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Dear Tammyjean, Jeannie, Annie and Katie, thank you all for those encouraging responses. I hope you enjoy the next interlude. Baby Jennie Chapter 12. Baby Daphne's Clittie-Cage Finally his ordeal was over. Mummy led him out of the room to take him to the Nursery to change his messy nappy at last. It was so demeaning, performing his curtseys in a stinky nappy in front of the family and Jake, knowing that he couldn't ask for a change. He certainly couldn't go and change himself. He had to wait and wait and wait - until either Mummy or Nanna or a grown-up noticed, and took him to be changed. Until then he had no choice but to remain a smelly, dirty wet baby. Jane tightly clutched his hand and as he waddled after his beautiful Mummy, he could hear the amused comments and mocking laughter of the others drifting down the hall. He gingerly toddled up the stairs, trying as best he could to keep the mess in his nappy from spreading any further. In the spare bedroom set up as a complete Nursery, he spied on the dresser, along with all the paraphernalia of baby change time, the box! It was the little wooden box containing his chastity device! Mummy must have brought it over from his Nursery at home, where it usually adorned the shelf where he kept his teddy bears. How come he hadn't noticed it earlier? Daphne felt his tiny clittie shrivel in fear. No! Surely they were not going to chastise him here? Not today? Hadn't he suffered enough for one day? Surely that wasn't what Mummy meant by a 'special treat'? His little face puckered and he bit on his dummy teat in fear. "Mummy?" he sulkily whined, pointing at the box with a trembling finger. "No! I- I don't want to!" "Now, now, Baby Daphne!" Jane chided him, picking up the polished box and holding it out to him on the palm of one hand. "Don't fuss! I think it about time we put this on you little clittie, don't you? I know, and you know - you really want to wear it. Don't you? Sweetie-pie, wearing your clittie-cage will show Uncle Jake that there's no need for him to be jealous of you ever again. You should be proud to think that you need to wear one, because otherwise people might mistakenly think we still made love together." It was twisted logic, but David had always been a complete sucker for anything that made him look bigger - or in this case, seem more important. He still looked doubtful when Helen marched in, smiling at the sight of the jewellery box on her daughter's outstretched palm. Perfect timing! "Oh goodie! Does Baby Daphne want to wear her clittie- cage today? What a splendid idea!" Helen exclaimed, as if Daphne was the cleverest little girl in the whole wide world. Before he could correct her 'mistake,' Nanna offered another temptation she had earlier worked out with Jane. "As well as showing Jake you are the boss by wearing this lovely little chastity cage Mummy and I had made for you, Nanna is going to make you a little promise, Daphne." He tore his eyes from the frightening box to stare at Nanna's enticing smile. In syrupy toddler tones Helen crooned, "This will make deciding so much easier for you, baby girl! You see, there are two keys to your clittie- cage. I shall keep one of them, Every Friday - if I'm in town - while Nanna is looking after you - and if you are sure you want to show me what a sissy-baby you really are - I'll let you out of your clittie-cage for a little play. Alright? Every Friday! Then you can rub your little clittie to your heart's content, and do your baby squirties in your lovely wet nappy - until you need changing again." Helen had to smile at the spark of hope she could detect in his watery blue eyes. He felt the first stirrings of arousal in his squishy wet nappy. Jane motioned to the change table standing against the far wall. "Hop up and lie down carefully, baby - and please don't sit in it. Oh you bad girl! Bad baby! I said don't sit in it! My God, you are useless! Lie back and spread your legs. Ugh!" She handed the small wooden box to Nanna while she dealt with her messy baby. "I swear, you're more like a one-year-old than a two-year-old, little girl! Aren't you ever going to grow up?" Daphne cringed at Mummy's scolding even as Nanna's soothing voice continued to tempt him. Helen tried not to grin as they played their rehearsed roles of 'good cop - bad cop.' She continued in honeyed tones, "Nanna of course, will decide when it's time to change your nappy - as you would expect. And you will always have to ask Nanna politely first, if you want to play with your sissy clittie - just like you do with Mummy. Alright, baby? I might even let you rummage around in my panty drawer at the same time. Wouldn't you love that?" The aroused baby squealed around her dum-dums in excitement and Nanna chuckled. "I know that would be a real treat for you, Baby Daphne!" Helen had to grin at her daughter's sour expression. "I know your Mummy doesn't really approve, but Grandmothers are allowed to spoil their grandchildren sometimes. Aren't they? And you know Nanna always keeps her word." Jane sidled up to the side of the change table, resting her thighs against the side. She leaned over him and placed her hand on the front of his plastic panties, squeezing the wet wad of cloth and gel padding against his crotch, searching for his thickening clittie. His tiny tool was only semi-stiff, so she couldn't find it. She switched personalities, becoming the loving temptress her sissy baby constantly desired. Mummy's voice was syrupy-sweet when she crooned, "If you say 'yes,' Baby Daphne, Mummy will rub your little clittie first, and make you cum and cum and cum in your poopy wet nappy! Won't that be exciting! Big baby squirties for my precious little girl! Then when your clittie shrinks back to its normal itty-bitty size, we can fit it nice and snug in its clittie-cage." This was a euphemistic way of saying 'really tight,' to ensure the useless baby couldn't achieve the tiniest erection without subsequent pain. These two exciting offers from the dominant women in his life swung the balance. David nodded his head eagerly, even as Jane firmly rubbed his groin through the plastic panties and the sodden layers of nappies, searching for his stiffening member. Mummy tenderly cooed, "You have to tell me where your tiny clittie is hiding, baby. Mummy can't feel your widdle clittie through this wet and poopy nappy." Daphne whimpered, "Down a bit, Mummy. There! Ooo! Oh yeth! Ohh! Oh Mummy, pweathe wub my tiny cwittie harder?" Despite having cum twice that day already - as well as the little accident over Mummy's lap - he was quick to rise. It was mostly because his adorable Mummy was leaning over him, her heavy swaying breasts almost brushing his face, her firm hand stroking the front of his plastic panties. She smiled enticingly at the excited sissy, in spite of the nasty smell wafting up from his groin. "Do you like that, baby girl?" Jane purred. "Oh yeth! Yeth Mummy!" "Do you want Mummy to help Baby Daphne do a lovely big spurtie in her nappy?" "Oh yeth! Yeth pweathe, Mummy!" the jerking sissy gasped. Jane slowed her movements and reduced the pressure, watching her sissy baby grimace in frustration behind the guard of his pacifier. He thrust his diapered hips off the padded top, desperately seeking her stimulating touch. She moved her hand away in concert with his efforts, teasing the poor excited sissy and making him groan around his dum-dums. "Then you must ask Mummy to lock your clittie cage on afterwards," Jane sweetly reminded him. "Remember, darling? If you want to be a real baby girl for Mummy, you have to ask Mummy to chastise you." "Oh Mummy! Pweathe Mummy? Ohh!" It was so unfair! But he was so excited, and Mummy had promised to make him do cummies. He snivelled pathetically, "Pweathe Mummy? Will you wock my cwittie in the cwittie- cage?" "Are you sure, little girl?" Mummy asked, lowering her hand and caressing the bulge in his slick warm baby panties once more. "Is that what my