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FROM DAD TO DAUGHTER By "c.c." Okay, for starters, I'm a small man. Not small enough to be thought of as a Little Person, but in my late-20s I'm well under five feet, with a slight build, which my wife calls "petite." Ah yes, my wife: Ava. She's about 10 years older than I, lovely, athletic and BIG! That's right, my wife is older and bigger than me; over six feet tall in fact. Perhaps it's because neither one of us ever fit in that we hit it off so quickly. Or perhaps because we were financially compatible: not "filthy rich" but both wealthy enough that we didn't need to work for a living. Whatever the case, we had a whirlwind courtship and a happy year of marriage until..... But I'm getting ahead of myself. As I say, that first year of marriage was a happy one. Ava had a daughter, Sandra, she liked to refer to as her "college fling." Sandra was in her first year of college, and mostly away at school, but since Ava never married I never had to compete with a "real dad" and the three of us got along well. In fact, the only problem that first year was in the way Ava fused about my appearance. My masculine hair was a turn-off for her, so I obligingly shave my body smooth, then, at her insistence, made it permanent with laser treatments. Ava liked me to keep my hair long... about collar- length... and carefully styled, so I went regularly to her salon, where I also got a mani-pedi, which I grew to enjoy! But then there was the matter of my attire. Ava bought me a lot of rather tight-fitting, almost effeminate pants and shirts, and if I didn't wear them she'd get moody (just a little, you understand) so I wore them just to please her, along with the tight shoes with rather elevated heels, and the sheer stockings of course, because the tight shoes wouldn't fit over manly socks. "I just love dressing you up!" She beamed down at me lovingly. "It's like having a little...." She didn't finish the thought, but I understood. Ava had told me while we were dating about the complications when Sandra was born, and how she could never have another baby, no matter how much she wanted one. I reflected on how she loved to cuddle me in her arms and have me suck her breasts. Like a child. A baby. "Ready, Folks?" Sandra's voice interrupted my thoughts. We were going on vacation next week and of course that meant a trip to the Fashion Mall for the women in my life. It was the usual thing: the saleslady fawned over Ava and Sandra, showing them whatever they wanted and applauding their choices while I stood there and let my thoughts wander, thinking of lunch. Then, when the girls had just about bought out the store and it looked like we might be getting out soon, the clerk tuned to Ava. "And will there be anything for your younger daughter?" The laughter of my wife and step-daughter woke me from my reverie. What were they talking about? Ava said to the saleslady, "Just a moment..." and they pulled me aside. "She thinks you're my little sister!" Sandra giggled. "Isn't it wild?" Ava grinned broadly. "Let's see if we can fool her!" "I don't know..." I started. "Aww, c'mon, Daddy," Sandra's eyes pleaded. "Do this for me!" Ava insisted, "It'll be such fun!" And before I knew it I found myself pushed into a dressing room as the saleslady brought in one item after another--of little girl clothing! I didn't care for this at all. In fact I hated it! But Ava and Sandra seemed to have their hearts set on this little joke, and just to please them I went along with it, modeling schoolgirl outfits, sunsuits... and finally a short pink party frock! "It's perfect on you!" Sandra smiled. I didn't think so. I hated the poofy short sleeves, the lace trim all over, and it seemed the flared skirt (held out by sewn-in petticoats) was a bit short, threatening to show off my lacy pink panties, but Ava LOVED it! They put ankle-length white silk socks (also lace-trimmed!) on my feet and squeezed on a pair of pink Mary Jane shoes with a 1" heel. "Ohhh," Ava seemed positively ecstatic. "You lok SO SWEET! You've GOT to let me complete the look!" Well, if she was so delighted, how could I refuse? Reluctantly, like a small child, I let them take me out into the store, where Ava paid for everything (including, it turned out, several other outfits I had tried on.) Then off to the makeup counter where the girls perched me on a stool and Ava told the clerk, "I just want my daughter to see what a little makeup can do for her. Nothing too mature now... And use the ultra-fix." "Don't fidget, Daphne!" Sandra cautioned with a secret smile. Daphne? Where did that name come from? And what the hell was ultra-fix? I sat there patiently, trying not to move my face as the lady worked skillfully, rouging my cheeks, making my lips full and pink, and youthening my complexion. When she finally finished and swung the mirror around, I gasped, my eyebrows, now slightly arched raised high, and my pouty lips wide in girlish surprise. I looked almost like a little girl, except for...... "Now we MUST get your hair done!" Ava beamed. Two hours later, as the three of us walked out of the hair salon, I felt a dizzying loss if identity! Standing there between my Amazonian wife and step-daughter, I looked and felt like a ten-year-old girl! Curly locks framed my childish face, my hands seemed smaller, with delicate pink-painted nails, and every step in my Mary Janes set my short dress flouncing about my smooth bare legs. Sandra had bought me a petite pink satin purse, but the only thing in it was some kids makeup, candy, and an ID card that identified me as Daphne. "Where's my driver's license?" I squeaked, "My credit cards, keys, cell phone...?" "Little girls don't have things like that," Ava said firmly. "Don't worry, just let Mommy take care of everything." "And let's eat," Sandra said, "I'm starved!" There was an elegant restaurant there in the mall, where Ava sand I had dined many times, but now the maitre d' ignored me and addressed all his comments to Ava and Sandra. And when he escorted us to a table, he brought along a booster seat for me--and handed me a kiddie menu! The girls could barely keep from laughing all through the meal as they enjoyed sophisticated entrees while I dined on a hot dog and French fries... and drank milk from a slurpy cup! Back at home (I rode there in the back seat!) Ava held me close, kissed me lovingly and cooed, "Thank you so much for