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Return To The Nursery by Baby Jennie (and Anonymous) This is based on a story called 'The Nursery' by an unknown author. I found it in the archives on Buffalo Betty's old site, untouched and abandoned since 2009, and decided to re-write in for my own perverted pleasure. I hope you enjoy reading it. Warning! This story contains scenes of female domination, forced infantilism, bondage and discipline, sadomasochism, public humiliation, sexual intercourse, homosexual and lesbian sex, transvestism, urolagnia, coprophagia, explicit descriptions of nappy contents, etc. Read on at your own peril! Baby Jennie Chapter 1. Mummy in Charge He was standing beside his brother-in-law Simon in the crowded main bar of the golf club, and he desperately needed to go to the men's room. Everybody around them was talking loudly and laughing, and his feet seemed frozen to the spot. He couldn't move! The need to pee became overwhelming and then all of a sudden, it happened! A warm wet sensation spread around his groin, and everybody in the room stopped talking and stared at his crotch. Cries of surprise, horror, then mocking laughter boomed all around him. He wanted to run, but he was trapped! Something was wrong! Why didn't he feel the wet warmth seeping down his legs? Why didn't his pants front go dark? The soothing heat spread upwards over his tummy and sideways around his hips instead, seeming to ignore gravity. Big strong Simon turned to him, leaned down and hissed in fury; "David! Are you wetting your pants?" David awoke with a start, heart pounding, sweat beading his chest and face. He opened his eyes at last. A quick glance around revealed the familiar pink cot bars surrounding him, and the faintest glow of early morning sunlight through the Nursery curtains. Relief flooded through him. It was only a nightmare - the same frightening dream - a visit to his past life. Shifting slowly in his cot, the nightmare faded. He felt the clammy warmth of his nappy clinging to his bottom and genitals like a warm loving hand. It was alright - he'd just wet his nappy in his sleep again. He was safe in his crib, the golf club a distant memory, never to be visited again. 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 these days - 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 for him to ever walk through the clubhouse doors again, even if he somehow managed to resume his former life of a man and husband. He wondered if Jane's new boyfriend was a member of their club? Did they discuss him and his baby status with others in public? He didn't know. His hands drifted down under the bedcovers to caress his padded crotch. The slick front of his plastic panties felt so lovely and warm! He wriggled in the comforting embrace of his double-thickness, hourglass- shaped, contoured terry nappy, secured in place with four huge nappy pins. Inside that was an Abriform maxi adult disposable diaper, which only occasionally leaked into the outer terry. David tentatively probed the fitted sheet under his bum with searching fingers and thankfully found it dry. He was safe. The wonderful warm feeling around his groin slowly cooled and gradually receded. He wondered if Mummy would come for him soon, and sucked harder on his dum-dums, attached to the lace-edged collar of his shortie nightie with a cute plastic clip. Sucking on his dummy gave him a secure feeling, as did cuddling the fluffy pink rabbit tucked under his arm. David felt slightly better when he recalled that Jane hadn't slept with the new man in her life last night. He hadn't had to lie there listening in an agony of frustration, hurt and pain, to their torrid lovemaking in the bedroom next door. Whenever her lover visited, Jane's orgasmic cries seemed to go on for ever, building to crescendo after noisy crescendo, before subsiding to a happy contented murmur - only to start again a little later, with renewed intensity. He used to lose count of the times this performance was repeated each night, and he wished that he could have made Jane enjoy sex like that. If David had been prepared to acknowledge the truth, he would have realised he had only heard her cry out in orgasm with him when she made him go down on her. But she seemed to have had no trouble climaxing ever since he began spending every night in his cot. In his former life as her husband, David's attempts in the marital bed had been shallow, quick and mostly unsatisfying for Jane. At first she had been the perfect wife for a sissy like him. Not too demanding - Jane only ever felt really randy a couple of times per month. Then she practically insisted he perform his husbandly duties. But after the first few months of their marriage, he was spending more time on the internet and satisfying his urges through masturbation. Unless Jane initiated sex, he was quite happy to satisfy his own cravings by himself - as long as he could do it in a diaper, in secret. In the months before he had accepted the inevitable and allowed himself to gradually slip into the permanent role of her baby girl, Jane had often teased him about his inadequacy in bed, his lack of staying power and unfulfilling size. This only made matters worse, until he was incapable of achieving a satisfactory erection when required - or worse, he spurted uselessly in her hand when she was trying to mount him. 