever his own sense of surrender to this gorgeous women that he loved so much overcame everything.

“Pleath let me wear it today” “Pleath Pleath Mummy” He distantly recognized the warning signs and risks in the back of his mind. He knew deep down that she must be plotting some new humiliation, some shameful public exposure that would leave him frightened and awkward but the vision of the lovely dress and above all the firm pressure of the tight frilly plastic pants over his wet nappy that was giving him such an excitement that he cast caution to the wind.

In a moment it was over; delirious pleasure peaking for about thirty seconds and he lay there in the cot catching his breath after an all too short moment of ecstasy. She smiled at him, laughing with her eyes.


The doubts about her plans for him that he had disregarded rushed to the forefront of his mind. He always felt like this after he had come in his nappy, the shame of being a sissy baby were always heightened and more acute. He used, years ago, to always tear off his baby clothes and vow to himself he would never do it again. Now, even if he had felt like that there was absolutely no chance at all. He had no adult clothes, no money, no credit cards, no bank account, in fact no escape that he could think of at all. As his dream and wet nappy had confirmed last night he almost certainly could not keep dry at night and although he did not want to admit it he needed a nappy during the day as well. What was more upsetting he knew he must continue to behave just like a l little girl toddler, lisp his words, suck his dummy, dribble a little and walk in that jerky wobbly way of very small c***dren. It did not matter if they were out of the house; the same rules now applied even to the extent of having to use his dummy from time to time. If he was to sulk or protest that he did not want to his Mummy had a simple rule; behave like an adult and get punished like an adult. That meant a hard spanking that really hurt with the pain lingering for some time often over a day coupled with some cunningly designed additional outrageous exposure in public that left him shaking with embarrassment and fear

So despite any pleasure that might have existed in being a baby girl having evaporated into the wetness of his nappy he smiled as sweetly as he could at his Mummy and with his dummy still in his mouth summoned up the mental effort to play his infantile role and said “ Pleath can I wear that pretty dreath Mummy?”

She continued to smile at him and seemed to ignore completely what had just happened and told him to get up to start to get ready for the day. The wet nappy and the soaked Tena were quickly removed and with a friendly pat on his botty she told him to run into the bathroom and do his teeth and shower. As he did so he looked at the toilet which he was never allowed ever to use and was soon in the shower. He realized that this was about the only grown up thing he did now, but even then the door was open, he had no privacy and his principal task was to make sure that his body was completely hairless. Most of this was done with depilatories and now electrolysis at a beauty parlour but each day he had to present himself to either his nanny or mummy completely devoid of hair except on his head, where by contrast it was growing to almost shoulder length and could be handled in a variety of ways

As he carefully attended to a few stray bits of hair he reflected on how in three months he had slipped from being a adult with a house, career, albeit not as successful as he would like to brag about in the golf club bar and a wife who was the envy of many of his friends because of her good looks, family money and a leading position in the software firm where they had both worked. Jane was one of those very modern women who just quietly excelled at most aspects of life. Her marriage to David had caused some comment at the time five years ago as most had assumed that she would have done much better; a fact she now recognized and indeed was well on the way to resolving the issue but in a most unusual way

He heard her come in with a large fluffy towel which she wrapped around him as he stepped from the shower and started to dry him in readiness for his day as the little toddler girl he was rapidly becoming, not only in looks and clothes but in thoughts and behavior as well. In the three months since she had pulled the first pair frilly pink panties along with plastic pants up over his first adult nappy he had been led on a journey of self discovery that amazed him. For nearly all of his post pubescent life he had always enacted his c***dish fantasies in secret and for the most part felt deeply ashamed of his submissive sissy girl leanings and even now he still did not quite comprehend how Jane could have manipulated him into his current position of dependence and helplessness. Their marriage had been mostly uneventful on the sexual side for nearly all of the five years, his very small size frustrated Jane and fairly frequent premature ejaculations had been a problem for both of them and in the last year had lead to an almost celibate relationship. Suddenly she had adopted a much more domineering tone in bed, after one of his “premies” as she called them she demanded that he attend to her raging needs orally. He had not had to work so hard with his mouth ever before as she went on and on with orgasm after orgasm. After she had calmed down she quietly told him to go to sleep and ignored his now throbbing member which spent the night totally unsatisfied.

　

　

His thoughts were interrupted by her gently pushing him to the nursery changing table where after a liberal dollop of Johnson's nappy rash cream was spread around his botty and private parts and then topped off with a liberal covering of baby powder. How he loved that smell. A fresh Tena maxi, designed for maximum protection for heavy wetters, she had once told him, was pulled up between his legs and the tapes secured. A full 60 inch square terry went on next with four large nappy pins two at the waist and two pinning the leg openings. This always ensured that he had to walk wide legged like a toddler. The nappy was followed by transparent crinkly soft plastic pants with full size 40 inch waist, with a wide gusset specifically designed to go over an adult nappy.Next came a new pair of very frilly pink satin panties covered in matching ruffled lace. A pretty petticoat, lace topped white socks, and a summer dress completed his ensemble. “I will put you in your special dress after breakfast as I do not want you to make a mess of it whilst you eat” she said.