going along with it all, Darling. You can't imagine how much I enjoyed it!" "Anything for my wife." I kissed her back, sensing the unmistakable signs of passion in her body language. "Anything, Sweetie?" Her hand moved across the front of my silly dress, and I felt my member begin to stiffen inside the lacy panties. "Mmmm," I kissed her again, "you know it! ANYTHING for you!" "Even if I asked you to stay like this for a little while? And be my baby girl tonight?" I barely heard her through the rustle of my party frock as she pulled me close, kissing me passionately, but I managed to moan, "Ohhhh yesss!" In an erotic haze, I felt Ava carry me into the bedroom, lay me tenderly down on the satin bedspread and strip me naked. She leaned over, her massive breasts inches from my face... and began to dress me up again! First she sprinkled me with scented powder, then folded a pink silk scarf into a makeshift diaper and pinned it over my smooth crotch. Then she reached into the trove of today's purchases and slipped a long white satin nightgown over my head and down my body. It was long-sleeved, nearly ankle length and trimmed with red satin ribbons, which she tightened around the neck and cuffs, then at the bottom, effectively imprisoning me in the thing! Gently but firmly, she crossed my arms in front of me and tied the ribbons at the cuffs to loops at my waist, making me helpless as she slid pink silk booties on my feet and some kind of bonnet on my head, tied under my chin. Now, watching me sensuously, she slowly stripped out of her street clothes and into a sexy nightie of see-through black silk, trimmed in peek-a-boo lace. The sight of her spilling out of this fuck-bait garment set me squirming on the bed, my silky outfit sliding over the slippery coverlet as I writhed with excitement, practically drooling. Ava smiled down at me, and slowly, slowly popped one of her big firm breasts out of the nightie. "Want some of this, Baby?" Suddenly she was next to me on the bed, wrapping a long, strong arm around my small, helpless figure and pulling me close, closer, moving my face up to her erect and quivering nipple. I placed my lips on it. "Ohhh," she sighed, "that's right, Baby... suck!" I started manipulating her teat in my mouth, roliing my lips. "Mmmmm! Harder!" Her other hand--the one not holding my head to her breast--was down at her crotch, fingers working. I sucked and flicked the nipple with my tongue. "Harder! HARDER!!!" Sucking furiously, I began biting gently as my lips and tongue worked. "Ohhhhh, Yessss! YESSSSSSSS YESYEESYESYESSSSSS!" In the year of our marriage I had brought Ava to climax many times, but never like this. She thrashed about wildly, pressing my little face into her breast till I gasped for air. She kicked her legs, arched her back.... and finally subsided into a deep, satisfied sigh. Which turned into heavy breathing. Her Arm tightened about me as she drifted into a fast, deep sleep! But I was still horny! Pressed up against her breast, I felt my silk nightgown slide over her smooth nightie. Felt the scarf-diaper teasing my little stiffie. I couldn't help myself. And I could barely move! I began gently rubbing my crotch against Ava's sleeping form, loving the sensuous feel of the girlish fabric across my nipples, my cock.... I felt myself yearning for relief, my cock leaking pre-cum soaking into my silk didie.... But for al my fevered efforts I couldn't get enough friction to climax! Finally, exhausted, I just lay there, cuddled up with my wife, basking in the warmth of her climax when her breathing suddenly changed and Ava awoke as quickly as she had dropped off. "Mmm!" she sighed and gazed lovingly down at me, curled up in the crook of her arm. "That was yummy! And speaking of Yummy, I'm hungry! Let's snack!" She got up off the bed, rearranged her nightie and put on a matching peignoir and slippers. I expected her to untie the ribbons and get me out of my baby-gown, but to my surprise she simply picked me up and carried me downstairs to the kitchen, where she sat me down on a tall chair that left my feet dangling! I stated to protest, to demand the get me out of this silly garb, or at least free my arms, which were still trapped criss-crossed in front of me; but Ava's head was immediately in the refrigerator where she couldn't hear me. Then she was clattering leftovers on the counter... And then Sandra came in! "Ohh! How cute!" She was wearing a skimpy light weight pink nightie that showed off her gorgeous young figure, but I was too embarrassed at her seeing me like this to appreciate the show. "My little sister looks so Sweet!" she gushed. I blushed furiously as Ava came over to the table with plates of goodies and sat down. "Doesn't she?" She took a bite off a chicken leg. "Okay, girls you've had--" My protest was cut off as Ava popped a huge wad of dinner roll in my mouth, and my words turned to "Mmmphhwwwhh! Mmmph!" "Don't talk with your mouth full, Sweet-ums." Ava finished her drumstick and took a generous sip of wine as Sandra wiped crumbs from my overstuffed lips. "She just looks so cute with her cheeks stuffed..." Sandra pushed another chunk of dinner roll into my mouth and both women giggled as I borbled an objection. "It's just so sweet of you to do this for me." Ava looked at me tenderly, and all my anger melted... well, most of it anyway. "For US, Mom," Sandra put in, "I like having a baby sister too, you know." By the time I managed to chew up the bread, Ava had poured wine into one of those jogger's bottles, where you drink from a nozzle and she pushed the tip into my mouth. My tongue was so dry from all that bread that I found myself sucking eagerly "She's just precious!" Sandra cooed. "But what's this?" She noticed the pre-cum spot on the front of my nightgown and lifted the fabric with a smile. "Did Babykins wet ums didie?" I couldn't explain (even if I could!) because Ava pushed the bottle more firmly into my mouth as she put her long, strong arm under my nightgown and felt the scarf-diaper. "Baby was naughty with Mommy." She gave Sandra a knowing look. "I'll have to change her before bedtime." "Oh! Let me do it, Mom! Please? " Next thing I knew Sandra had me in her arms, as strong as Ava's, and was carrying me back up to the master bedroom where she plunked me back down on the coverlet. She lifted my bootied feet, slid a towel under me and pulled up my nightgown, exposing my sticky diaper. I felt