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CUCKOLD IN DIAPERS by Throne My wife Juno called me at the office in the middle of the day. She told me to pick up a few things after work and then hurry straight home. I wasn't sure what her intentions were but of course I obeyed. She is my goddess and I always do what she tells me to, even thought it often leads to humiliation for me. I stopped and got two bottles of red wine, some light snacks, and a case of creamed peas. That final item was baby food. When my wife wants to totally shame me, she turns me from her husband Andrew to an adult toddler named Andrea. It's deeply demeaning to be transformed into little girl but she controls me so fully that I never even think of resisting. When I got to our house she was dressed in a short belted robe. It certainly showed off her zaftig figure. Juno is tall, with stupendous curves, so round and firm, which never fail to put me under her spell. She had her long blond hair pulled back and put into a ponytail. High heeled slippers were on her feet. Everything together sent a clear and powerful message of sexual readiness, and my desire was stirring, but I knew it wasn't for me. Belatedly, I understood what was happening. She must have seen my sudden awareness. "That's right, little man," she told me with a wide smile on her plump face. "Duke is back in town. His business trip ended early. Isn't that nice?" I stood there biting my lips. Then I said, "You must be very happy, dear." "Well of course I am. It's been almost two weeks since I've had a real cock in me. I was so desperate I might even have settled for that tiny doodle between your legs." She saw my surprise and laughed at me. "Just kidding, Andrew. I have absolutely no interest in your poor substitute for a prick, except as one more way to tease you, and to remind you of your status in this marriage." Standing there cringing, I could only say, "Would you like me to put the wine in to chill?" "Naturally." "And should I change the sheets on the bed? And clean the bathroom? I mean, before I make myself scarce?" "Yes to your first two questions. I'm sure Duke would like the bed all fresh before we get it all messy." She chuckled. "And I know he'll appreciate having the bathroom sparkling. In fact, he might want to thank you himself." "But, you said he was uncomfortable having me around." "He used to be. Since then he's thought about it and, because I told him how amusing it is to see you all feminized, he decided to give that a try." I pictured myself looking like a juvenile female. "You mean I'm going to have to dress like a schoolgirl?" "Not exactly. He likes the idea of seeing my husband suffering the most extreme mortification. So you're going to be preschool age. I explained how it gets me aroused. And I think it could work for him, too. You know, like triggering an instinct for a man to see his competition utterly taken out of the picture. Not that you were ever any competition for him, but I still know he'll relish seeing you utterly disgraced. Is that okay with you -- Sissy Andrea?" I had to blink back tears. My nose began to run. This would be the nadir of emasculation. My voice quavered as I answered, "Yes, Ma'am. It's... (choke) ...fine with me." "I'm sure it is," she said, knowing that I was lying because I had to. "Get out of your suit and let's see you in those nice, ruffled pink panties I got you last week. Now we have a special occasion for you to wear them. Plus the cute little top that ties up in the front. But no booties. I don't want them getting soiled. We'll save those for later. You know, when I diaper you." My cheeks grew warm. I had unrealistically hoped she wouldn't go that far. But if she wanted to absolutely destroy my image as a man, what could be more effective? Baby Andrea was just what she needed. I feared, it would also be exactly what Duke desired, once he witnessed me in that role. I went to the bedroom and got the required pieces of clothing from my dresser. Not the old one that held my everyday items. There was a second one, painted white and pink, that contained my little girl and toddler wardrobes. I laid the panties and top on the bedspread and began undressing. As my clothes came off I was struck once more, as I had been so often in the last three months, by how different I looked and felt since Juno had made me have all my body hair removed. She even had me schedule the appointment and pay for the treatment myself. When I called I had to tell the receptionist that it was something I personally wanted. What I didn't know until afterward was that my wife contacted them later and changed the order from temporary laser treatments to a similar but permanent procedure. I stepped into the flouncy panties and pulled them slowly up my smooth legs. An involuntary shiver ran through me. Because Juno denied me