　

Of course he was never allowed to eat properly and always had to make some sort of a mess even when they were out in public. Last time in the Tesco café after they had done the shopping, which of course included lots of baby items for him, she had put him in a small bib and fed him a banana much to his squirming uncomprehending embarrassment. At least he was wearing his pale pink satin dress with lots white lace frills and bows. The dress was so short it barely covered a very frilly pair of white satin panties with lashings white baby lace. . The fact that anyone who looked closely could see his plastic pants and nappies just peeking out from under the leg openings of his frilly baby panties He had observed that most people did not realize what he was wearing and those that did just looked puzzled rather than any thing else. Occasionally he noticed someone who recognized what they had just seen and gave him or Jane or his Nanny a conspiratorial look, sometimes they grinned but to date no one had made any audible comments. He always felt at risk, exposed and vulnerable when out now and clung closely to Mummy or Nanny holding their hand when ever he could. The trouble was that often it was the sight of a grown man holding hands with his companion that gave the game away more often than the bulging nappy contained in milky white plastic pants sometimes drooping just below his c***dish As he ate he gazed at his lovely Mummy who leant close to him as she fed him. His tired tiny willie about an inch long when soft stirred in the safe embrace of the soft nappy. Her figure was even better now than it had been for sometime, in fact Jane, now effectively liberated from a marriage that was going down hill, had a burst of extra self confidence, went to the gym more often and shed those few extra pounds that can make such a difference. She had rediscovered the joys of gentle flirting, seeing men turn their heads when she passed. She had spent more money on good clothes that altered her from good looking to stunning.

She knew the effect she had on men and even now was pleasantly conscious of David’s longing eyes on her tight white top and well filled lacy bra that was clearly visible through the fabric. The feeling was made even better because she knew with utter certainty that he was unable to do anything other than look and long for the impossible.

“Come on sweetie let’s go into my bedroom and get you into your new dress and sort out your hair. Mummy has got to shower and make herself look pretty too.”. She went in front of him so that he could gaze at her firm bottom as she ran up them to her bedroom. Of course it had been their bedroom but now he was not allowed in without permission. If the door was closed he had to knock, if open he had to call his Mummy to get permission to enter. He realized that this rule was just another designed to make him feel inadequate and uncertain. It certainly did. He paused at the threshold and she stood just inside looking at him, waiting and making no move to let him in.

“Mummy please may I come in to your bedroom” he asked.

“Yes, you are a good girl to ask, Mummy wants to keep her bedroom as a private place, and little girls may see things they do not understand in a grown ups bedroom”

How true he rued, somebody else was enjoying fabulous sex with his wife in what was the master suite; moreover always within his earshot and he was helpless to do anything about it. Some master he had turned out to be. The room had undergone significant change in the past few weeks and become much more feminine and all signs of his former occupation had completely disappeared. He knew that all his clothes had been removed from the closets and drawers and given away to charity shops She went back to sorting out the dress on him. A soft pink, wide heavy satin ribbon, chest high went round the back and did up in a large bow. The dress was lined, was luxurious to touch, and he could immediately tell that the material was expensive and above all it fitted him perfectly. Except, and he knew instinctively it was going to be so, the dress was short. It would not cover his nappies and plastic pants. She took him to the mirror. This overgrown little baby girl stared back at him, the face, despite the dummy in his mouth, was male; everything else was soft, pretty and c***dishly feminine.

He became conscious of Mummy behind him; she was holding a pair of shoes.

“I nearly forgot” she said “I had these made for you, let’s see if they fit OK” They were shiny pink Mary Jane’s!! Oh my God he thought, this is the very end, what has become of me? They were soon on and he was back in front of the mirror. Despite himself, he felt his little member stir in what he suddenly realized was a warm damp nappy. He had no recollection of wetting, this worried him. Was he now dependent on nappies night and day? Of course he was. His emotions were all over the place, here in Mummy’s bedroom he felt safe as a sissy and was starting to be aroused, but he knew that soon his Mummy would take him God knows where, dressed just like this and he would feel so ashamed and awkward.

She told him to sit on the bed and wait for her as she got ready, in a flash she was stripped to her bra and panties giving him a very rare glimpse of her almost undressed body; laughing inwardly at her aroused but completely helpless husband, sitting in his new sissy finery, gazing at her longingly, she left him for the bathroom and a quick shower.
David just could not move away from the mirror, his little pewee was standing strongly now pushing with all its three inch (well nearly three inches) might against the soft damp nappy. The dummy was comforting and reassuring, he pulled his plastic pants up tight so he could get some resistance and moved his hips slowly forward and back, lovely soft babyish thoughts and sensations went through him, his baby life, his wonderful sexy wife whom he could now only ogle on rare occasions like today had become a distant dream as far as real sex was concerned. In his present state of super enhanced babyishness he loved the idea of his wife having another man.

He heard her come back out of the bathroom, for a second he thought she might be naked, but Jane was never going to let him see her like that again. She had wrapped a large pink bath towel round herself covering up her figure. Moving over to a drawer she pulled out some underwear.

“I bought these baby darling. They are French, Chantelle, they were really, really expensive and feel divine. Now turn your back, no peeking or there will be trouble……. Now what do you think?

She was wearing a white satin and lace bra with a pair of white silky nylon bikini style panties which had a see- through lace panel on the front, he swallowed hard, he had not seen his wife like this since he had become her baby. His member throbbed with urgent desire

She was smiling almost laughing and walked over beside him, pushed him gently down on the bed and came very close and leaned forward so he could see her wonderful figure in the sexiest lacy bra he could imagine and, as cream on a cake, her tight shiny panty clad bottom was visible in the mirror as well as his little sissy self. She pressed on the outside of his frilly baby panties and plastic pants he returned the pressure with an up and down movement with his hips. Her scent was all around him and she whispered in his ear “Oh my little baby is all excited at seeing Mummy like this isn’t he?”

It was over in seconds.

David panted, catching his breath trying to understand why he had come so quickly, the pleasure had been so momentary and already his little member was shriveling in his nappy. Shame and frustration that he had let himself down in front of her when she was being so good to him caused tears to well up in his eyes.It excited him that his stunning wife had bought those sexy undies for another man.