'It's not my fault,' he thought ruefully. Jane loved having her breasts sucked as a form of foreplay. She had magnificent D-cup breasts, full and ripe and round, and despite the fact that she'd never had a baby, her russet nipples were the size of thimbles when erect. The dark pink areoles were almost as big as her palm. From the first time they went to bed together, she told him that she needed to have her breasts stimulated to get her in the mood. Jane loved having her nipples sucked hard, and she especially enjoyed it when he simultaneously pumped and gently pummelled her heavy cushiony titties with his fingers, like a hungry kitten trying to force more milk out of it's mother teats. For an infantilist like David, this was manna from heaven! He thought Jane's magnificent breasts were one of her best features, and when she allowed it, he adored worshipping them with his lips and tongue. When he wrapped his lips around one of her huge succulent nipples and sucked for all he was worth, he imagined he was her tiny baby girl and she was actually nursing him at her breast. It made him so excited! Some nights he could have sworn he could actually taste milk coming out of her teats, but he assumed it was merely his imagination. The trouble was - he would get so aroused fantasising about being her baby girl while she let him nurse, when Jane rolled him over to mount him, he would often explode in her hand before she could even guide him inside her steamy wet opening. He caressed his stiffening clittie through the warm wet layers of his infantile swaddling, thinking about feeding from Mummy's wonderful breasts. He sucked harder on his dummy teat, imagining it was one of Mummy's delicious nipples, and then he started to doze off. When he stirred again, he could hear Mummy moving around in the bedroom next door. A little later his bedroom door opened and he sensed her stride in. Jane went to the windows and threw back the curtains, flooding the Nursery with bright sunlight. Her thick honey-blonde locks cascaded loosely over her shoulders like a bolt of gleaming silk, falling halfway down her shoulder blades. The morning light shone right through her sheer pink negligee and matching shortie nightgown, revealing every luscious curve of her voluptuous figure. Jane's legs were long and shapely, the muscles in her calves accentuated by the fluffy pink mules on her feet. They had four-inch transparent Perspex heels, transparent vamps, and a slight platform sole that was almost invisible, making it look like she was barefoot and dancing around on the tips of her pretty painted toes. Jane wore high heels almost all the time around him now, as if to emphasise the height difference between her and her diminutive husband. Jane's full-lipped smile and her cheerful, "Good morning, baby girl! How's my darling baby?" made him glow with pleasure and love for this beautiful woman - once his wife, now his wonderful Mummy. He sat up and noticed the 20 oz. plastic baby bottle of warm milk in her hand. He was thirsty, and he spat out his dum-dums and eagerly accepted the clear silicon teat when she steered it between his puckered lips. She held his bottle for the first minute, tilting the base up high and smiling as she watched her baby obediently suckle. She searched his face to see if the slurping baby noticed anything different about the taste, but he didn't react any differently. "Hold your own bottle for Mummy, baby," Jane finally crooned, her wide blue eyes gleaming with mischief. His morning bottle contained a small dose of fast-acting laxative, guaranteed to work within two hours. She had masked the taste with a healthy dollop of sweetened condensed milk. "That's it," she crooned in encouragement. "Good girl!" He took the huge plastic bottle in both hands and lay back to contentedly suck on the adult-sized teat. The milk was warm, not hot, and tasted oddly sweet this morning. He was thirsty and he eagerly gulped down the contents of the oversized baby bottle. Jane lowered the barred side rail of his cot and started to busy herself round the Nursery, getting ready for his first nappy change of the day. A warm clean terry nappy neatly arranged fresh from the airing cupboard, another maxi Abriform from the large stack under the changing table, and some transparent pink plastic panties. The Pampers wipes, powder and nappy rash cream stood ready at hand on the narrow shelf above, alongside a jar of soap for his nappy pins. Jane slipped out for a moment and returned clutching something behind her back, hiding it from him. "I have a special treat for you today, Princess," she cooed; "I know you're just going to love it!" She stepped round the side of the cot into the light and held up what she'd been concealing. "This came in the mail for you a couple of weeks ago, baby." It was a sweet little satin baby dress he had purchased online months ago, but never had the opportunity to wear. It was one of 'Unikarens' fantastic adult-baby designs. It was mostly pink and white, with white lace trim, and with a lovely dancing teddy bear and maypole motif. It was obviously short and very high-waisted, the multiple flounces flowing lavishly out from bust level. Soft sewn-in chiffon petticoats beneath flared it out even further, the shimmering lace-trimmed edges poking out from underneath. David had ordered the new baby frock just before all this started. He'd forgotten he'd even ordered it - till now. It cost a lot of money and took ages to arrive by mail, but it was worth it. It was gorgeous! And it was made especially for him! He knew he would look so small and feminine and babyish in it. He writhed in excitement in his cot, his little pee- pee leaping smartly to attention inside his deliciously warm wet nappy. "Oh Mummy! Fank you!" he cried in his sweetest high-pitched baby voice. "It's woverwy!" She beamed at his infantile display of girlish excitement and hung the lace-lavished frock on the wardrobe door where he could see it. She stepped to the cot side and lent over him and gave him a little kiss on the forehead. He smelt the lingering perfume on her neck and her loose silken locks brushed his face like a lover's caress. "I love the label! 