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DearMike S., Tammyjean, Jeannie, Candi and Katie, thank you for those lovely comments. I really appreciate knowing what you think. Hugs from Baby Jennie Chapter 9. Meeting Uncle Jake While Daphne finished changing Nancy's nappy, Zoe ran off to play with her scooter on the patio. Jessica concentrated for a moment on undressing her dolly, and golden silence reigned supreme for a few minutes. David became aware of the need he'd felt earlier, more pressing now. He pushed a bit and he 'popped-off,' the embarrassing noise mostly muffled by his thick nappies. He glanced at Jessica, but she didn't seem to notice. He hoped releasing some wind might help reduce the feeling of fullness. No luck though. If anything, the urge to defecate returned moments later, even stronger. 'Oh no!' David thought with a shudder of fear, 'not now! I must, must hold on. I can't dirty myself again not here at Nanna's! Not in front of everyone! They'll think I'm doing it on purpose. I must hold on! I can - I know I can. I'm an adult, not a baby,' he tried to convince himself. 'If I was at work, at a meeting, or out shopping somewhere, it would be second nature to hold on. I can do it.' The pressure built. His nappy felt so warm and secure down there between his legs, offering comfort and genuine protection. The comforts of infancy - long forgotten but now refreshed by months of endless un-potty- training - had renewed his reliance on being diapered. 'What else is it there for?' he asked himself. 'Why am I wearing a nappy? Use it - now! I'm quite safe, no one is looking.' He could clearly visualise the heavy- duty Abriform between his legs, taped snugly around his bits and pieces. As further protection, the contoured terry nappy was tightly pinned over the top, pinching his waist, with two more pink-headed nappy pins at the top of his thighs, bunching the terry layers between his legs and forcing them apart. Over that was the pair of transparent pink plastic panties from Babykins, large enough to accommodate the bulk and reaching well above his waist. They came with an extra-wide gusset and wide elastic bands around the leg openings and waist, gathering everything in tightly, all so safely. The magical combination always made him feel so secure. It was a return to those far-off halcyon days of toddler-hood. Three layers of defence, three layers of protection. In desperation Daphne thought, 'Surely a small push couldn't hurt? Just enough to ease the pressure a little. Nobody would notice.' Unconsciously David spread his knees wider on the rug, his body arched forward slightly, almost ready to give in. He paused, thinking, 'But what if someone notices? The yucky smell will surely give me away. Simon and Sheila are here; I simply must not dirty my nappy again, not with them around. I cannot soil myself in front of my brother-in-law twice in one day! What would Jessica and Zoe say, if I messed my nappy again?' In his little head he had already justified his first accident this morning. It was a genuine accident. He couldn't help it. He couldn't stop it. Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead and above his top lip as he concentrated on holding back. David became lost in his own world of silent struggle, and he didn't see Jessica glance at him from her position on the rug, looking quizzically at the kneeling diapered sissy with the worried red face. The pressure relentlessly built. The vision of that lovely absorbent disposable, safe and snug between his legs, coupled with the feel of the thick terry, almost caused him to just relax and let go. Zoe called to Jessica for assistance, distracting him for a moment. His attention wandered from his pressing need as he watched the cute little blonde girl trot away to help Zoe manage the scooter. David again bent forward and let his knees slide further apart. No harm in pushing a little, surely? Maybe it's just wind, or 'gas,' as his American friends would say. But he was no longer part of the jet set, no Americanisms to joke about with colleagues while drinking fine wine in New York's fashionable nightspots. Indeed no more business trips to New York. 'Little sissies who wet the bed and need nappies night and day, and have Mummies who keep them in baby frocks, don't get to travel business-class on British Airways,' he mused ruefully. Kneeling alone on the rug in the back yard, David recalled how Jane had spanked him in front of Nanna this morning. She'd punished him and humiliated him in front of Simon and Sheila and everybody! A flash of temper ran through him at the indelible painful memory. He knew what to do. He would get even! 'I'll give Mummy a really horrible messy nappy to change!' he thought with a vindictive smirk. 'That'll show her who's the boss!' Brilliant! In reality it was so silly, but David had already been put through hoop after emotional hoop that day. Logical thought had been crushed out of existence. He poked out his big padded bum a bit further and filled his lungs, then held his breath and pushed gently. It was hardly a push, more a letting go, a slight relaxation. 'A little tiny push,' he thought, 'not too much. That should be fine.' But his control had become so weak. When the slippery movement started, slowly at first, not seeming much, he relaxed even more. Then it started to ooze out in a rush! He tried to stop it, concentrating for a moment on clenching his anal sphincter. His willpower or control had evaporated long ago and he knew resistance was useless. He felt his wet nappy tighten and press closer round his member as the inner diaper tented and bulged at the back from the firm solid log. Hard at first, then becoming softer. Initially it was just one long semi-soft turd lying snugly between his cheeks. But the mush kept coming out, spreading in all directions, warm and soft, sinking down to that sensitive spot between his legs. Instinctively his hands clutched at his sagging behind, feeling his poo-poo parcel, confirming that despite the thick nappies, his plastic panties bulged heavily to accommodate the sizeable load. He was panting with effort, lost in his own little world, oblivious to the fact that Jessica had returned to the rug and was staring at Daphne's tell-tale posture and bulging bottom. In that moment David felt he was clear, done and finished. He thought, 'Maybe I could get away with it? Maybe it isn't too much; it might not smell too bad?' He sighed, gathering his thoughts, and took another deep breath. The need for a second push is instinctive - a natural, undeniable urge. So it was this time for Baby Daphne. Within thirty seconds he had surrendered all control to this new, more-insistent pressure. He squatted lower, dropping onto all fours as he pushed hard, grunting quietly and making it obvious to Jessica what he was doing. She stood there