Jane was inwardly ecstatic; her plan was working, he had come twice this morning and would really not want to play the baby role at all. She knew he would desperately, now he had come, want to be all grown up, adult and “normal”, but of course that was just not allowed.

No way Jose!!

　
Moreover the day she had planned for him would humiliate him more than ever with extra twists and turns that that should shame him and shame him again.

Instinctively she started to play the game with him.

“Oh sweetie baby, don’t cry, that’s why you are in nappies, I know you can’t help yourself, babies can’t. You can do your little spurties in your nappies whenever you need to, Mummy doesn’t mind. It is not like the time when you used to try being a big man doing it with me and you always had your little premie in Mummy’s hand. Then Mummy got cross, but she has her real man for that now. You are my little sweet baby who needs nappies to keep her safe and sound and catch all those little wets and messes that you can’t control.”

She watched him, whilst she started to get ready; he was writhing with shame, face Like so many of these ideas they took a while to get him to do them properly but Jane with Emma the Nanny and “Grandma”, oh how she liked the fact that David now called his mother in law “Grandma” .It was Emma that came up with the idea of developing a system of rewards and punishments that kept him constantly on his toes.David liked his nanny Emma, a very attractive young lady .

Emma's reward system was called them carrots and sticks. The biggest reward was of course being able to play with himself in the cot at night and not have the mittens and lockable frilly plastic lined panties that kept him in a state of frustration all night. He really did not like that and was always keen to ensure that he had enough carrots for the privilege. He needed three carrots for one night’s privileges but if he got himself up to ten carrots then none were deducted. This was a position well worth working hard for. A later bedtime was one carrot per half hour, using the computer but only to surf ABDL sites, the history file was always to be left available, was a generous one carrot per hour. The catch was that Mummy or Nanny might come in at anytime and make him read out from what he was reading. This exposed his true likes and dislikes to them and he went bright red reading stories like "Sissy Anthony’s a cuckold to his wife" or "forced to be a baby girl to his wife".

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On many of his regular outings to the local supermarket or park with his wife or nanny he felt very anxious that strangers would see him dressed as a sissy baby girl in all his pretties.David would sometimes notice that young mums and their charges could see under his dress whilst out . Recently he was sat on the grass in the park and he noticed a pretty young Mum pushing a pram with two other young ladies, they where all staring right under his dress, his frilly shiny pink satin panties with a crotch no wider than 5 inches and it was very obvious she quite clearly see the nappy and plastic pants bulging out from the leg-openings of his frilly baby girl knickers. From their angle of view all was very obviously revealed!!
He shrunk away when hearing their comments and seeing them laugh-

“Look at that man oh my god he's wearing frilly knickers and nappies”


In the home this was bad enough but it happened in front of visitors as well, he was fairly often checked, as a pretence to embarrass him. Occasionally they did this to him when they were out in public, lifting his dress and pulling back the frilly pink baby knickers and the plastic pants, cloth nappy and disposable to peer into the gap where his exposed bottom cheeks may or may not hide a nasty little shameful parcel. Maintaining silence through this little enactment was more than he could do in the early days and an adult “pleath Mummy don’t do that here, pleath Mummy, pleath people are looking”


If he had messed his nappy he had to apologize and say “Soth sowwy Mummy baby Sophie hath been very naughty today can Mummy spank Sophie’s botty “. If he looked Sissy and babyish enough and had the sense to ask when both Jane and his Nanny Emma were there they would oblige! It would result in a flurry of petticoats, a bare bottom across Mummy’s knee, Emma standing ready to hold him down and a very, very generous hand spanking till he was yelping and crying real tears and his botty was a very bright red bordering on purple.The last time this happened two of Emma's friends were at the house ,Emma had told them she was a babysitter for an adult baby and the girls were intrigued.As Sophie had his bottom spanked he would hear these two girls laughing then becoming more and more vocal deriding his naughty behavior, calling him a sissy baby for crying and making him promise to be a good baby in future. When it was over they taunted him about the reason for asking for a spanking. “Baby wants to play with his tiny ickle thing tonight then? Does baby want to spurt in his nappy? Baby can’t do properly can he, he only spurts into a nappy thinking about his pretty knickers and dresses, what women would want that?”

At that Jane , Emma and the two girls would all burst into laughter and if Sophie had any sense he would join in this humiliating mocking by agreeing with them or adding a little humiliating touch of his own. A good one liner at this stage may well get a carrot but David was normally too tearful and flustered to say anything.

Jane had come up with a brilliant ploy for administering corner time. They made him stand in the punishment corner, in the hall of course so if anyone came to the door they would see him. That added an extra frisson of excitement to the ordeal. He had to suck a dummy with a loop of short pink ribbon attached; the loop went round a thin stainless steel rod that went from floor to ceiling close in the corner. This smart but unusual piece of hall furniture always got questioned by strangers and if David was about he would have to explain its purpose.

Jane was now dressed and getting ready to put make up on, she turned to David who was sitting somewhat morosely on the bed pondering how he was going to cope with the day when he felt so unsexy, so adult and desperately not wanting to go on with this baby thing a minute more. He was longing just to return to his old self. Sensing his discomfort she brusquely told him to go and pack his Princess changing bag as they were going out as soon as she was ready.