regular sex, I was easily stimulated by anything sensual. Over time I had become more and more receptive to what she made me wear, especially against my hairless skin. Then I slipped into the top. It had a similar effect, with the addition of exciting my nipples as it brushed against them. I carefully tied the three sets of ribbons on its front to keep it closed and smoothed down the Peter Pan collar. Then I went to check myself in the full length mirror on the inside of the closet door. As I opened it I saw some of my other girly clothes, the ones that didn't make me appear quite so young. There were blouses and short skirts, along with several poufy dresses. In comparison to what I had on, those were attractive alternatives. The thought of Duke seeing me not only feminized, but made to look and act so youthful, was mortifying. As I considered my reflection, I felt even worse. My nipples had gotten hard and they were visible through the filmy material. The ruffles on the front of the panties stopped before they reached crotch level, so my privates could be seen, nestled behind the see-through section. Having another man look at them, and how small they are, would be a crushing blow to my ego. I turned and glanced back over my shoulder. On the rear of the panties the ruffles went all the way down, giving my bottom a puffy look that I didn't appreciate. So focused was I on my unwelcome situation that I didn't hear my wife coming down the hall. She must have been in the doorway watching me as I turned this way and that to eye my outfit. It startled me when she said, "Looks like you're really getting into your role, Sissy Andrea. I guess you want to make a big impression on my lover." Whatever I wanted to say at first, I managed to censor before my emotions could be translated into words. Instead I stood there looking at the mirror, seeing my cheeks turn bright pink to match my demeaning costume, observing my wife's reflection, and said, "Yes, darling. I want him to approve. Because I know that's what you want." "And I especially want him to see what a wimp your are, how totally pussy whipped I've made you, and that he has the same control over you that I do. Whatever Duke says, you can treat like it was coming from me. I honestly believe he'll get off on that. Not only knowing that he's screwing your wife, but that he has power over you in so many other ways. It should really appeal to his Alpha nature. Seeing your male side hidden, submerged, and replaced with a sissy personality, will delight him. But knowing that he's contributing to the destruction of your masculinity is what will really get his testosterone flowing. Don't you think so?" "Yes, Ma'am. Whatever you say." I sniffled. "Damn right," said my full-figured wife. "Now go do your chores while I make myself extra sexy for a real man. And Andrew..." "Yes, dearest?" "Try not to think about how the rest of the evening is going to be for you. I mean, by the end of the night there might be some permanent damage to your psyche. So just relax and pretend that a big strong man isn't going to see you treated like a helpless dependent toddler. One who needs to wear a diaper when I'm too busy to make sure she gets to the toilet in time to avoid having an accident." I cringed at what she had said. She snickered at my obvious vulnerability. I held the lower edge of my shameful top, did a slight curtsey, a sort of mini-dip, and hurried off to perform my chores. From the linen closet I got fresh sheets and pillowcases, then went to the guest bedroom to change the bed. I fluffed up the pillows and turned the covers down partway. Next I hurried to the bathroom to do my main job. Juno had gotten me a little plastic bucket, a yellow one meant for a child to take to the beach. In it were a very small brush and several squares of cloth. Those latter items were especially disturbing for me to see. They were the cut up remains of a sports T-shirt I had owned. I was never a sports fan but some of the guys in the office gave it to me, more as a joke than seriously. Even so, I was flattered and had intended to wear it to the office picnic. Instead my wife forbade that and ordered me one on-line. On the front of it were the words, I DO WHATEVER MY WIFE TELLS ME. I had to put that on for the event and try to pass it off as just a funny prank on Juno's part. But I think the real message came through, especially when she told some of the guys that she had decided not to let me wear the other one, because it was so wrong for me. She did that while I was standing alongside her. My male co-workers all laughed. One of them, a single guy, even flirted with her a bit, as if to test my limits. As I knelt on the floor to scrub around the base of the toilet I thought back to how that guy was empowered by my weakness. And now I had to face a much more extreme version of