baby girl really wants?" She wrapped the soggy wadding around his pounding clittie and squeezed and rubbed. "Ooo! Ohh! Yeth Mummy!" Daphne moaned. Despite his trepidation, he was aroused by the thought of Mummy being in complete control of every facet of his life. "Oh yeth Mummy! Wock up my cwittie, pweathe Mummy?" "Good girl! That's my good baby girl!" She rubbed harder and faster, driving him wild. "Ooo Mummy!" In tender loving tones Helen smoothly concurred. "Isn't Daphne a good sissy baby? Such a good baby girl for her Mummy!" Nanna hovered in the background, watching everything; mature, feminine, but so in control as she lavished praise on the panting sissy. "She looks so pretty in her matching satin frock and bonnet! And I love the way her frothy white petties and plastic panties poke out below when she waddles around. So feminine, so little-girly! Such a perfect little baby girl!" Wriggling on the change table in excitement made him more aware of the fresh poo filling his nappy, and the soft mess sticking to his bottom bizarrely heightened his pleasure. He wasn't aware he was sucking harder - and louder on his dum-dums. Nanna added icing on the cake by murmuring, "I recently purchased a lovely satin, lace-edged bra. I've put on a bit weight lately, and my boobs seem to be getting bigger. I've gone up a cup size, you know? 38- DD now. I must admit; I thought of you, Daphne, when I put it on this morning. It's actually a nursing bra, like your Mummy's. The cups unfasten for breastfeeding. I bet you would love to see it and touch and feel it." Helen unbuttoned the top three buttons of her pale-blue silk blouse, exposing a huge expanse of fleshy cleavage and a hint of her shimmering bra. "Would Baby Daphne like to see? It has a delicate fringe of ivory lace round the sides of the cups, and it's made from white satin-lycra material, soft yet supportive at the same time. See?" Nanna stepped to the head of the table next to Daphne's head and cupped her meaty breasts in her hands. She leaned forwards and pushed upwards, so the heavy mounds of feminine flesh bulged over the top of the lace-edged cups, threatening to spill onto his flushed face. "Oh, ooo!" Baby Daphne squealed, her eyes like saucers. "Mummy, my tiny cwittie ith tho exthited! Oh Mummy! I need to do cummieth thoon, Mummy!" "I know, baby!" Jane leaned over him so he felt her heavy cushiony breasts pressing against his body, a loose lock of her perfumed hair brushing his cheek. "Mummy knows. Mummy always knows." .She was so powerful, wise and omniscient, so dominant and sexy - and so desirable. Her curled fingers whipped up and down over the slithering front of his baby panties. Mummy crooned, "Go on, baby, do your sissy-spurties in your dirty nappy! Show us how much you love being a wet little diaper-girl and pooping your panties. Is it all warm and wet and squishy in your nappy? Is it? I bet it is! I know how much my baby girl loves that!" Her saccharine voice resonated with love and approval. "Look at you wriggling around in it. Wriggle, wriggle, wriggle! You love it! Don't you? You're my wet and poopy baby girl! Yes you are! Give Mummy a big baby's lovely number threes in your stinky wet nappy. Show Mummy, Baby Daphne." She knew precisely what to say and how to tease him, driving him over the precipice. Daphne bucked and thrashed on the change table, squealing, "Ooo Mummy! Mummy!" Jane could tell her sissy was close to losing it. "Be a good baby girl and show Mummy, darling. Ooo! That's it! Oh, there we go!" "Mummy! Mummy! Mummeeeee!" Jane loved how he screamed her name when he climaxed. "Ooo! Good girl!" she sang. "Oh, is my precious sissy baby doing lovely big spurties in her poopy nap-naps? That's my girl! Good baby! Get out all the bad sissy-baby juice, sweetie. Get it all out! Get rid of all that nastiness for Mummy. Good girl!" He jerked his last and his lust-fuelled fantasy faded, to be replaced by the reality of his situation pressing in on his consciousness. He moaned in shame and covered his eyes with his forearm to block out their grinning faces. Mummy's exhortations changed, in tune with his rapidly altering mood - from sexual encouragement to sarcastically highlighting his failure as a man. "Is that it? Is it all gone now? Ooo, that was quick! My, my, baby girl! You really are fast! Look, Nanna! My sissy baby has given us her number threes in record time! Baby Daphne goes spurties in her messy nappy so quickly! She must love being a poopy wet baby! Isn't my sissy baby clever? My, my! I bet you never saw one cum so fast?" "No, never," Helen replied between giggles, buttoning her blouse as she stepped back. David would never learn. The moment of short lived-pleasure would be paid for by hours and days of chastised frustration. Moreover for the rest of this afternoon, until he was put down for the night in his cot at bedtime, he still had to wear his bonnet and give curtseys, suck his dum-dums, have his nappies changed - a dirty one at that - have tea with the family, and carry on being a baby girl in front of everyone - and after a huge cummie! He felt certain it was Jake who had been secretly visiting their house at night - his home - to share his marital bed with his wife. In earlier days when he babied himself in secret, David would usually revert to manhood immediately after climaxing. Not always, but most of the time. He would rip off his baby girl finery in self-disgust, shower and change, and dispose of the evidence as quickly as possible. He would put all these ridiculous baby thoughts and actions behind him, and carry on as though nothing untoward had happened. A true Jekyll-and-Hyde approach to life. Now he was forced to endure the real agony, the absolute awfulness of continuing to live in his baby girl mode when he was sexually sated. It wasn't just that he was dressed like a prissy toddler girl, in the most demeaning clothes an adult male could possibly wear - although that was bad enough. Despite his post-orgasmic 'triste,' he couldn't even resort to sullen silence in an effort to cut out the world around him. Sulking was definitely not allowed for good little girls. Mummy said so. He had to act as though he really was a happy baby girl, performing his whole demeaning simpering sissy role with enthusiasm and conviction - to endure the reactions, comments and scornful laughter of everyone, and still continue behaving as though he loved being Mummy's sissy baby. Otherwise it would be a frightening collection of sticks, corner-time and severe spankings. Or canings. His fetish had trapped him. Men never learn when it comes to sex. As Denise used to say; "They have their brains in their balls." Mummy ordered, "Lift that botty. Phew! What a stinky baby girl! Pee- yew!" Even after months of this treatment, such remarks made his scrunched-up face go puce with shame. "And down. Oh hell! Nanna, the disposable has leaked. God no! Look! It's all over the terry nappy! Ugh, and these plastic panties will have to scrubbed and boiled as well! Yuck! What a disgusting mess! Don't move! Lie still, will you? You dirty little girl! Bad baby! Bad, bad baby! Keep your legs up in the air, you useless thing! Come on, knees on your chest so I can see what I'm doing. There's crap everywhere! Keep still!" Jane kept one forearm supporting the backs of his thighs while she turned to her mother. "Give me a sodding great bunch of those wipes, please Nanna, will you? Thanks. Eww, yuck! Here, I need some more. Take the lid off the bin, will you? Thanks. Oh hell, it's everywhere! Mum, ask Jake to bring the nappy pail up here, will you, so we can put the terry and baby pants in to soak straight away. Baby can scrub everything later. Tell Jake to put some Napisan in the bucket before he comes up. It's on the side bench, in the utility room." "I know where it is, honey," Helen crooned. "I'll take care of it. You look after your little girl." Daphne lay there quietly sobbing and Jane snarled at him, "Well you may cry, Baby Daphne! You have