'Karen's Designs for Special Sissy Babies.' You're my special sissy baby! Aren't you?" "Yeth Mummy," he wetly burbled. Jane commented as she drew back the bedclothes, "I know my baby wants to try on her new frock. Do you want to wear it today?" She warmly nuzzled his neck, her full red lips brushing lightly against his skin and making the goosebumps rise. "Oh yeth! Pwetty pweathe, Mummy?" he mumbled sloppily, still sucking on his bottle. He felt her fingers brush across the front of his baby panties, gently pressing the warm wet wadding against his groin. He instinctively arched up so he could enjoy the slightest sensation of her hand on his little member. She could feel he was hard and fully aroused beneath the clinging wet nappies and her smile was intentionally condescending. "Ooo! So wet! And I see Mummy's little baby girl is all excited this morning!" She pinched the tight elastic waistband of his plastic panties and yanked it up towards his chin, so the snug baby panties tightened around his crotch and pressed his wet nappy harder against his little erection. "You must be thrilled at the thought of wearing your new frock! Is that it?" "Ooo! Oh yeth Mummy! Yeth!" Hardly believing it was happening, he writhed in excitement and urgently thrust his hips up and down against the warm sodden front of his diaper, and then again and again as the exquisite sensations grew more intense. How long had it been since she'd played with him like this? It seemed like ages since she'd done anything so overtly sexual with him. "Tell Mummy about your new dress, Daphne," she softly commanded, pulling his panties up higher and then relaxing her grip slightly, then pulling them higher again. He groaned at the sweet erotic caresses. "Tell me how much you want to wear it." Jane smiled lovingly down at him and as ever, his own sense of surrender to this gorgeous women whom he loved so much, overcame all common sense. He plucked the dripping silicon teat from his mouth to squeal, "I wove it, Mummy! I weally want to wear it! Pweathe wet me wear it today?" He ignored the droplets of warm milk spraying his cheek and begged her like a pleading toddler. "Pweathe Mummy? It'th tho pwetty! Pwetty pweathe, Mummy?" As he plunged the spurting teat back in his mouth and resumed suckling, he distantly recognised the warning signs deep in the back of his mind. He knew deep down that Jane was probably plotting some new humiliation for him, some shameful public exposure which would leave him shaking and embarrassed yet again. But the vision of that lovely dress and above all, the firm pressure of the tight plastic panties over his wet nappy caused him such excitement, he cast caution to the winds. In a few minutes it was all over; the delirious pleasure peaking for about thirty body- shaking seconds. Then he collapsed back in his cot to catch his breath, after an all-too-brief moment of ecstasy. He was barely aware he was sucking air from the empty bottle through the collapsing teat. Jane smiled tenderly down at him, but there was mocking laughter in her wide blue eyes. His doubts about her plans for him that he had momentarily disregarded, rushed to the forefront of his guilt-ridden mind. He always felt like this after climaxing in his nappy. The shame of behaving like a sissy baby was always heightened, the embarrassment felt more acutely. In the past he would always tear off his nappy and baby clothes immediately after reaching orgasm, vowing to himself that he would never do it again. Even if he felt that way now, there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. He had no way of changing clothes. He owned no adult clothing. He had no money, no credit cards, no bank account - in fact, no way of escape he could think of. As his disturbing dream and his subsequent wet nappy had confirmed last night, he almost certainly couldn't be trusted to stay dry through the night these days. And though he didn't want to admit it, he suspected he needed his nappies during the day, as well. He let the empty bottle fall to one side and without realising it, his fingers instinctively scrabbled for the pacifier clipped to his nightie collar. As soon as it was in his grip, his hand moved to his face and he pushed the amber rubber teat between his lips with a tiny sigh of contentment. What was more distressing; he knew he must continue to behave like a silly toddler girl at all times, speaking in a high-pitched little-girl voice and lisping his words, sucking endlessly on his dummy-teat, dribbling constantly and walking in that jerky wobbly gait of very small children. It didn't matter if they were outside the house; the same rules applied - even to the extent of being forced to use his dummy in public from time to time. If he sulked or protested that he didn't want to, Mummy had a simple rule. 'Behave like an adult - be punished like an adult!' That meant a hard bottom-spanking that really hurt, and the painful reminder lingered for ages - usually for several days, sometimes coupled with some cunningly-designed outrageous public exposure which left him trembling afterwards with embarrassment and humiliation. So any pleasure that might have once existed in acting like a sissy baby girl evaporated in the clinging wetness of his cooling nappy, but he smiled as sweetly as he could at his tall domineering wife when she towered over him. With his dummy still in his mouth, he summoned up the mental effort to play his required infantile role. Despite his reluctance he squeaked, "Pweathe can I wear that pwetty dweth today? Pweathe Mummy?" She continued to smile enigmatically at him and acted like she hadn't noticed he'd just climaxed in his nappy. She simply ordered him to crawl out of his crib and climb up on the change table so she could start his normal morning routine. The wet cloth nappy and the soaked Abriform