David’s spirits sagged even further; he just did not want to go out, but he dare not complain or moan about things, he had a surplus of ten carrots and was getting much better food and was allowed to play with his winkle when he wanted to. He certainly did not want to lose them. Mind you the thought of playing with his little member was a million miles away just now

He sighed and went back into his nursery to gather his things. Looking round the room he still could not believe that he now lived in such a little girl baby world. His Mummy had lavished care and attention on this room Disney Princess chairs and matching table with assorted boxes for dolls and toys themed in, teddy bear motifs on the duvet cover, Winney the Pooh wall paper and any overall sense of pink with light yellow and to set it off. The changing table with its plastic washable surface was prominent and under it was a full array of all the paraphernalia for baby change time, pampers, nappy rash cream, baby lotion, baby powder, piles of disposables and cotton nappies as well. About ten plastic pants neatly piled away, a bucket for soiled nappies. In the drawers and cupboards there were dresses petticoats and a full range of tee-shirts, socks, sissy baby-doll nighties in pale pink and usually a see through chiffon, sissy girl frilly panty sets and various Mary Jane shoes and sandals

The commitment to babying him was so big he knew it would not end soon. His baby status was all round the house from piles of nappies in the airing cupboard, nappies and pants on the washing line and baby things in every room. His changing bag was a bright Barbie Pink very sissy bag that he kept some spare disposables, nappy cream, powder and of course Johnsons or Pampers wipes. Mummy and Jane had a bigger bag that had the same but also a spare cloth nappy, plastic pants, pink frilly satin taffeta panties and bottle or feeding cup and Trudy his doll.


Mummy called out

“Don’t forget Trudy’s nappies she might need a change, oh and where is her pram?”
David’s heart sank; she knew about the new game! She was certain to make him play with his dolly and dolls pram wherever it was they were going. He ran downstairs to fetch the pram from the playroom. This used to be his study but over the last few weeks all signs of a male study had disappeared, the golfing pictures, the big cherry wood desk, and the Sony Vaio lap top had all gone. Now he had to use a slow old PC covered in pink girly logos resting on a small c***d’s desk. He was only allowed in to write stories and surf certain well known ABDL sites such as AB stories and petticoat monthly etc. One rule was that he had to select favourite bits of writing and read it out to his mummy or nanny.

The pram was next door to the Wendy house he got it out and made sure all the covers and spare dresses for Trudy were in it, he had started to enjoy playing with his dollies and pram but today he felt unsure and uncertain of what was going to happen. He heard her on the stairs coming down and went with his pram into the hall.



She was just stunning.

Money, confidence and pure sexuality radiated from her. She was wearing a black satin skirt with a large sit along one side that clung to her hips and thighs; alternately clinging and swaying with her every movement, a tight white cream coloured satin revealing top was loosely covered by a skimpy waistcoat, and her breasts were proudly displayed. An expensive white satin and lace bra which was just visible poking through the top undone buttons was titillating to say the least. It was an expensive outfit. He noticed the elegant shoes that somehow brought an additional sparkle to her legs and movement

“Nicole Farhi in Bond Street” she said as if in answer to his thoughts “Like it” she grinned. “Oh and I treated myself to some Jimmy Choo’s”

Poor David, in his too short sissy baby dress, nappies with plastic pants and frilly pink knickers on view, bright pink Mary Jane’s with lacy top socks and his hair in bunches.

What a contrast, what a sight, what shame!!

She went on in that cool calm voice that only comes from a top drawer education. St Paul’s School for Girls and Oxford with a first in PPE in Jane’s case “Come on you look good too! My little sissy baby who has to wear nappies, you really look the part. That dress is divine, so babyish! Suits you Darling! Come here sweetie”


She reached into the hall cupboard and pulled out his pink anorak; it had a shiny pink finish with pink faux fur round the collar and cuffs. It did up with large toggles and had white woollen mitts attached to each other via a ribbon that went through the sleeves, just like a small c***d’s. Like everything else it was too short and did not cover his nappies plastic pants and frilly baby girl panties. Moments later she put on her leather jacket that he knew had cost her well over a thousand pounds and at last they were ready to go.


Outside the house where the new X5 series Mercedes SUV was in the drive; it had a “bambino al bordo” sign in the back that she had bought on a trip to Rome. She said it looked cute. David realised it attracted even more attention than a normal “baby on board sign”. His Boxster had been sold weeks ago. “You won’t need that” she had said. “No more driving for you. Anyway we need a SUV; all Mums use them these days.”

The brisk cold air felt sharp round his bare thighs, exaggerating his sense of exposure and vulnerability, within moments he felt the urge to wee as the cold got to him. He was just going to wet when all of a sudden a sense of male determination gripped him, not unconnected with the loss of libido caused by two recent comes. He would hold himself and not just wet whenever a passing urge came on. He would go when he was standing still and decided to let go consciously, just like an adult. The fact it would be into a nappy was not the point; he was trying to be male and grown up and exercise control. After a spasm of concentration the urge passed.



　

　

She left him standing in the drive as she piled the bags and his dolls pram in the back. He felt so vulnerable just standing there like an overgrown baby in full view of any passers by or neighbours could see him, with the cold breeze fluffing his petticoats whilst he waited for her to open up the rear passenger door so he could climb into the booster seat in the back. When she did and she was right behind him he started to ask where they were going, a strictly forbidden question, “Shush” she said and leant right over him to do up the seat belt. Her body was close and he could smell her perfume; that wonderful figure was just inches away. He always wanted her however ashamed he was. She giggled at him, squeezed his nose playfully as she straightened his dress and coat before closing the door.
Image4.jpgThe booster seat always tipped him back slightly and his dress and coat rode up so his frilly pink satin panties were very visible between his legs. Despite himself and the new resolution to try and exercise control, he looked down at the area of shiny white plastic between his legs. He felt secure as the disposable and cloth nappies pressed his legs apart, the sight of the waterproof
plastic pants tightly stretched over the thick protection always gave him that so safe feeling; the deep realization that really he did not have to think about controlling his wets and messes anymore.



　

As they drove away, she relaxed, he was in the car and unable to escape his fate. She had put him in as grown up mood as she could and had not wanted to risk a confrontation before they were on the way. He was absolutely not in the right frame of mind for the humiliations that lay ahead, Jane wriggled her hips a little to try and gain some sensation down there; wow this BDSM thing was making her randy!