unmoving, staring in silent fascination at Baby Daphne on her hands and knees, rocking and grunting and pushing! The second surge was wet and warm; softly spreading around his bottom and filling that sensitive hollow between his cheeks, then seeping down further. After the initial relief came fear, as he belatedly realised; 'Oh-oh! That was a big one! A really big poo-poo!' He reached back with one hand and could feel what seemed to be a massive bulge with his searching fingers. His spread fingers played over the protruding seat of his plastic panties, checking down there. The tautly-stretched rear felt slippery and puffy, safe and secure, but swelling outwards. It's a bit like having a gap in your mouth after you break a tooth. Your senses tell you it's bigger than it really is. So David could only imagine the size of the enormous mound around his bottom and between his legs. It must be so visible, so obvious, his bottom bulge - a bold statement, as though he was intent on shouting to the world; 'Look at me, everybody! I'm a dirty, poopy big baby! I've got no control! I've messed myself!' He tried to remember the sense of getting even with Jane, but instead he felt nothing but shame. He had deliberately soiled himself, right there in Helen's garden. The whole family were visiting Nanna, the children were there; worst of all; Simon was there. Everybody would know. Under the silly make-up his face flushed bright red as he remembered his sneering brother-in-law. His nappy needed to be changed again, and what a fuss everyone would make about that! Messing himself was an undeniable declaration of his acceptance of his baby status. Indeed Jessica had already been rehearsing the obvious question in her mind. She softly inquired, "Baby Daphne? Have you done another poo-poo? Have you got a dirty nappy?" The question reminded David of the first - or was it the second time - he had soiled his nappy for Mummy, all those months ago. It must have been the second time. He'd learned not to complain by then. Jane had come to him cooing, "What's wrong, baby? Why the sad face? Sniff-sniff! Ohh! Oh- oh! Little Daphne has done a poo-poo, has she? A little poopie in her nappy?" Jane sniggered at his embarrassed expression and in mocking sing-song tones cooed, "Oh dear me, what a pooey baby you are! Or should I say, Baby Daphne has a dirty nappy - or would you prefer me to call it a messy nappy? I expect you would rather Mummy said, 'baby has done number two's.' Wouldn't you, sweetie? Or would 'an accident' sound better to you?" She pursed her perfect red lips and shook her head. "That sounds much more grown-up though, doesn't it? Not nearly so babyish as messy or dirty. But you had a big poopy accident in your nappy, didn't you?" He nodded, his face crimson, cringing in shame. "Maybe we should refer to that nasty smell instead?" Her brittle laughter was laced with scorn. In her most saccharine baby voice Jane demanded, "Have you done a stinky-poo nappy, then, Baby Daphne? Are you a little stinky-pants baby girl? Are you Mummy's whiffy little stinker? I know, I've got a better one! Has my precious baby got a stinky-winky poo-poo parcel in her nappy for Mummy then? Well baby? What shall it be? What would you like Mummy to say, darling?" David had simply shrivelled under this merciless verbal shaming and refused to respond. Jane was so good at dragging him down, making him realise the enormity of the changes to his life, and the way normal people must now regard him. When he was with a Dom, he could savour the masochistic humiliation provided by the unique sensation of a warm squishy mess down there between his legs. He sometimes lay there masturbating in his own mess for a whole hour, describing shameful erotic scenarios he didn't dare try, usually till he exploded uncontrollably in his poopy wet nappy. He would then be cleaned up, shower and change, and leave the sneering Dom's dungeon as fast as he could. The sense of humiliation after he had climaxed in a dirty wet nappy was almost unbearable. As the paying customer, he ultimately had control. But now he had no say in what happened next. Being changed by a variety of scornful women in different locations had rammed home how ashamed he should feel for soiling his nappy. 'Why on earth was I so stupid to mess myself again here at Nanna's house?' David mentally berated himself. 'Surely I could've hung on for a bit longer? Have I lost all control?' When David didn't respond, Jessica repeated the question much more loudly. "Baby Daphne! Did you do poo-poos in your nappy, baby? Tell me." With tears of shame welling in his eyes, he knelt up and begged the curious five-year-old; "Pweathe Jethica? Don't tell on me?" The snivelling sissy wailed, "I can't help it! Oh pweathe? The gwown-upth will all teathe me tho, if they find out that I have annuvver methy nappy." He collapsed on all fours on the rug and implored her, "Let'th jutht pway wiv our dollieth?" What he hoped to achieve by delaying the inevitable was known only to the good Lord. Jessica gazed down at the kneeling big baby uncertainly, reluctant to be involved in any deception. But she made no move to go and tell the grown- ups. They continued playing with their dollies, David hoping Jessica wouldn't say anything - but acutely conscious of the nasty mess sticking to everything down there. Zoe came trotting back, tired of playing by herself on the scooter. She toddled right up beside David to see what he was doing with his dolly. She plonked down beside the kneeling big baby and her nose twitched. "Eww! Baby Daphne? Have you done poo-poo?" Zoe demanded, before sniffing the air around his bottom. "Sniff-sniff! Ooo yuck! You have! You did a poo-poo! I can smell it! You big baby!" She jumped up and started running towards the house before David could utter a word. The three-year-old shouted in a voice loud enough for the neighbours to hear, "Nannaaa! Aunty Ja-anne! Baby Daphne's done another poo-poo! She's got a dirty nappy!" Jessica looked at David and shrugged her shoulders in that Gallic way when the inevitable has already occurred. There was no escape. David felt crushed in spirit yet again. How could so many terrible things happen to him all on the same day? The mess, still warm, started to stink slightly. The familiar stench of his own waste was so shameful. He reached behind him with one hand and tentatively fingered the heavy bulge down there. So soft, so squishy, so warm! He wondered who might come out to change him? He hoped it would be Mummy. As Jane had changed his poopy nappies so many times already, it felt less awkward with her than anyone else. He saw Helen striding out following Zoe, skipping happily ahead, obviously enjoying the situation. She was squealing at the top of her lungs like any excited three-year-old. "Nanna, Daphne did a big poo-poo in her nappy! She really is