were swiftly removed and dumped in their respective buckets. With an encouraging swat on his bare damp botty, she ordered him to scoot into the bathroom and do his teeth and quickly shower. As he turned on the shower taps, he gazed longingly the toilet - which he was never allowed to use. Ever. A quick glance in the mirror assured him he didn't need to shave his face. He never did anymore. Then he stepped into the hot shower to enjoy the temporary illusion of freedom. He realised this was just about the only grown-up thing he was allowed to do these days - but even then the bathroom door had to remain wide open. He was allowed no privacy, and his principal task in the shower apart from washing himself, was to make sure that his body was completely hairless with his ladies' razor . Most of this had been already achieved after a dozen or so lengthy and expensive sessions of laser electrolysis at the local beauty parlour. But each morning he had to present himself to either his Nanny or Mummy completely devoid of hair - except on top of his head - where by contrast his thick blonde locks had grown to almost shoulder-length, ready to be styled in a variety of feminine ways. As he carefully attended to a few stray hairs around his groin with his pink razor, he reflected on how far he had regressed in the past three months. Once he had been a responsible adult with a house, a career, (albeit not as successful as he liked to brag about in the golf club bar,) and a wife who was the envy of his friends because of her good looks, great figure, family money, and a leading position in the software firm where they both worked. Jane was one of those very modern women who quietly excelled at most aspects of life. Her marriage to David three years ago had caused some derisive commentary in her circle of friends, as most assumed she could have done much better. Quite a few of her women friends had told her so - a fact she now recognised. Indeed she was well on the way to resolving that issue, but in a most unusual way. He watched Jane stride into the steamy bathroom with a large fluffy towel and she sang, "Out you hop, baby." She wrapped it around him as he stepped from the shower. She started to dry him in readiness for his day as the little toddler girl he was rapidly becoming, not only in looks and clothing, but in thought and behaviour. In the months since she had drawn that first pair of pink plastic panties up over his terrycloth nappy, he had been taken on a journey of self-discovery which had amazed him! For nearly all of his post-pubescent life, David had fantasised about being a sissy baby girl. He had always acted out his effeminate childish fantasies in secret, and for the most part felt deeply ashamed of his submissive infantile leanings. Even now he still didn't 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 previous three years. His inadequate size obviously frustrated Jane, and his recurring problems with premature ejaculation had been a regular bone of contention between them. During the last twelve months they had led an almost celibate relationship - until about four months ago. Suddenly Jane had adopted a much more domineering tone in the bedroom. After another of his unfortunate "premmies," as she disparagingly called them, she demanded that he orally attend to her raging sexual needs. David had given her the impression that he didn't like performing cunnilingus - that he thought it distasteful. When they started sharing a bed together and she asked him to go down on her, he usually demurred - hoping she would insist. He had fantasised about the beautiful blonde Valkyrie taking charge and dominating him in bed, making him serve her with his lips and tongue. This time his unspoken fantasy came true. Jane gave him no choice. She forcibly rolled him onto his back, straddled his face, and thrust her steamy opening over his writhing lips. "Lick me!" she roughly commanded. She twined her fingers in his fine blonde hair and pulled his face harder against her pulsating groin. "Lick my pussy!" With no choice he poked out his tongue and began lapping at her warm wet opening, and he heard her sigh in pleasure. Her painful grip on his hair relaxed slightly, encouraging him to obey with more enthusiasm. "That's better," Jane grunted, settling her weight more comfortably on his face. "Now put your tongue inside me. More! All the way! Mmm! Good. Poke in and out. Slowly, baby. Nice and slow. Mmm! Oh yes, like that! Mmm! I like that! Now lick my clit some more. Harder! Faster! Oh! Ooo! That's right! Like that! Mmm! Ohh!" He had never worked so hard with his mouth and tongue and she reached orgasm after orgasm. After several noisy multiple climaxes, she finally seemed satisfied. She slid her plump round bottom back down his body so she was sitting on his chest, her weight almost crushing the air out of his lungs. When she finally caught her breath, she rolled off his torso and lay down with her back to him. He whimpered in disappointment. The way she had dominated him had excited him so much, he was fully erect again. She quietly ordered him, "Go to sleep." She ignored his throbbing member, which spent the night totally unsatisfied. His reflections were interrupted by Mummy firmly guiding him into the Nursery and onto the soft padded changing table. The vinyl covering was pastel-pink with a pattern of Barbie's smiling face endlessly repeated. He obediently lay back on the cool top and raised his legs, and a healthy dollop of Johnson's nappy rash cream was spread around his botty crack, all around his winking opening - inside and out - and then into the creases at the tops of his thighs. Jane topped that off with a liberal coating of baby powder all over and gently rubbed it in, smiling to herself as he grew harder in her