the same situation. As soon as the bathroom was done, I put away my cleaning supplies and padded back down the hall, still barefoot. When I got to the bedroom I was stunned into silence. Juno usually wore one of her revealing mini- dresses when Duke came to the house. She loved to show off her curves and flash plenty of cleavage, along with displaying her shapely legs. But this time all she had on was lingerie. It took me a few frozen moments to absorb what I was seeing. My wife wore a lacy bra whose cups lifted her full breasts while covering them only halfway, so that the tops of her aureoles peeked out. Her panties were skintight and there was an open area between her legs. She turned around to let me see them from behind. As she shook her hips and wiggled her wide round bottom at me, I couldn't suppress a moan of dismay. "What's the matter, sweetie?" she asked innocently. "Don't you think Duke will like me this way? Don't you think that when he gets an eyeful, he'll want to drag me off to bed and ravish me? Are you afraid we won't have time to play diaper games with you?" "Juno." All I could produce was a choked whisper. "Aren't you going to put something on over that?" "Listen to you. Worried about propriety. Really? After how I've been getting plowed by his big cock? I mean, I know it's extra difficult for you this time, since he's going to see you looking like your real self. Imagine that. A grown man, with a wife, being dressed and treated like a sissy toddler. You must be so very ashamed, Andrea." She chuckled. "But it's kind of late to turn back now. Isn't it? I mean, how could I tell a big man like Duke, who's expecting great sex, that my wuss of a husband has decided we can't do it? And how would Duke react? I'll bet he'd drag you over his lap and pull down your pretty pink panties. And then he'd swat your cute hairless bottom until it was bright red and you were crying hot tears. Maybe he's make you stand in the corner with your sore bum exposed, while he had his way with me. Now is that what you want, sissy?" "I... It was only... Or at least you could..." The hopelessness of it all struck me hard. I was absolutely trapped in my role as Baby Andrea. And couldn't prevent Duke from seeing me that way. As well as doing whatever he pleased to me, just as he already did to my wife, the woman I adored. I swallowed with difficulty and barely managed to say, "I understand. I'm sorry I said anything. I'll be good and keep quiet." "Good girl. You can treat Duke like he's... I don't know. How about if you think of him as Uncle Duke. Mommy Juno's special friend." She gave me a leering smile. "My very special friend." When I was too defeated to respond, she nodded and told me, "Now go and fetch your booties. I have some other cute things already picked out for you to wear." This was unthinkably awful. In a daze, I did as I was told. Returning with the booties, I sat on the floor and leaned back against the edge of the mattress, with my bare legs extended. Juno got into a deep crouch, giving me a good look at how stunningly sexy she was, especially dressed that way. Her substantial curves were accentuated by the brief lingerie. She loosened the ties on my booties and slipped them over my feet, then tightened them up and made bows with the cords. We were right by the bed, so she was able to reach out and retrieve the other items, which she had stashed under the pillow. There was an oversized bonnet, pale pink and bordered with wide lace. She set it on my head, snugged it down, and pulled its elastic strap under my chin. Then came what looked like another pair of booties, but it was mittens, except with no thumbs. And they were small enough that when she fitted them over my hands, I had to curl up my fingers. And she tied them with double knots. I had no way to remove them. They were secured so well that I doubted I could undo the knots with my teeth. Even that remote hope was denied to me as she held up a fat pacifier. It was pink and shaped like a short thick penis. Juno pointed to my mouth and I obediently spread my jaws. She crammed the girthy rubber phallus in and took two long ribbons that hung from it, to tie them behind my head. That left me more helpless than ever, quivering inside from the knowledge of how vulnerable I was. "So attractive," she said in a sugary voice, and then patted the top of my head. "I can't wait for Duke to see you. In fact," she told me as she glanced at the clock on the bedside table, "he should be here any minute. And did I mention that I gave him his own key to the front door?" My eyes must have gone wide at that revelation. The thought of him being able to enter our home at will was especially disturbing. By reflex I tried to think of some way to reason with her about it, but with the fake cock pressing down on my tongue, the effort was futile. So there