good reason to, you sissy cry-baby. You dirty, dirty little girl! I have never seen such a messy bottom! Yuck- spuck! Look at all this poo! Thanks, Jake darling. Leave it there in the doorway. No, you really don't want to come in here, I promise! Baby stinks! Off you go, darling - this is woman's work - or so I'm told. Go downstairs and chat with Simon; we shan't be long. Yes, the baby is still crying. Don't worry. Miss Squishy-britches will get over it." Snivelling David cringed at the thought of Jake seeing him exposed in the middle of a dirty nappy change. Sensing him lurking in the doorway to Nanna's Nursery, Daphne prayed the big bad man would go away. Mummy was irritated at having to deal with a stinky yucky nappy for the second time in one day, especially one as soiled as this. Jane was determined to rub salt into the wounds of David's lacerated pride. She also realised her baby had climaxed at least three times today, and she hadn't cum once Not once ! Somehow that wasn't right! Jane was desperate to have Jake inside her. When at last Daphne was clean and she saw his miniscule satisfied member lying there like a curled pink slug, a wonderful mental picture of Jake's throbbing blue-veined manhood leapt into her mind. Jane pictured herself on her knees before her naked erect lover, licking the spongy head, kissing and teasing him with her wet pink tongue, till the single eye cried clear drops of sweet pre-cum. She imagined looking up at Jake's lust-crazed eyes when she licked up the sweet nectar with the flat of her tongue, her kitten twitching at the taste of him. She would open her mouth wide and slowly slide her freshly-painted, glossy red lips over the swollen crown, down over that long hard shaft, holding the throbbing base in her fist, sucking hard - then use her agile tongue to tickle the tender underside, to the point where he was close to exploding, then.... She didn't notice her mother had returned to the Nursery. "Come on, Jane, stop your daydreaming!" Helen urged her distracted daughter. "Let's get your baby girl fitted in her clittie-cage and safely diapered. It's getting late and the other girls will want their tea soon. Rub some lotion on her little thingie first, to make it go on easier. That's right. Okay, here's the chastity device. Put this ring first over her little sac, then slide the smaller ring down her length... Err - shall I rephrase that?" They both giggled in derision and his exhausted clittie shrank even smaller under their cruel laughter. When they calmed down Helen instructed, "Now tighten the big ring round the base of the sac, so she can't get it off again. Yes, like that. That's it. There are little markers; that one goes to number five. Got it? Okay, that looks fine." Daphne passively lay there with her baby- smooth thighs spread, her knees flexed and the thin soles of her pink patent Maryjanes together in the normal position to have her nappy changed. Helen put on her reading glasses and peered closely at her son-in-law's shrivelled private parts, ignoring his anguished expression. She pointed to guide Jane through her delicate task. "Now tighten the little ring that's on her clittie. Go to the number two notch. Got it? Good. These little padlocks here fit in the two loops - one around the sack ring there, one here so she can't pull the clittie ring off. It's probably too tight to slide over the head, anyway. Pull out that little screw thing so she can't undo the bits you've tightened. It's a unique design, apparently, so any old hex key or Phillips head won't work." Nanna grinned and shook a finger under Daphne's nose. "We don't want you getting any naughty ideas, you little scallywag!" David felt a slight sensation of tightness as the rings were fitted snugly round his sac and clittie. They were designed to leave no room at all for arousal. The tiny locks clicked closed with a chilling sense of finality. The task completed, Jane started the normal routine of diapering her baby husband. For once she didn't bother with the humiliating chatter of earlier changes, and briskly set about her task. Soon he was powdered, freshly diapered, and sitting up on the change table in a post-orgasmic fog. The rings around his genitals felt weird, but not uncomfortable. Jane adjusted his bonnet and retied the sashes under his chin, fluffed out his petticoats and straightened his dress hem over the top like a loving mother. She wiped his tear-streaked face using another moist wipe, but there was no mistaking his red puffy eyes. "Oh dear, everyone will know you've been crying. Oh well!" Mummy heartlessly observed. "Never mind! That's what silly cry-babies do, I guess. Isn't it, baby girl?" It was enough to start another round of snivelling, precisely as Jane intended. The clittie-cage had been fitted and locked on, and Daphne couldn't remove it, but Mummy intended to tilt the scales even more in her favour. First she had to get him happier with her, so he was easier to manipulate. Smiling invitingly, she helped him to stand up and wrapped her long arms round his trembling body. With his legs splayed helplessly wide by the fresh fluffy nappy, he seemed even shorter than normal. In her towering black patent high heels Jane loomed over him, emphasising their height difference - and her dominance. She let his flushed face nestle between her soft fleshy breasts for a few seconds, then tilted his face up and plucked out his dummy-teat. She puckered up and gently kissed him on his sloppy wet lips, and she saw his heart melting as she tenderly stroked the side of his bonneted head. "Come on, sweetie! Cheer up!" she sang in loving sugary tones. "You're wearing such a cute little clittie-cage, and we both know you've always wanted to wear one! I read some of those masochistic fantasy stories you loved to read while you used to play with yourself in your nappies. What do you think Jake going to say when you present him with the key?" Ignoring his startled expression, Mummy pressed on. "If you offer it to him really sweetly, I'll give you three whole carrots! I'm sure you'll be proud to know that my boyfriend is holding the key to your little clittie-cage. Think how you will adore hearing us in the bedroom when you are all tight and controlled down there, like a good sissy baby should be! Snug in your cot in your diapers and baby doll nightgowns, with no more temptation to rustle and rub so we can hear you over the baby intercom. No more showing Jake what a silly baby you are by playing with that useless thing of yours, when he is doing it properly with me in the big girl's bed." She could see the light of pain blossom in his pale blue eyes. What ecstasy to see your unfaithful, babyfied sissy husband reeling in hurt and shame! She couldn't help but rub it in even more. Teasing and belittling him was such fun, and it really turned her on! Jane rubbed her meaty thighs together, shivering with need. She was desperate to feel Jake's massive member inside her. "Daphne, above all, you know having you all locked up and safe will make it so much more exciting for Jake and Mummy. That's what you really want, isn't it? I know you want to make it up for being unfaithful to me." Mummy watched his fluttering eyes brim with tears and his narrow shoulders started to shake. She heartlessly continued, "But I guess it's no real loss, having your clittie locked up. Is it? Remember all those horrid failures you used to have in Mummy's bed, when you tried to pretend you were a grown-up? All those wasted months of premmies and too-quickies?" She stroked the front of his slick plastic panties and patted his trapped clittie in a casual dismissive gesture. 'Thwack - thwack - thwack!' "At long last you are doing the right thing by Mummy." 'Thwack - thwack - thwack!' "You know that it will only ever be Jake who makes love to me. You must be so pleased for me." 