hands. How he loved that familiar lightly-perfumed scent! A fresh Abriform maxi, "designed for maximum protection for heavy wetters," she had once informed him, was pulled up between his legs and the tapes securely fastened. A contoured terry nappy went on next, fastened with four three-inch pink-capped stainless-steel nappy pins - two at the waist and two pinning the leg openings tightly closed. This ensured he was always forced to walk bow-legged, like a heavily diapered toddler. The nappy was followed by some sturdy Babykins plastic panties with size thirty-inch waist, with an extra-wide gusset specifically designed to fit over the thickest adult nappies. A light white petticoat - only two delicate layers of gossamer chiffon - some lace-topped white anklet socks, and a short flounced pink gingham cotton frock completed his ensemble. "I'll put you in your special party frock after breakfast, baby. I don't want you to make a mess of your gorgeous satin frock while you're eating your brekkie," Mummy explained. Once buckled in his pink-painted steel highchair in the kitchen, she lowered the attached white plastic tray, clipped a bib around his neck and began spoon-feeding him. He dutifully let some of the warm porridge she fed him spill from his lips and slowly slobber down his chin, till the excess gruel dripped onto the plastic-backed pink terry bib. Occasionally Jane would lovingly croon, "Aww! Who's my messy baby girl? Hmm? You are!" She would then scrape off some of the stuff from his grubby chin or his bib, and feed it to him again. As he had cum only half an hour earlier, he really didn't want her to persist with the whole stupid baby charade. Every fibre of his being wanted to snatch the spoon from her fingers and eat his own porridge like a sensible adult. But that was unthinkable! The subsequent retribution on his bottom wasn't to be contemplated. Desperate with shame, he clutched the sides of the highchair tray to keep his twitching hands occupied, and he tried to behave like the good little baby girl he was being trained to emulate. Of course he was never allowed to eat properly. He always had to make some sort of a mess - even when they were out in public. Last time in the mall after they had finished the grocery shopping - which of course included lots of baby items for him - Mummy had taken him to the food court and made him sit down at one of the tiny tables. Jane stood over him and clipped a plain pink bib around his neck, and then spoon-fed him a couple of mashed bananas with honey, much to his squirming embarrassment. He tried to avoid the contemptuous eyes of the dozens of middle-aged women watching him from the surrounding tables. At least he had been wearing his bibbed shortie overalls rather than a dress, and they were canary-yellow, not his pink ones. And even though they had four bright chromed snap fasteners up the inside seam and under his crotch - meaning his shortalls could be opened from the bottom without him having to undress - which subsequently made for easier diaper changes - he felt pretty sure no one could see the tell-tale shiny snaps between his thighs. The fact that anyone who looked closely enough would see his plastic panties and bulging nappies poking out from under the bright yellow shortalls - both very short and wide-legged - was starting to bother him less and less. He'd come to realise that most people wandered about blissfully unaware of their surroundings, and they rarely noticed his obviously juvenile attire. Those who did appear to notice looked merely puzzled rather than anything else. Occasionally he spotted someone who had clearly recognised what they were seeing. The clever observer would give him or Jane or his Nanny a conspiratorial smile and a wink. Sometimes they grinned and shook their heads in disbelief, or even gave him a little condescending wave - but to date, no one had made an audible comment. He always felt at risk, exposed and vulnerable when diapered out in public. As a result, he usually clung closely to Mummy or Nanny, clutching their hands whenever he could. The trouble was; often it was the sight of a cringing little fellow holding hands with his taller companion which gave the game away - more than the bulging nappy contained inside the rustling thick plastic panties, which occasionally drooped out the leg holes of his too-short juvenile shortalls. As he listlessly chewed and swallowed his porridge, he admired his Mummy when she leant closer to him to feed him. Even without the benefit of make-up, she was stunningly good-looking. He knew she had done some modelling when she was at University. His eyes unconsciously drifted down to the exposed swell of her bulging breasts. Jane never wore a bra to bed and her unfettered fleshy mounds swayed and jiggled seductively, inches from his nose. The shifting shadows of her succulent russet nipples beneath the almost sheer fabric made his tired little peenie stir into new life inside the comforting embrace of his thick fluffy nappy. Her buxom figure looked better now than it had ever been! In fact Jane - effectively liberated from a failing marriage which had long been going downhill - had recently discovered a new well of self- confidence. She visited the gym twice a week now, shedding those few extra pounds that can make such a difference to a big-busted, wide-hipped woman. Since taking control, she'd been making her sissy husband nurse regularly from her breasts. During the first few months, she breastfed him almost every night they were alone in the house. When she became too aroused to stand it any longer, she would order him to lie on his back while she mounted his face, making him satisfy her with his lips and tongue. Feeling the heavy weight of her breasts shift and sway as she spoon-fed her oversized