a big baby! That's twice today! I'm a big girl and I use the potty now. Don't I, Nanna? I'm a big girl! Aren't I, Nanna?" Zoe sounded so self-important and confident. She danced over to where David was kneeling on the rug. He was in shock from the sudden turn of events, not to mention Zoe shouting the news of what he'd done to the whole neighbourhood. "Settle down, Zoe. Shh! Quieten down." In a firmer voice Helen commanded, "Stand up, Baby Daphne. Let Nanna check your nappy." For the second time that day Nanna subjected him to a public nappy inspection. With a sigh he assumed the required position to have the seat of his nappy checked for poo-poos. Feet splayed wide, crouching slightly with hands on knees, back arched, poking his stinky bottom out for easy inspection. Helen cooed, "Did Baby Daphne do poo-poos in her nap-naps?" She didn't expect a response. She simply lifted the back of his dress and petties with one hand, before pulling out the back of his plastic panties and the terry nappy with the other. He remained as ever, submissively silent, forbidden to admit the truth, waiting patiently to be checked like a true infant. Despite the obvious poopy stench, Nanna appeared to see nothing at first, and so she tried again, this time pulling back the waistband of his disposable as well. The front of his nappies, drenched from his endless dribbles, pressed warmly against his tired clittie. "Oh dear!" Helen clucked her tongue in remonstration. "Pooh! We have made a big mess down there! Haven't we, little girl? Dear oh dear! Well never mind, Baby Daphne. I know you can't help it. What a big baby you are! Fancy messing yourself twice today, with everyone visiting, the family and the children. What on earth will Uncle Simon think of you?" Helen knew how to twist the knife! "Pooh, baby! You stink! We'll have to get you changed right away. Come inside the house with Nanna and we'll take you up to the Nursery and get you sorted out." David felt so infantile and helpless, the smelly evidence of his baby status nestled warmly between his cheeks. Soiling his nappies was a far more powerful confirmation of what he had become than all his toddler frocks, dummies, petticoats and bibs put together. Those were external; the mess in his nappy was his fault - his alone. As far as he knew, he had done it unaided, unasked, unforced. He had publicly demonstrated his total lack of self-control. He had shown he was prepared to be treated like this. He couldn't protest; he had to go along with Helen's directions. Oh how he wished he'd hung on! He shuffled after Nanna in an even more barrel-legged waddle than usual, trying to stop the horrible mess squishing around too much down there - which only exaggerated his baby-like gait. The short flounced baby frock, an inch above the bouncing petties, swayed and bobbed merrily with his jerky motion. The pink plastic panties, almost fully exposed under that too-short dress, were stretched tight over his packed nappy. They bulged in the rear to accommodate the extra load, gleaming brightly in the afternoon sunshine. His short legs, always slender and pale and now completely hairless, appeared somehow softer and more feminine where they disappeared into his pretty white socks. The gleaming pink Maryjanes were in stark contrast to the green grass; the sunlight glittered on his pink Alice band, making it sparkle and highlighting his platinum locks, pulled back tightly by matching pink elastic bands into two sweet bunches, the ribbon ties flip-flopping gaily around the back of his neck. His only comfort was the ever-present dummy teat he wetly sucked, shiny streamers of drool glistening on his chin and trailing down onto his bib. After using the big baby soother almost constantly for months, he was practically oblivious to the effect the dummy had on his features, already extra childish with the pussycat make-up. He looked totally ridiculous. He could sense rather than see the family gathered in the conservatory overlooking the garden, partly concealed by the shadows of the shaded room. Nanna hammered home his sense of lonely desperation as she dragged him towards the house. "The grown-ups were watching you playing with your cousins in the back yard, Daphne," Helen cheerfully informed him. "We all saw what you were doing." That wasn't strictly true. Helen had been chatting away to the others and out of the corner of her eye, she noticed David's anguished face and his tell-tale squatting posture. She didn't think anyone else had actually noticed, until Zoe came running in to the conservatory shouting the news. Helen could see the disgusted toddler's callous observations hadn't lessened David's anxiety. The thought that Sheila and Simon might have been watching him fill his nappy, clearly horrified him! The shuffle to the conservatory took forever, or so it seemed to David. He stole a glance at the waiting group inside from a under a bowed head. Was that another adult standing there with Mummy? No, it couldn't be! Surely not? Nanna would never invite an outsider to a family gathering like this, not with him in his nappies and baby clothes. It would be too intrusive! His babying was a private affair, surely? They wouldn't bring an outsider here to witness his shameful treatment by the entire family! Helen would never tolerate that! Or would she? But yes, there was someone else there. David realised there was a tall male figure standing next to his Mummy, very close to her indeed. Did he have an arm round her waist? Who was it? He thought he recognised the self-assured stance. David shuddered in fear, thinking, 'No, not him! It can't be him! Not here, not now - not in front of everybody! Not when I've just soiled my nappy like a helpless infant! Please no?' The soft sticky mess shifted moistly between his thighs, an unmissable reminder of his infantile behaviour. Helen dragged him into the room and Jake moved towards the embarrassed big baby, chuckling nastily. "Hello David." Jake had been expected at the house and arrived mid-afternoon while David was playing with the other girls in the garden. Helen knew Jake well as an employee and a rising star of the sales team at their firm. She greeted him warmly, then introduced him to the others. Simon grinned as he greeted a fellow golf club member. "Hi buddy, how are you doing? You have a great girl in Jane, and I think our David - or should I say, Daphne - out there in the garden, is in for a shock when he sees you! Wait'll you see him! He really looks like a little girl! He is quite something, let me tell you! You know all about him, of course?" Jake grinned and nodded, and Simon glanced at the television. "By the way, Jones is about to win the Grand Prix; one lap to go." He kept half an eye on the TV and muttered, "We've had quite an amazing show from Baby Daphne today. What do say, Sheila?" Jake's dark brown