Pets New Life ~ Part 6 free porn video

Pets New Life ~ 6 A babies distressed cry from the monitor by her head, woke mummy, she looked at the clock, 8:30. Oh dear, Baby must have woken and found herself wet, she needed changing. A cruel smile, well that's one more day of Pottie training successfully delayed, Pet won't be happy about that so early in the day, not even lasting to breakfast. The little dears hope of getting back to pretty training panties was rapidly disappearing yet again. But first Mummy had to get out of this corset first, her middle was crushed, Pet could wait. Where was her infuriating sister, she had promised to look in on the way to work. Where's the phone, of all days why did she oversleep today. Ring, Ring, "Sue, where are you, I need you. What do you mean an emergency case at the clinic and you are already there? How long? At least Lunch time! No way, I can't wear this thing that long. What do you mean the instructions say as long as possible to allow the body to adjust? No I am not fat, its just this thing is so constricting and that dress is gorgeous, I have to fit into it, I cant admit defeat to Paul, I just cant. Well I suppose it's not quite so painful as last night, but it is pretty uncomfortable, I suppose I can last till lunch but it is difficult to breath. I can't let Pet see me in sexy underwear like this first thing in the morning though; it will blow its little cage. Oh well I suppose a baggy jumper and tracksuit bottom will cover it and not inflame the silly child. But you had better be here soon, this is not funny Sis. I want this thing off, this is not the Victorian era. Bye" With no makeup, hair held back with a scrunchy and wearing as baggy clothe, mummy looked as asexual as possible, not wanting to arouse her baby whilst she washed and changed the little sissy. Just at this moment, sleepy and breathing hard from her retrained waist, she didn't feel sexy either, she would rather be drinking coffee in bed, than changing a baby. By now Pet knew the procedure and didn't fight, it was happy to be changed out of a wet diaper even if it meant a new warm dry one and another day of babyhood. She did not fight as the side of the crib was lowered, the harness unbuckled and the little baby led waddling to the padded changing table with a soggy diaper. The harness was re- buckled locking her down, for babies own safety of course. A pretty nightie pulled up and a soggy diaper dropped in the wash bin. A wash of now hairless bits and around a secure little cage, followed by baby powder and a fresh diaper was all Pet could expect and that was all it got. There was no growth within the cage as Mummy washed round that area, so either the new hormones were working or Mummy's choice of plain clothes were not exciting the little dear. A small smile as she noticed that Pet didn't fill the cage so much whilst being touched, and its little round friends where definitely smaller, maybe the hormone implants were working already. She thought about getting a smaller cage, Sue did warn it might be necessary, now that would be a big blow to Pet's ego, needing a smaller cage when all her ex-husband, now sissy, wanted was for his little friend to grow again. What would Pet say when she found out that it never would again reach even its old pathetic proportions, let alone penetrate a woman again? Oh well that was for another day. "Now child, if you promise to at least try and be a good little toddler and attempt potty training then we can try disposables instead of those nasty cloth diapers wont that be nice? Will you try?" A small grumble through the pacifier but a nod of acceptance, but Pet wondered if it had made the right decision as the disposable diaper was held up for view and a fresh plastic diaper cover was presented for little legs to be pulled up over. "Look Darling the disposable has your favourite Barbie Princess motif all over the front and its pink just for my little girl." A childish face was screwed up in a scowl as it was pulled up hairless legs, followed by the now ubiquitous pink, noisy, crinkling, and rustling waterproof diaper cover, which was not as frilly as previous days, even if it had yellow ducks printed across the plastic. Baby was allowed to stand, and the horrid pink baby harness unbuckled, Pet stood sullenly as her nightie was removed, a sudden rush of madness with a thought of escape, but how in a diaper, pink mittens and satin booties. It had to try, its last remaining manliness relied on escape and this was its chance. A quick waddling sort of a run for the door of the nursery. The diapered toddler could never outrun Mummy, even in her heels, but she did not even chase after the toddler, just smiled at the little girls desperate attempt for freedom. Little padded hands could not turn the smooth round brass handle and suddenly the satin bootees with their padding of rounded and smooth satin soles, lost their grip on the carpet, baby landed howling with frustration on her padded bottom. Satin bootees and padded mittens drumming with frustration on the carpet, just as a baby might, tears falling. The hormones and the sedatives were weakening Pets strength and resistance nicely. The diuretics in her nightly milk were weakening her hold on adulthood as well as reality, causing her repeated little accidents, how could the little sissy feel like an adult, let alone a man. In fact Mummy knew there was enough of the diuretic in Pets system from last night feed to be still working today and she might need to get to her Pottie quickly, if she was not to be embarrassed by another little 'Accident'. With ease, Mummy hauled her errant child to its feet, across to the changing table and bent her sissy over it. Mr hairbrush was soon reddening the backs of now hairless little tender thighs, just below the padded diaper. A very tender area, and an easy target. It was a sorry subdued little child that now stood, dejectedly waiting for todays humiliating outfit. How can this woman that seemed to tower over the toddler that, he once considered his wife, could handle him so easily? Why couldn't he fight back, where had all his strength gone? It shouldn't be happening to a man, but he was powerless to stop it. Why couldn't he fight, why was his mind so befuddled? Coming back from the wardrobe mummy held up Pets outfit for the day. Now dear, as yesterday was a little traumatic at the clinic, I thought as a treat you might like something else to wear whilst you play this morning. Look no skirts! Pet looked up but was not pleased, the sissy had mentally prepared for more silly dresses and skirts befitting the little toddler girl they wanted him to be. The latest chosen outfit was a Bubble romper in white and pink satin with a rosebud print all over it, as well as the ubiquitous pink lace trim and satin ribbon. This was something else, a very girly item but more suitable for a 6-12 month old baby. This was getting crueller and even more babyish. A howl of protest came from behind the pacifier. "Now don't be like that dear, this is very pretty, and you can play happily with your toys in this, I thought you would be pleased not to be wearing a skirt and petties for a while. It's very lovely, and in all your new favourite colours. White satin with pink lace and roses all over it. Look it has sweet puffy sleeves with lace edging and a nice high neck with more deep lace, matching the lace around the legs, isn't it sweet? Don't you just love the pink shirring across the front and the band of little pink rosebuds. The embroidered fairies in their pink tutu's prancing across the front are such a sweet touch. Don't snort like that its not very ladylike. And look your favourite deep lace ruffles across the Butt, just like the rumba panties and diaper covers you love so much. I know babies cant read but look at the back just above the ruffles in sweet embroidery, ~ "Mummy's Little Baby ". So cute don't you think? Mothers are so lucky in that they can dress their babies