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"Honestly, George," his wife Maya said testily. "You make everything so
difficult."
He sat there on the couch, an average looking guy, with a nervous
expression on his pale soft face. "But I don't understand why you would
invite him to come here. Kurt bullied me in school and, well, you
remember what happened at the class reunion."
"I sure do," she said with a nasty grin. "He pushed you around, made you
drink half a dozen cups of punch, and then wouldn't let you go to the
men's room. You spent the entire evening trying not to piss yourself."
"So why would you invite him to our home?"
"Well, he sounded lonely when he called me. And I was flattered by all
the attention he paid me. Besides, he's a lot of fun."
"But... I mean..."
"Listen," she said reasonably. "If he starts to get out of line I have a
simple plan to avoid trouble. So why don't you just relax and enjoy the
evening?"
"I..." He thrust out his lower lip. "I'll try."
"Good boy. Oh, and I need you to run out and pick up some snacks and a
couple bottles. There's a list on the kitchen table. You should go
right away, unless you want Kurt to get here and find me alone."
"No!" he blurted. "I'll leave now."
"That's my big man. I'll see you when you get back." After he had
rushed out the door she said to herself, "Or rather WE'LL see you then."
George rushed around and almost got into a fender bender, but he bought
the food and drinks she wanted and was home again in less than 40
minutes. The only problem was that Kurt's flashy car -- the same one
he'd driven in the old days -- was parked in the driveway. Parking at
the curb, the upset husband got his purchases together and hurried up the
front walk, almost dropping the bag with the liquor in it. He let
himself in and could hear his wife and his old rival chatting. He
remembered when he had been dating Maya, after graduation, how she had
repeatedly gone out with the other guy, even after George had proposed to
her, though before she accepted.
Puffing slightly, George went to the den and found them on the low couch,
sitting very close to each other. Maya's hair was a bit mussed, which
her husband didn't like. And she was straightening her blouse, fastening
the top button. She patted her hair and smiled sweetly at her husband.
Kurt got up, reminding George just how tall and broadshouldered he was.
The big man stepped forward and held out his paw of a hand. When George
accepted it, Kurt squeezed hard, making George wince. Worse, the visitor
didn't let go, but kept applying pressure.
With a laugh, the bully said, "Give up, Georgie Porgie? Say 'uncle'?"
"I can't... I won't... OW. Hey, let go."
"Not until you say it."
"O... okay. Uncle."
Kurt gripped George's hand even more firmly. "Now say 'aunty'."
"A... aunty."
"And 'I'm a wimp.'"
George glanced at Maya, who was watching with interest but not concern.
He held out for another ten seconds before he whimpered, "I'm a wimp."
Kurt released his sore hand, chuckled, and said, "Same old George.
Always good for a laugh."
"Listen, this is MY home and you can't act like that when you're here."
"Hey," Maya said, "it's my home too. Right?"
"Well... yes."
"And Kurt is my friend, too." She put her hand on Kurt's muscular thigh.
"So don't snap at him like that. He was just having some fun."
"I'm... sorry," George said, even though that was exactly the wrong thing
to say.
"No problem," Kurt told him. "Maya and I were just talking over old
times. Reliving some fond memories, if you know what I mean."
George didn't know how to respond, so he said nothing. Meekly, he asked
them what they would like to drink. They wanted seven-and-sevens. Maya
told him she didn't want him drinking anything, not with the way he had
just acted. Kurt waited to see if his old victim would stand up to his
bride, but George backed down. He went off to the kitchen to get the
others what they wanted. When he came back, Maya wore a mischievous
expression.
She accepted the glass, took a sip, and said, "You know, Georgie, I was
telling Kurt that you've toughened up. I even made a bet with him. I
said you could beat him in arm wrestling. To make it interesting I said
that the winner gets a kiss from me. So you'd better win, lover."