eyes swept over her lush body as Shelia cackled in agreement. "It's so bizarre! I can't believe anyone would let themselves be treated the way he is! Baby dresses and nappies, for Christ's sake! And all this baby girl stuff! He really plays the part well though, toddling around and lisping when he talks, and sucking a dummy all the time. My kids were never allowed a dummy past the age of two, and here we have a grown man who can't bear to be parted from his - or so it seems. When he came in to apologize to Simon after Jane spanked him - yes, that's right! Spanked him! He wasn't wearing any pants or a nappy. I have never seen such a tiny penis!" When she brought her giggles under control Sheila added, "But you know; I think actually he likes it, in some strange way. He certainly seems to enjoy playing with our girls, Jessica in particular. Zoe is so bossy with him, I think he's actually a little frightened of her! Can you believe it?" Jane snuggled up to Jake, rubbing her palms over his broad manly chest. At six-two, he towered over her despite her massive high heels. "Come and look into the garden from the conservatory," she urged her lover. "Daphne's outside playing with Sheila's girls. You can see her from there." Helen went to the kitchen to make a drink for Jake, while Sheila and Jane escorted him out to the sunroom - where they could stand unobserved and watch David at play. Baby Daphne was facing away from them, tucking Nancy in her little doll's pram, causing her to bend low - and display a flurry of frothy white petticoats and her bulging pink plastic panties. "Wow, that is some baby outfit! Look at that petticoat display! Oh, and those nappies and plastic panties, and pink Maryjane shoes as well!" Jake gasped in disbelief. "Wow! What a complete pansy! You showed me the pictures, Jane, but I can hardly believe my eyes! Where on earth did you get that stuff to fit him? The last time he and I were together, he was my boss. We worked together in an office, gave presentations to clients, and went on business trips together. This is all so weird! What on earth is he going to do when he knows I'm here? What will he say?" "What do think his reaction will be to learning you're my lover, Jake?" Jane coyly asked, discretely rubbing the front of his trousers, feeling his long thick cock harden at her touch. Sheila turned her head aside and acted like she didn't notice, trying to hide her smile. "I don't know," Jake replied. "Are you sure it will be okay? He won't get mad and fight back, or anything?"" "What? Fight back? Her? No way!" Jane nodded towards the sissy baby kneeling on the rug outside. "Not dressed like that she won't! My sissy baby will treat you with respect, call you Sir - or 'Thir'." She giggled. "Don't forget; he used to regularly masturbate while reading reams of cuckold stories, so he must like the idea. Mind you; a story is one thing. Reality is another. Anyhow, he's heard us making love many times already." "Heard you, more like!" Jake grinned disarmingly and waggled his bushy eyebrows for Sheila's benefit. Jane saw Sheila grinning at them and primly retorted, "I shall ignore that!? She snickered and added, "Who do you reckon he thinks is snoring in his old bed! My Baby Daphne had better give you a proper curtsey when she meets you, by the way. Also, you know she must only speak when spoken to. Despite all this, I expect she will try to pretend - in that silly way of hers - that it is normal somehow for a grown man to be running around in a pretty toddler frock and nappies. But when she tries to make excuses, she always ends up looking even more foolish! She tried it with Simon this morning, and ended up copping a sound spanking across my knee." Helen walked in carrying fresh drinks, and as they sat down she steered the conversation away from the bizarre spectacle in the garden. "I hear you and Jane met up in Milan, Jake? Is that where she talked you into coming back to work for me?" Jake smiled at the gorgeous blonde sitting beside him. He described how he bumped into Jane at an industry convention, a few weeks after hearing that David had unexpectedly left their firm. He was unaware that she'd deliberately sought him out. Jake was naturally curious about the reason for the sudden departure of his old boss. Moreover there seemed to be nothing on the grapevine about where David was presently working. Jane had in turn asked about Jake's new job, and she tried not to look too pleased when he complained about his new team. He obviously wasn't happy working for the new company, although they did pay more. Jake didn't mention to Helen that Jane abruptly became more vivacious than usual, and they flirted with each other for half an hour, but she gave absolutely nothing away about her current relationship. Eventually Jake grew bold enough to put a direct question to the beautiful executive. "Are you and David still together?" Hanging the question in the air, hoping for the right response. Jane nodded and smiled tightly, but he sensed there was something she wasn't saying. "Are you going to Milan?" He was referring to the big trade convention the following week. "Might be," Jane replied, suddenly all coy and girly. "Are you?" "Yes, for sure! I really hope to see you there." Again the hint was thrown down. Jane pursed her luscious red lips, smiled winningly and said, "I guess it is an important affair. And I would like to talk to you about something." She nodded to herself, as if making up her mind. "I'll be there. Where are you staying? The Ritz Carlton, as usual? We could have dinner - or something else, perhaps?" She half whispered the last sentence, her dewy sapphire eyes full of promise. As Jake swallowed and nodded, he thought he'd never experienced such an easy and obvious offer - and from his ex- boss's wife, as well! Jake met Jane in the lobby on the first day. He sidled up beside her and asked, "Dinner tonight?" "Of course! Why do you think I came to Milan and put up with that wretched airport nonsense?" They went to the opening ceremony, listened to dull speeches, then escaped to the bar. As soon as she had him alone, Jane asked, "Would you like to come back and work for our company?" She watched his dark brown eyes harden. "Not if your husband is coming back! I'll never work under that dickhead again!" Jake swore. Jane smiled and shook her head. "I'm offering you David's old job - head of sales - at his starting salary. You'll have one year to prove your true worth." Jake knew David had been earning twice what he did. "I'll take it!" He placed his drink on the small table and instead of shaking her hand to seal the deal, he impulsively kissed her. When the statuesque blonde backed away after a moment and pressed her fingers to her lips, he grinned and apologised. "Oops! Sorry! I don't want to harass a work colleague. Do I?" "Well... Not here