a cool silken swish! as she pulled it away, exposing my male package, and I blushed again as she giggled. "Let's get this little baby-thing cleaned up!" Seconds later I felt a warm, damp wash cloth slide gently over my privates. Then a soft towel. And finally Sandra was rubbing my hairless crotch with baby oil. I felt myself stiffen and grow in her fingers "Honestly, Daddy" Sandra chided playfully, "Are you coming on to your own daughter?" "What's this?" Ava came in and laughed heartily at the sight of me, erect and helpless in her daughter's hands. "Baby Sister's getting naughty ideas, Mom!" "Shame on her," Ava looked lovingly down at me, helpless in a nightgown and baby bonnet, waving my bootied feet in the air... and sporting a boner! "Seems like you enjoy this Darling, and that makes me so happy!" Well I didn't like it much at all, but Ava seemed to be having so much fun I hated to spoil it, so I relaxed and let Sandra fit me with a new silk-scarf-didie, then relaxed, exhausted, as Sava and I curled up together in deep sleep. ## I won't go into the conversation next morning. Just briefly, Ava told me how much she loved me in this "Little girl" role, Sandra said that since we were going away on vacation where no one knew us, it would be fun to keep it up a while, and then Ava turned those big brown eyes on me...... ...and I ended up riding the two hours to the Beach in a little-girl sunsuit and flowered flip-flops! Oh, I protested, of course. Especially when Sandy pointed out that my male bulge might be visible when I wore my little-girl swimsuit on the beach. "But I know just the thing!" She smiled producing a small box. "A lot of the girls at college put their boyfriends into these to keep them faithful--and VERY considerate!--through the week." It was a stainless steel chastity device, humiliatingly small and inconspicuous. Sandra fitted it onto me with a skill that made me wonder about Kids These Days. I wanted to say something about the fact that my -uh- needs had not been fulfilled yet, but I was too embarrassed to say anything to my sexy step-daughter, and next thing I knew she was tucking the keys away in her luggage. That's when I saw Ava gathering up keys herself; they were MY keys, along with my wallet, cell phone, ID... "Hey!" I squawked. "I might need that...!" "Little girls don't have credit cards and cell phones, Sweetie," Ava said firmly as she placed all my things in the secure lock box and reset the combination. "And for now you're my little girl!" And that's how it turned out... for a few days anyway. Once we got settled in our little beach house, Ava and Sandra pushed me further and firmly into the "baby/sister"" mode. I spent my days dressed in pretty frocks if we shopped, or garbed in a pink flouncy juvenile swimsuit when we spent time on the beach. At either place, I had to play the "little girl" part to the hilt: speaking in a small, soft voice, following obediently after "Mommy" or "Big Sister" moving always with girlish mannerisms until the role became second nature to me. But when we were alone in the beach house, I was no longer the little girl--I was the Baby! Mommy and Big Sister delighted in putting me in frilly silk diapers made from scarves, imprisoning my hands and feet in mittens and booties, making me crawl around in a baby bonnet with a pacifier in my mouth. They rigged up a special high chair and fed me my meals with a spoon and baby bottle, and at bedtime..... Well, when the evening grew late, Sandra would head out to the local tourist spots, and Ava would carry me into the bedroom for a session of breast-sucking sex. It was truly amazing how much she seemed to enjoy this "nursing" fantasy, climaxing violently sometimes, while I.... ... that first night in the beach house, after Ava had climaxed for the third or fourth time, I began rubbing my tapped privates against her thigh, trying desperately to attain orgasm. But All I got for my efforts was agonized arousal as my little peenie strained to get erect in its tiny metal prison. I cried out in pain, and this woke Ava up. "'S'matter Honey?" she mumbled sleepily. Remembering my role, I said in a soft, childish voice, "Baby wanna... Baby wanna c-cum, Mommy!" "Aww," Ava giggled, yawned, smiled down at me and teased my nipples till I squirmed with frustrated arousal. Then she pulled her massive form up off the bed, leaving me lying helpless in my nightie-bondage on the bed as she disappeared into Sandra's room. It was several minutes later before she returned. "Damn," she said sleepily, "I can't find the keys in her luggage, and she's not picking up," She nestled back into the bed beside me, gathering me up in her arms again, "We'll take care of you tomorrow, Sweet-ums," She yawned and pulled me back to her breast. "Now make Mommy feel good and relax to sleep again...." But the next morning Ava seemed to have forgot, and I was too embarrassed to bring it up to Sandra. So we spent the day relaxing on the beach, me in a tiny pink ruffled girl's swimsuit playing in the sand as Ava and Sandra relaxed in beach chairs, clad in sexy brief bikinis. We had dinner out at a nice restaurant, with me in a pink party frock, complete with petticoats, pink leather sandals and ruffled white ankle socks as I ordered off the children's menu and sat on a booster seat. Sandra decided to go right from the restaurant to a local hot spot so Ava and I returned to the beach house alone, where I spent another night in horny frustration... and the next night as well! The next day brought a disturbing development. Sandra had come in quite late and spent a lot of time the next morning talking to Ava about someone she'd met. And we no sooner got settled out on the beach (with the girls in their chairs and me squatting on the sand as usual) when Sandra said, "There she is--Hi Mindy!" Mindy was quite an eyeful: As tall as Sandra, and a bit more mannish, in a work-out bra and cut-offs that showed off her athletic figure. But the man with her was even more impressive, about Ava's age, and even taller and more muscular. Literally a giant among men. As Ava got up to greet him and they stood close to each other, they seemed perfectly suited in size and build! As I got up from where I had been playing in the sand and toddled over to them I felt literally dwarfed in their presence. Ava looked down at me. "...and this is my little girl Daphne!" DAPHNE?! I felt myself flush with anger at