'Thwack - thwack - thwack - thwack - thwack.' She grasped his chin and tilted his face up, so he couldn't avoid her triumphant gaze. "You can't possibly know how super he is in bed? Ohh, Jake is the most amazing stud! Hard yet gentle, firm but kind, and so good at it. How he lasts! Do you know; Mummy's kitten even get a little sore sometimes, because he lasts and lasts all night! Then sweetie, he cums and cums like a fucking fountain, and get hard again before I'm even ready! Isn't that amazing?" She sighed at the delicious memory and girlishly fluttered her long black lashes. "I have such incredible orgasms with Jake! You are so lucky to have him fucking Mummy for you. You must be so proud to be properly chastised at long last, and have such a wonderful hunky man to perform in your bed in your place! Aren't you the luckiest baby girl? By the way; I really think you should write Uncle Jake a little 'thank you' note, each time he comes round and helps you out. You know? Telling him how much I enjoy it, how good he is at it - that sort of thing." Jane was radiant with her control over David as she pressed the key into his sweaty fist. 'Thank you notes' indeed! Where had that idea come from? It just popped out! David looked so miserable, he started to snivel again. Mummy didn't bother to wipe away the tears trickling down his hot flushed cheeks. At that moment he hated beyond all measure the thought that Jake was going to have all the fun, while he was allowed none. Mummy crooned, "Now let me explain the new arrangements for your sissy spurties. Nanna and I have discussed this in detail. We understand how much you need to do your sissy-baby cummies in your disgusting dirty wet nappies from time to time. When you have earned twenty carrots, I'll let you ask Jake to bring the key over. Okay, baby? We might let you have a little cummie right in front of us, before you go to beddy-byes. Wouldn't you love that? You could show Uncle Jake how quick you are! If you save up fifty carrots, Jake might let you have your clittie-cage removed for one whole period between nappy changes. Think of it! Hours of sissy playtime for Baby Daphne! With a hundred carrots, maybe we'll let our little girl have it off all night, while you're locked in your crib! Think what a super treat that would be!" David looked at her, aghast! A hundred carrots to be free for just one night? That was well-nigh impossible! As he opened his mouth to tearfully protest, Jane gave him one of her most radiant smiles and softly pressed his dummy back between his writhing lips. "Shh sweetie! Shh! Suck your dum-dums. Louder! Let Mummy hear you. Whining means sticks, remember?" She straightened his bib over his breast to catch his dribbles. "Suck and drool, baby. Suck and drool. Good girl." She unpinned her chignon and her tawny mane tumbled free over her shoulders. Jake preferred it when she let her hair down. Swishing her thick long locks seductively, she took Daphne's free hand to lead him outside. "Come on, let's go downstairs and you can give Jake the key. Do it nicely, and tell him how pleased you are about our new arrangement." It all happened so quickly. David was reeling from emotional overload. De-spunked, deflated, and dispirited could sum it up. He was chastised, cuckolded, and controlled - about to hand the key - this most precious key - to his wife's lover. Coupled with a set of stringent arrangements for his occasional temporary freedom which were designed to ensure he achieved minimal - if any - pleasure. Above all, he would have to ask Nanna or Jake for the key so he could be released, and only allowed to play with himself in his nappies. He knew he needed to put up some kind of fight - to protest, complain, refuse - but maybe not right now. He realised he had to start collecting carrots - fast! Maybe when he stayed with Nanna next Friday, he might have a chance to wheedle his way out of this crazy arrangement. He tried to convince himself, 'It might be true that I'm lucky it's Jake holding the key. He has an awesome reputation amongst the ladies. Perhaps people will respect me for letting Jake be the keyholder? Perhaps they might think well of me for letting Jake take my place as Jane's lover?' David's capacity for self-delusion was limitless. At the bottom of the stairs, Daphne could see Jake and Simon standing in the lounge room, chatting while they watched TV. "Wait just a moment, baby." Jane paused in front of the hallway mirror and started fussing around David's shiny dress, pulling and straightening here and there, fluffing up his frothy petticoats, adjusting the elastic on the baby pant's leg openings, making sure his nappy was all tucked in and the plastic wasn't crumpled or wrinkled. "Stay still! We want you to look perfect for Uncle Jake and Uncle Simon, don't we?" She was so tender, loving and affectionate, petting and praising him as she stroked his bonnet and dress; smiling and cooing to him in encouragement. "There! That's better! Look at yourself, baby! What a pretty little girl! Such a gorgeous baby! You look so sweet! Sweet enough to gobble up!" Daphne lapped up the maternal attention and started to brighten a little. When Jane was like this, the shame of his baby status receded somewhat. "Now you have to explain to Uncle Jake what Nanna and Mummy bought for you," Mummy instructed her wobbling child. "Remember, it was specially made to fit your tiny clittie. You can tell him you have been a big girl and done three lovely spurties in your nappies today! Three!" Her voice rose in wonder on the last word. "Think how jealous that will make him! Oh what a lucky Baby Daphne!" She was talking to him in exactly the same way a loving mother eggs on a small child in a game. "Then you can give him the key, and say it is best if you don't do it anymore. You only want to do wee-wees with your clittie in your nappies from now on, because you really want to be a proper baby girl all the time. Isn't that right?" The anxious little girl nodded uncertainly and Mummy insisted, "Come on! Let's go tell Jake that, shall we?" She wiped his face one last time with his damp bib and propelled him forward towards the others. Sheila had been helping the girls with their tea in the spacious kitchen when she overheard Jane giving Daphne her final instructions. She stepped into the hallway in time to see her sister patting Daphne's padded bum, urging the little sissy on his way like a reluctant toddler. Sheila followed them into the lounge room as well, sensing more fun was afoot, with Helen hot on her heels. Jake could see David was holding up a small silver key in both hands as he clumsily toddled into the room. Simon smiled wolfishly and stepped back to watch this latest sissy charade. Daphne already knew the kind of thing she had to say. She had read enough fem-dom sissy stories to know the correct debasing lines. Jane's infectious enthusiasm temporarily emboldened David as he summoned up the mental effort to further humiliate himself in front of Jake and the others. Gulping and flushing red, he stammered, still using the baby lisp always required: "Unca Jake?" There was a long pause as he sucked earnestly on his dum-dums, groping for the words that would most please Mummy. Simon sniggered in the background and then covered his mouth with one hand, fighting to remain silent. "Go on, baby," Jane softly commanded from right behind David, making him jump. Daphne took comfort in her Mummy's closeness. "Unca Jake, Nanna and Mummy had a thpecial extwa-tiny widdle chathtity devithe made for me," he loudly lisped. "A cwittie-cage. It'th 'thpecially made to fit my tiny cwittie." He could sense Jake's rising incredulity at this fresh revelation, but he blundered on regardless. "It's tho I'm kept pwoperwy under contwol, and don't do no more thurptieth without Mummy'th permission. Mummy maketh me do naughty thurptieth in my nappieth thometimeth, when we are together. You know?" Simon couldn't help himself and released a muffled snigger, and David heard Sheila chortling behind his back. Helen's barely-repressed snorts added to the humiliating mix. Daphne tried to ignore the grown-up's