The already worried husband felt ill. He let them lead him to the
kitchen, where Kurt got up against the breakfast island and put his elbow
on it, offering his hand for the contest. In a daze, the husband got on
the other side and assumed the same stance. Their hands met and locked
together. Maya counted down from three and the struggle began. Kurt
didn't seem to be putting any effort into it as he held George where he
was. Then the strong man pushed slightly, making the other lose inch by
inch. George fought to keep from being bested, but Kurt gave a sudden
shove and George's hand was slammed down hard, cracking his knuckles
against the hard surface. George yelped and had to fight back tears.
Cheerfully, Maya said, "Best out of three."
Her spouse was humiliated again and then Kurt had them switch hands, and
easily defeated his opponent once more. Now both of George's hands hurt.
Maya said, sounding invitingly seductive, "Time to collect your prize,
Kurt."
She opened her arms. George gaped at her. He loved her full figure,
those big round boobs, that backthrusting bottom, and those full but
shapely legs. Kurt wrapped his arms around her and she went up on
tiptoes, her head tilted back, eyes lidded and plush lips parted. Their
mouths met and they kissed with passion. It lingered on and on. George
got so offended that he forgot himself and grabbed Kurt's arm. He tugged
and the couple ended their kiss, but Kurt wasn't happy about it.
He put his hands on George's narrow chest and shoved hard. The contest's
loser stumbled backwards and tried to regain his balance. Kurt followed
and, the instant George was standing up straight, punched him in the
stomach. George double up and Kurt grabbed him by his longish hair. He
slammed him against the wall, making the back of his head hit with a
thump. Then he undid George's belt, opened his fly, and yanked his pants
and shorts down around his ankles. Unable to walk, dizzy, and scared,
the homeowner stood there while his old rival pinched both his cheeks
hard, leaving them reddened.
Then Kurt said, "You ruined that first kiss so it doesn't count. I get
another one, along with some interest."
He embraced Maya and they kissed deeply. It was plain that they were
using their tongues. He even let his hands slip lower to stroke the
woman's jutting backside. When George dared to reach for them, Kurt
effortlessly caught his hand and bent back his index finger. He held it
like that, making George whine and choke, while still kissing Maya. At
last the kiss was over. When Kurt let go, George held his fingers
against his shoulder, covering and protecting them with his other hand.
Maya sighed. "Alright, Georgie boy. I told you I had a plan in case it
came to this. Do you want Kurt to keep smacking you around, or do you
want to try what I came up with?"
"Your plan," he gasped.
"Fine," she said. "I kind of figured you would, once you were standing
there with your pants down and your little dingus on display."
Belatedly, George reacted to having his genitals exposed. His penis and
balls were shamefully small and his fine blond pubic hair was almost non-
existent. He instinctively covered himself with both hands. His wife
laughed wickedly.
She said, "Part one of my plan is that, rather than beat you up, Kurt can
just give you a spanking. A long hard one. Now get out of your shoes,
socks, pants and shorts."
Stunned, but afraid that Kurt would attack him again, the shaken man did
as he was told. When the removed clothes were set aside, his wife
mentioned that she had something for him to cover up with after he had
been given a prolonged spanking. Before he could question her, Kurt
grabbed him and dragged him across the room to a wooden chair. The rough
man sat, dragged his prey across his lap, and raised his hand.
"Any last words, wussy?" Kurt wanted to know.
"Please, don't hurt me any more. You can have another kiss. You won the
contest. But please, don't... spank me."
Maya said, "No way. You earned this, sweetie. You showed what a sissy
you are. And now you have to take your medicine. Swat him, Kurt."
She leaned down and gave her former lover a hot kiss. When she stepped
back, Kurt surprised his victim by suddenly delivering a powerful smack
to his upturned bare backside, making George yell. Before the helpless
husband could recover he was being sturck over and over, his backside
being set afire. In spite of himself, George kicked his legs and wailed.
Kurt didn't relent. Maya looked on with glee. George began to cry.