being given this silly name. But Ava was still talking, "Say hello to Mister Rod Stryker, darling!" Somehow I found myself making an awkward little curtsey as I said, "Pleased to meet you, Mister Stryker sir!" He looked down at me paternally. "What a darling little girl you are, Daphne!" He turned back to Ava, his eyes anything but paternal. "And since Sandra and Mindy seem to get along so well, you must all come to Dinner at my place tonight." A FEW HOURS LATER, IN THE BEACH HOUSE "Oh don't sulk like that," Ava chided me gently, "It would have been impolite to refuse. And I could tell your big sister has her heart set on it!" "She's not my big sister," I fumed, "She's really my step-daughter, you know!" "That's where you're wrong, Sweetie," Ava gave me a patient smile. "Remember, you agreed to this: While we're on vacation you're Sandra's little sister--and my little girl!" "But I thought we'd be just...." Before I could finish the sentence Sandra came in. "I found just what we need," she said breathlessly, "C'mon little sister!" She snatched me up, pulled off my childish swimsuit and carried me to her bedroom. I kicked my little legs in protest to no avail as she laid me on her bed. "Be good now," she said, "or big sister will spank!" "You wouldn't dare!" I kicked out at her and jumped off the bed, outraged at the idea of being handled like this by my own step-daughter! And the next thing I knew I was being hauled across her lap, head down and bottom up! "Wouldn't I really?" Sandra's open palm slammed painfully against my naked tush. I bucked and yelped in pain. "Oww! Stop! Stop it!" "Will you behave?" SLAP-SLAP! "Like a good little girl?" SLAP! "Or do you want more of this?" SLAP! SLAP! SLAPPP! Suddenly I realized that my wife and step-daughter really thought of me now as the little girl I had promised to be for them--and they intended to treat me as one! As I felt the helplessness of my status, tears sprang to my eyes. "Owww!" I sobbed, "Ohh! Stop! Pleeeese stop! I'll be a-a good little girl! I will I will I will!" An hour later they had completed my transformation. The stainless steel cock-lock had been removed, but in its place as a snug cup of semiflexible plastic that glued to my crotch, holding my privates just as securely as the steel had done. And over that was a soft flesh-like rubber covering... that looked like a smooth pudenda! Shots had swollen and rounded my breasts and bottom, ever so slightly; not womanlike but definitely girlish. As I stood in front of the full- length mirror and saw myself like this for the first time, dwarfed by my wife and step-daughter standing beside me, I felt a dizzying loss of identity... as if I really were a naked little girl! "Ooooh!" I squealed covering my smooth puss and non-existent breasts with my hands as I blushed from head to toe, "Mommee! I'm naked! Gimme my clothes!" Ava looked down at me with a strange expression that could only be described as maternal lust as Sandra discreetly left the room. "In a little bit, Precious; right now, come to Mommy..... " # That evening with Mister Stryker and his daughter Mindy I was on my best behavior--I had to be; Ava and Sandra had left no doubt in my mind that I would be spanked in public if need be should I fail to act as their sweet little girl. But the Stryker house was so intimidating! I said before that Ava and I were rich... but the Strykers were filthy rich, and their beach house was more like an estate. "It's more like a retreat really," he said as he showed us around, "Like you and Sandra, Mindy and I live in a world too small for us... but not here!" Indeed, he had fashioned and furnished this place in proportion to his imposing stature. The doors, windows, the rooms themselves were all custom made a few feet taller and wider than the standard. Likewise, the tables, chairs, beds.... everything was deliberately oversized, and as we walked though the guided tour, I felt smaller and more childish than ever! Maybe that's why it happened. I was playing the Little Girl role to please Ava and Sandra, skipping about from time to time, looking all over everything wide-eyed, when I stood on tiptoe to smell flowers on an end table. As I supported myself on the table edge, it wobbled, the vase tripped and spilled over! To my vast relief it didn't break, but I was completely soaked in water. And not only that... "That water has additives in it to preserve the flowers," Mr. Stryker said as he righted it. "We'd better take care of you, young lady." He pressed a button on a cell phone and a large black woman appeared. And when I say "large" I mean she was almost as tall as he and almost as wide as she was tall, with massive breasts and a butt you could stack dishes on! She smiled warmly at us, and looked at him with deferential friendliness. "Yes sah, Mistah Stryker sah?" Her Jamaican accent made her seem even more self-assured. "This is Shanga," he explained, "My housekeeper." He gestured down at me. "The young lady has made a mess of herself. Can you take care of her in time for Dinner?" "Yes SAH!" She reached down, took me by the hand and pulled me quickly from the room. A shiver of fright went through me as I was pulled from the familiar company of my wife and step-daughter into the oversized recesses of this massive place, but I had no choice really, and I scampered to keep up with her firm grip on my hand, tugging me along. We reached some kind of laundry room where she stood me next to an oversized washing machine and--before I could react--pulled my pretty dress over my head! "You get streep down now, li'l girlie!" I struggled to pull my arms free from the puffy sleeves of my girlie- dress and ended up tumbling over and sitting down hard on the cold tile floor--and my still-sore pratt! I looked up in dismay as Shanga popped my dress in the washer, then reached down and pulled off my slip... camisole... "Ah say streep down, li'l girl." She pulled me to my feet, tugged my pantied down to my knees then easily lifted me up to sit on the dryer next to the washing machine. As she did, my bare nipples brushed her massive breasts and somehow I felt an unwanted erotic thrill run through me like a quick electric shock; the nearness of this huge woman, the bizarre strangeness of my situation... it was turning me on! But the next thing I knew Shanga was stripping off my frilly panties, dropping my shoes to the floor, peeling off my socks and popping them