where anyone can see, anyway," Jane demurred, but her sapphire eyes glowed with desire. They eventually managed to slip away separately and discretely from colleagues, clients and hangers-on, who seemed intent on drinking the night away. Glancing around like nervous teenagers, they disappeared into his suite. He had taken care to book one of the best rooms in the hotel. How he intended to swing it on his expenses, he wasn't quite sure. But then he remembered - he would be resigning as soon as he returned home, ready to return to Jane's company. To his surprise - and delight - Jane wasn't the slightest bit shy. She unzipped the rear of her grey silk sheath dress and it slid down her voluptuous body with a sibilant whisper of promise. He gasped at her fantastic figure, her shapely curves enhanced by exquisite lingerie. The shiny gunmetal-grey bra flecked with expensive black lace pushed up her massive breasts in blatant invitation and her matching high-cut satin panties pouched her prominent vulva so snugly, a little curl of brunette hair had escaped, like a tiny inverted question mark on her milk-white thigh. She lay languorously across the extra large bed with the tip of her index finger in her mouth, noisily sucking her painted red nail like a horny teenage slut on a first date. She rubbed her calves together and her whispering black silk stockings glinted in the dim light of the bedside lamp, accentuated by the menacing black stilettos she had rather kinkily left on. She looked like a gorgeous sex goddess out of some porno film, and he tried not to leer at the fabulous sight. He kicked off his shoes and removed his shirt, his bulging pecs hard and stomach flat from regular workouts at the gym. Gently at first, Jake used his experienced hands to arouse and stimulate her beautiful body. He whispered compliments about her silky-soft skin in her ear as he nibbled the fleshy lobe, all the while stroking her heavy meaty breasts. He unfastened her bra one-handed and peeled away the lace-trimmed undergarment , freeing those massive mounds to bounce and jiggle against his hands. Her thimble-sized nipples grew stiffly erect under his teasing fingers until she gasped in pleasure/pain. Jane considered asking him to suck on her breasts, but she was already so aroused! Plus, she preferred her baby girl to nurse on her titties these days. Baby Daphne was so good at that! Jake kissed her, deeply, wetly, passionately, as his fingers trailed down her fluttering stomach to the top of her panties. Slowly sliding down, down, down - until they reached the damp gusset, making maddening little circles over her parting labia and stiffening love-button. Jane was soon moaning in desire and trying to release his hard member from the confines of his trousers. Eventually in light-hearted frustration, she commanded, "Oh Jake! Pull it out! Put it in me now!" When Jake's expression hardened and he withdrew slightly, Jane instantly changed tack, begging him like a little girl. "Please? I need it. Please Jake, pretty please?" She pouted at him coquettishly with a pleading smile as she stretched out on her back. "Tell me what you want," he commanded. "I want you! I want your cock!" As soon as she moaned the rude word, he grinned and unzipped his trousers and loosened his belt. Realising dirty talk turned him on, Jane whispered, "I need your cock! Please show it to me? Ohh! What a beautiful, big hard cock! Oh please, put it in me? Shove that big hard cock inside me?" She threw her arms over her head and spread her bent knees wide, showing him her most secret of places. Jake tore off her tiny panties and fell on her like a man possessed. Jane was so wet and open, he slid all the way to the hilt inside her with his first savage thrust. She responded by climaxing on the spot, clutching her lover's hard muscular body like a castaway clinging to a lifeboat in a hurricane. After twenty minutes and three climactic orgasms - for Jane - Jake - still ramrod hard - slowly withdrew. "Do we need a little rest?" she breathlessly queried, a teasing smile on her glowing damp face. "Well, let's say its half-time," he joshed, struggling to control his breathing - and his pounding heart. "Oh no! We're playing American football tonight. That was the only first quarter," was her witty response. Jane reached down and clutched the hard throbbing length of him, guiding the spongy purple head towards her welcoming receptacle. "But at half time, we might order some champagne to celebrate. What do you think, Jake? Will it be six-nil, or six-one?" She laughed at his forbidding expression. "But we don't want to exhaust our friend down here too soon, do we? I assume he is a good striker and can score more than one goal in a game? Jake might have noticed she was mixing soccer and American football terms but he was more fascinated by her hunger. While she apparently seemed willing to let him be the dominant male and take the lead, he somehow sensed she was subtly in control. Jane knew what she wanted and intended getting it. He was always conscious of who she was and her position in the firm, he realised he had to put on a good performance. Something - he didn't know quite what - was at stake. This was definitely no 'wham-bam thank you ma'am,' one-night stand. She had insisted on Beluga Caviar to go with the Dom Perignon 1998 at half-time. Jake's current boss certainly wouldn't sign off on that - 'Not unless I scored some huge orders at the conference,' he thought. Then he grinned. 'Who cares. I'll give them two weeks notice as soon as I get back.' As they sipped the ice cold champagne Jane started to tell him about David. She complained that her husband had been hopeless in bed, but they had recently started a new lifestyle which suited him - and her - much better. "No, he doesn't know I'm here with you, Jake - but that doesn't really matter. I will probably tell him in due course. We have an arrangement now. I still love Daph- David - in a way - and I don't want my marriage to break down." Jane glanced hungrily at his thick semi-stiff member and licked her lips. "But I need this," she admitted, "and I've needed it for some time." She put down her empty flute and she leant down and started to caress him into action again. "I think the whistle has gone to start the second half," she purred throatily as his swelling member grew to full size in her fist. So long, and so thick! It was so hard and so hot! Like a bar of molten steel! She released him and stretched out on the bed again, dressed only in her lace-top silk stockings and her grey suspender belt, teasing him. "Of course it's only the start of the season, and we don't want to get relegated. Do we?" Jake had been exhausted by the end of the night. He had climaxed inside her twice, about his limit for one evening. He lost count of her orgasms. Jane was insatiable, but so desirable! The