I sat, feeling as powerless as I looked, while my wife stood and smirked down at me. I was looking up at the undersides of her heavy boobs, desperately wishing I could touch them. If only there was a way to reclaim her as my bride. But that time had passed and now I was just a cuckold. Well, not 'just' one of those. I was also her fantasy toddler, made to appear and act a fraction of my adult age. My lips writhed around the girth of the obscene pacifier. I blinked back the tears that threatened to flow. Just as I was at my lowest ebb, I heard the front door open. "Yo, babe," Duke's confident voice called. "Get your sexy ass out here and say hello." She laughed, gave me a broad wink, and swept out of the room. I had a strange sensation of abandonment. Yet I knew that all too soon I would see her again, and she wouldn't be alone. I got onto my hands and knees to face to door. If I got up it might anger her. From the front of the house I heard them kissing and then exchanging a few comments. My name was mentioned. Well, my sissy name anyway. I couldn't make out everything that was said, which made my situation that much more disturbing. I heard them go to the kitchen and figured she was offering him one of the beers I'd had to stock for his return. She'd made me do that right away, when he had left, so every time I opened the fridge I would be reminded of him. Naturally, I wasn't allowed to touch them. Not that I'd want to. My capacity for handling alcohol is very limited. Still, the idea of having two six packs taking up space in our fridge and being told to keep my hands off them, knowing who they were for, was another blow to my already crippled pride. Maybe she was pouring herself a glass of the wine I'd bought. My wife said something and Duke laughed. I heard them approaching the bedroom. More than anything, I wanted to stand up. Even though I would still appear ridiculous, at least I'd be on my feet. But I knew better. I sighed and tried not to think about how she had attired me and the way my smooth beardless face was framed by that demeaning bonnet. Suddenly Duke was in the doorway. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with dark hair and a square jaw. Even if I hadn't been made to don the pink panties and top, along with everything else, I wouldn't have been a match for him. But now I was nothing but a joke. He gazed down at me, registered disbelief, and then laughed raucously. "That is too damn funny," he said. Then he turned to Juno and took her in his arms. As I had suspected he would, he made sure to disgrace me. Duke pulled my wife close and kissed her hard, to which she reacted with total surrender. He obviously wanted to stake his claim to her as bluntly as possible. His big hands roamed up and down her body. He ground his crotch against her. She ground back. They made me think of a couple animals in heat. But then they broke the embrace and he leered down at me. "I've seen some losers," he declared, "but this takes the prize." He locked eyes with me. "Hey, sissy. You don't mind if Uncle Duke has a little fun, do you?" She must have told him his new role. With me watching intently, he took her breasts in his hands and massaged them greedily. She licked her lips and ran a fingertip down the middle of his chest. My wife told her lover, "She doesn't mind at all. In fact, she won't care what we do in bed, while she lies in her little soft spot." She nodded toward the baby mattress and blanket against the wall. "But first I have to get her diapered." "That I have to see," Duke enthused. "You have the wimp completely broken." "And trained. Just let me get a few things and then I can powder her tushy and get her already to rest while we do grown-up stuff." I was trembling with jealousy, frustration, and impotent anger. My wife gathered what she needed. She spread a blanket alongside the bed. Talking to me like I really was as young as I was made to appear, she had me lie on it on my back. Then she set her diaper bag by me and knelt between my legs. This couldn't be happening. It was the ultimate insult to my maleness. Juno took hold of the elastic top of my panties and paused. Teasingly, she told Duke, "You don't have to watch this part if you don't want to." He almost growled as he told her, "No, I want to see how bad you treat this pathetic specimen." "Oh, no," she insisted, switching to a cloying, singsong speech pattern. "I would never be bad to my widdle boo-boo baby. Sissy Andrea is just too precious. I wuv to take care of her." Down came my panties. Duke gasped, then started laughing harder than before. He marveled, "That's the smallest dick I've ever seen. It's puppy size. And there's not one hair down there." "Or anywhere else on my baby girl," Juno assured him. She removed my panties entirely and took a diaper from the bag. I raised my hips and she slid it