in such pretty things. See the back has lovely little pearl buttons. There are also poppers inside the leg to make is easy for baby to go potties or a change without taking it off. You are going to be a good little girl and no more accidents today aren't you? A Nod, that's good, please try for mummy. You know, you are getting into your role quite well, no attempt and big words today, sucking on your little paci is a good reminder of your new role. Keep this up and you can be Pottie trained soon, and back to big girl panties. Who knows even Mr Wriggly might be better soon, wont that be nice. A wan smile at the thought of his little friend recovering and the child allowed the bubble romper to be pulled up its small frame. Pet even stood to allow the tiny buttons to be done up at the back of the garment. Our little Pet was turned to face the mirror as Mummy tied on a matching bonnet. As with the day before, it was like a Victorian babies peek-a- boo bonnet with a wide brim, which stood out widely at the top and front blocking vision and making seeing at the sides difficult. Like the romper it was white satin with liberal amounts of pink lace and small rosebuds and deep lace frill around the brim of the ultra babyish contraption. For Pet is was as if he was looking out through a tunnel fringed with pink floppy lace, it meant baby was continually turning her head to see what was around her. Looking at itself on the mirror, a small single tear ran down the baby's cheek, this was the ultimate humiliation, a real baby, dressed to its mother's whim. The white satin of the romper bloomed out into a big bubble around the child's rear to accommodate the full padding of the diaper. Unlike the frilly yellow dress of the day before, where the skirts partly hid the diaper, now there was no doubt as to the wearer's babyfied status. The pink frills around the neck arms and legs were horrendous to a male ego, just as they were designed to be, the printed rosebuds were sickening to the remnants of male pride that was left within Pet. The poppers between the legs looked innocent, but to Pet was a sign of embarrassment. Baby clothes were designed for the convenience of mothers, and this outfit was devised to make diaper changes easy. Even though Pet wasn't wearing skirts, this Romper was still so shameful and girly, but and diaper changes would be handled efficiently. When this silly, so called treatment, had started and Pet was dressed as a prepubescent 11-12 year old girl, which was bad enough, but there was some hope of self respect, even some sexy games with Mummy, but all of that was stopped with the introduction of the locked cage and now being dressed and expecting to act like a little girl. Things got worse when he fought being a 12 year old, but was still having manly thoughts and actions, then he ended up as a 6 year old toddler in frilly dresses and silly Barbie panties. Fighting that stage had him regressed to a baby girl, who now wasn't even allowed to speak which was the worst, but why couldn't he resist these girly things. Where had all the manly strength and fight disappeared to? There seemed there was only one was out and that was to accept being a baby. Could Pet do it. The fight was ebbing away, how was it that all these women could handle him so easily as if he was a baby. He seemed to have no physical strength and his will to fight was sapping away as well. The tight elastic around the waist and legs of the diaper covers had a reason, to make a waterproof seal. But this romper was worse, the puffy sleeves cut into little arms and the legs were as bad along with the cutting elastic the silly lace frills which were tickling the inside of his thighs and pulled up high into the child's groin. Mittened hands uselessly tried to make them more comfortable, but another slap to the back of the legs soon stopped that. Pet felt uncomfortable in the new garment and strange between the legs, was this diaper bigger, as a disposable, the child had expected less bulk than the horrid towelling? This was all so confusing. As the little sissy took some tentative steps it realized it was waddling even more as a baby would, with legs splayed. The little thing did not realise that the romper had extra stiffness and padding between the legs to keep the thighs splayed wide apart as a baby might. There would be no closing of its legs today or any day soon, the inner thighs would also be nice and vulnerable to Mummy's hand at any time and walking would be difficult. Pet was expecting the silly harness again, but was led unresisting to the kitchen, mummy holding baby by the wrist as if it was a real child. There was not even a fight as Baby was lifted easily into its highchair, a little padded bottom landing on the equally padded seat. The table lowered and locked in place, babies plastic bib fastened around her neck to protect her pretty new outfit and baby was secure and ready for the morning feeding and unresisting. Pet sat there like a well-behaved baby as mummy fed its mush of a rusk in milk, followed by a bottle of orange juice, much of which fell onto the bib and got spread around babies mouth. The lack of fight left in her little baby was noticeable and Mummy wondered if it was to do with the new girly hormones flooding through her feminised body from yesterdays implants. At least with permanently mittened hands, Pet hadn't noticed the stitches in each buttock, holding in the hormone implants that would already be changing its body and life. Soon the wound would be healed and the little implants sealed inside working their insidious changes in Pets body day and night, just like a girl might generating natural hormones for her girly development. There hadn't seemed to be any visible pain from its little cage today either, so maybe it was not thinking so much as a male anymore, which was good, although not necessary for the outcome Pet expected as a way back to mummies bed. Taking away the remnants of breakfast and wiping the remains of the rusk off Babies face, leaving it sucking on its Juice filled Sippy cup. "Now Mummy has things to do, does my little girl want to go Potty before the day starts? Baby shook her head. "Mmmmm better safe than sorry now lift up." A groan as the padded seat of the high chair was pulled out and it was converted to a Potty chair once again. Whilst baby was raised up the buttons of the romper were undone and the diaper cover and disposable Huggies taken down to the child's ankles. The child sat down now on the cold rim of the potty against its bottom, with Mr Wriggly in its cage pointing downwards. A small whimper and a frown as the cold hit its rear and the knowledge of what was expected of baby. Pet just watched his wife, now Mummy, bustling about the kitchen, its mind numb and confused, not helped by an extra dose of mild sedative in the last bottle of orange juice. It looked around blankly just as a six month old baby might with glazed eyes. The toddlers drug befuddled mind was confused, how was it that every day brought new humiliations, when would its life start getting better again. It seemed an age sitting there whilst the only real adult in the room made a few telephone calls to her office and clients, but eventually the child had to go. Pet was getting seriously worried at how it couldn't hold its bladder anymore. A tinkling was heard in the bowl, followed by a blast of trumpets and music, which made baby start and her eyes open in a scared manner. Mummy just smiled, "Oh I forgot to put the batteries in yesterday, just a little encouragement for my little girl to be good and ask for her potty in time, trumpets and a happy band to congratulate my little girl. Look, for being a good girl you get a Barbie smiling sticker, much nice than a scowling sticker for little accidents isn't it." Pet wasn't happy being reduced to a toddler and having to endure such humiliation each time it wanted to go to the toilet. This potty training was too much. But the child was