next day he was disappointed to find the magnificent beauty had disappeared, flying home early. The text message he received read enigmatically; "Sorry. Had to race home to look after my baby. The Nanny said she was missing me terribly. Hope to have a rematch v soon." What on earth did that mean? Had she and David recently adopted a child? Jake quit his job and two weeks later, came to work for Helen's company again. That was the start of his and Jane's affair. The first month, Jane met him discreetly a few times at some London hotels, normally in the afternoon so she could race home afterwards and relieve Emma. That was where she told Jake intriguing snippets about David's new life. Then after a few more weeks of afternoon dalliances, she invited him to spend the night with her at her home. He had the bizarre experience of making her cum and cum again in the family bed - while apparently David was lying in the adjacent bedroom the whole time! Jake, who normally moved on to a new conquest after a month or two, was intrigued by her endless stream of revelations about David's bizarre fetishes. There was always the promise of something new, something exciting around the corner with Jane. She was a beautiful smart woman with a fantastic body, and her lovemaking was enthusiastic - as good as Jake had enjoyed for ages. But the perverse arrangement involving David - until now unseen, but always there in the background - gave them both a huge erotic kick. As Jane slowly let Jake get closer and closer to meeting Baby Daphne, each lovemaking session brought some new exciting twist. Eventually he found himself invited here to Helen's, ready to meet David in the flesh dressed as a baby girl, to witness the strangest events of his life. David stared resentfully at the tall imposing man. Why did it have to be him? Jake had worked for David until - well, shortly before he had become a full-time baby. Jake was everything David wasn't - tall, handsome, successful, masculine, good at his job - indeed so good that he had quit out of sheer frustration, caused by working for such an incompetent boss. He had shone where David had failed, or that's how it felt to David, who had become progressively worried that Jake would be promoted over him. On a social level, handsome Jake was a well-known flirt, a regular seducer of attractive women. The further his reputation spread in the milieu in which they both worked and played, the more the women seemed to flock to him and compete for his favours. His success at work with the customers, coupled with the large orders that seemed to effortlessly come his way, earned him a level of respect and popularity David could never hope to attain. Moreover he started to let David know indirectly that he had no respect for him, as a manager or even as a man. He succeeded in making David feel more and more inadequate. David had been privately relieved when Jake announced he was leaving, but then he realised his colleagues might be disgruntled over losing such a great salesman and a popular member of their team. They started to despise him for failing to keep Jake in the firm. He felt like his very job was on the line, despite the fact that he had married the founder's daughter. The final insult to David came when, as soon as Jake was hired by a rival firm in a very senior position, he cheekily pinched David's old secretary Marilyn to go work for him. Now David had to face up to the reality that Jake was Jane's lover - clearly a very satisfactory lover; standing there in front of him supremely confident as usual. He obviously relished being invited into the family mansion; being fully accepted into the house of a powerful businesswoman like Helen. David, once a big shot businessman himself (or so he liked to think), and Jake's former boss, cowered there dressed in baby girl clothes, being treated as an inconsequential child - and for good measure, his dirty nappy badly needed changing! Jane squeezed Jake's hand, unaware she was holding her breath as she watched for David's reaction. This had been a long planned coup, and it was progressing even better than Jane had imagined. Sheila's unexpected offer to do his face with childish make-up - and the unexpected added humiliation of another dirty nappy - had placed David in the worst possible position to meet the real man who was cuckolding him. Jane ached with hunger for Jake, and she could hardly wait to get him home. She longed to feel his thick hard cock inside her again, she burned to have those strong hands explore every inch of her body, stroking and stimulating her in places she didn't know could be so erotic. She wanted to be filled with him down there, her slick wet muscles gripping his pulsating manhood as it pounded in and out of her slippery kitten, the spongy head riding blissfully over her super-sensitive G-spot, her breasts swollen with lust and her nipples hard as buttons as his tongue filled her mouth. She would scream out as she climaxed time and time again, knowing that her sissified husband lay awake in helpless frustration in his cot in the next room, listening to her cries of pleasure. All this would be made infinitely worse for him by the realization that it was his ex-junior at work reaping such wonderful rewards in their former marital bed. Tonight she planned to leave the bedroom doors wide open, so David would be able to hear, tantalizingly, nearly everything - but not quite everything, as Jake undressed her and slowly, oh so slowly, made beautiful foreplay - before she started to let the world hear what a great man with a huge cock and the stamina of a racehorse could do for her. The thought of her husband subjected to such extreme humiliation in the very next room, locked in his baby's cot, would make the night one of unparalleled pleasure. She and Helen had formulated a plan to fit the chastity device on Daphne today. Jane sensed her infantile husband was almost ready to sacrifice his pathetic erections in his submissive desire to have her control his baby pleasure. Tonight she wanted him lying in his crib in a complete agony of frustration, while she enjoyed herself over and over again. She knew from previous encounters that Daphne usually played with her clittie while Jake made love to her. They could always hear him via the baby monitor she bought before she let Jake come to visit. Jane didn't want her lover to know there were several cameras permanently mounted in her bedroom and Daphne's Nursery. Once she discovered how much she enjoyed 'reviewing' her sexual activities, she had decided to record everything - without letting the participants know. The baby monitor was made from colourful plastic and sat on top of Daphne's dresser next to the cot, and the receiver was on Jane's bedside table. They could clearly hear the rustling and wriggling sounds coming from the