mocking laughter and pressed on like a small child boasting about her achievements: "Do you know what I did today, Unca Jake? I haff done fwee big gwown-up thurptieth in my nappieth today! Fwee! My Mummy sayth that might make you jealouth, so it'th betht if you haff the key." He presented the tiny silver key to Jake with a ballerina flourish. "Say why, baby," prompted Jane, as a stunned Jake accepted the offering, grinning from ear to ear. "Coz - coz I want to be a pwoper baby girl fwom now on, and only do wee- weeth in my nappieth wiff my t-t-tiny cwittie," Daphne explained, her squeaky voice trembling with uncertainty. "I'm a baby. I'm jutht a widdle baby girl... " Jake started to laugh loudly and Mummy joined in. They were all laughing at him. Aunty Sheila and Nanna and Uncle Simon and Mummy and Uncle Jake.... As his voice slowly faded, acute embarrassment as the perverse stupidity of these ridiculous requests hit him. He realised he had willingly handed over control of his manhood to Jane's lover, in front of everyone. They would all know he was a cuckold, and Jake was Mummy's chosen bedmate. His eyes filled with tears and his gaze slowly dropped to his gaily bobbing skirts. It became impossible for him to look anyone in the face. His blurry eyes remained riveted to the floor, staring at Jake's huge black lace-up shoes. Sheila hooted, "Lordy! Listen to him! That takes the biscuit, David! A goddam chastity-cage now! I can't believe you let yourself be treated like this!" She whacked his padded rear in disdain as she marched behind him to address Jane. Daphne lurched forward from the strength of the blow, almost falling on her face. Incredulous, Sheila demanded of her grinning sister, "Jane, how the hell did you do it? What kind of man would ever let his cock be locked up like that? What a stupid prat!" David started to sob as the extremity of his humiliation sank in. He wanted his Mummy to love him; that was all he wanted. That was all he ever wanted. That was all that was left to him now. Jane crouched down in front of the teary child and chucked him under the chin, clucking her tongue in maternal remonstration. "Tsk-tsk-tsk! Shh, baby. Stop all that crying, you silly girl! Why all the fuss?"she scolded him. "You wanted to be a helpless sissy baby and you're being treated like one. You wanted to wear nappies and use them like a baby, and Mummy let you. You got so excited playing babies, you even had three big-girl spurties in your nappy today! Three! Didn't you?" She made her tone deliberately patronising. "The last one was a real treat for you! Wasn't it, little girl? You did number ones, number twos and number threes in your smelly dirty nappy, all mixed together in one big yucky mess, all at the same time! Didn't you, Baby Daphne?" He had to nod his head in agreement, but he tried to keep his tear-filled eyes on the floor until Mummy forcibly raised his chin again. She glanced at her grinning mother and sister, both of whom nodded in encouragement. Jane stared into his tear-filled eyes and continued scathingly, "Mummy played with your sissy clittie while Nanna watched, till you did a great big cummie in your stinky messy nappy! What more do you want?" She watched the big fat tears roll down his scarlet cheeks. As his face grew wetter, so did her throbbing kitten. "We know you used to spend hours on the internet reading about precisely this sort of thing while you played with your useless little clittie. Didn't you? You told all your little sissy friends online that you fantasised about being chastised by your Mummy. But when we give you what you say you've always wanted, you carry on like a sooky baby and burst into tears!" She let the disgust creep into her voice as she wobbled his trembling chin. "There is no pleasing some children!" Jane was being cruel again, egged on by Sheila and Helen's outright contempt. The constant references to his internet wanderings were designed to make him look ridiculous in front of Jake, who had often told her he never bothered looking at porn. The real thing was far better and just as easy for the handsome charmer to access. Jane well understood the enormous differences between David's fem-dom fantasy world and the reality in which Baby Daphne was currently being forced to live. Unsurprisingly, little Daphne wasn't finding things quite as she'd dreamed. Jane was acutely conscious of her pressing need for Jake. Even in these liberated times, she couldn't bring herself to slip away from her family to dash upstairs with him in her mother's home, and lock themselves in her old bedroom to slake her longings. She didn't realise all the other adults in the house were similarly affected by her erotic fem-dom performances - as well as David's submissive masochistic responses. Helen had some time ago learned to call on a good friend who discretely shared her bed from time to time, often after she babysat Daphne on Fridays. She had already phoned and asked him to visit tonight. As for Sheila, she was desperate to spirit away her horny husband and dump her kids in bed. She wanted to slip on her cheeky school uniform and throw herself at Simon, and she knew the men had been constantly rearranging the front of their trousers all afternoon. "Now stop all that sulking and staring at the ground," Jane commanded in a cross voice. "Look at me. Look at Mummy! That's better. Show us all a nice big smile, Baby Daphne, and then give Jake that punishment curtsey you owe him. Then after you scrub your dirty nappies and put them in the wash, you can go and have tea in the kitchen with the other girls." She stood up and stepped back to watch. David raised his tear-stained face to look at Jake as he started. "Unca Jake, pweathe acc-thept my punishment curt-they?" When Jake grunted and nodded, he had to perform the whole mortifying routine, ending with his humble apology for not giving Unca Jake a curtsey on first meeting. Jake made him do three additional curtseys, finding petty faults with the first two, laughing uproariously as the humiliating charade continued. At last, at long last it was over. David toddled off to laundry with Nanna close behind, to make sure the snivelling sissy did a good job of scrubbing the poop out her nappies and baby panties. Twenty minutes later she made him wash his hands, then led him back to the kitchen where Mummy, Sheila and the girls were waiting for the dummy-sucking sissy. Daphne stumbled blindly along after Nanna, gripping her hand tightly and wondering what else could happen to her today. Sheila was sitting at the kitchen table with her two girls and brightly greeted them. "Oh good! Here they are! I've already fed my two, Mum. Jane, I promised Zoe she could feed David in the highchair tonight, like Jessica did it at lunch time. Is that okay?" Jane saw the horror on Daphne's face and laughed, nodding agreement. "My girls just had cheese on toast, but I saw the four jars of baby food left out. I assumed they must be for David - I mean, Baby Daphne?" Sheila dimpled as she stared at the sissified male cowering behind his Nanna. "Jane, do you really keep him on jars of toddler food? They taste a bit gross, you know?" Jane sniggered and shook her head. "No, not all the time. But she eats at least two jars per day. My baby girl is very young, and she needs the nutritious goodness of a balanced toddler diet. As she had a proper grown-up lunch and porridge for brekkie, jars of baby food are perfect for her din-dins. Baby Daphne chooses her favourites varieties, you know? When she goes to the supermarket each week with her Nanny Emma." Disdainful laughter bubbled out of Sheila. "Hear that, Zoe? They're her favourites! Jessica, can help you get the baby ready for din-dins? The savoury jars are warm already." The little tot sneered in contempt at the cringing sissy and pointed to the highchair. Zoe bossily ordered, "Come on, you big baby! In your highchair for dinner-time. I'll feed you your jars of stuff tonight. Aunty Jane, will you do up the straps