left sitting there and the Sippy cup renewed with more juice, Little trumpets and the band bellowed out twice more before Mummy had finished her chores. Each time Pet blushed red but couldn't hold back. It just sat there despondent in its potty chair. A small tantrum as the juice was finished and Mummy turned to get Pets hated Paci. "Now, now, do you want to go back to the clinic to see Aunty Sue and Nurse Helen?" This mention of Nurse Helen made a small tantrum into a big hissy fit and some naughty words from the child, who should know better being trapped in the high chair. Mummy was very angry at this outburst, and the insides of Pets thighs were soon very red. "Little girls don't use words beginning with "F", that's very rude and you don't call my sister and nice Nurse Helen names that are only used for female dogs. I think young lady you need your mouth washed out. I can tell you right now, you will be in for a very unhappy morning for that little outburst. You just wait and see. You will be a very sorry little girl indeed by lunch time." Realising its error, Pet was crying and pleading like the child it was so rapidly becoming, but to no avail. A flannel was run under the tap and rubbed on a bar of soap till very white and sudsy. With Horror Pet saw the approaching punishment, but the chair was too sturdy. A nose held with one hand and after a short struggle as baby spluttered for air, the flannel was immediately pushed into its mouth and Mummy made sure the miscreants teeth were well coated with the horrid tasting foam and a thick layer of soap. As the flannel was removed, a new pink Pacifier was introduced as the child tried to spit out the foamy suds, which was quickly blocked by the insertion of the dummy. The ties quickly fastened behind the neck holding the teat in place and the pink mouth guard of the pacifier against unwilling lips to ensure the soap wasn't spit out. Pet choked on the foul tasting suds and as it swallowed, felt the burning soap slide down its throat. "Now child, let that be a lesson and there will be no drinks to wash away the taste, you will have that soap as a lingering reminder all morning. Lets see if a certain little girl wants to use nasty words again by lunch time." Pet burbled though the pacifier, but even less sound came out than usual, she realized that this pacifier was new, thicker and longer than the normal one, and it was full, depressing its tongue. It was most uncomfortable, trapping the soapy suds and making swallowing hard. A wipe of Babies face, replacement of the pacifier meant that Pet was left sitting, with its diaper bunched up around its ankles, as Mummy hummed merrily making her own breakfast, although inwardly she was cursing her elder sister for not coming round and letting her out of this damnable corset, why had she tied the knots so well and at the back out of reach, typical of her elder sister taking control. A quick thought of the dress in the wardrobe, which she was intent on getting into was enough for her to accept the discomfort, forgetting completely her needy toddler, now there were dreams of how she would look for her date. It was odd how Paul and the date for the opera was growing steadily in her mind and making her happy. She felt like a teenager on a first date. A locked up husband was not what a sexy lady needed after such abstinence, maybe Paul was just what was needed right now. She blushed thinking of Paul's hardness as he pressed himself to her for a goodbye kiss at their last meeting, he was certainly willing and was showing what he wanted. With this the child was turned to the TV, still sitting on the pottie chair, diaper still around her ankles and her bottom on the cold rim. With a wicked grin Mummy picked up two new DVD's. "Look dear, new Barbie programs to watch, now what do you want first, 'Barbie a fashion fairy-tale' or 'Barbie Princess Charm School.' The charm school one might be fun, it will be all about the things girls learn to be a pretty lady. No not that one, you want to the fashion one with all the little fairies helping Barbie, that's sweet of you." A DVD of Barbie was one of its least favourite programs but, 'Barbie a fashion fairy-tale' was put in the player and the jingly music started He hated with a vengeance these childish girl programs. Barbie was the worst with the silly voice going on about dresses, fashion and fairies. Pet tried to blank out the silly program and look out of the window, ignoring the silly girly voices and babyish language. But he knew that if he did not concentrate that he wouldn't know the answers if Mummy asked questions afterwards and that would be painful. At least it was better than 'My Little Pony' videos with silly pink and purple horses prancing around with squeaky voices. He tried not to watch, but there was so little else in his new baby life to stimulate and think about, once or twice he had found himself humming to the silly tunes. He had to fight, to save his manhood, he just had to. However mummy being in a bad mood for her little girl's earlier bad behaviour had one more shock in store. Baby could not see Mummy reaching for her IPhone, suddenly the child's world exploded in noise. Out of sight she giggled watching little mittened hands flying to the child's bonnet. The sound track of the Barbie movie seemed to now be inside Pet's head, actually it was being fed by little wireless speakers inside the bonnet. Pet shook her head, but couldn't stop the sound. Now there was no blanking out the soundtrack. The pretty toddler stared at the TV, a face of horror a mouth full of soap and tears falling down her face. Mummy sipped her coffee happily, cleaned up the kitchen and got ready for her day, leaving the little girl with her pretty program, of Barbie and her fairy friends choosing party dresses. Twice more trumpets blew and tunes played as Pet could not help dribbling moistness into the Potty. Returning to her hapless child Mummy was now prepared for the day. There was little protest now when a sorry child was helped out if its highchair, Huggies and waterproof cover pulled up, back into place and the romper pulled down with the little poppers between its legs fastened. Holding Mummies hand for support the toddler was glad to get off the cold pottie seat and was walked to the lounge and towards the patio windows, with its exaggerated toddle. A sexy lady stifled a laugh at the exaggerated Baby waddle of her new little girl caused by the padding between the legs of the romper. A small protest through the pacifier as the large glass doors were pulled back and a blast of fresh morning air hit the little sissy with the bare hairless legs. Pet realised it was expected to go outside, although the garden was surrounded by a large hedge and trees it didn't want to be seen dressed like this, by its old drinking buddies or neighbours. A small struggle and Pet was encouraged onto the patio by a slap to the backs of the legs and lifted up to sit on the table there. Small protests of a confused child as mummy pulled a stiff white material up the child's legs, lifting the child to pass underneath the cloth under its padded bottom and up to the chest, leaving just the line of little rosebuds and fairies of the romper showing above the thick material. Arms were thread through straps, which reached high above out of Pet's bonnet reduced sight. Mummy was doing something behind the little girl and above. Pet struggled to see what was being done above it, the view being hampered by the wide brim of the bonnet poking out. A plaintive wail as the baby was suddenly pushed forward sliding off the table. Worried it was going to land on its bottom on the floor the little sissy cried out, arms flailing and had a very worried face. A little worried face that changed to surprise, as its descent to the floor slowed and it started back upwards, then slowed and went back down again. Mummy grinned widely; suppressing a giggle, Pets face was a sight with wildly waving arms and