under me. Next she sat up on her haunches, reached back into the bag, and got a round box of powder. She opened it and took out a big powder puff, which she used to liberally whiten my genitals. As the smooth material brushed repeatedly across receptive nerve endings, my penis it rose to its full length. Sadly for me, that was barely four inches, and slender to match. Juno kept tantalizing me with the puff as Duke moved around behind her and got down onto his knees. He began rubbing her bottom with both hands. She looked back over her shoulder and said something about him being naughty, though she made it sound more like an invitation. I realized he was opening his jeans and heard him lower the zipper. My wife stopped what she was doing and put her hands on the carpet on either side of my head. She grinned down at me. Her half uncovered breasts were inches above my narrow chest. Duke suggested, "Just stay still for a second, babe. I like that opening in your undies. And the end of my Johnson is telling me that you're already wet. I guess you like messing with your weakling husband as much as I like seeing you do it. And doing it so good. Really screwing with his head." "Mm hm," she agreed. "Playing games with Baby Andrea is so much fun. Even more now that Uncle Duke is helping out." "Helping out," he said, making it sound salacious. Then I saw her body rock once and knew he had entered her. She purred appreciatively. He grunted and pushed again. Soon they were moving together to the rhythm he set. And there I was, below my bride as she was taken by a superior man. I mentally inventoried everything that contributed to my unmanly and immature look. The bonnet, pacifier, girly top, hand covers and booties, and that diaper on which I was lying. My mind started spinning and I couldn't get my thoughts under control. They were psychologically emasculating me in so many ways. I trembled and sniffled and sobbed. All at once I was crying. Like a toddler who needed a nap. My wife sneered sadistically down at me. Duke looked over her shoulder and bared his teeth as his efforts pushed her toward a climax. Juno's breathing got deeper and faster. Her eyelids fluttered. She threw back her head, moaned loudly, and was seized by a quaking orgasm. It went on and on, while I could only witness it and suffer. At last she descended from the heights of ecstasy. Duke wanted to know, "Had enough, babe? Should I stop?" "No," she gasped. "Don't stop. Please." "Are you going to give me whatever I want? Whenever I want it?" "Yes. Anything." "Even if I stop around late at night for a quick blowjob? And you know you're not getting anything in return?" "Absolutely. Just... don't... stop." He chortled at how deeply he had put her under his control with his oversized cock and forceful technique. I knew he was also reacting to how he had contributed to breaking me as a man. All three of us knew that this was something from which my ego would never recover. Hot tears ran down the sides of my flushed face. My nose ran. I got so stressed that my breathing was affected and I had to gulp down air. Duke kept pumping, varying his pace and angle. My bride groaned and begged him to put her over the top. He snorted and switched to hard short thrusts, then lengthened them, and finally settled on a midtempo and even longer strokes. That worked for her. Her cheeks blushed and there were pinpricks of perspiration on her smooth forehead. Her hair was damp and I could smell it. The scents of sex filled the air I breathed. Juno dropped her head down and laid her sweat-slicked cheek against my face. Her breasts, nearly escaping her bra, were pressed against my chest. She whimpered and then cried out as a second finish seized her. I could feel how she was thrusting back against his invading member, maximizing her pleasure. He let out a roar and I knew he was spurting inside her. My world seemed to recede in all directions, leaving me alone in an empty center, at the same time that I was still physically close to my shuddering spouse and her lurching lover. Their passion crested, slowed down, and leveled out. I felt something hot and wet drip onto my bare genitals and knew it was his spunk, one more insult to my battered self-image. She swore and told him he was incredible. He murmured jokingly that he couldn't have done it without her. Duke went on, "Now how about if you sit your messy snatch on the sissy and get our love juices all over her crotch. Really mark her with our scents. Then she'll really need that diaper." Juno giggled. "That is so nasty, you big bastard." She shifted position and he backed away. "So of course I'll do it." For a full minute she rested her well used womanhood atop my neglected little dick, squirmed her hips around, got me wildly excited, as his semen leaked out of her. Then she lifted herself up and left me twitching