infant, Jane thought, "I swear my breasts have gotten bigger since I've been making my baby nurse from me regularly!' When she checked in the mirror after her shower yesterday, they seemed fuller and rounder than ever, despite her losing several kilos elsewhere. Jane had turned and examined her reflection in profile, pulling her shoulders back and proudly sticking out her chest, muttering, "Damn! My tits look fabulous! No wonder my baby loves them so much." In the past few weeks she seemed to have rediscovered the joys of gentle flirting, and she enjoyed seeing men turn their heads to follow her when she walked past. She had spent a small fortune on a new wardrobe which altered her buxom figure from merely good-looking to simply stunning! Jane knew the effect her pretty face and voluptuous curves had on men these days, and even now she was pleasantly conscious of David's longing eyes on her heavy swaying breasts, her stiffening thimble-sized caps clearly visible through the semi-sheer pink nylon nightie. The feeling was even better because she knew with utter certainty that her submissive sissy was unable to do anything other than look and long for the impossible - until Mummy decided it was time for baby to suckle. She grinned to herself as she scraped the last mouthful of porridge out of the bowl, fed it to him, and then she scrubbed his messy face with a relatively clean corner of his badly stained bib. "Come on sweetie," she crooned, "let's go upstairs to my bedroom and get you into your new dress, and sort out your hair. Mummy needs time to shower and make herself look pretty, too, you know?" She unclipped his filthy bib and tossed it aside on the kitchen bench. Jane then unlocked the hinged plastic tray from the highchair's left arm and raised it to the other side. She unfastened the pink nylon webbing waist belt and pulled it back through the matching crotch strap, and tossed it out of her way towards the back of the highchair. With an encouraging smile and a; "Down we hop!" Jane helped him clumsily clamber down and led him waddling to the foot of the stairs. She released his hand and deliberately ascended the staircase a few paces ahead of him, so that her naughty baby could peek up her shortie nightie and admire the sumptuous curves of her matching pink panty-clad bottom. David gazed lustfully at shimmering nylon material stretched tautly across her big round buttocks, as her magnificent arse cheeks hypnotically switched from side to side with each long-legged step. She glanced back over her shoulder once and smirked at his hungry expression as she led him up to her bedroom. Of course it had once been their bedroom, but now he was forbidden to enter this room without her express permission. If the door was closed, he had to knock and wait for her invitation. If open, he had to call out to his Mummy to ask her for permission to enter. David realised this rule was just one more weapon in her arsenal designed to make him feel more inadequate and uncertain. It certainly worked! He paused at the threshold and she stopped a few paces inside the room - looking back at him expectantly, waiting and making no move to invite him in. "Mummy, pweathe may I come into your bedwoom?" he politely requested in his best little-girl voice. "Yes baby! Good girl!" Jane praised him. "You are a good little girl for remembering to ask Mummy for permission. Mummy wants to keep her bedroom a private place, as little girls might see things they don't understand in a grown-up's bedroom." 'How true,' he thought ruefully as he waddled into her bedroom. Some stranger was enjoying fabulous sex with his wife in what used to be the master suite. Moreover it was always within his earshot, and he was helpless to do anything about it. Some 'master' he had turned out to be! The 'Mistress suite' was more like it! The room had undergone significant changes in the past few weeks and become much more feminine. All signs of his former occupancy had been completely obliterated. He knew all his male clothes had been removed from the closets and drawers and given away to charity shops. He stood still while Mummy removed his gingham frock, tossing it aside on the bed. "Sit down here for Mummy, baby girl." Jane seated him in front of her vanity mirror and started brushing out his shoulder-length, platinum- blonde hair. He was taken every week these days, either by his Nanny or Mummy, to a local ladies' hairdressing salon for styling. The same salon where they did his laser electrolysis. His lengthening hair was trimmed and brushed into an appropriate little-girl style, giving him a bouncy fringe, centre parting, and two high bunches either side of his head. Mummy quickly brushed his fine blonde hair up to form the bunches, and fastened them in place with bright pink elastic hairbands and clips. She tied a length of pink satin ribbon around the hairbands, making huge floppy bows with long dangling tails. An Alice band in glittering pink plastic finished off his ultra-feminine hairstyle. She then brought in that dress and he almost swooned! It looked even better than this morning, and Jane carefully slipped the shimmering satin creation over his bowed head, fed his raised arms into the short puffy sleeves, and pulled it down over his trembling body. She made him stand still while she busily patted and straightened the many ruffled pleats, pulled up the zip in the rear, and buttoned the back of the neck. She popped a lace-edged pink and white satin dribble bib round his neck with the words 'Sweetie Pie' embroidered on it. It went perfectly with his new frock. She reached into a pocket and produced a new adult-sized dummy. "Look baby!" Jane sang, "I found this new dummy with little pink hearts on it. It's really cute! Now here is a pink satin ribbon for it, and in the