and put Daphne's baby bib on for me? She made a such big mess at lunch time. Mummy, what are we feeding her tonight?" "Organic vegetables and rice in one jar, and beef casserole in the other," Sheila replied, reading the labels. "We can just mix them together. Babies don't care. For afters, we have apple and yogurt custard. Jessica, will you tip the two starters into her baby dish for your sister to spoon-feed Daphne? Zoe, fetch the stool first, so you can reach the baby's mouth easier." Jane meanwhile was helping Jessica secure David in the lay-back highchair with the baby-pink webbing straps. When he was safely clipped in, Mummy dressed him in a big plastic bib which had short arms as well as a broad front covering every inch of his shiny satin frock. It was mostly transparent, with a big drawing of Bambi on the front. The tray was locked in place and Mummy tucked his long plastic bib between the tray and his tummy. It was a tight fit. Jane assumed the combination of Jessica, Zoe and David wrestling with a rather unappetising savoury meal, threatened to be a messy experience. She was taking no chances. Her husband looked so defeated and helpless strapped in the oversized highchair, red-eyed and resigned to being spoon-fed by a patronising three-year-old. Mummy smiled in smug self-satisfaction as she joined the adults at the kitchen table. Sheila, sitting down at the table behind David's back and facing the highchair, poured tea into smart china mugs. She leant forward for a conspiratorial chat with Helen and Jane, then paused and glanced at the baby. Realising there might be a problem, Sheila first called to her daughter, "Jessica, the baby still has her pretty bonnet on. Can you take it off first, please? We don't want it to get messy." She turned to her kid sister, her expression curious as she lowered her voice. "Jane my dear, how long do you intend keeping him like this? It must have been quite a while already, from the way he - she's been acting. How many months have you kept him dressed in nappies and baby frocks? He seems pretty used to it. I mean, what will he do afterwards? He can hardly go back to work, especially as Marilyn knows now. That big-mouth slut will tell everybody!" Jane looked at Helen and they both smiled wolfishly. "We have some ideas," Jane diffidently replied, then instead asked Sheila, "How long were your two in nappies?" "Jessica was slow to potty-train, nearly four before we finally got it cracked. But this one," Sheila reported, pointing to Zoe, who was trying her best to clumsily spoon-feed David. "She was very quick." They could hear the maternal pride in her voice. "The second one usually potty- trains faster, you see - say at two and a bit years old." They watched as Jessica fumbled for a while with the bow on David's pink satin bonnet, and eventually it came free. By standing on the step-stool she could reach up high enough to take it off, and she placed it on the side of the wide wooden tray in David's view. Sheila sang, "Thank you, Jessica. Good girl." The beaming pre-schooler climbed down and waited beside the highchair, ready to help her little sister feed the baby if the need arose. "That's my good girl" Sheila nodded, smiling in maternal approval and advised Jane, "I think your sissy baby should be kept strictly in nappies for the same length of time as a normal child - say two and a half to three years." David was trying hard to eavesdrop on the grown-ups chatting softly amongst themselves at the table behind him. Realising he wasn't a part of the conversation but the subject of it, he was stunned! Did Sheila say 'three years'? That was three years as a baby girl in nappies, not to mention the humiliating frocks and other things. He would certainly lose control over his bladder and bowels by then, with absolutely no job prospects, either. He would be dependent on Mummy for everything! And what about the his new chastity device? My God! Three years of no regular playing with his clittie! He'd die! "Of course I won't start the clock running until I'm sure my little Daphne has completely lost control of both her bowels and bladder," Jane assured her sister. "I want to raise her from infancy. We may be close already though, judging by today's little performances." 'That's even worse!' he thought in despair, 'My time in nappies so far doesn't count!' David winced inwardly, thinking, 'Mummy can't do this to me!' But that was silly. Jane had taken his baby treatment this far already. He knew she could do whatever she liked to him. Helen chipped in; "We thought that after such a long time in nappies, it would take months - perhaps years - to potty-train Daphne again. That is, if we don't decide to keep the big sissy in diapers for even longer. But after four years or so, we'll all probably need a break from looking after our big baby, anyway. She almost certainly wouldn't be able to get a proper job, although she could possibly serve as a sissified male maid. She does quite an acceptable job of cleaning this place these days. We could finish her training at one of the sissy academies like Tawsingham's or Mrs Silk's. It would be fabulous to have a properly trained, chastised housemaid." Daphne blinked hard, fighting back the tears. Zoe shovelled food into Daphne's gaping mouth. In fairness she was doing quite well for a three-year-old, but there was a growing mess round David's face and running down his chin onto his bib. No matter how carefully she fed him, he was compelled to let a portion of each mouthful trickle out of his mouth. Zoe frowned and scolded him, "You're such a messy baby, Baby Daphne! Ohh!" She shook her head in despair. "Try to stop dribbling, will you?" The adults ignored his whimpered protestations of innocence and let Zoe get on with it. David's spirits sagged even lower as he realised he had been effectively left in the charge of a small child. The ever-present tears welled unwanted in his eyes. As he desperately tried to hear what the grown-ups were saying about him, Zoe kept chattering away in a high piping voice so he couldn't concentrate on the adult conversation. "Come on, you silly cry-baby! Open up for some yummy veggies. Open wide! Aunty Jane, she does cry a lot, doesn't she?" "Yes Zoe, Daphne can't help herself," Mummy replied with maternal authority. "She's a cry-baby. Just like the silly baby girl she really is." To the others Jane added in a quieter tone, "She's been crying more readily and more often of late. It's become quite noticeable in the past few weeks. Her Nanny Emma remarked on it, as well." Helen nodded in agreement, not bothering to hide her pleased smile. "Here comes the train into the tunnel! Woo-woooooo! Go on; say yum-yum, like a proper baby," Zoe ordered. "Good girl! When you're finished this, do you want your baby bottle first or your sweets?" Sheila lowered her voice so David could barely hear her. "Look at the diapered fairy, sitting there being fed by Zoe! He looks ridiculous! Why doesn't he stop it? Protest? Walk out? Tell you both to bugger off?" Jane smiled and mouthed silently, "He loves me! He can't leave me!" She raised her eyebrows and shrugged her shoulders, spreading her hands in a parody of disbelief, pulling her face into a bemused sarcastic grimace and making the others giggle. In a loud clear voice Jane responded, "Daphne can't leave me! She's just a baby, and I'm her Mummy! Babies can't leave their Mummies! It's not allowed! Plus she owns no grown-up clothes or boys' clothes - except three pairs of very childish-looking shortie overalls - and only little- girl Maryjane shoes, pink sneakers, and one pair of pink jelly sandals. Baby has no bank accounts, no credit cards, no car keys, and we even formally surrendered her driving licence. She can't hire a car, and of course she has no insurance, so she cannot legally drive. Naturally I confiscated her phone. Daphne has a pink Barbie mobile phone now, but it is fixed so she can only call Nanna, Emma, or me. The house phone has a pre-dial