in the washer. She closed the lid and started it up, then turned to me. "Now we get you wash' too!" And she picked me up and slung me over her shoulder! As she carried me over to the utility sink, I felt her strong fingers pinch my reddened bottom. "Was the li'l girl naughtee?" she laughed. I felt myself redden all over in outrage and embarrassment as she plunked me down in the sink and began running water over me. Taking care not to muss my curly hair, Shanga soaked me down, poured liquid soap in her palm and began rubbing me all over. It was too much. The feel of her strong but soft hands all over my nude skin, after days of teasing and denial, made me dizzy with need, even as I blushed with mortification. I felt myself squirming, wriggling as she oozed liquid...... And then started in with a scrub brush! "Eeek! Owww!" I jumped and wiggled in a completely different way as the needle-sharp bristles rubbed stinging pinpoints of pain all over my tender flesh. Shanga just laughed. "Hol' steel li'l girlie, 'less you wanna get spank again!" "You can't spank me!" I squealed. "Let me go!" "Li'l girls don' make no rules in dis house." She said it firmly but without the least bit of upset.... as if she were speaking to a child! "Le's get you ready for dinner now." She picked up a big fluffy towel and dried me all over. I felt myself unwillingly responding erotically again to the feel of this big woman's hands on my nude flesh through the soft cloth: felt my nipples stiffen and pain in my crotch as my privates tried to swell in their tiny faux-pussy prison. I wriggled and Shanga laughingly carried me over to the laundry table where she laid me face- up on the towel. Then she picked up a large white hand towel (Everything was large in this house!)and proceeded to fold it around my crotch like a diaper! "Wait!" I tried to squirm away but she held me easily in place. "I don't need a diaper!" "Li'l girlie got to wear something," she cooed softly, "'less you wanna go to Dinner all naked!" "Na-naked!" I squeaked. "B-but my clothes! My dress..." "They won' be wash nor dry for a hour yet." She pinned the awful diaper firmly in place, then pulled my right foot toward her and wrapped a white wash cloth around it, pinning it securely, then did my left foot. I stared down at my swaddled feet and realized it looked like I was wearing little white booties! "Come 'long now," She stood me up and took my hand. "Le's join de folk for Dinnah!" "But I can't go anywhere like--" It seemed I could. In fact I had no choice as Shanga pulled me along by the hand, easily lifting me off the floor if I resisted. And in less than a minute she was scooting me into the oversized dining room, with its too-tall-for-me table and chairs, and I was standing in front of my wife, my step-daughter, her friend Mindy and our big, wide-shouldered host! They all turned in their seats to look down at me as I stood there, blushing from head to foot, almost dizzy with shame and embarrassment. Rod chuckled softly and squeezed Ava's hand as he asked, "How old did you say little Daphne is?" "She looks like a BABY!" Mindy giggled. Suddenly I felt an awful sense of loss of identity, suddenly unsure of my real age... my name... my sex! I looked up at all these smiling grown-ups in confusion--and started crying! "Awww," Ava cooed, "what's wrong, precious?" What's wrong? WHAT'S WRONG?? I was standing there, tiny and feminized, reduced to the status of a small child in diapers, and m y wife asked me WHAT'S WRONG?!?!?! "WHAHHH!" I sobbed, somehow trapped in this bizarre role. "My clothes! I want my clothes Mommeee! I don't wanna play anymore! I wanna go home!" "You' clothes in the wash, Babee," Shanga leaned over and put her strong hands on my shoulders to quiet me. I looked up and my eyes fastened of their own accord on her massive breasts. As I stared helplessly, almost hypnotized by her nearness and my arousal, she lifted me up and seated me at the table--on a chair with 2 cushions piled on the seat to bring me up to just below everyone else's eye level! I crossed one arm shyly over my bare chest and heard Mindy whisper to Sandra: "Isn't it cute!" she giggled. "How little girls do that even when there's nothing to cover?" Sandra thoughtfully tied a napkin around my neck like a bib, making me feel a little more protected as Shanga put a plate of spaghetti in front of me... and I noticed it had already been cut up so I could manage it easily! Still, I was so upset that my hands trembled and Sandra, sitting next to me, had to keep wiping my face and lap with a damp cloth. "Isn't this a lovely place, Daphne?" she said, dabbing my cheeks and raising a sippy glass to my lips... "Ummhmm," I said as best I could. "And wasn't it nice of Mister Stryker to invite us to stay here for the rest of our vacation? This will be so much nicer than that cramped little beach house!" With the sippy-nipple jammed in my mouth I could voice no protest. I fact I barely managed to keep from choking as Sandra pulled the bottle from my mouth and someone put a plate of cake in front of me.... and a spoon to eat it with! I stared in disbelief across the table where my wife sat next to our smiling host, trying to get her attention. But Ava seemed to have eyes only for Rod, and as I sat there, mouth agape, Mindy fed me a spoonful of cake. "Eat up, little girl," she said cheerfully, "it'll be time for beddy-bye pretty soon!" An idea came to me. "Will you tuck me in, Mommy?" I pushed myself away from the table as best I could, which wasn't much. Then Shanga was behind me, pulling away my napkin-bib and lifting me from the chair. As she stood me on the floor, to my utter humiliation, my diaper sagged in back, exposing my bare tush to everyone! I' tuck babee in!" Shanga said brightly. "I'll be along later, Darling," Ava smiled down at me, "We grown-ups are going to enjoy a drink and some conversation!" Shanga reached down, took my hand, and there was nothing for me to do but toddle awkwardly out of the room, trying to hold up my didie in my little fist! An hour later I lay alone in the oversized bed in the guest room Ava and I were supposed to share. Shanga had given me one of her oversized T- shirts to use as a nightie, pinned shut at the sleeves and between my legs so I wouldn't fall out of it. Then she handed me a stuffed toy to hug and leaned over to kiss me good night. Once again I found myself staring helplessly at her huge