There were several time-outs so Maya and Kurt could kiss. By the time
his tormenter was done, after about three dozen blows, George was weeping
uncontrollably.
Maya said, "I was afraid it would come to this. That's why I got some
other things for my big baby of a husband. Let's go, crybaby. Lose the
rest of your clothes."
Kurt dumped George off his lap and onto the carpet. As if nothing odd
had happened, the arrogant man retrieved his drink and took a swallow.
He sneered at George, who was sprawled on the floor. It took only one
glaring look from Kurt to start George unbuttoning his shirt. He was
soon up on his knees, stark naked, his weak body shown off. His bottom
cheeks were blazing red. Kurt made him turn his back and bend forward
slightly, to show them off. Maya went behind the sofa and came out with
two shopping bags. From the first she took a box of adult diapers, baby
powder, and lotion, which she lined up on the sofa's cushions. Then she
reached into the bottom of the bag to produce a small blanket, which she
spread out in front of her.
"All right, baby George. Or maybe I should make that Georgina, since you
obviously aren't any kind of a man. Yeah, Georgina it is. Gina for
short." She giggled. "Now get onto your blanket so Mommy can put you
into your diaper."
George's lips quivered and he had to blink back a fresh flow of tears,
but with Kurt standing over him he got onto the blanket. His wife told
him not to lay face down. Uneasily, he got onto his back, his immature
male parts uncovered for all to see, sore backside on the floor. His
wife became efficiently businesslike as she opened the box and took out a
large diaper. She worked it under his hips but left it open. Then she
took lotion and squirted some onto her warm hand. All at once she was
massaging George's undersized penis, which instantly grew bigger, though
still much smaller than average. He squirmed under her ministartions.
"What's the matter, baby Gina? Mommy's not being to rough, is she?
Doesn't her widdle girl like the nice creamy lotion?"
He writhed and moaned. "P... please."
"No-no. I don't want you pretending you can talk like a grown-up. That
would be silly." She took the other bag and rummaged around in it,
coming out with a fat pacifier. To George's disgust, the end of it was
made to look like a stiff cock. She crammed it into his mouth and told
him warningly, "Suck on that, sucker."
He obediently began working at it with his lips. She took more lotion
and used it on his nipples, driving him crazy with need. His little dick
twitched and leaked a drop of clear fluid. She tittered at him and
applied lotion to his balls. Then she sprinkled scented powder all over
him and closed the diaper, fastening it with its adhesive tabs. George
felt idiotic. He also felt unmanned. He couldn't gather the willpower
to even think of fighting back, let alone to actually do anything.
From the second bag his wife took mittens, which she put over his hands
and then tied at his wrists. They had no thumbs, so his fingers were now
useless. Then she placed a pink bonnet on his heat and tied its wide
laces in a big bow under his chin. Next came booties over his feet,
except that there was something inside them that pressed sharply into his
soles. If he stood up, he knew, he would hurt himself. George would
have to crawl. Finally, she produced a baby-fashioned top in his size,
worked it over his arms, and buttoned it up the back. He had no way to
get out of it. And it was pink and girly. Remembering that there was
something else, she took voluminous rubber panties and tugged them up his
legs and over the diaper.
"There. Now Mommy's little angel is already for a nice nap. Come with
Mommy."
Utterly ashamed, he got onto hands and knees and followed her. George
couldn't take his eyes off her sexy bottom as she moved. He passed the
full-length mirror as they entered their bedroom and saw that there were
ruffles around the edge of the bonnet, framing his face. He looked
ridiculous. Maya would never take him seriously again after this
evening. He just wanted it to be over. But there was more to come.
More and worse.
She got a pillow and put it on the floor, telling him to lie there, which
he did. When would that awful Kurt leave? But there he was, following
them into their bedroom. He shouldn't be there. George wanted to object
but he was too fearful to remove the dummy from his mouth. Maya faced
Kurt and licked her lips.