my pelvis. I realized that I was still weeping, though more quietly. She shifted to the side and pulled up the front of my diaper and fastened the tabs. The mixed fluids from their bout of intercourse were sealed in against my hairless privates. It gave me a sense of being unforgettably defiled. He got up and effortlessly helped her to her feet. His pants were still opened and his flaccid cock, much larger soft than mine was hard, hung there like a symbol of his raw masculinity. She leaned against him and put her arms around his thick torso, lying her head against his shoulder. "That was impossibly good," she told him. "One more reason for me to never let my weakling husband's baby dick inside my pussy." "You mean your sissy toddler." He guffawed. "That's a kick, treating the wimp like a little kid and not even letting him... or her... say a word." "If you like all that, check this out." She untied the ribbons on my pacifier and popped it out of my mouth. When he saw that it was modeled like a short chubby cock he pointed at it and howled with laughter. I could only lie there and wish I was able to turn invisible. "Hey," he said, "you know what you should do?" He still had the sadistic tone of a strong male who wants to destroy a weaker one. "Put that thing inside you and get it all slicked up. Then stuff it back into diaper girl's mouth." Juno looked at him as if to be sure he was serious. A slow smile spread across her pretty face. She liked the idea as much as he did. I let out an involuntarily loud sob. My wife stared at me as she pushed the faux cock up into her and turned it side to side, to collect as much of his ejaculate and her secretions as she could. Then she slowly extracted it, held it up so we could all see how well it was coated, and unhurriedly moved it toward my mouth. "Open wide, sweet cheeks," she told me as if she was feeding me ice cream. The unclean device went past my lips and touched my tongue. I tasted the salty cream and my throat convulsed. She playfully worked the mini- dildo in and out for a half dozen strokes before leaving it all the way in and retying the ribbons. I gagged. Breathed rushed through my nostrils as I inhaled and exhaled desperately. At last I got my respiration back under control and lay there, unquestionably defeated. They got into bed together to cuddle. After a while, tired out from their exertions, they told me to crawl over to my juvenile mattress and get under my little blanket. Then they napped while I lay on my side, irreversibly mortified, and replayed everything that had happened over and over in my mind. About an hour later they awoke. There was some more kissing and then he decided to take a shower. My bride joined him and I had to endure knowing that they were naked together in there. When they returned, wrapped in bath towels, Juno impossibly tantalizing, I could only wait for my next humiliation. It wasn't long in coming. We all went to the kitchen and I had to sit at the table. Duke said that, with his carpentry skills, he could rig me up a tray that attached to the chair. Maybe even construct a highchair for me to sit in, with my feet dangling. Juno got busy at the counter and on the stovetop. Duke helped himself to a beer and sat across from me enjoying it, where I couldn't avoid seeing him. My wife set the case of creamed peas in front of me, along with an infant-sized spoon. It's bad enough when she makes me eat baby food, but that flavor is the worst. And the texture makes my throat try to close up. I didn't look forward to having to empty one of those 12 little jars. Then she set two large baby bottles to one side. I assumed they were full of her usual formula; it has always bothered me that she won't reveal what's in that. "All right," she said with a sly smirk. "Here's your dinner, Baby Andrea. I expect you to finish both those bottles. And all of those delicious yummy peas." Did she mean all of one jar? The alternative was unthinkable. As if reading my mind, she went on, "I mean all twelve of those jars. Nummy nom." I held up my hands to remind her of how they had been incapacitated. And gestured toward my mouth, which was still blocked by the prick/pacifier. She chuckled. "You'll have plenty of time to open those jars and use that spoon. In fact, it's okay if it takes all night. While Duke and I are sleeping -- after more fantastic sex -- you can take as long as you need to eat those scrumptious peas. I know they're your favorite. And to finish those bottles. With that diaper on, you won't even have to worry about going potty. Now just let me take care of this..." She untied the ribbons from behind my head once more, and removed the wet plug, then wiped it off on my smooth cheeks. "And you're ready for your delectable dinner. Isn't that wonderful?" Instead of saying what I really wanted to, I told her what was