She grinned to her self as she gunned the powerful car quickly up to eighty down the dual carriageway “there is no point in humiliating someone if that’s what they want you to do”

What she did not say was that her sister Sheila and golf mad husband Simon were going to be there as well with their two teenage daughters.

A little surprise for David!








One of the most amazing things that had happened as a result of Jane’s conversion of David to Sophie had been the change in the relationship between him and her mother. Until recently Helen had made it abundantly clear to anyone who would listen that David was not good enough for her daughter, probably married her for her money and the chance to get promotion in the family firm. Of course she was exactly right in all of this. David never quite got the relationship right with her and was alternately gauche or overbearing. The truth was that he was completely intimidated by her and compensated by behaving badly or making endless faux pas. Above all he was scared of her.

Now that her intuition had been proven correct for all to see as David was clearly a little sissy pantywaist they seemed to get on much better. David, no longer had to try and impress her and even tried his hardest when with her to be the little baby girl he was being trained to be. He subconscious had realized he had nothing more to prove at all and could relax into his submissive self. This was something he could do well! Helen, who had obviously been proven right all along and, as a result, was now at ease with her little sissy son in law; expecting nothing at all from his manly side was happy to treat him like a little girl. On this basis they got on well as Grandma and Sophie. Jane had arranged for Helen to look after David for one day each week which gave Emma the Nanny more time off.



It was Jane’s glamorous 57 year old mother was one of the architects’ of his demise. Jane had thought that his poor behavior in bed had indicated an affair, and one night when he was at the golf club, she swallowed her scruples and searched his lap top. It was not an affair she found but she was incredulous when she discovered reams of incriminating material about sissies and adult babies; long letters to other sissies; a favorites’ page list, well hidden that had all the well known sissy sites on it. When subsequently she found his stash of baby things she had gone crying to her mother talking about a divorce.

Helen would not hear of it. “Do not be ridiculous” she said “he will take you and the family to the cleaners, half the house, the one I paid for by the way, half your shares, half your income. What for? Why do we want to pay out to that little drip; have your freedom yes; but not a divorce”?

It was Helen who planted the idea to baby him and do what he apparently wanted; trap him in his submissive self and take away his independence. She argued that all of a sudden he will be hooked and helpless. You can then have your life back and start again if you want to. In a year’s time, if you like, we can make a settlement, he will be too ashamed and too deep into being a baby to do anything else but accept it. “Also” she said significantly “if we can get him out that job in the firm we can get someone who really knows how to market the product properly, like Jake who resigned because David was such a lousy boss.”



　



She came up with the wonderful line;

“An expensive nanny is a hell of a lot cheaper than a divorce”

The more they talked the more sense it made to Jane. Of course as they both acknowledged it may be difficult to pull off; but one night when Jane was going through a phase of doubts about it all, she showed her mother some photos David had taken of himself and stored on his lap top. He was sitting on the floor of their lounge with a dolly, short little girl dress showing off his nappy and plastic pants, Mary Janes, anklet socks and a Bo-peep bonnet.

Helen just laughed and her daughter joined in; soon they were almost in hysterics. It was relief from stress and tension, then she said through her laughter “he looks sweet really, quite helpless, just as though he needs a Mummy” Jane had responded “and a Grandma” and they both went off into hysterics again. When they had calmed down Helen said “well you know I wouldn’t mind changing his nappy, it would bring him down a peg or ten”; from that night on Jane became more and more determined. She put key logging software on his laptop and was soon following his every surf and building up a picture of his likes and dislikes. She found his secret baby email address and watched him chat to other men who wanted to be sissies. He poured out his longing to them to be a baby girl, still in nappies, wet and dirty. He seemed to want to be trapped!! Jane realized that although he said all this there was a risk he might not really want to and would demand a divorce when he was confronted with his choice.




Jane was nothing if not resourceful, the fact that she tracked his every electronic move without ever saying a word to him was sign enough but her next step was pure genius.

She made contact with a professional nanny to find out more. She paid Denise of course and after she had broken down her reserve she was very forthcoming. Her little bon mot was “men keep their brains in their balls”. Her advice was “keep him wanting more, keep him excited only let him come occasionally, make him think that if he is good then a further thrill is just round the corner. Taunt him with your body, make him want it but slowly withdraw your favours as he becomes ever more committed. Remember he will have fantasied about being your baby ever since he has first known you. These adult babies have normally been like this all their lives, they try and kick the habit but they always return to it. Watch out, though, in the early stages when he has come, he will return to adulthood in a flash, want to be normal, and plead to be allowed to dress normally.”



Jane even persuaded Denise to let her come to some sessions when she had clients; getting paid twice over by the client and Jane had something to do with it. Here she learned to use a hairbrush, a strap and the cane with just the right amount of force to be punishment as well as a little bit of delayed pleasure. She saw Denise humiliate her clients unbelievably, was amazed and amused at all these men who outside that room were regular blokes but in Denise’s nursery were little babies in a variety of dresses. Some wanted to be little boys but most wanted to be girls, Denise used to say that the little girl ones were the most heterosexual and wanted a mummy. Above all she learned to stand quite still and stare hard at some luckless client who just wanted to be put in a nappy and by the force of her strong personality and with a very quiet authoritarian upper class tone make him drop his pants and bend over and ask, even beg for the cane.

Denise used to say “My God I hope you have not scared him off!!” Later she used to call Jane and say you know so and so he wants you to come again.