The sexy woman said, "Well, now that there's only one man in the house,
and my husband isn't him, I guess we know who gets all the bedroom
privileges." She snickered. "After all, I can't go to bed with a sissy
baby. Though I'm sure she'd like to breast feed." She turned away from
Kurt and asked him to unzip her. He cheerfully complied, opening her
dress down the back. George saw that she didn't have on a bra. Kurt
reached into the dress and his hands went to the sides of her plump
breasts, gently caressing them. On the floor, with his head on the
pillow, George could only sniffle. His former rival was back and taking
his wife from his once more.
She slipped out of the dress and stood there in only panties. Thong
style panties. Her hands went to the front of Kurt's trousers and she
opened them, freeing his cock. It was long and thick and, as she handled
it lovingly, it kept growing. Soon it was eight proud inches long and
proportionately thick, with a plum-sized head. She sank to her knees and
put her lips around it, sucking greedily, making inch after inch vanish
into her mouth and then her throat, until it was buried up to his weighty
balls. She had never done anything like that for her husband, who was
lying there sobbing behind his pacifier.
Maya delivered oral foreplay that had Kurt grunting with appreciation,
his hands resting lightly on her head. She looked up at him
meaningfully, let his member slip free, kissed his heavy balls, and told
him it was time for bed.
As they got onto the sheets she looked down at George and said, "Now be
quiet, Gina. Mommy has something to do with her boyfriend. We need you
to be a good little baby girl. Otherwise you'll get Mommy mad. You
DON'T want to get Mommy mad."
He curled up, hugging himself, feeling deep shame at being diapered, in a
baby girl top, with that awful dummy in his mouth, and... and...
everything. George could hear his wife and her bedmate kissing, her
sighing and him occasionally making a sound like a throaty growl. It
wasn't difficult to picture what was happening. They were all over each
other, touching everywhere, Kurt sucking on her substantial breasts, her
fondling his enviable tool. The sounds changed. There was a moan of
pleasure from her as he entered, and then the timeless rhythm of
screwing. George bit down on the pacifier to keep from mewling. His
bladder felt full but he refused to even consider using the diaper.
Their lovemaking went on for the better part of an hour. Maya lavished
praise on Kurt. She finished once about halfway through. After that she
heaped insults on her husband and his wretched performances in bed.
They came together at the end, which was when George felt something fail
inside him. Perhaps it was his self-image crumbling, to be replaced by a
new mental image of who he was. He felt less like the man who had
married Maya and more like the spanked, humiliated, diaper-wearer he now
was.
In the morning he awoke with a wet diaper. His wife made a big fuss
about it, making sure he would never be able to forget his 'accident'.
She changed him and again used the occasion to get him aroused and leave
him frustrated and belittled. It went on like that through the weekend.
When Kurt left on Sunday night, Maya was a changed woman. Her
relationship with George would never again be what it had before the
return of Kurt.
Maya went to her husband, who was sitting in the middle of the den with a
baby bottle that he had nearly drained. It had been filled with whole
milk mixed with cream. She told him to lie down and she sat alongside
him. He had on a yellow top with flowers embroidered on its bib front.
Her hand went to his diaper, between his thighs, and her fingers closed.
He groaned softly. His balls were sore and he was desperate for relief.
She gave a few more squeezes and he felt himself grow hard.
"Honey," he whispered. "We need to talk about..."
That was as far as he got before she shushed him. She said, "Like I told
you before, I don't want you pretending to talk like an adult. In fact,
I got something to help you to not make that mistake." She reached into
the diaper bag that had appeared the day before and took something, which
she put into his mouth. "It's called a ring gag," she explained. "After
a while I'll switch you back to your cute cock-shaped pacifier. But for
right now this is it."
George couldn't speak, only make helpless sounds. He felt saliva leak
out of the corner of his stretched-wide mouth. HIs wife dabbed it up and
made cooing sounds. She went back to squeezing the crotch of his diaper,
making him moan and drool. The rhythm she set kept him wildly aroused
but didn't make him ejaculate. His head fell back and he groaned with
frustration. She snickered at his pathetic state and sissyish
appearance.