expected from me. "Yes. Thank you." "Thank you 'who'?" Understanding what she wanted, I expanded it to, "Thank you, Mommy Juno." "That doesn't sound like my widdle Baby Andrea." Duke was drilling me with his eyes. Juno leaned in close enough that her breast pressed against my bare upper arm. She toyed with my nipple through the thin top. I whimpered under all the stress and stimulation. In a simpering little girl voice I told her, "Baby Andrea wuvs her nummy peas. She's going to eat them allll up." "Then she had better get started." Duke said, "Hey, babe, don't forget that other thing I got." "Oh, that's right," she said brightly. "Before we decided to let you into the bedroom with us, Duke had the cleverest idea. He got you something so you could listen in while we were kissing and hugging. But soon you'll be right in there with us, getting to watch everything. So for right now, while you're out here, I agree with Uncle Duke that you should have your birthday gift immediately." The big man left the room and returned with a yellow plastic box that had images of dancing animals on it. It was about the size of a six- pack of canned soda. There was a plastic speaker grill on the front. "It's a baby monitor," he explained, as if talking to a dimwit. "And the receiver will be in the bedroom, so you can hear us. That way you won't feel like you're alone." I was already struggling to open the first jar of creamed peas with my restricted hands. When I got it opened that was a small victory. But it also meant that I had to start eating the contents. Just the smell made my gorge rise. I honestly hated that food. Still, I managed to get a limited grip on the spoon, dip it in, and feed myself a taste of the unwanted meal. I gagged a little. To prevent the my wife and her lover from getting displeased, I said, "Dee-wish-hiss." They grinned as I slowly got through the first jar. Then I picked up the nearest bottle, to try to wash the taste out of my mouth. Unfortunately, Juno had changed my formula and it was so sour it made me wince. My bride fingered my nipples until I had an erection inside my unclean diaper. She whispered into my ear, "I'll try to make what you hear from the bedroom as entertaining as possible, Baby Andrea. Mommy Juno is going to have such a good time with Uncle Duke. Right?" "Yes, Mommy Juno," I agreed in my immature-sounding way. "Baby Andrea want you to have lots of fun with Uncle Duke." For good measure I added, "Yay." They went away. I watched my wife's jutting, panty-clad bottom sway until she was gone. Moments later the speaker in front of me crackled into life. I heard my wife say, "I hope you're eating all that green goodness, Baby Andrea." Assuming she could hear me, I answered, "Yes, Mommy Juno. I'm your good girl." "I know you are." That told me the communication was two-way. "Now I have to get Uncle Duke out of his bath towel so we can do stuff together." There was a pause before she exclaimed, "Damn. Look at that cock. If my husband Andrew had one like that, I wouldn't have had to turn him into a ridiculous girly toddler." That was soon followed by the sounds of foreplay, and then lovemaking, all of it interspersed with disparaging comments about my masculinity and my wife's vows to be Duke's willing sex slave in bed. I had to listen for the next hour as they shared noisy sex. About ten minutes after they were finally done, as I sat there disconsolately forcing myself to finish the second jar of peas and swallow more of the unpleasant contents of my first bottle, my wife reappeared. She looked thoroughly sated, her blond hair falling down around her sweet round face, one long strand hanging over her right eye. It appeared that her knees were weak from overexertion. She stood alongside me with a cute lopsided smile. "Duke wanted me to give you something," she said, voice thickened by the afterglow in which she was basking. She peeled her panties down her curvy legs. Juno must have kept them on for their second bout of sex. I could see that the area around the split crotch was slimed with his ejaculate. She took them all the way off, used them to clean her pussy and, to my horror, put them over my head. My wife adjusted them so that the wettest spot was against my nose, and the opening directly over my mouth. She giggled and took the spoon from my hand. Then she opened the third jar of peas, scooped some out, and fed it to me through the messy slit. She laughed at the repulsed face I made, set the spoon back down, and gave me an air kiss from a safe and sanitary distance. "Think of me while you're enjoying the rest of your meal, baby boo. And I'll be thinking of you while I'm snuggled up right next to your Uncle Duke. We expect to see all those peas gone and both bottle empty when we check you again." Juno turned around. I got a good look at her now bare bottom. In that moment