pocket of your dress is a special little loop to fix the dummy ribbon to, so you can keep it in that pocket. Let Mummy fix that for you. This is a gorgeous dress, and I don't want to pin your dummy to it and spoil the fabric. You can keep your dummy in this pocket here, and in the other you can keep this pretty lace hankie. See? Now that really is clever, isn't it poppet? I want you to show people the special little pocket where you keep your dum-dums today. You will remember to do that for Mummy, won't you?" "Yeth Mummy." He sighed to himself when he realised she intended taking him out somewhere. Mummy and Nanny loved to dream up new ways of shaming him. They would expect him to run up to their friends and proudly show them where he kept his humiliating girly dummy. The tiny cup-shaped breast pockets were rather cute too, with narrow lace edging, and the Nuk No. 4 dummy bounced against his tummy at the end of the satin ribbon. He tucked his dum-dums in the appropriate pocket with a sigh of resignation. Jane returned to fluffing out the dress over his petties, beaming in delight at the effect. A pastel-pink, wide satin sash, bust-high, went round the back and fastened in a large floppy bow behind him. The shimmering frock was fully lined and luxurious to touch, and he knew the heavy material was expensive. Above all, it fitted him perfectly - except, and he knew it was intentional - it was too short. It didn't cover the crotch of his nappies and plastic panties at all. Jane made him stand in front of the mirror to view his reflection. An overgrown baby girl stared back at him, her shiny plastic panties poking out below the cloud of frothy petticoats. Her little legs looked so slender and feminine without any trace of hair. The face, despite the huge dummy bobbing in his mouth, was barely recognizable as male. Everything else looked soft, pretty, and childishly feminine. He became conscious of Mummy standing close behind him, and in her high- heeled mules, her chin was higher than the top of his head. He felt so tiny and baby-like next to Mummy these days. She grinned and held up a pair of gleaming pink shoes. "I nearly forgot!" Jane cried. "I bought these for you online a few weeks ago. Let's see if they fit you okay." They were shiny baby-pink, patent-leather, single-strap Maryjanes, with wafer-thin soles and no heel. In spite of himself, he felt a thrill of excitement. The shoes were so pretty, so juvenile, and so feminine! 'Oh my God!' he thought, as his little member stirred to life inside his nappy, 'this is the very end! What has become of me?' The shiny flat- heeled shoes were soon buckled on his little feet and fitted him perfectly! He loved them! He was led back to stand in front of the vanity mirror. He looked at the diapered little girl staring wide-eyed back at him. She looked so pretty! Despite his overwhelming feeling of shame, he felt his little member stiffening in what he abruptly realised was a warm damp nappy. He had no recollection of wetting, which worried him. Was he now dependent on nappies night and day? Of course he was! David's emotions were all over the place. Here in Mummy's bedroom he felt safe and loved and excited to be her pretty sissy baby, and he was starting to become aroused all over again. But he knew that soon his Mummy would be taking him out God-knows-where dressed like this, and he would be made to feel so ashamed and awkward. Jane instructed him to sit on the end of her bed facing her vanity mirror, and wait for her while she got ready. In a flash she stripped off her pink negligee and her sheer nylon nightie, leaving her in just her matching bikini panties, granting him a rare glimpse of her almost-nude body. Her breasts were magnificent, swaying heavily without the support of her bra, and her russet nipples were already poking out in excitement. Jane barely glanced at him, laughing inwardly at her aroused but completely helpless baby husband sitting on her bed in his new sissy finery, gazing at her beautiful bare breasts with longing puppy-dog eyes. She turned her back on him in disdain and lowered and discarded her pink panties before she stepped into the en-suite bathroom to take a quick shower. David's daintily-plucked eyebrows climbed his forehead at the thrilling sight of his wife's perfect round buttocks. He knew she'd lost weight, but her waistline was so tiny it shocked him. It made her bum look much bigger by comparison, and he watched those curvaceous globes wobbling seductively until she danced out of view. His eyes drifted to the pots of make-up and bottles of perfume on the vanity top standing against the wall opposite - and the bizarre sight confronting him in the tall mirror above. He could see a pretty little girl sitting on Mummy's bed, sucking her dum-dums, waiting for her Mummy to get ready. He was that little girl! His little pee-pee stood up strongly now, pushing with all its four-inch (well nearly four inches!) might against the clinging damp front of his nappy. The dummy teat was a comforting and reassuring presence in his mouth and he didn't realise he was suckling lustily until he noticed the white plastic ring busily bobbing up and down in the mirror. . The slight stream of drool trickling down his chin was a constant presence, and he was barely aware he was doing it - until he saw his reflection. He tried to ignore the embarrassing sight and concentrated on how prettily the little girl in the mirror was dressed. He cupped one hand over the front of his plastic panties and rubbed the warm patch against his stiffie. With the other he reached under his frothy petties and he pulled his plastic panties up higher, until he could feel some resistance in his crotch. He slowly rocked his hips backwards and forwards, thrusting his little hard-on into the warm