legs as Pet realised it was harnessed in a baby bouncer on a spring, arms and legs waving uselessly. Mummy couldn't help laughing out loud as the bouncing slowed and Pet scrabbled with her little satin bootees to get a grip, only to send herself off flying again. After a few minutes of enjoyment, well enjoyment on mummy's part, she stopped the bouncing and went back into the house, reappearing a few minutes later with her laptop and work files, placing these on the table. Looking up at her Pet, still mewling at waving arms and legs, she smiled. Little booteed feet found the floor and only managed to set the child off bouncing again. Gurgling on the new bigger Paci. "Now Dear, be a good little girl and let Mummy work, she is behind after yesterday, so be quiet and enjoy the garden, you can watch the birdies on the feeder." With this she gave the child a tug and set her off bouncing yet again. For the next hour mummy concentrated on her work, occasionally looking up to her little charge in a motherly fashion, there was the occasional cry as Pet tried to get a grip on the floor but only set herself off on her bouncer, once or twice Mummy gave a tug to set the motion off which elicited a muted cry of protest. After a while she looked up and wondered at the quietness and noticed that Pet had fallen off to sleep. Sue had warned the drugs and persistent age regression would induce more sleep just as a baby might. Mummy just got on with her work, looking yet again at her mobile to see if anything from Sue. She had already sent 3 texts to her sister, only to get one sharp reply not to bother her in the clinic and that she would be round as soon as possible. A surreptitious hand felt under the baggy jumper, this damned garment was so uncomfortable, although the pain had subsided a little, manicured hands also surreptitiously felt her new curves and neat waist, a size she hadn't had since a teenager, she even felt her new prominent breasts and felt elated. Mmmm she thought that how her neat figure was and how it sent the boys wild when she was sixteen. Even though her husband was so near and sleeping, her thoughts were of Paul and the Date on Saturday. She had never been anywhere so posh as the Opera, and that Dress!!! She just had to get into it no matter what, she felt a naughty warmth once more and thighs pressed together. Pet's fate as a Cuckhold was now almost certain. At this point Pet woke, and spluttered through the Pacifier shaking its head with the taste of soap in its mouth. "Aawwwww what's the matter dear, can the baby girl still taste that nasty soap? A brief nod and a gurgle of something unintelligible being said. A cruel smile as Mummy walked over, something small in her hand. "Oh you can still taste that nasty soap? Good, serves you right! I told you that you would remember all this morning the error of your ways, and you certainly will, now let me adjust your pretty new dummy for you to suck on." With this she held a small rubber bulb to the outside of the Dummy and with a quick pump the rubber teat in Pets mouth got harder and larger, also a fresh taste of soap flooded into its little mouth, causing a look of horror to wash over its face and eyes widened, another dose of burning soapy saliva slid down Pet's throat, causing more discomfort. "Yes dear, that is a special Dummy for naughty children like you, it is filled with soap and has a porous rubber teat so the soap slowly flows out slowly. I think by the time it comes out of your mouth you won't be calling ladies nasty names ever again will you? Is that a shake of the head, good you are learning, children usually do in the end, you just seem to take longer to learn than most little girls." Mummy went back to her work and the crying child eventually dozed back off into nightmares of Nurse Helen and the clinic. She sighed, there was one thing about wearing a corset, for the last hour she had no choice but to sit up straight as her father had always told her. It did wonders for her posture and the way her pert little mounds stood out. Mmmmmmm, maybe when Pet grows up into a girl again she should have one, as part of her future girly development. But Pet had to get herself Pottie trained first and Mummy wasn't going to make that easy, Pet had to learn to accept its lowly new position in the family. Leaving the sleeping child, mummy went to the kitchen to make herself some coffee, the sun was getting up and she was getting hot in this heavy jumper. Settling back to her work and sipping her coffee, thoughts often straying to Saturday evening and Paul. Nice and naughty thoughts that she no longer had for her wimpy ex husband, even if the feminised creature was close beside her, a man in frilly things wasn't thought of a husband or lover anymore. Suddenly there was a frantic movement beside her as arms and legs were waving and the bouncing started again. Muted by the inevitable pacifier, tied firmly in place the sounds were as equally frantic as the babies agitated movements. "Ottie", "Ottie", the baby girl kept crying in desperation through the Paci. A concerned mother, hugged her child and gave it a kiss on its forehead. "Oh what a good little baby girl, you want your Pottie, hold on Mummy will get it for you. " It only took moments for Mummy to come back with an oversized pink Pottie with childish characters on it, but she noticed the Childs mewling's get more frantic, Then a louder cry and Pet slumped down in the bouncer harness, snivelling despondently. It was too late, baby hadn't made it, another demoralizing little accident. My, the diuretics do work well. "Oh dear, let mummy give you a big hug, she is proud of her little baby girl, you did try to hold on and you did ask. Perhaps next time when your not sleeping. Don't worry we will soon have you changed." A baby changing mat was laid out and baby on it, Little poppers between baby's legs on the romper were undone and the garment pulled up to its waist, the diaper cover to the knees and a new diaper added, after a quick wipe of a cloth and fresh baby powder. Pet didn't fight the inevitable now getting used to the routine, knowing a dry diaper was better than a wet one, even if it was so embarrassing being changed by your wife. Pet sucked on her paci to fight away the tears, but that just drew more soap into its mouth. An efficient change and the romper was pulled down, little poppers refastened. There was a little tantrum when the bouncer was offered back, but ventually mummy relented and from almost nowhere the dreaded leather baby harness was produced and soon encircling the child. This time a long set of reins was produced and one end tied firmly to the balcony of the patio. There was to be no running away for this baby. Pet sat on the padded changing mat with legs spread wide, looking plaintively at the tied leash, her little baby mind knew that with the padded mittens there would be no way she could undo it anymore than a real baby could. Inwardly he fumed at the way his life was controlled and so carefully planned and controlled. It seemed that a fate of childish girlyness was inevitable. Maybe if he wanted his precious little friend to work again and get back in Mummy's bed, then this rest might be the way, however crazy it seemed. Not able to spit out its saliva, another globule of burning soap was swallowed down an already sore throat. Upending a box of baby toys on the mat before Pet, Mummy gave clear instructions of what might happen with Mr hairbrush if baby didn't play nicely with her toys and she turned back inside. Pet look dismayed at the colourful building bricks, toy rattle and cuddly soft animals, all suitable for a baby under 18 months. Another look at the tied tether and to its mummy disappearing inside and escape was considered, but rejected. Little padded hands tried to build up the building bricks. Within the house Mummy was humming happily, another milestone in that Pet hadn't made it in its Pottie training, it must feel very sorry for itself