breasts, looming over me like storm clouds, and then she was gone, and I found myself falling asleep! # It was late when Ava came into the Guest Room, and she went straight to the adjoining bath for a shower. It's unusual for her to shower before bed unless she's had a workout, but I had no chance to speak to her before she disappeared in there and returned sometime later, wrapped in a big fluffy bathrobe. As she slipped into bed, I whispered, "Ava, we're not really staying here, are we?" "Don't call me that, Sweetie," she yawned, "it's 'Mommy' now; remember?" "But when I agreed to this, I didn't think....." "Hush Darling," she said firmly. "Like the good little girl you promised to be. I simply love this place! I've never been anywhere that I felt so comfortable... so at home. And Sandra seems really taken with Mindy. Rod tells me that (except for him, of course) she's a confirmed man-hater, so if I were you, I'd be careful not to let her see through your little disguise. But did you see the sparks fly between those two girls? I bet right now they're.... Well anyway, this is going to make a wonderful time for both of us, and... Well, you're not going to spoil it, are you, Little Girlie?" I was speechless. Did she really mean for me to play the Little Girl full-time for the rest of our stay? Apparently she did. Ava took my silence for consent and pulled me to her warm, soft breasts as she drifted off to sleep. It was the last time I would share a bed with my wife. # The next day our clothes and luggage were delivered from the beach house to this huge new abode. And some other things were delivered as well: A Doll house, three new "little girl" dolls with an assortment of outfits for me to dress them in, and a tricycle for me to pedal around on the big flagstone patio. Ava insisted I use it, even though I hated the way it made my short little dresses ride up, exposing my lacy pink panties. At some point during the day everyone decided to go out for lunch and leave me "home" with Shanga. "But I wanna go too!" I whined. I really didn't want to be stuck here with all this boring kiddie stuff. "You have to stay here, Sweetie," Ava said in a loving but firm voice, "We're going to grown-up places and you just wouldn't fit in!" "I wanna go too!" I stamped my little foot. "Take me! Take me! Take me!" Somehow my voice sounded high. And shrill. Ava, Sandra Mindy and Rod looked at me disapprovingly, but I continued, "I wanna go!" Suddenly I felt a firm hand scoping me up and felt myself cradled between Shanga's massive breasts. "Sound' to me like some li'l girl need a nap," she said cheerfully, "You folk go on ahead; we be fine right here!" And as everyone else left, she carried me off upstairs to a room that adjoined her own. But what a room! The walls were pink and feminine with pictures of teddy bears in little dresses all over. There was a tiny table and chair in one corner... and a crib! "Now le's get you ready for nap-time!" "I don't want a nap!" I kicked my legs angrily. "I'm not sleepy!" "Now behave li'l girl if you know wha's good for you." Shanga put me down on the soft carpeted floor and began easily pulling off my little dress. "I don't HAVE to take a nap!" I twisted and resisted, which only had the effect of leaving me dress-less, standing there in just my ruffled pink panties, silk ankle socks and sandals. "You're not the boss of me!" "Oh no?" She picked me up under one arm and carried me over to a little chest of drawers, where she pulled out one of the silk nighties Ava had secured me in days ago. I kept wiggling and kicking. "Stop that!" She sat down and pulled me across her lap. "You be good girl now or Missy Shanga gonna spank!" "NO! I squealed. "You can't spank me! You CAN'T!' Suddenly I felt my little panties being pulled down and whisked off, along with my shoes and socks. I was naked over this woman's lap! And not a naked man, but a naked little girl! WHAP! Sudden pain shot through my tender round bottom cheeks. WHAP! WHAP! "Owww!" I twisted, kicked, squirmed, but Shanga only held me more firmly over her knee, head down, ass up. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! And this was no gentle spanking. Either Shanga didn't know her own strength or she didn't believe in sparing the rod. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!!! Tears began flowing down my cheeks as I kicked my little legs helplessly. "Stop!" I cried. "OWWWW!!! Stop! Stop! STOP!! Pleeese Stop!" Then an odd thing, so completely unexpected I didn't realize at first what was really happening: the heat in my spanked bottom began spreading to my crotch! The needlepoints of pain morphed into a bizarre tingling in my balls... I felt my teeny-peenie try to stiffen inside the confining pussy-cover, and I wiggled my hips to ease the cramping pain, raising my bottom up for another WHAP! Again the totally bizarre sensation. My nipples throbbed and I recognized the feeling for what it was: I WAS GETTING TURNED ON! NO! It couldn't be! I gaped open-mouthed in bewilderment, unable to process the alien thoughts and feelings. "You gonna be good li'l girl now?" Shanga interrupted my jumble thoughts. I hesitated: Was I reluctant to surrender this last shred of adult masculinity? Or unwilling to stop the erotic torture? WHAPP!! "Owwwww!! Yes! Yes Missy Shanga! I will!" "You will WHAT?" WHAP! "I-I'll be a good little girl, Missy Shanga!" "You promise now?" "YES!" I sobbed, "Yes! I will! I'll be a good little girl always! From now on! I promise! I-I'll be a good... little... girl!" Minutes later I was lying in the crib, tied inside my long silk nightie, bootied and bonneted. Shanga held a baby bottle up to my mouth--not a jogger's bottle anymore; this was an actual baby bottle!