locking code, which of course our baby doesn't know. Both Emma and I have sim-code access on our mobiles, so she can't make use of them, either. Anyway, Daphne probably can't remember the phone numbers of anyone to call, even if there was someone interested in talking to a silly, simpering two-year-old. She stored all her numbers in her old mobile's memory - and I have that safely locked away!" She shot a victorious smile at the slumping shoulders of the big baby in the highchair. "Emma is not allowed to bring any cash into the house, in case our baby girl got any silly ideas to steal it and run away. But we have our little sissy baby pretty well sewn up. Of course don't forget; she probably can't manage without nappies now, as well." Dropping her voice again she quietly added, "Yes, maybe she could do something - if she really wanted to - but all those obstacles give Baby Daphne a easy excuse to accept whatever we choose to do to her." Jane rubbed together her silk-clad thighs under the table and whispered, "I know this all sounds incredible, but God! Dominating that little sissy makes me so randy! I'm horny all the time! I've never felt anything remotely like it!" She glanced towards the doorway leading to the lounge room, where the men were watching noisy sport on TV. No one could see her spreading her thighs and rubbing the heel of her hand between her legs, her silk skirt sensuously sliding against the satin gusset of her panties. "Jake feels the same way. He's a fantastic stud and he loves fucking me, but he says this cuckold arrangement has given him the hottest sex he's ever had!" She smiled semi-ruefully as she distractedly stroked one of her stiffening nipples through her blouse and bra with her other hand. "It's not all about increasing my pleasure, but I guess it helps." The others smiled in sheepish agreement. They knew exactly what Jane meant! Helen added in a slightly husky voice, "Remember, Daphne has been treated exactly like a real baby girl for more than three months now, always dressed in nappies and baby clothes - baby girl clothes. Look at the dresses and petticoats she loves to wear! She's always in a nappy - which she uses constantly, for everything! She needs to have her nappies changed several times a day. I can't imagine what that must do to her self-esteem and self-confidence. I think mentally, she is almost totally dependent on Jane and Emma now - and to an extent, on me - her Nanna. Oh, and have you noticed how she pulls a face if you take her dummy away? Our little girl is growing dummy-dependant too, I swear." Sheila looked at the two conspirators, grinning. "You know, I'm quite looking forward to having Baby Daphne come visit for the sleep-over! It might be rather good fun, I think. I suspect Simon might come home early that night to help me put the big baby girl to bed." She rubbed her bare thighs together, her moist pussy tingling in anticipation. She clutched her mug in her left hand and like Jane, her right hand disappeared under the table. Jessica tossed in, "We're all going to look after her and help you, Mummy. Oh and Aunty Jane, can you send over lots of Daphne's dresses with her? We'll want to play dress-ups with the baby. Does she have any fairy dresses or angel dresses? "Yes, she has a gorgeous little pink ballerina tutu with fairy wings," Jane replied with a giggle. "I'll try to remember to pack them. She's even got a Princess tiara! How are you doing, girls? Is my baby ready for her bottle yet?" Jessica asked, "Mummy, can we put on a ballet or a show or something, for everyone - like we did at Samantha's house? If Baby Daphne has a ballet dress, she can join in." Sheila and Jane looked at each other, barely able to stop giggling, eyebrows raised as if asking; 'Why not?' "Yes Jessica," Sheila cooed. "I'm sure we can think of something like that for all you girls to do." Zoe piped up, "Aunty Jane, why does she have a baby bottle? Can't Daphne use a sippy-cup?" Her tone turned scornful. "Only little babies drink from bottles." Jane replied " It's the same as her dummy, Zoe. Baby Daphne really likes having something to suck, like most babies. I let her have a bottle or two at night time, to help her relax and prepare to be put down in her cot, and she sucks a dummy all night. Even when she's fast asleep. Just like a baby." Jake strode into the kitchen holding up his phone. ""I bet she loves something to suck!" His chuckle was evil. "Hi girls! Mind if I take a photo or two of Baby Daphne here? Perhaps being fed by Zoe?" He glanced at the cringing sissy baby in the highchair and burst into laughter. "Oh my, what a messy baby! Look at that filthy face! No, wait. I want to take a couple like this, before you clean him up." He started snapping away with Zoe posing in front, spoon in hand, looking all important, and poor David looking like a useless baby with a disgustingly grubby face and badly stained bib. When Jake indicated he was finished, Jessica moved in with a warm wet washcloth and started trying to scrub Daphne's face clean, but she found the task too daunting. When Jane and the other women showed absolutely no signs of moving to help, Jake offered. "Here, let me get that." Grinning vindictively, he took the moist cloth from the girl's hand and being deliberately rough, fiercely wiped his old boss's crusted lips till he was whining and whimpering in discomfort. When Daphne tried to pull her face away, Jake wrapped one huge hand around the back of the struggling sissy's head and held her in place, scouring her lips and chin till he was satisfied the baby's face was spotless. Zoe fetched his bottle of warm milk and handed it to a red-faced David, who accepted it with great reluctance. He knew Jake was watching as he stuck the oversized silicon teat in his mouth and tilted the base up high. All his plastic baby bottles held 20 fluid ounces each and were pink-capped, topped with clear Nuk No. 4 silicon teats. The feeding hole in the fat nipple had been enlarged to make suckling easier. As David started slurping down the lukewarm contents, he realised he was presenting another humiliating photo opportunity. After taking a few more snaps, Jake explained, "I promised Marilyn I would show her some pics from this afternoon. These are really good!" Jane sighed and replied, "Well Jake, I suppose the damage is done now. We'll have to live with it. But please don't show the pics to anyone else, and don't send your secretary any copies. Okay?" She pouted at her grinning lover. "I wish you would've asked me first, before telling motor-mouth Marilyn. Everybody in the company will know about David's strange predilections in a few days, and I wanted to prepare the ground a little better before we introduced our big sissy baby to the public domain." Helen chipped in. "Perhaps we needn't worry too much. I had a lovely chat with Dr Elaine Rogers the other day. Remember her? She's a top psychiatrist in the city. Our company did some work with her practice a few years ago, and we remained friends. I ran into her recently and I told her all about our Baby Daphne. Elaine was very interested and spotted his fetish straight away, telling me; 'He's an Adult Sissy Baby; rare, but there's a few thousand - maybe more - in varying degrees around the country. Not so many that the general public are aware of the fetish, but more and more people are vaguely conscious of it. Most sufferers keep their unusual desires well hidden, very few are exhibitionists. It is often associated with masochism, cross-dressing and transexuality - but I would have to see him personally to sort out his fetishes more precisely.' I-" Sheila held up her hand. "Wait a second, Mum. Girls, now you've finished feeding the baby, why don't you gather up your toys and things. We have to go home soon." They remained silent until the preschoolers trotted out of the kitchen. "Go wash your hands first please," their mother called after their retreating backs, then Sheila turned back to Nanna. Helen had the rapt