Jane was getting the hang of this



So as they sped along Jane started to think through what lay ahead. Her sister and Simon knew all about David of course, they had seen all the photos of him in his baby girl clothes and were relaxed about their two teenage daughters seeing “Uncle David” in nappies and a dress. Simon had just made one condition saying that if David needed a spanking it was not to be done in front of the girls. Simon was just great, nothing fazed him, he seemed to know about every thing; he even told Sheila all about adult babies. Apparently he had had a case once where the subject came up. He was however a real alpha male. Sheila loved him for his masculinity and forgave him the odd indiscretion as she knew he loved her but needed, as he once put it, a bit of practice from time to time. He told her it was to make sure he remained on top form to have good sex and know the latest tricks!!

Soon they were at Grandma’s house in the up market part of town. A circular drive led to the imposing residence that quietly breathed money and influence. David saw Simon’s car in the drive and immediately started to panic “is Simon here, Mummy?” “They are all here, darling” she said as though that helped him, “come along.” She was opening the passenger car door and unbuckling him to get him out. He just remembered to drop a quick curtsey to Grandma and give her a little kiss on her cheek. That got the humiliating dummy out his mouth for a moment. Grandma busied herself with taking his little pink anorak off. He had become so used to being dressed and undressed that he no longer tried to undo buttons or in this case the little pink plastic toggles and always stood obediently, and very c***dishly, whist someone helped him. She stood back and admired his new dress, saying how cute he looked and straightening out the pleats and fluffy petticoats.

“No frilly panties today darling?”ooooh yesss so you have how pretty “.” Just be yourself today darling”.

David tried to explain in a whisper to her that Jane had let him come in his nappy twice this morning and he was not in the mood to be a sissy. How could he meet Simon? She just motioned him to be quiet as at that moment Jane came into the hall carrying the big baby changing bag and the dolls pram.

Just then Zoe came running up to meet her favorite Aunt. she stopped suddenly.


“Why is Uncle David wearing a funny dress Jane ?” “Why has he got bunches in his hair?” She started to giggle “Uncle David you have got an Alice Band and bunches, you do look very silly”

David looked at Jane in helpless defeat, any thought that the smart new dress may somehow make him accepted just as a sissy but not a baby evaporated under Zoë’s taunting questions; Jane was no real support as she just smiled at him confidently with loving laughter in her eyes. He looked pleadingly at Grandma as though she might stop the torment but she just ignored him and laughed at Zoë’s questions.



Jane answered;

“Well, it is a proper baby dress, not a grown ups dress; as he is behaving just like a baby I thought I would make him look like one and that baby dress makes him look like a little baby don’t you think so Zoë? And it is much, much easier to change his nappies when we have to. Also,” she almost whispered “he likes it really” .And look he also has a dummy to suck.

“Why?”

Jane laughed; “Why Why, that’s all you say” “Uncle David has always wanted to dress like this haven’t you sweetie?” “But he never once told me, he kept as a nasty secret but when eventually I found out I said he could if that is what he wanted to do but only if he did it all the time. So that’s what we do now. You do not keep nasty secrets from your Mum and Dad do you Zoë?”

David was quietly going redder and redder with all these revelations in front of the two girls. He was also aware that the urge to wee was growing quite strong; his resolve to hold on till a quiet moment when he could stand and pretend he was at a urinal still remained with him. He could not just let go now in front of everybody. He concentrated for a moment and the urge faded a little.



Jane was seemingly prepared to mock him in front of anyone by revealing that it was he who wanted to wear baby clothes. She was so lovely and he adored her sexy looks but why did she tease him like this; it was unbearable. The change in his feelings for Jane as the outward relationship moved from wife to Mummy or discipline mistress had been so subtle that he had not properly realised it had happened. He now worshiped her far more than he had ever done as her “husband”. Now he looked at her with a longing pleading glance as if to beg her to stop, but Zoe was in full flow.


He felt awful having to talk like this in front of the girls and he noticed that Zoë even went quiet. He had got so used to having a dummy that at night and during the day he often sucked it absentmindedly, enjoying the comfort that a full mouth naturally gives. That was in private however. Mummy had often made a point of standing him in front of a mirror and teasing him about how ridiculous he looked with a dummy in his mouth, especially when he had to talk with it in. She had reminded him how infantile and babyish he looked and how a dummy shamed him more than even the nappies and baby dresses he had to wear. She liked to say that the dummy completely undermined his masculinity and was the facial symbol that reduced him to simpering babyhood. She taunted him by saying that his words and spoken thoughts and needs became worthless when they came from a mouth that was full of dummy and dribbled like a very small c***d.



Jessica, unusually for a girl had been slow to be potty trained and had been wet at night and needed nappies till well past the age of four. The troubles of being slow had left her sympathetic with any one who was a bit of a wetter. Sometimes in school, when one or other of the small boys would wet his pants and then be teased by the other c***dren Jessica was always kinder and more sympathetic than most, almost protective to the poor boy. She saw something of a kindred spirit in David with his bulging nappies and obvious unease at having his shameful little secret out in the open and sensed his wish to be in private away from this exposure to everyone. She felt a little protective of him and, well, although he did look so strange in that dress it was very pretty and somehow suited him.

She quietly smiled at him and told him he really looked pretty in a dress and he shouldn’t mind being in nappies just because he couldn’t help it. “Oh my God, just look at you” His sister in law Sheila had just walked into the hall!

She was totally different from Jane, clever yes, but much more down to earth, quite happy to be a Mum and look after c***dren and her very successful husband.

She had been surprised at Jane’s choice of husband and had rather suspected he might have a weak side to his character. Like the rest of the family she was confidant and good looking, but was more outspoken. She was a good sportswoman who had played tennis for her college and was now a near scratch golfer. She had had some doubts about letting the c***dren see David being treated as a baby but Simon had assured her it was a good experience for them, he had also rather mischievously reminded her how she used to complain that David ogled her legs and bum and suggested that she dress rather provocatively for the day. She had therefore dressed in a very short mini that she knew Simon liked as it showed off her firm legs to great advantage.