wet folds as he caressed himself through his baby panties. Lovely babyish thoughts and delightful sensations rushed through his mind. His wonderful sexy wife - whose body he could now only ogle on rare occasions like this morning - had become a distant memory as far as real sex was concerned. Mummy was only interested in his mouth - either wrapped around one of her succulent nipples, or buried in her moist groin. In his present state of super- enhanced babyishness, he could almost cope with the idea of his wife enjoying intercourse with another man. He heard her turn off the shower in the bathroom, and for a second he hoped she might emerge naked. But he suspected Jane was never going to let him see her like that again, and he sighed in resignation as he stopped playing with himself and rearranged his petties to hopefully hide what he'd been doing. He wasn't allowed to play with his clittie without asking Mummy first for permission. Jane stepped out of the en suite with a large pink bath towel wrapped around her damp body, concealing her voluptuous curves from his hungry gaze. Moving over to her chest of drawers, she pulled out some filmy black lingerie, holding them up for his approval. "I bought these a few days ago, baby darling. Do you like them?" Of course David nodded and he felt a fresh stream of drool ooze down his chin. "They're French, Chantilly lace. They were really expensive, and feel divine on! Now cover your widdle eyes for Mummy. No peeking! Or there will be trouble!" Two minutes later Jane cried, "Okay, you can look now. What do you think, Daphne?" Jane was wearing a black satin and lace Basque, like a long-line bra, with matching satin bikini panties. When she stood on tip-toes and whirled around in front of the mirror, he drooled even more when he noticed the seat of the full-cut black panties was completely transparent, all the way down to the shiny gusset nestled between her meaty upper thighs. The bra was almost like a corset, and the low-cut cups pushed her magnificent mammaries up and together like wobbling pink jellies on a tray. She sat on the vanity stool to slip on some sheer black silk stockings, and then she fastened a lacy black garter belt around her tiny waist. He watched her clip the stocking tops to the garter, twisting and turning and arching her back in her contortions. She looked like a magnificent sex-goddess! He swallowed hard. He hadn't seen her dressed like this since the first day he had become her baby. His rigid member throbbed with urgent desire inside his humid swaddling, and he couldn't help touching the front of his crinkly baby panties and surreptitiously pressing his nappy against his pounding clittie. She was smiling, almost laughing at him as she watched him furtively caress the front of his nappy, trying to conceal what he was doing. Jane sashayed over beside her sissy baby, pushed him gently backwards onto her bed, and loomed over his supine form. She leaned forward so he could see her wonderful meaty breasts surging forward inside the sexiest lace- cupped bra he could imagine, threatening to spill onto his face. Like cream on a cake, her beautiful round panty-clad bottom was visible in the mirror behind her, as well as his little sissy self. She pressed her cupped palm against the outside of his plastic panties, right over his stiff little clittie, and he increased the pressure with an urgent up-and-down thrusting of his hips. Her intoxicating scent was all around him and Jane whispered throatily in his ear, "Oh my! My little baby girl is all excited at seeing Mummy like this! Isn't she? What a precious little baby girl you are! What a sweet baby Princess!" She rubbed up and down, harder and harder, faster and faster. It was over in seconds! David panted noisily as he jerked and twitched in the aftershocks, struggling to catch his breath, trying to comprehend how he had cum so quickly. The intense pleasure had been so brief, so momentary - and already his little member was shrivelling like a confused worm inside his sodden wet nappy. Shame and frustration that he had let himself down in front of Mummy when she was being so good to him, caused tears to well in his eyes. "Aww! Bubba! What's wrong, darling?" Jane crooned like a concerned parent. "Did my little girl get too excited? Did Baby Daphne make sissy squirties in her nap-naps?" Inwardly she was ecstatic! Her plan was working! He had already cum twice this morning, and she knew David would be desperate to escape playing the baby role. As soon as he had climaxed, she knew he would give anything to return to being a grown-up; to act adult and 'normal.' But of course, that wasn't to be permitted. No way, Jose! Moreover, the day's outing Jane had planned for him would humiliate him more than ever, with extra twists and turns designed to shame him and shame him yet again. Instinctively she started to play the humiliation game with him. She used her most patronising saccharine toddler tone to croon, "Oh sweetie baby! Don't cry! Aww diddums! It's alright! That's why you are in nappies, Daphne! Remember? I know you can't help yourself. Babies can't. Can they? Aww! It's okay, baby girl! You can do your little spurties in your nappies whenever you need to, honey-bunny! Mummy doesn't mind. Not really. It is not like when you used to try acting a big man and doing it with me. Then you always had your little 'premmies' in Mummy's hand. Didn't you, diddums? Then Mummy got awfully cross with you, didn't she? But that's alright, baby. Mummy has a real man for that now. Doesn't she? You're just my sweet little sissy baby who needs her nappies to keep her safe and sound, and catch all those nasty little wetties and messes she can't control." She gave his warm damp crotch a final dismissive pat and stepped back, grinning in triumph.