at the moment with the potential of getting back to 'Big Girls' panties receding by the day. So happy was Mummy, she almost forgot about the restrictions she was suffering with this corset. The day was heating up and before getting lunch the lady of the house went to get changed into something cooler. Slipping out of the tracksuit top and bottom, she looked at her enhanced figure in the mirror and was impressed in the way this infernal garment held in her but enhanced her bust, giving an overall impression of ore curves than she had for a long time, something new and very sexy. How could Paul know exactly her size? What an odd man he was, so different from any man she had ever known, he seemed to know so much about her, her size, her preferences, it was uncanny in a male, especially one she had only just met and had one dance and one lunch with. He seemed to understand her, very odd. Looking in her wardrobe for something cooler, she at first searched for something that would not arouse Pet, but pulling out a pretty spring dress with a floaty skirt that finished just above the knee, and a small belt to accentuate her new slimmed figure, not something she would normally wear round the house, but today she felt like treating herself, something sexy for her new figure. She suddenly thought, why shouldn't she look good and pretty, its Pet's problem if it still has naughty ideas about her, anyway the little cage would soon stop any banned thoughts a little girl should not be having. Giggling, she slipped into the dress and admired the way it fitted her newly enhanced waist and breasts, she felt a teenager again. Feeling bolder, she chose a pair of medium heeled wedges with red strappy ribbon that wound up her legs almost to the knee. Just like a Greek Goddess she thought as she shook out her hair and ran a brush through her tresses. Why shouldn't she look good even at home, even if there was no man anymore in the house to show off to, so a little mascara and bright red lipstick and she felt better about herself. One last quick twirl before the mirror had her hair and skirts spinning wide, she felt very good, and thought yet again of the upcoming date. One last look in the mirror and a sudden though that Paul would like this look, maybe for the next date after the Opera. A sigh at the constriction of her waist and a curse for her absent sister, all of which were quickly quelled as she looked again at the evening dress hanging on the outside of the wardrobe. She hated the corset, but was starting to appreciate what it did for her figure, one any man would find it hard to resist keeping his hands off such curves, all except a little sissy Pet to whom such pleasures we definitely denied. This lady would put up with the restriction of the corset if it allowed her to wear that dress to the Opera and please her date. A light salad for her, as she suddenly didn't seem very hungry in this corset, with its constriction of her waist. A warm bottle of baby feed for Pet, well she did treat herself to a nice cold glass of wine as well. Pet hated warm milk, but she suspected anything to wash away the soap would be welcome just at the moment. Walking silently across the carpet with the tray, she stopped at the open patio doors, Pet was sat with its back to her seemingly looking into space into the garden. Mummy wondered what was going through the tiny mind of this regressed and sissified ex male. The child certainly seemed to have lost much of its fight, apart from the bad language earlier that morning and the rather humours attempt at escape earlier that morning. The sound of her dainty footsteps on the wooden patio and Pet suddenly found a renewed interest in the toy bricks and started playing with them again. A tray was placed on the table and Mummy returned for babies High Chair, which was greeted with a muted moan of despair as Pet saw it. A short struggle and the little baby girl was firmly ensconced in the chair, the harness quickly fastened to its back. There wasn't even any complaint as the soap filled pacifier was removed and for once Pet grabbed willingly its milk bottle and slurped greedily to wash away the taste of the soap. Mummy grinned, as she sat and munched on her sandwich looking out to the garden, thoughts far away from her silly husband and to someone more powerful and exiting who she would date the following evening. She was fairly convinced how the date would end and that Pets new status as a Cucky would be confirmed. She felt exhilarated and exited at submitting to Paul's obvious desire for her. Pet finished its milk and put the bottle down, it was happy not to have that silly rubber teat in its mouth for a few blissful minutes and kept quiet not saying anything. With the peek-a-boo bonnet the Pet had to turn its head to look at its wife, now tormentor. She looked so beautiful in her summer dress, her skirt riding up and showing her long smooth naked legs with the red ribbon of the sandals winding up her leg. Her breasts looks so round and tempting, he thought about how long it was now since he had caressed them. A sudden tightness from Mr Wriggly's little home and the child let out a sudden cry of pain. A smarting that gave rise to sudden deflation and withdrawal of pain. Mummy looked around at Pets anguished face and a manicured hand shot out and slapped Pets inner thighs a few times. "Oh you silly child! Will you never learn. Little girls don't have naughty thoughts about ladies and you must not either if you want Mr wriggly to ever get better it must rest. That's the second time today you have been naughty, I would have thought a soapy mouth and a spanking would have been enough. Now open up, you silly girl, I was going to let you off this afternoon, but now you can suck on this Pacifier again for having naughty thoughts about Mummy. If you don't fight I will not refill it, I suspect there only a little soap left anyway, enough to remind you for the afternoon on how little girls are expected to behave in this house." A howl of distress from the child, which left an open mouth, just big enough to insert the oversized teat and the ribbons were fastened, ensuring it could not come out. Pet's natural sucking motion pulled some of the remaining soap out of the porous teat giving a grimace from the horrid taste. "Not nice, well serves you right. Doc Sue said you might still try and have thoughts above your station in life. She has prescribed something to help you think nice baby thoughts." Pet was confused, what was she talking about. Whatever it was he knew he wouldn't like it. Mummy reached for her IPhone, and red manicured fingers started clicking away. Was she texting her sister to come round, or even worse, Nurse Helen. Pet was getting worried, locked in the wooden prison of a high chair. He was straining his head around to see what she was doing. Mummy looked up with an evil grin. "Have a nice afternoon dear." With this she hit a button on the phone. Pet's world once more exploded into sound, a sickly sweet rhythmic voice in its ears. A female voice was reciting a nursery rhyme, 'Hickory Dickory Dock.' Mittened hands flew to the ears of the bonnet, but Pet could not feel anything or stop the sound. Wide pleading eyes looked at Mummy, and she was smiling saying something, but the only thing the child could hear was yet another Nursery rhyme, this time Incy wincy spider. She pointed to the IPhone, it was obvious it was sending the rhymes via wireless to the little speakers hidden in the bonnet. There was no escape from the silly rhymes blaring into Pets ears and bouncing incessantly inside in its increasingly childlike mind. Mummy went back to her work, whilst pet slumped down in its chair as much as the harness would allow. Yes another Rhyme starting. Mittened hands reached out for the phone, but it was quickly moved out of babies reach. Another dollop of soapy liquid rolled down pets throat and tears fell, how much worse could this life get. The unctuous tone droning