Nursery, building in a steady rhythm on the noisy plastic mattress cover as he pumped his tiny member into his sodden nappy. They could hear his high-pitched squeaks of excitement and the occasional wordless baby babble muffled by his dum-dums. While he was pumping inside her, Jake used to make her giggle with his breathless caustic comments about David's masturbation habits and his sexual inadequacy. David could only stand there struck dumb with shock in front of Mummy and Jake, silent, unable to speak, barely able to comprehend this new shame in front of everyone. Of course it was Zoe as ever whose loud voice cut through to his consciousness, adding, if that were possible, to his agony. "Baby Daphne's done a poo-poo in her nappy and she needs changing, Aunty Jane." "Alright, darling. Thank you Zoe." David suddenly realised he was still sucking his dummy in front of Jake. He snatched it from his mouth in a whirl of confusion, only have it fly from his hand and dangle from the ribbon in front of him; a visible reminder of his infantile sucking habit. Thoughts whirled round his head in a mad jumble. Words left him, his vision locked onto Jake's big masculine hand curled around Jane's hip. He stared at the two of them, not really seeing, not comprehending what was happening or what he should be doing. "Good heavens! Where are your manners, Daphne?" When Jane quietly rebuked him, it didn't register. He knew had to do something, but what? Even the slightly more threatening, "Come on, Daphne! Don't be naughty!" hovered threateningly around him, producing no response and making him seem disobedient. Helen, sensing his shock, came to Daphne's rescue "Come on, you silly girl! Remember your manners? You know you must curtsey when you meet anyone older than yourself." Too late David realised he had forgotten one of Mummy's strictest rules. He started fumbling with his fingers round the hem of his dress and was about to stumble into a quick drop when Jane cut in. "Daphne, I'm surprised at you! You forgetful little thing! You must remember your manners, young lady! You know how much importance Mummy attaches to etiquette, little girl." Jane scowled at him and shook her head in disappointment, before announcing, "You can give everyone here a proper punishment curtsey. That will help my silly baby girl to remember in future." No! Not punishment curtseys! Not here; not to Jake! No, not that? It had been Emma the Nanny who had drilled him endlessly at home, till she was satisfied he could do perform them perfectly. Hardly a day went by when she didn't find some reason to make him drop a half dozen or so punishment curtseys to her, or save them up for Jane when she returned home from work. They were such a simple way to hammer home his sissy vulnerability. "Mummy?" Pleading, softly imploring, in a voice that in that one simple word begged for him to be let off. Begged for understanding, begged for some compassion. There was none. "Be careful, young miss!" Jane glanced meaningfully at Jake beside her. "Or someone around here might be asked to take you across his knee when we get home." She knew the mere threat would probably quell any thoughts of rebellion. She had laughed once when at dinner together before a night of erotic passion in the bedroom next to the Nursery, Jake had said how much he was looking forward to giving his former boss a good hand-spanking across his knee. "I want him naked - stark naked; perhaps hot and wet from the bath, so it stings even more," Jake snarled. "I really want to make him cry - cry real tears of pain and humiliation!" Jane had been slightly worried by this glimpse of Jake's sadistic side, but she hadn't dwelt on it. Gulping helplessly, David tried to marshal his thoughts; shocked that the routine for Punishment Curtseys hovered dangerously close to a mental vacuum. He had to get it right. Strangely the shame of what he had to do only dimly worried him. "Aunty Jane, what's a- a Punishment Curtsey?" Jessica piped up, finding it slightly hard to say the strange words. Jane thought for a moment and replied, "When you are naughty, Jessica, I expect you have to go to your room or sit on the naughty stool or something, till you promise to be good. You know? Well, we do the same to our Daphne here, when she's been naughty. We have a little range of punishments that help remind her not to be naughty again." "But what is a curtsey?" "Oh, I see what you mean. it's a special bow. We make her do them, to remind Baby Daphne that she is a little girl. Not a proper little girl, but a sissy baby, really - and certainly not a proper grown-up anymore. So we use a slightly old-fashioned idea to help her remember her baby status. It also makes it clear to anyone Daphne meets, that she is no longer a grown-up - but a silly baby. In the old days small girls always had to curtsey for grown-ups, so we make Daphne do it for anyone who is older than her. You'll see what it is in a moment, a sort of ballet movement. A Punishment Curtsey is a more refined version." "Oh," Jessica muttered, still looking confused. 'No it isn't! It's pure humiliation for David,' thought Jane with malicious satisfaction. 'Rather nice, though,' she giggled to herself 'especially with Simon and Jake here to make it so much worse!' "Aunty Jane, is Baby Daphne supposed to be younger than me? I'm three and a quarter now," Zoe chirped. "Well I suppose she is, as she likes to pretend she's not quite three." "But Aunty Jane? She didn't do a cursey - a curtsey for me," Zoe struggled a little with the word, "when she came in this morning. Was that very naughty?" "Yes it was! When it is your turn to receive her Punishment Curtsey, you can ask Daphne to do extra ones if you like, to remind her that you are more grown-up than she is." Jake interrupted their dialogue to ask, "Jane, should I give David his present before he does the curtseys? Your sissy might want to try it on first." He said this with a heartless smile, picking up the small parcel that had been lying on a table unnoticed. Jane saw the pink wrapping paper with yellow fluffy chicks all over it; all neatly secured with a big bow of pink satin ribbon. "Good idea. But her name is Baby Daphne, darling. There is no David." She knew what it contained but was keen to see David's reaction to Jake's present. It was definitely a splendid idea to give him Jake's gift before the curtseys. Only two weeks ago at home in the marital bed Jane had been panting hard, recovering from her third shattering climax while Jake, still hard as steel, weight on elbows gently tongued her ear while the rhythmic rustling noises came over the baby monitor. David was playing with himself again and his plastic panties rustled noisily on the plastic mattress cover through the pretty lamb-embossed cot sheet with his rhythmic motions. "Your husband is spanking his monkey again," grinned Jake "Baby Daphne is playing with her sissy clittie, you mean?" Jane clarified. "She asked Mummy for permission to have a little play tonight. I've told the silly baby time and again; we can hear her quite clearly when she does it! I told her you - I mean you, Jake, my lover - planned on visiting tonight. I asked her if she was sure she really wanted to play with herself, when we could both hear her so clearly on the baby monitor? I told Daphne what a really babyish thing it was to do, to play with her clittie when she could be overheard by grown-ups. But she looked all desperate and pathetic, as usual. 