"That's better, Gina. You're going to have to be Mommy's perfect little
girl. Otherwise, when Uncle Kurt is here, he'll have to spank your
little bot-bot. Understand?" He made an affirmative sound. "That's my
pretty princess. If you behave, I'll put some make-up on your face, like
Mommy uses. Won't that be good?" He gurgled happily, not wanting to
earn himself another spanking. "And you have to understand that Uncle
Kurt will be here a lot. Right?" He made a mournful sound. "Aw, don't
be jealous, Gina. If you get Mommy upset, she might forget to change
your pee-pee diaper for a day. Or two. Ewww."
She continued toying with the front of his diaper. He arched his back
and she chuckled at his lack of control This had all turned out to be so
easy. Regulating him and turning him into an adult baby appealed to
something deep inside her. She loved it. And there were so many more
games she could play with her defenseless husband. Maya kept up the
subtle tempo of stimulation, making sure it was never quite enough to
cause him to finish. She jerked his hips and she slowed down. He got
himself somewhat under control and she speeded up. Poor George was on
the brink for nearly an hour before she abruptly withdrew her hand.
"And baby had better not play with herself -- EVER -- or Mommy will be
very very angry. Gina will have to get used to just this..." She rubbed
the diaper enough to trigger his urges again. "...but none of that messy
squirting. Only big men like Kurt get to shoot. Babies like Gina only
get to be so so so excited but never finish." She cackled. "Imagine
what that will feel like after a few weeks."
Kurt did visit frequently. He found excuses to spank Gina every time.
Maya contined to feed him bottles of that rich dairy mix, as well as
spooning huge portions of mush, also high in calories, into his mouth.
She didn't allow him to get his hair cut and was soon putting ribbons
into it. Kurt got a used crib, which he put at the foot of the bed.
George was required to get on his knees and hold the rail when the
amorous couple made love, so he could see everything they did and how
much they enjoyed it. Having to watch his gorgeous wife being willingly
ravaged by a superior man, George could only sniffle. Often with a
bottom sore from being spanked and wet from releasing his bladder, he
felt his ego breaking down further and further.
After serveral months George had fully lost touch with his masculinity
and, when Kurt was there, had trouble remembering his adult personality.
He would make baby sounds as he sat on the floor, with them on the couch
watching TV, Kurt freely touching Maya whenever he pleased. George's
tiny penis was frequently stiff. By then he couldn't help getting
excited just from seeing them together. He desperately wanted relief for
his sore balls, but none was forthcoming. His wife loved to use lotion
and powder on him down there, admiring how repeated applications of
depilatory had eliminated all of his pubic hair (as well as what little
he'd had on the rest of his body). She also insisted on lotioning is
nipples, which made his unsatisfied state worse.
The diet she'd put him on had made George gain weight, so that he
appeared even more babyish. Maya found a good source for adult baby
outfits on-line and ordered him several frilly flouncy dresses, making
sure to mention that they were being paid for with his money. She did as
she had said and used cosmetics on him, favoring oversized false lashes,
too much liner, and bright red cupid-bow lips, as well as circles of
rouge on his chubby cheeks, so that he looked like a doll. Kurt had a
friend who was a woodworker build a highchair, except that it had short
legs, so that when George was put in it he had to look up at his 'Uncle'
Kurt and 'Mommy' Maya.
She rigged up a plastic pouch so that it hung slightly higher than her
spouse's head while he was in the chair. From the pouch a tube extended,
ending in a nozzle that was put into George's mouth and then held there
by attached straps that buckled behind his head. With the tray of the
chair locked in place he was powerless to do anything except suck the
mush in the bag until it was all gone, which took over an hour. The
stuff was bland and, he knew, fattening.