Now seeing David in the flesh for the first time in all of his baby clothes with his hair in bunches, heavily nappied and with the dummy in his mouth above a wet dribble bib standing helplessly in the hall, quite unable to do any ogling, she was quite stunned. Her daughters were obviously unworried by it all, so that reassured her, but the sight was so odd, so submissive that it positively invited her to tease and humiliate. She could not stop herself from flirting as she moved very close to him so he was almost overwhelmed by her presence as she started to examine David’s dress and nappies. She slowly ran her hands over the very babyish frilly pink satin panties then seeing his plastic pants pulled at the leg elastic probing into the nappy, her hands wandered over his frills as she examined his dress and petticoats closely and then she asked where Jane had bought such babyish clothes and especially the large plastic pants; all the while grinning at him with a mocking expression in her eyes.

Jane had another surprise for David who was desperately distracted by Sheila’s intimate approaches and familiarity. His feelings suddenly started to move from shame to a rising panic, a new sensation that he had not felt for years, not since the day when Jane had once very nearly caught him when she returned home unexpectedly. He remembered that feeling again now.

“Oh I did not buy the frilly knickers and waterproof baby pants Sheila, they were all in the huge collection of his baby things that I found he had hidden away, along with the petticoat he has on now and the socks and that bib. The rest I bought. We have a fairly large collection of baby clothes now; I think the nappy is one of his as well by the way. We always make sure he wears a disposable under the terry to give extra protection and to make him feel really safe and secure in his nappies, with that combination leaks are almost non existent; he also tells me it is more comfortable when you are wet to be in a disposable than in a terry. The big thing it is so much easier to handle nappy changes when he messes as he does every day; he had a good supply of them as well as he often dirtied himself when I was away. So you see I just dress him up and treat him in the way he wants”

“You mean you have to change messy nappies?” Sheila said staring at David. “That’s gross”

“Well you changed your k**s nappies I do not see the difference.



　


Sheila just shrugged at that response and then smiled at him and moved to wipe his wet chin with the dribble bib, as her hands came up her breasts brushed against him, she was so close.

She moved back. David felt no better; the panic attack was developing slowly. He hated the fact that he had to dirty himself everyday however when Jane changed him he also felt so well looked after, so safe, so helpless, so deliciously dependent on someone he loved.


Sheila was still standing so close to him as all these thoughts rushed through his head making him feel doubly awkward about his baby ways..

“Come let’s show you off to Simon, he has only seen the photos so far

Sheila marched him uncomprehendingly into the large spacious lounge followed by the others. Simon was drinking coffee and reading the Sunday paper and his body was stretched out a little on the sofa. He looked relaxed and totally at home in these elegant surroundings as he smiled a welcome to David and Jane and just said “Hi how are you two?”

Then he went on “Well well Jane told me you wanted to be a big baby, you certainly look the part.”



The voice, the assurance, the confidence the seeming normality of an impossible scene in an impossible place clouded round David’s head. He sensed a mist come down round him as he lost contact with reality. Without warning his dream of the previous night returned to him, he was in the golf club, he was wetting, Simon was staring at him; he felt the warmth spread up around and then down between his legs. u*********sly he had lost control. Unaware of his actions he bent his knees slightly and clutched the front of his plastic pants with both hands in a vain attempt to stem the flow and making it clear to all what was happening. Simon surprised at such an obvious display of baby behaviour and suspecting wrongly that David was doing it on purpose said, by coincidence, the same words as in the dream

“David you are wetting your pants!!! “

David’s panic attack peaked.

A noise not normally heard in that smart drawing room irrupted from his pants, always an embarrassing noise when made in the wrong place at the wrong time and in public. This was worse; it was a wet noise, a very obvious noise to everybody in the room. David was as startled as every one else. Even as the wet warm symbol of extreme embarrassment escaped from his bottom cheeks in a sudden rush he clutched his bottom in an instinctive attempt to stop what had already happened. Horror was all over his face, which drained of all colour in a second. His breath came in short gasps. The dummy dropped from his mouth as he panted, hanging loosely on a ribbon. The two sensations spread slowly down filling that so vital nappy till they met in that supremely sensitive place between the legs. His hands still clutching uselessly at the back of his plastic pants with his legs unnaturally far apart and his knees bent he became the very symbol of a small c***d filling a nappy.

The silence in the room was total, and seemingly endless.

David could only see a mist but was acutely conscious of what had happened, the panic faded as suddenly as it had come to be replaced by a sense of dread and complete helplessness.

It was Zoë,, who shouted out the obvious; “Uncle David has done a p*o p*o in his nappies Mum” “Shush, Zoë, he can’t help it, don’t tease him” cried Jessica.

All of a sudden there was movement around David. Jane suddenly realised that this had been a traumatic but true accident was worried for a moment that she had pushed things too far and immediately moved to console her humiliated helpless husband and reaching out for David in a compassionate gesture to embrace her baby girl husband.

Sheila and Simon held hands, but still were laughing at what had happened, not sure whether David had done all this on purpose. They were so sure of their own completely loving and normal healthy relationship that they both had a slight sexual lift at what was ultimately a piece of pure sexual domination theater.


Helen came quietly over to him. He felt her hands lift up the back of his petticoats and dress, the frilly pink panties, plastic pants and nappy went tight at the front, pressing the wetness against his shriveled member as she pulled out the nappy and pants at the back. She bent down, sniffed, “Oh yes we have a dirty nappy”

David was mortified. A nappy inspection by his mother in law in front of the family!!

Jane and Helen quietly lead him out of the room. . He could not imagine what Simon and Sheila must think.