on with the Rhymes, never seemed to stop, reciting things Pet had forgotten since childhood first time round. One after another, in sweet rhythmic tones Little Bo Peep Mary Mary Quite contrary Polly put the kettle on Sleep little one sleep The wheels on the bus When I was one I sucked my thumb I am a Little Tea Pot After the 'Little Tea Pot' it was back to 'Hickory Dickory Dock' again and Pet realised it was on replay, never to stop till Mummy cancelled it. Little padded hands beat on her ears, eventually giving up and slumping with hands hanging limply beside her chair. Mummy looked up at the despondent child, tears falling down her little cheeks, a head shaking trying to dislodge the noise, but the Bonnet was firmly tied on. The pretty lady, turned back happily to her work, leaving her child to listen to the pretty childish Rhymes. She thought a few days and nights of this and pet will know the rhymes by heart. These subliminal messages along with the girly hormones were aimed at totally reducing the wimp of her husband to a life of frilly girly-hood for good. After over an hour's productive work, Mummy's Phone bleeped. At last, a Text from Sue to say she would call around after work. A sigh of relief, getting out of this restrictive garment was in sight, but the thought of how she would look on Saturday night in that divine dress went through her mind, and there was only one way she was getting into it and the pain of this damn corset had to be endured. She wanted to be the Belle of the Ball and look her best for Paul. It was odd she was having feelings she never had for her silly husband. Hands went slowly down her new cruelly sculpted figure, she felt so young again. Looking across to her, little charge she almost felt a pang of pity. Pet was slumped in its high chair, looking despondent, the floods of tears stopping with only a small tear falling down her cheek. Little eyes looked sleepy. She looked at her phone, she had left it on repeat and it showed playing 'I'm a little tea pot' yet again, This must be the fourth or fifth time round, poor thing. The pity soon disappeared when she thought of how she has been treated by this beast as its wife of the last few years, and she was sure it had been cheating on her, that would never happen again. If the trip yesterday had fixed Pets feminine fate with the hormone implants, today would be a defining moment in its regression to accepting its little girly state. She suspected the 'accident' proving Pottie training had a way to go, combined with the soapy punishment, and now the tunes going round in its tiny brain, would convince it that this was its life now. Doc Sue had said that after a few hours of these rhymes pounding away in the child's head, Pet would not be able to think properly. From now on these tunes would accompany pet to sleep and be playing in the background subliminally throughout the night. Within a few days she would know all the tunes by heart. Looking at the sleepy child, she turned down the volume to background to let the child sleep. A wry smile, as she looked at the despondent child, who now looked totally broken. She suspected the little cage wouldn't be troubling the little girl any more today. A giggle as she thought that even if she stripped off her dress and danced provocatively in her new sexy undies in front of Pet there would probably be no reaction. A mixture of hormones and humiliation doing their job, just the state she wanted for the wretch. Sexual thoughts of women should never be on its mind again, especially of her, those days were long over. Mr Wriggly wasn't meant to get better that was never in the plan. She let the child sleep in its chair whilst she finished her work. She looked at her watch, 4:30 and a good days work completed, her boss would be pleased. Pet was still sleeping and she put her laptop and papers away. Just at that moment the doorbell range and she dearly hoped it was Sue. As she opened the door, the doorway seemed filled by large Black man, who took her breath away with his height and muscular build, peering from behind was a rather more diminutive Doc Sue, not that she was small but just in comparison to this tall muscular male. "Hi Sis, this is Joshua, I told you about him, he is an professional Makeup Artist, just what you want for Saturday." Both barged into the house, leaving Mummy aghast at this intimidating man who would be doing her makeup, and a large intimidating man as well. "W. w. w. well, I was just going to feed Pet and put her to bed." "Oh that's no problem, I will feed Pet, where is she, you two go into the bedroom and discuss Saturday. I will get dinner ready as well, you will stop for a bite with us, wont you Joshua?" Mummy mutely pointed to the Patio and saw her sister starting to disappear. A sudden cry, "Sis, stop YOU have to unlace me. NOW!!" The ultra professional doctor didn't even turn round, she just shrugged. "Don't worry, Joshua has worked on many historical TV and film productions, he is an expert in such things as corsets. Anyway don't worry, he is Gay, that's why all the actresses love him." With this she walked out to the Patio leaving her younger sister open mouthed at the thought of being seen undressed by this large male she had only just met, but suddenly the thought that he was Gay was somehow safe. "Are you?" she said timidly. A big wide grin of white teeth in the middle of a black face, "Oh Yes, Paul and I, well she likes to be called Sandra now, have been together for six years." Two plucked eyebrows hit the roof with surprise. Her mind was in a whirl, but she led the way into the bedroom, Joshua following. She could just hear the grumblings of a little girl being wheeled to the kitchen by Aunty Sue, before Joshua closed the bedroom door. "Right, lets have a look at this corset that is troubling you", was the voice behind her right ear as she felt the zip of the dress being pulled down. The cry was muted as large black hands pulled the dress off her shoulders and down with surprising delicacy, before she knew it the dress was around her ankles and she was stepping out of it. Joshua's size and bulk seemed to fill the room and loom over her, but he just took her dress to the wardrobe, took a hanger and hung it up as if it was a natural thing for a man to do. Then without asking he took out the evening gown for Saturday, looked it up and down and hung it up on the outside of the wardrobe. He seemed to be taking over. Turning to see his new project he saw a pretty brunette with her hair in a pony tail standing with one arm across her breasts and another covering another groin. Another big wide smile. " don't worry Hun, I have seen many actresses and stars in their undies, how else do you think I do their makeup before they get dressed and go on stage. Now drop those hands and lets see what I have to work with." Reluctantly two hands fell to her sides and she found she could not look Joshua in the eye, with embarrassment. She was used to men, mentally undressing her, but this was something different. Acute embarrassment seemed to be the order of the day in this household, with her babyfied and sissified husband in the kitchen, humiliated and embarrassed, being force fed baby food by her sister, and Mummy standing embarrassed in sexy underwear in front of a large black man she didn't even know. Her sister was undressing pet and she was being undressed by a strange black man. Even the irony of the situation in that Pet was in a harness and strapped into a chair and she was felt harnessed and strapped into a corset was at this moment lost on her however, as this stranger looked her up and down as if analysing her. He moved forward and turned her around so her back was to him, his hands ran intimately up and down her corset feeling it. She shivered at the unasked intimacy. Joshua's verdict was as coldly clinical as her sister, Doc Sue might be with a patient. "Mmmm nice figure, good bone structure and well proportioned legs. We need to