Kurt moved in and George was no longer allowed to go to work, or even to
leave the house. He was their 'baby' full time. His bride declared that
he had an unhealthy interest in his genitals, so she obtained a chastity
tube and locked it on him, wearing the key on a chair around her neck, so
that he saw it everytime he stole a peek at her tempting cleavage. She
began 'breastfeeding' him, having the sexually deprived man suck on her
nipples, which got her stimulated and left him with his balls throbbing.
There was even something she insisted was a medical device, but which he
knew was a butt plug, that she regularly lubed and inserted into his
bottom. It could be made to vibrate, which drove him to distraction.
Often she would put him down for an afternoon nap, turn it on, and leave
him like that while she chatted with Kurt on the phone, making sure to
talk a lot about sex while her husband listened.
Over time she built an extensive wardrobe for him, including ruffled
panties, onesies, T-shirts with cartoon art on them, and plenty of
dresses that were designed to hamper him, like one that had no sleeves
and was impossibly tight over his legs, all the way to his ankles. When
he was crammed into that one he could only crawl around the house like an
inchworm. There was a panal over his bottom that could be removed so
that his buttocks were exposed, which Maya took advantage of with a
sorority-type paddle Kurt had gotten her. On the paddle were a series of
X and O's, signifying hugs and kisses, though George hardly thought of
what it delivered in those terms.
One day Maya sat on the floor and called, "Gina, sweetie, come to Mommy.
I have something to tell my baby boobah. Come here, darling."
He crawled dutifully to her, which wasn't easy because he was in yet
another of his baby-bondage outfits, this one holding him with his knees
against his chest and arms behind his back, with only enough wiggle room
for him to move forward as slowly as a snail. When he at last reached
his wife she tilted him on his side so that his head was in her lap.
Maya bared one heavy boob and slipped the nipple into his waiting mouth.
He began to suckle immediatly. She reached into his diaper and started
the butt plug vibrating.
"What's happening, little Gina, is that Uncle Kurt is taking Mommy on a
vacation. But we can't bring our baby girl along. So we found a nice
lady who is going to take care of you. Isn't that good?"
Worried, but knowing better than to try to express his concerns, George
kept mouthing the nipple, which had grown stiff, and just nodded
slightly. She fussed with the big bow on top of his head. The
combination of having the end of her breast between his lips and having
that sex toy buzzing inside his butt made him writhe with need.
"The lady who's going to take care of my Gina will be here any minute so
you can meet her. I even left the front door unlocked so she can come
right in. Because she's a nice lady and I trust her." They heard
someone entering the house. Maya called out, "In here, please, Tanisha."
George's eyes went wide as a busty Black woman, tall and with very short
natural hair, strode into the room. She was dressed in black slacks that
hugged her full hips, bottom and thighs, and a snug top, plus leather
riding boots. His penis, which had already been trying to erect inside
its cramped prison, gave an extra surge. Tanisha smiled down at him with
a mixture of desire and cruelty.
The impressive woman said, "Just look at that yummy cutie. I am going to
have SO much fun taking care of her. I can think of all sorts of
activities for us to share."
"Well," Maya told her, "like I said before, we trust you totally.
Whatever you think is good for Gina, just go ahead and do it. You're the
boss, Mistress Tan... I mean, Tanisha. Aunt Tanisha, if you'd like."
"Whatever," she said, grinning now. "And I'm sure that when you get back
in two months, Baby Gina here will be a new girl. I'm going to make all
kinds of changes in her. And have fun doing it."
"Lovely," said Maya. "Kurt will be thrilled. How about if you move in
tonight."
"Perfect. Like I told your man, I need a place to stay and I'm happy to
trade my... services... for the use of the house."
"And like we agreed, you'll be well paid, too. In fact, it will be all
the money that's left in my missing husband's personal accounts. It's a
shame he's gone, but we have Baby Gina to make up for it. She even
reminds me of him, in some ways."
The two women laughed and George could only gaze up at them, filled with
yearning lust and deep anxiety.
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