They took him upstairs to the spare bedroom where Helen had set up a changing facility. She looked after David every Friday so Emma could have the day off in exchange for babysitting at night or working on the odd Saturday or Sunday when Jane wanted to be free to go out and enjoy herself without David being embarrassingly in tow. David, of course had been appalled at the idea of being looked after by what he had thought of as his snooty and haughty Mother in Law but the relationship had changed over time and he had had become a sissy plaything for her.

During his recent visits Grandma had become sufficiently relaxed to let David talk to her about more every day things; she always made him do it with a dummy in his mouth with wet dribble running onto his bib and with a little lisp but he was able to tell her how he felt about his new sissy life. Sitting with a pretty dress fluffed up by petticoats on a rug in her elegant lounge, often after lunch, when she was having a coffee, he would tell her of his growing acceptance of parts of his baby life but plead with her to ask Jane not to humiliate him in front of others or in public. He admitted he had been a poor lover to her daughter because of his submissive nature and secret longings to be a baby but also begged to be allowed potty privileges sometimes and to return to a normal life from time to time.




He was often allowed to wash her underwear by hand and go into her bedroom to tidy her drawers a task he absolutely loved. Her underwear was designed for the more mature woman and was less flimsy than the things his wife Jane wore but non the less was very sexy and silky. She had David Nieper panties and lovely collection of slightly larger bras and control garments, basques and panty girdles. David often spent over an hour putting things away lingering over every garment .

Only a few weeks ago he had been unable to stop himself from delving into his nappy and starting to play with his tiny Willie whilst fondling a pair of her soft white satin panties. He was so engrossed in what he was doing that he never heard her come in to the room. When she spoke he nearly died with shock but instead of being angry she just sat on the bed and said “go on but do not come”

Reddening with awkwardness he continued to play, his hand pumping slowly and rhythmically at the gorgeous sensation in a clean soft nappy. She smiled encouragingly leaning forward towards him. Her mature sexy body seemed to fill her clothes and bra making her very desirable. She sensed he was getting close so she quietly said

“Now stop, take your hand out but hold those panties close to your face little sissy baby. Before you finish you have to choose a present for me; something I would really like to have; something you could easily do for me, to please me.

Are you going to let me show you to my bridge partners who I can arrange to visit here next Friday to see my baby son in law? I am sure they would love to see you doing what you are doing now! We could do that first and get all that nasty goo out and then you could show them all your baby ways. A nappy change right on the lounge floor just after you have come would be a great ice breaker what do you think?




Or would you prefer me ask Jane and her boyfriend to come round here for lunch one Friday? It would be a real opportunity for you to thank him for being such a good lover to your wife and I am sure he would love to see you as a baby. I understand he has some difficulty comprehending what you look like all dressed up. We could even arrange for you to give him a little parade in your prettiest dresses! Afterwards I would put you in the high chair to have your lunch; that would really show him how you behave. You would also get to know who he is; maybe it is someone you know!! Don’t you want to know who is making Jane so happy in bed at night?

Lastly would you like me to arrange for a visit to your old office in a pushchair? Just think of all those girls you used to chat up, Penny your secretary, Melissa your assistant and of course the young people who work in the telesales department. They are all wondering where you have got to and the odd rumour is going round so you could explain it all to them. I reckon about a half day; Emma could bring you round when I am there for a board meeting in a new pink pushchair I am having made for you. We could leave you with each group for a while to chat about old times. She would have to change you at some stage and there is no changing room but I guess she could put a changing mat on the table in the conference room, you know the glass walled one on the second floor next to telesales.”
No No Grandma please no!!” He was shocked that lovely Grandma could even think such humiliating thoughts. He whipped his hand from his nappy in horror that he might have to make have to do something as shaming as that in exchange for a spurt.

She laughed.” Alright alright not just now but sometime you know you will don’t you?”

　

　

The trouble was he did. Deep down in his mind where he dare not dwell at all he knew that all those things could happen to him. He knew that they had not fully tested the lengths they would go to shame him and expose him to others. He knew that his own masochistic longings made all that quite possible. Partly because he was effectively trapped by Jane’s clever planning at the outset so that he no longer had credit cards, cash, any keys to the house or car and Jane had made great play of the fact that he no longer had any bank accounts. Above all was the fact that she had taken away all of his adult clothes so to walk out of the house unaccompanied was absolutely unthinkable. All these constraints made it easier for him mentally to acquiesce with whatever little humiliation came along. He was also totally unsure of his continence and guessed he would need a nappy whatever he did until he could retrain himself; this self doubt about wetting his pants in public sapped at any resolve that from time to time surfaced. The real truth, however, was that he went along with all this because of his deeply submissive nature which in the end undermined his will to resist or to find ways out of his predicament.

“Now then, just put your thumb into the panty gusset, you know what that is don’t you? “He nodded eagerly “yes it is the bit closest to your Grandma “she smiled at him. “Now put your thumb and the panty in your mouth and have a good wet suck. That’s nice isn’t it? “She laughed “Now let’s put the hem of the panties on your pinkie finger, that’s right you can feel Grandma’s panties on your face I bet that feels good to a sissy!” “You can come downstairs just like that and keep them there till after lunch.”

A little while later, after lunch he was sitting on the floor of that elegant lounge still with the panty gusset in his mouth and sucking hard as Grandma returned to the room and sat down with a coffee and he also noticed she had a small wrapped parcel that she put down on the table beside her.

“Still excited I see. Well I will let you have a little play in your nappy! I want to see if you can come by just moving your hips. So try!

Oh I see it seems to work”

He still was quite hard and just by moving forward and back as he sat on the floor he could create that magic sensation in his nappy. As she encouraged him the movements became more and more pronounced. Her taunts about