--and I sucked on it as I stared helplessly up at the breasts straining under her thin summer dress. Somehow, despite the throbbing in my butt and the awful shame of being humiliated like this I could still feel myself aroused! Feel my poor little dickie try to swell inside the confining faux-puss glued to my crotch, feel my little-girl nipples tingle with desire... as the warm milk and my total exhaustion caught up with me and I drifted off to sleep. # I don't know how much later it was when I awoke, needing to use the bathroom. Shanga was right there, picking me up, carrying me to her adjoining bath where there was a little seat set up for me on the oversized toilet. She sat down on a nearby makeup chair and watched me, smiling as I did my business and cleaned up. "Jus' like a big girl!" she said cheerfully. "Now le's get you Dinner!" She sat me down at my little table, still bound up in that confining nightie, and began spoon-feeding me. "Bu-but... Missy Shanga," I spoke carefully, not wanting to upset my big black captress/nursemaid. "D-Don't I get to eat Dinner with-with the grown-ups tonight?" "They call and say they be out late," she said matter-of-factly, "So we do you din-din and play a little before bedtime; maybe I let you watch the TV." I was actually more interested in watching Shanga's hypnotically swaying breasts, but "Can-can I stay up till -uh- till Mommy comes home?" "Ohh, no," she smiled, "that be much too late for little girlie!" "But...." I tried to say this carefully. "When-when I can't sleep, sometimes Mommy....." "Mommy do what, child?" It was totally galling for me, a wealthy, successful man, to be pussy- footing around with a servant girl like this! But I was so turned on by her nearness I couldn't stop myself. "S-sometimes Mommy lets me sleep in her bed and-and play Baby with her..." "Play baby? How you mean--?" Suddenly she saw her eyes fixed on her twin mounds and smiled widely. # That night was a dizzying, frustrating, erotic loss of identity for me as I nestled next to Shanga in her huge bed, greedily, helplessly licking, tonguing, suckling at her huge breasts. Her different build, scent and taste intensified my desire even as it increased my disorientation, and she kept cooing and baby-talking to me until I began to think I actually was a little girl! At the same time, she responded to my tit-teasing, snaking her hand down between her thighs, moving me over her body, feeling my silken swaddling across her dark skin, until she softly moaned in ecstasy and pulled me deep between her massive mammaries as we both tingled in some bizarre afterglow: hers of satisfaction, mine of total frustration! # A few days passed like this. Then a few more. Strange days. It seemed as if everyone gradually stopped treating me like the little girl I was pretending to be--and more like a baby! I would see Ava every morning at breakfast, usually with Sandra and Mindy; always with Rod. Everyone would talk cheerfully as Ava lovingly watched me eat my pablum and drink from a baby bottle, or perhaps Sandra and Mindy would feed me and wipe my face. Most days I would see everyone at lunch, too. We might spend the morning on the beach, with everyone else swimming, tanning or relaxing in a shady lounge chair while I played in the sand in my tiny swimsuit; later we would go into Rod's humungous house where Shanga would have lunch prepared, then put me down for a nap. But I was never at the Dinner table again. I had my dinner around 5PM, hours before the rest of the household, then was allowed to watch TV for about an hour before "bedtime." The TV I watched was mostly things like "My Little Pony" and other girlie/kiddie cartoons, and I rebelled inwardly at all this, but I was determined to keep up the act for Ava's sake. Ava herself seemed even more loving all through this, spending:"quality time" with me daily, kissing and caressing me, dressing me in various outfits, lifting me up to her big milky-white breasts, and telling me how much she appreciated my role-playing. But for the sake of the act, she had to couch it in terms like, "What a good little baby!" and "That's Mama's little girlie!" even as her caresses on my soft skin aroused my manly needs terribly! And then there was Shanga..... and my bizarre relationship with her. Shanga was my ever-present nursemaid, lover and disciplinarian. Every morning she awoke me, lifted me from my crib and saw to my ablutions, then escorted me down to breakfast. Throughout the day she oversaw my activities, making sure I played with my dollies and (though she didn't know it) forcing me to keep up the "little girl" act around the clock! But at Bedtime things changed. Each evening Shanga would bathe me in the oversized sink, where I squatted, knees up and naked, while she laved me with baby soap, gentle shampoo, and baby oil, then diapered me with a large silk scarf and tied me into my baby-nightie. And then... Well, I'll admit, I sometimes provoked a spanking; I'd protest (quite rightly!) that I was too old to go to bed at this hour. Maybe I'd gently bite her finger as she washed me, or kick my legs to disarrange her diaper-tying. Whatever the case, I'd find myself over her lap, getting my little bottom warmed with a firm and very painful spanking, increasing in force till it reduced me to tears and set my crotch tingling with excitement. And then there would be the gentle cuddling as Shanga kissed away my tears, cuddled and petted me, and gradually drew me to her bosom where I suckled and nursed while she gently pleasured herself until she sighed with satisfaction, cuddled me close, then carried me to my crib. Sometimes Ava would come visit me in my nursery before going to bed herself, wearing her black see-through nightie--the one she wore when we first started this "game" ... it seemed so long ago! She'd lower the side of my crib and bend over me, her delectable breasts just out of reach of my nightgown-bound hands, smiling seductively as I strained to reach her. Out of sheer frustration I'd make sucking motions with my mouth, hungry for her body. She'd whisper her love for me, call me her "sweet little baby girl" and assure me that all this would change soon. Then she'd put my crib rail back in place and walk slowly out, leaving me to I watch her swaying backside through the bars as she went out into the hall. Where Rod was waiting for her! This went on for the six weeks of our vacation. Six weeks of being babied, frustrated, spanked, coddled, teased... but just a few days before we were due to return home, things did change--just as Ava had promised! It started like a "normal" morning; Shanga led me by the hand from my nursery through the now familiar oversized rooms and furnishings that made me feel so small and insignificant. I was wearing a flouncy pink baby dress with short puffy sleeves and a skirt portion that left my pink silk scarf-diaper completely exposed. I had matching booties on my little feet and despite my protests, Shanga had insisted that I wear a pink baby bonnet that famed my cute face and curly hair. Then, as I toddled around the corner into the breakfast