work on that hair though, I suggest a suggest a sophisticated updo for the opera, you have enough length, but some lighter highlights to accentuate the nice glossy brownness of your hair would be good." Turning her back to face him, taking her chin in his hands he turned he turned her head one way and another, examining her coldly. "Good cheek bones we can do something with, but those eyebrows need work." The target of this clinical analysis was shocked, she was proud of her eyebrows, he however mover coldly downwards. Look at the cruel device, tormenting her middle he smiled. "Mmmm, wow, that's expensive, usually in films and on TV they wear plain corsets under their costumes, that ones sexy and meant to be seen, expensive as well. Only pop stars like Rhianna and Madonna wear such garments on stage." I love that lilac silk of the busk under the black lace, I think we can work with that as a colour scheme for your eyes, lips and nails. Very subdued but sophisticated and sexy. The dark lilac will go well together, I suppose your date will be seeing the matching set? Mummy just blushes at the insinuation that Paul would be undressing her. Now lets get you unlaced and you can have a quick shower whilst I get ready." Blushing deeply at the personal comments, but flattered at how expensive this lingerie was. She stood compliantly but pleased as Joshua unlaced her. She breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed her now reduced middle, oblivious of the fact that she was standing in her own bedroom in front of a strange male, only wearing skimpy panties and making no effort to cover herself. "Now, go and shower and I will get my things ready so we can make plans for your date." A not so playful slap to her rear by a large hand, gave rise to a yelp and she scurried off girlishly to her bathroom. It was odd how he was taking command in her own bedroom, but a quick look at the dress for Saturday and a thought of her wearing it for her date with Paul, made her accept almost anything to look her best. There was no thought of the sissy baby in the kitchen, which now had baby food down its bib, and was reluctantly drinking orange juice from a sippy cup. Ten minutes later, a refreshed young lady appeared from the shower, a towel around freshly washed hair and larger towel around her middle protecting her modesty. She looked around the room and saw Joshua's toolbox, open on the bed, the sort of thing a builder might carry with screwdrivers, hammers and nails. Only in his case there was the largest collection of cosmetics she had seen outside of a beauty shop. All this was owned by a man, and a large Gay black man as well. It all seemed so odd. She was even more shocked to see he was going through her dressing table and her own cosmetics, especially when one lipstick flew across the room straight into the waste basket followed by one of her favourite foundations. With a professional eye, Joshua didn't even look up as he threw more of her things in the bin. "You have some good quality make up here, good choices, but you must throw them away after six months, they do have a sell by date you know." With this another lip gloss hit the bin. She couldn't argue, knowing he was right, but could see a new shopping trip to renew her cosmetic collection was on the horizon. This was going to be expensive. Finishing stripping her own cosmetics box, he turned to his new project ~ Her!! "Right, lets see what we have here." With that he whipped the towel from around her middle, giving rise to a muted squeak, as she didn't want to upset Pet. She was naked and felt small and vulnerable, as he looked her up and down. He turned to the lingerie drawer, which was already open; obviously he had already been in there. A place even Pet never went, even when it was more manly, now Pet had her own undies draw of more frilly things, but she was not allowed silk and lace, just Barbie princess undies. Joshua held up the black and lilac thong that matched the corset and was delivered the day before with the outfit. "I assume you will be wearing this on Saturday?" She was horrified that he was going through her underwear and being so personal. The thong looked so small, delicate and feminine hanging from his large male hand. A nervous nod, and blushing cheeks gave agreement, a hand covered her groin. " Well Kitty had better go then. You have less than 48 hours to get smooth down there." Now she was red all over with embarrassment and shocked at being told to shave herself, by this stranger, but inwardly she knew he was right. She was proud of her little bush, which she kept neatly shaped for her normal panties and a bikini. But for this one she reluctantly accepted kitty needed to be shaved. She just whimpered "OK", and wondered what Paul might think of her being smooth and hairless down there, if he got that far. It was something she had never done even for that silly husband of hers. She wondered what it might do to its little cage if Pet caught sight of her shaved Kitty. The professional makeup artist led his unclothed charge to the chair by the dressing table and started to look at styles for her hair. Getting immersed into the discussions and opportunities to look stylish, she soon forgot she was totally naked and happily entered into the discussions. Then Joshua brought out various eye shades and a duo of lilac and purple were chosen along with a darker blusher than she would have chosen and a lipstick that was a dark purplish red. Joshua did a quick test of colours and even in a few minutes under this professional hand she looked better than she would achieve herself. Siting whilst a man did her mascara and eye liner was an odd feeling but she was already feeling more comfortable under Joshua's gentle but large hands. She could see how actresses would trust him. The door opened. "Wow little sis, you look good already, you almost look grown up". A grin and a little tongue poked out at her older sisters teasing. Up till now the younger sister had her back to the mirror whilst Joshua worked his magic. Turning to look at her reflection she was awe struck. In just thirty minutes he had transformed her into a sophisticated chic lady of style, her hair piled up high in a mass of curls, eyes looked more dramatic and somehow with a subtle blusher he had brought out her cheekbones. A darker shade of lipstick that she would usually use gave elegance, just right for a ball or the opera. Joshua, the total professional, just shrugged. "Its only a start and a test, I will use this as a basis for your date, don't worry it will be better. We will need much more time on Saturday to get it right, especially if we are going to do highlights in the hair. What time do you leave here on Saturday?" A mouth opened to reply, but Doc Sue was already there and taking command. "Paul's driver will be picking her up at 4:00 pm, for drinks before the opera". A quizzical face, how did her elder sister know that, she didn't remember seeing anything about it on the note? Why was her sister butting in all the time, she seemed to be taking over, this strange man was taking over. This was her date. This was her special day. But she had no time to protest as Joshua replied first, but strangely he seemed to be speaking to Sue, as if the most important person on this date was not involved. "Well I will need at least six hours if I am going to get the hair right as well as her makeup, not least in getting the dress right and her laced up properly, I will be here at 10:00, you can get the coffee ready." A muted bystander to this conversation about her looked about her, sat bemused and said meekly, "Oh, I will have to arrange a babysitter early for Pet then." "Don't worry your little head about it sis, its all organised. Nurse Helen is on duty at the Clinic and we have arranged for Pet to stay there till Sunday morning. Pet probably wont like it so we will leave telling her till the last minute. Nurse Helen will pick Pet up at eight thirty on