attention of all the adults in the room - including the one in the highchair. "I told Elaine you decided to make him live out his fantasies full-time, Jane. I explained we had read about his exhibitionistic desires - how he dreamed of being shown off to the public as a diapered baby girl. But we were concerned about people's possible reactions if we exposed him to the real world in his baby frocks and nappies. Elaine came up with a super idea! She suggested, 'If you want to satisfy his exhibitionistic compulsions and take him out in public, you could tell people David has an OCD - an Obsessive-Compulsive behavioural Disorder. Say he's been suicidal, and he can't be happy unless he is treated as a toddler or baby girl.' No, really! That's what she told me!" Helen protested, when Sheila and Jane stared at her in open-mouthed disbelief. She held up her palms to stop her daughters interrupting. "Elaine told me, 'Explain how David becomes very disturbed and depressed unless he is dressed and treated like a toddler girl in nappies and all the rest of it, and that the only known cure is to let his compulsion burn itself out.' That will explain the necessity of the nappies, as he supposedly exhibits no control over his bodily functions in his regressed infantile state." Helen shot her bemused daughters a triumphant grin. "An obsessive- compulsive disorder is much easier for people to accept than a sexual fetish. You should always use the proper name, Jane; 'Adult Baby Syndrome,' or ABS. That will keep most people quiet. Always discuss it as an OCD - a behavioural disorder, or a medical syndrome. That usually shuts everybody up pretty quickly, as it sounds serious and professional. Add lots of 'isn't it sad?' or 'we hope he will get better one day,' and 'he can't help himself,' and so on, and you'll have few problems. Mind you, he only has the Adult Baby Sissy syndrome, not the rest - I think - but hardly anybody will know that." Jane pursed her luscious red lips and looked thoughtful. "Elaine suggested, 'If you do decide to take him out and about - and knowing you two, I'm sure both of you will get a sadistic kick out of exposing him at the public's expense - but I wouldn't let that worry you too much. There are plenty of scantily-clad girls running around out there on a Friday or Saturday night these days, doing exactly the same thing.' Elaine also said she would love to see Baby Daphne professionally, to do some research." Helen sniggered. "Apparently his condition is relatively rare, and normally sissy AB's act out their fantasies alone and in private - not in conjunction with a whole family." Sheila glanced at the big baby listening in the highchair and giggled. "Anyway," Helen continued blithely, "if David is disgraced before all his friends and former colleagues, it's no one's fault but his own! Right? After all, he's the one who started the ball rolling! Know what I mean? If our little Daphne thinks of herself as a useless baby girl, why shouldn't the rest of the world? Besides, Jane darling, why trouble yourself about Baby Daphne's feelings? Babies don't have a lifestyle. You're the mother. You have a lifestyle. It's up to baby to adapt to Mummy's lifestyle, not the other way around." Her tone was persuasive when she argued, "Isn't it time you put your own needs front and centre?" Jane nodded enthusiastically. "Yes! Yes Mum, it is! I mostly do now anyway, I think." Sheila realised such a cover story would be a great help with the parents of the girls attending the sleep-over. "That's a great idea, Mum! I can see how David's OCD problem with 'ABS' will really help explain his unusual dress and the way he acts to other people. I mean, the kids won't really care. They just see him as a silly baby girl. But I'm sure all the mothers will want to meet the poor baby with the nasty mental syndrome." David was strapped in the highchair slurping down the last of his bottle. He normally had to drink two before bedtime, plus a bottle of water in the cot with him for night-time drinkies. This ensured he piddled fairly early on in the evening, and so he normally spent most of every night in a sopping-wet nappy. These new revelations about his future life were highly disturbing. Did Mummy and Nanna really plan on taking him out in the public dressed as a baby girl? He felt certain something perfectly horrible was being hatched for him at the proposed sleepover. Jake's threat to show those revealing photos to Marilyn caused him to let his guard down. He started complaining in that plaintive whiny voice which he knew irritated Mummy. It was his way of begging Jane to abandon some plan or other on the grounds that it would embarrass him too much. "Mummy, pweathe don't let Mawiwyn thee me wike thith?" Trickles of warm milk ran down his chin as he made his plaintive request. "Pweathe don't let Jake show thothe pictureth to her, pweathe?" He let his squeaky baby voice drop an octave or so, closer to his normal pitch as he resentfully muttered, "It's not fair! I don't want her to thee me like this." His lisp almost disappeared. This was a grown-up talking. Strictly forbidden! "Daphne, I have told you a thousand times! I no longer care who sees you and who doesn't," Jane crisply declared. "It doesn't bother me in the slightest - not in the slightest! You are a baby girl! Look at you, in your pretty dress, dirty bibbie, and your thick wet nappy!" Her voice dripped scorn. "You wanted to be a sissy baby - you are a sissy baby! And you will be treated like one - at all times! The only reason for ever sparing your feelings is that it might embarrass me or Emma, or Nanna or Jake, to be seen with you in some silly outfit or other. That's the only reason when we've been out and about in public, you have been allowed to wear your baby overalls over your nappies. They are not quite a sissy or revealing as your prissy toddler frocks, are they?" Daphne shook her head, trickles of warm milk dribbling down her chin, her face a picture of misery. Jane jumped out of her chair and marched around to the cringing big baby in the highchair, her stiletto heels beating a staccato rhythm on the tiles. "But I will tell Emma she can take you out dressed in your cute baby frocks in public in future, whenever she feels like it! Would you like that? Tomorrow you will go to the beauty salon in a pretty dress. Do you hear me? You know Emma has been pleading with me for weeks to take you out all dolled up. And if Jake is happy to show his secretary or any other people at our company pictures of my big sissy baby being fed in her highchair and drinking from a baby bottle, then that's quite alright with me! Understand? It's alright with him and with me, and therefore it is alright with you. Right, Baby Daphne? Do you understand Mummy?" David knew what came next! "Do you understand Mummy?" Jane repeated in a much louder voice, leaning against the highchair tray facing him, her full red lips clamped into a thin hard line, fists curled on hips in feigned anger. Daphne was convinced Jane was livid and she watched Mummy's heaving bosoms, trembling in fear. She ignored the pre-school girls trotting back into the kitchen, all ears and eyes wide at the sound of cranky adult voices. The temperature in the room dropped with the chill in her tone when Jane announced, "One stick for whining, and another for not talking properly. Also," she paused significantly, before proceeding more sternly; "you will also pay by having a little extra inconvenience imposed on you next week. I shall tell Emma to keep you in double terry nappies every day next week. That will help remind you that you are nothing but a big baby!" She turned her head and in a much more friendly voice suggested, "Jake, put Daphne's bonnet back on her and take some more pictures, if you like? Then we must head home, or Daphne will be late for bedtime in her cot. We don't want to have to deal with an overtired, cranky baby girl when we put her down for the night." Sheila was quietly giggling away