room, where everyone was already seated, I saw my usual chair was gone--replaced by a baby's high-chair! It was too much. "I don't need that!" I squeaked. "I'm not a baby!" I stamped my bootied foot for emphasis. "Oh no?" Mindy, who was holding Sandra's hand, gave me a cruel smile. "You're wearing baby clothes, aren't you?" "And you sleep in a crib, don't you?" Sandra added. "And drink from a baby bottle," Rod put in. "An' who jus' use a babee pottie?" Shanga grinned. Ava said nothing. She simply rose from her seat, picked me up in her strong arms (OH! The feel of her holding me close to her full, firm breasts thrilled me in spite of myself!) and placed me in the high- chair, locking me there by sliding the tray in place. Then she placed a bowl of pablum in front of me and pushed a baby bottle into my mouth as I blushed beet red all over. But as she sat down again I pulled the bottle out. "I'm NOT a baby!" I squealed. "It's all right," Rod's voice was firm, reassuring and fatherly. "We know all about your little fetish, sweetie." "My-my what?" "Ava told us all about how you like to be treated like a baby; I think the term is 'infantilization'. " "Infant--?" I started to protest again but Mindy interrupted, addressing her father: "That's the right word, Daddy," she said, "for someone who gets off being treated like a little baby girl!" She turned to me, leveling a gaze of sadistic amusement; I remembered what Ava told me about her being a Man-Hater... and shivered with fear! "But I don't!" I cried, "I don't like being treated like this! I was just doing it...." The words stuck in my throat. How to explain? "That's okay too," Rod's patient father tone never faltered. "Ava and Sandra explained how you love to protest." "It's part of the fetish," Sandra put in, "And a very important part for some adult babies!" "Fetish?" I repeated foolishly, growing angrier by the nano-second. "I don't have a fetish! And I'm not a baby! I'm a man! A grown up man! Wealthy and successful and married..." "Not any more, Baby," Ava said sweetly. "We got a dissolution a week ago," She looked lovingly at Rod. And I've got wedding plans!" "We what? But I never--" "You'd be surprised what a rich man's lawyers can accomplish very quickly," Rod said easily. "Once we showed the judge cell phone video of you playing "little girlie" it was easy to get power of attorney, have you committed to our care, get the marriage dissolved... Incidentally, you gave Ava a very generous settlement: Everything you owned!" "Impossible!" I tried to make my voice lower but it still sounded like a child's, even to me. "I want to go back home NOW! Gimme back my clothes!" "You're wearing all the clothes you've got, Baby," Sandra giggled. "Everything else went to charity, along with your personal effects, your books, movies... Oh: and I got your car!" "Your credit cards and cell phone are history too, Sweetie," Ava added. "Babies don't have those things, you know!" "I'm not a baby!" I twisted and squirmed in my seat and somehow managed to squeeze out from under the tray and slide down to the floor. Along the way my baby dress got caught and pulled over my head, and I spent several desperate seconds trying to wrestle my way out of it. Finally I pulled myself free--and stood there, facing five amused faces looking down at a baby in booties and a scarf-diaper! "NO! I'm NOT a BABY!" I kicked off the booties, tore off the diaper and threw it across the room. "I'm a MAN!" My only answer was a gale of laughter from the grown-ups in the room. I looked down at myself. No body hair. No visible male parts. My curly- haired head barely rose to the table top. And I had NO CLOTHES! Suddenly a wave of embarrassment washed over me. I blushed furiously from head to foot and tried to cover myself with my hands. "You lose somet'ing Babee?" Shanga smiled down at me. "Looks to me like she's lost EVERYTHING!" Mindy laughed out loud. "Now be a good little Baby," Ava said, "and I'll pin your didie back on." "NO!" I squawled "I'm not your baby! I'm not I'm not! I'm not!I'm not!I'm not!" My knees seemed to crumple beneath me and I fell face down on the floor, pounding my little fists and kicking my legs, crying "I'm not a baby! I'm not a baby!" "I think some little girl needs an attitude adjustment," Rod said calmly. "Let ME do it!" Mindy sprang up, grabbed me around the waist and sat down again, pulling me across her lap. SWAPP!! Right then I learned the difference between a loving spanking, such as Shanga administered, and true corporal punishment delivered by a woman who really means it! I had thought Shanga's smacks hurt but this was a whole new experience in pain and shame! "Owwwww!" I squealed SWAPP!! SWAPP!!! "OWWW! " I Kicked and tried to cover my naked bottom with my hands, but Mindy easily caught my wrists in her strong grip. SWAPP! SWAPP!! SWAPP!!! "OH!" Tears sprang to my eyes. "OW! Oh stop! STOP!" "Will you be (WHACK!) a good(WHACK-WHACK!) Baby?" WHACK-WHACK-WHACK!!!! "YES!" Tears were rolling freely down my cheeks now as I sobbed helplessly "I be good! I be a good little girl!" "That's better." Mindy took me under the arms and lifted me off her lap. Ava instantly hugged me in a tender, loving, motherly embrace, and the burning in my bottom became hopelessly confused with sexual excitement as my face slipped between her breasts. My frustrated cock tried to swell in its prison, and I moaned with a whole different kind of agony. "Awwww," Sandra cooed, "isn't she a sweet little thing!" I felt Shanga pin my diaper back on. Ava handed me over to her. "I think baby needs a nap now," she said kindly. "If she gets hungry, give her an extra bottle." "I take good care of dis li'l girlie!" Shanga positively beamed at me as she gathered me in her arms, cradling my head against her massive breasts. Even in my pain, arousal and confusion, I could feel her nipples stiffening. Which sent another surge of excruciating arousal into my imprisoned crotch as she carried me off. Back in her room, Shanga placed me tenderly on her bed and undressed, smiling down at me. "Look at you!" she teased, climbing in beside me. "Grown-up mon lookin' jus' like a babee girl!" She pulled me to her, sighing happily as I began sucking hungrily at her breast. "Rich mon and ain' got nothin' but a diaper to wear!" She gently caressed my nipples, giggling as I groaned in agony and sucked hard... harder..... "You gonna be one poor li'l babeee!" thEnd!