Saturday morning on her way to work, just have her ready with some overnight things. Now, shall we put Pet to bed before dinner, then we can all relax?" Mummy sat opened mouth, everything was moving so fast around her and she felt she was losing control. However she grinned at the thought of Pet staying at the clinic overnight, the little sissy definitely wouldn't like that. Mummy out on a special date at the Opera, looking her best and a big hint of maybe something more in the date for later, whilst Pet would be lying in a crib in the clinic with Nurse Helen. On Saturday it was to be one very exited Lady going out with Paul, and a little sissy girl not so happy staying away from home for the first time. "Doc told me about your Pet, can I see her? I can help put her to bed if you like, I work in a nursery when I am between contracts, I'm quite good with kids." The two sisters looked at each other, and the same thought passed through their minds. Pet hadn't been exposed to another male whilst being in skirts, let alone in her current babyish role, she wouldn't like it. In addition Joshua was much bigger than Pet and black, which wouldn't go down well with what was left of Pet's old male arrogance and ego. The sisters grinned at each other and nodded. Mummy slipped on a bathrobe, it was odd, in a few short hours she now felt at ease being naked around Joshua, but her sissified husband was another matter. The child didn't deserve such excitement and treats as seeing her naked. Mummy entered the nursery first to see that the child had already been wheeled in there, still in its high chair, now turned to the TV watching an episode of 'My Little Pony' cartoon. Pet hated these babyish videos and they were all so girly and pink, especially now there was the new torment the audio was being fed through the speakers in the bonnet direct into her befuddled brain. Still wearing the peek-a-boo bonnet, baby's view was restricted. Mummy moved into its vision and turned down the sound, Pet looked up, it eyes shooting wide open at the sight of Mummy all dressed up in a way he had never seen before, she was beautiful. Even she had forgotten her hair was up and she was wearing the makeup Joshua has so successfully applied. Pet first showed surprise then concern. Bouncing in its chair and fastened by the cute baby harness Pet struggled to get free. Obviously the new sexy Mummy was affecting Pet strongly. However restricted in speech by the pacifier, all that was heard was "Etty, Etty, Ut, Ut Ate?" Then once again mittened hands suddenly went to its groin and a look of pain shot across its little face as the child stopped struggling. The girly hormones coursing through it little body hadn't completely worked yet. Tuning down the headphones so Pet could hear. "Oh dear, you think mummy looks pretty do you? Why thank you, no mummy is not going out on a date tonight, its none of your business and if your little cage hurts, its your own fault. Serves you right." A big pout on a child's face but it couldn't take its eyes off mummy, he had never seen her like that, even when they got married. Then Sue moved into its vision and pet scowled, seeing the nemesis of its frilly childish fate. "Hello little one, look we have brought someone to see you, wave a little handy to Uncle Joshua." He hated being talked to like a baby by his wife's sister, despite giving the image of a big baby dressed in her pink and white bubble romper, bonnet, mittens and bootees, not to say the pink harness and pacifier that Pet presented outwardly to its small world. However the child moved her head around to see who his sister-in-law was talking about. Baby got a big shock. A big tantrum burst out as Pet saw this big black figure looming over her. The chair rocked as she tried to get out and burbled unintelligibly, little pink satin hands and feet flailing uselessly. It may have been normal for a little girl to be frightened by a strange black man looming over her so suddenly, but for Pet it was much more this was the first time he had been seen in girly things and as a baby girl. The fact that he was black and big did nothing for easing Pets humiliation. Sitting there in diaper, sucking on a paci, whilst this man was standing rather too close to his wife did nothing to help calm down Pets tantrums Once again, the child's tantrum increased, until Sue bent over a slapped the child's exposed inner thighs, several times on each leg. "Be quite Child, is that how a little girl is expected to behave in company?" Pet quietened a little but a mittened hand pointed at Joshua. It was quite funny listening to baby trying to make itself understood through the large pacifier filling its mouth. The pink mouth guard of the Dummy bounced as did the little ring, which fastened the ribbon to its Romper. Baby seemed quite desperate, not being able to pronounce nouns was amusing to the onlookes. "Ooo, Oooo, Ont ate im, Ant o ot it im" Doc Sue interpreted the infantile outburst first as 'No, No, Don't date him. Cant go out with him'. "Child, you are in no position to tell mummy what to do, I would have thought you might have learnt that by now." The infant really thought Mummy was going out on a date with Joshua. More slaps to Baby's inside thighs, which were now getting quite red. "Child, Babies do not tell their Mummy's what to do and who they go out with. Joshua is helping Mummy look good, and not that it is any business of a little girl but Joshua is gay, and has a boyfriend who likes dressing in pretty things, just like you. Pet stopped struggling and staring at Sue, so much to take in. This man was gay and likes boys in dresses, suddenly Pet was very scared. Pet tried to back away and look invisible her high chair. As she looked from Mummy to Sue a little tear started to fall, this was so confusing for its childish little hormone ridden mind. Joshua knelt down in front of Pet and all the child could see through the tunnel vision of the bonnet rim was a big black face and lots of white teeth grinning closely to the child's head. A finger tickled Pet under the chin. "Oooh, what a pretty little girl, Cooochy Coochy Coo." Pet didn't like this at all, and almost automatically lashed out with a pink booteed foot towards Joshua, but a large black hand caught an ankle and stopped pet in her tracks. Holding Pets leg out wide, the other black hand shot out and slapped Pet on an already red and sore inner thigh. Pet screamed out with shock and pain, tears welling up in little plaintive eyes, the slap was harder than any before and the large hand made a bigger mark. "I think the baby is getting cranky, she must be tired, best we get her to bed." Stated Joshua, who without waiting unfastened the tray and the safety strap between the child's legs that prevented her from slipping down, The straps from the baby harness fastening her to the seat were undone and allowed to fall slack. A small cry as Pet was unable to resist Joshua's size and strength as she was lifted from the seat and sat on the changing table. Mummy and Sue giggled at what must be so humiliating to the ex-man to be handled by another male, but it was to get worse for Pet. There was only small resistance of Joshua taking control, which was quickly met by another slap of a black hand where the previous one had landed and Pet quietened down, she sat whimpering like the baby girl she was rapidly becoming. Pet tried yet again to close its legs to protect its defenceless inner thighs from these slaps, but the wide diaper and the extra stiffness of the romper suit in that area stopped her legs closing, leaving a vulnerable area. Mummy thought that was quite appropriate for such a wimp! Quickly Baby was stripped of her bubble romper and Sue had ready a pretty nightie, which was lowered over Pet's head. A Pretty satin number with a high neck and long puffy sleeves, but hardly long enough to cover the diaper. It was covered with the now obligatory lace and pink ribbons and bows, across the front were emb