'Aren't you ashamed of yourself?' I scolded her, 'Fancy wanting to play with yourself when a real man is making love to your wife! Real men don't need to masturbate, they have sex with proper women!' But she begged me to let her have a play, so I gave her a bottle of scented baby lotion to rub on her little clittie, which is the way she apparently prefers to satisfy herself." Pushing Jake off her, Jane bossily commanded, "Get off me and lie on your back. I'll ride you until you cum, you randy bugger." They swapped positions and Jane straddled him with a leer. She grabbed hold of his slick wet cock and slowly lowered herself down onto that wonderful proud ramrod. Jake croaked, "Oh Jane! You're too much! I'll need to cum soon, but don't worry! I'll recharge while I go soft inside you. I'm going to fuck you all night, again and again, till you beg me to stop." Jane paused her gyrations for a moment, kneeling astride him with her back arched and her head thrown back, her tawny blonde mane brushing the mattress, savouring his throbbing hardness deep inside her while Jake's outstretched fingers played with her sensitive swollen nipples. The rustling noises from the Nursery increased in pace, matching their own exertions. Jane wondered what humiliating fantasy David must be enjoying as he played with himself in his nappy, knowing he was being cuckolded in the next room, in his own bed, under his own roof. The real magic of the situation was that Jane and Jake were supremely confident David would never do anything to interfere. They knew the submissive sissy was incapable of intervening, although physically there were no restraints preventing him from doing so. They knew with absolute assurance that he lacked the courage to object. He had been reduced to lying in his barred cot dressed and diapered like a baby girl, with his dollies and his dummy to take his mind off the events in the next room. Soon he would know it was Jake. Jane was certain David would be absolutely distraught when he found out. But he would helpless to do anything about it. She suddenly felt the need to check their plans with her boyfriend. "Are you still okay to come over Sunday week, after lunch to my Mum's?" She rocked her hips backwards and forwards, making him grunt in pleasure. "Can't wait! Ohh!" Jake moaned at the exquisite sensations. "You know, I'm dying to see his face when he finds out it's me. He will be in full baby girl mode, won't he? Diapers and dresses, and everything?" He guffawed when Jane grinned and nodded. "What a nightmare it will be for him, in front of your whole family and all." "Of course she'll be diapered and dressed in a toddler frock, Jake! She always is, these days! You know that! I told you. Anyway, I have a really pretty outfit for her that she hasn't worn yet. One that will make Baby Daphne look both super-cute and sissy-babyish. We could arrange for her to have a dirty nappy for you, as well - if you like? Shall I give her a suppository to be sure?" "Ugh!" he grunted, grimacing in distaste. "That won't be necessary. No, don't do that!" That wasn't an attractive part of all this, to Jake's way of thinking. "I was wondering, should I bring him a present? Something like a doll, or something that would really unsettle him?" Jake was always coming up with clever ideas to make life worse for David. Jane slowly eased up and down on that wondrous hardness buried impossibly deep inside her as she thought about it. She gasped breathlessly, "Maybe some frilly rumba panties, really sissy baby ones, plastic-lined." "Sounds great! But where do I buy them? Not at M&S, I guess!" "That's easy! There are thousands of adult baby panties on the web. Check Ebay. I can send you a few links, but Daphne owns quite a few already. She wears them pretty much every day. Oh! Ohh! Ohhh!" Jane was distracted for a moment by the waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her cries of ecstasy echoed around the room. She waited until the post-orgasmic shivers slowed before attempting to continue. She pursed her luscious red lips in thought before an inspiration hit her; "I know! A baby's bonnet! For some reason, Daphne really doesn't like them! They seem to shame her more than anything else, but I don't know why. We've had more trouble getting her to wear a bonnet than almost anything. To tell the truth, Emma has pretty well given up on bonnets. Instead she's gone for the Alice band and bunches look. But if you gave Daphne some bonnets, she would hate it even more, and -" Jane paused, then tossed him an evil smile. "You can insist she wear them - on pain of an across-the-knee spanking! That's a great idea - a double- whammy! The most humiliating thing in the world given to my sissy baby by my lover! What a superb idea!" The sadistic thought caused a tsunami of pleasure to flow through her body, lighting up her soul. She didn't bother trying to restrain her shrieks of passion. She rode that iron-hard pillar of flesh which seemed to fill her to capacity, her copious juices trickling down over his bouncing genitals. When her impassioned cries grew quiet, Jake gasped, "And where, pray tell, do I buy a baby bonnet for a grown man?" "No problem!" Jane panted, her beautiful face aglow and her sapphire eyes shining. "My friend Cath is Daphne's dressmaker. She will make them for you. She's great! I'll give you her email address and her phone number. She'll think it a hoot when you tell her who you are - and whom the bonnets are for. It'll cost you, though. Cath doesn't work cheap." Jane eyed the parcel Jake proffered to David. She hadn't seen the contents, but she knew her boyfriend had gone to great lengths to purchase two frilly bonnets and a sun hat for everyday wear. Various text and email conversations between dedicated sissy-babies had elicited the type of bonnet the sissy found most humiliating. Jane knew Daphne's hat size and had found a couple of sissy adult-baby cartoons by Curtis which seemed to embody the very thing David hated most, and she emailed them to Cath as a suggested style. To be continued in chapter 10. Please keep leaving your reviews here. I love to know what my readers are thinking, and whether or not you're enjoying this long-winded sissy- baby story. Hugs from Baby Jennie