I wished she would come back and play with my nipples some more. It had felt so good. I wouldn't even mind that she was doing it while I was being Baby Andrea. Well, I would mind, but the trade-off would be worth it. My resistance to being so absolutely disgraced was wearing away. With an effort I got a fresh grip on the miniature spoon, dipped it into the newly opened jar, and made myself take another taste of the gag-inducing, mushy vegetables. At the rate I was going it would take a long time to finish everything. Maybe even all night. Having to feed myself through the opening in her used panties, smelling the moist results of their two encounters, reaffirming my failure as a man with every mouthful, would gradually wear me down until I didn't know what would be left of Andrew, and what would be replaced by Baby Andrea. Several jars later I heard more sounds from the speaker. They were at it again. There was more energetic vocal coitus, with both of them joking about my tiny dick. By the time they were done I had indigestion not just from my awful meal, but also from those reminders of my sexual worthlessness. The hours after that dragged by. I repeatedly stopped eating and drinking, believing that I couldn't ingest any more. But then the specter of what leaving anything uneaten or undrunk would cost me loomed up, and I coaxed myself to resume. By the time the first bottle was drained, my bladder was full. On top of everything else, I didn't want to also wet my diaper. Even so, I had to empty both bottles. When I started the second one, holding it precariously between both hampered hands, it tasted even less appetizing than the first. What had she put in there? My body was demanding relief from the pressure building up inside me. I fought it, even as I was choking down more peas and getting additional formula past my gag reflex. I touched my belly and it was swollen. That set off fresh tears. I sat there weeping quietly, hoping the lovers wouldn't awaken and hear the sounds of my helpless suffering. I sniffled and sobbed. At one point I realized I was blubbering to myself and had to discipline my emotions to regain silence. The first light of dawn was coming through the kitchen window as I began to lose the battle of the bladder. There were still two more jars of peas to consume. And about a third of the last bottle to be sucked through the rubber nipple. That was when I heard the sounds of Juno and Duke stirring. Every movement and murmur was very clear, as if they had turned up the volume on the baby monitor. My stomach began to cramp. They started to make love -- again. I had never been able to perform more than once in 48 hours. Duke was on his fourth go-round since the evening before. It made me feel deeply inadequate. They were unrestrained and he drove her to a hollering climax. They might be coming to the kitchen soon, so I redoubled my efforts to finish the all- night meal. My bladder was more insistent than ever. At long last all the jars were empty and both bottles gone. But my internal distress kept mounting. I passed the point of containing myself. Surrender became the only option and suddenly I was filling my diaper with hot, strongly scented piss. The wetness spread. It was like being scented with shame. I had occasionally been driven to that act before, but never with Juno being joined by a second witness. A male witness. With who she had just had super sex. I moaned as I finished and then, with perfect timing, my wife entered the kitchen. "Does Baby Andrea have to go potty before she makes wet in her die-dee?" Her pretty mouth was transformed by an exaggerated pout. "Or is it already too late? Oh, poor baby." She didn't try to hide the sneer that followed. "What a naughty little girl. Peeing in her diaper on purpose. Just to be spiteful. If that's the way Baby Andrea is going to misbehave, she can just stay in her wet diaper. Maybe even until she poops." There I sat, feminized and juvenilized, her smelly panties over my head, the most sex-stained section still over my nose, the slit that Duke's cock had penetrated against my lips. I had been utterly disgraced and sleep deprivation further weakened my mind. As Duke followed my wife into the room, I saw my hopes for mercy receding. His smug expression reflected how completely he viewed his victory and, worse, how much he would enjoy asserting himself and degrading me over and over. They shared a lingering kiss. She put on coffee. Duke waved his hand under his nose and remarked, "I think the little girl peed herself." "I know. She can be changed later, after she's had time to think about her disobedience. I said something about changing her before it was too late and, just like that, she piddled." What? No. That wasn't how it had happened. But I was in no position to contradict her, least of all with Duke plainly ready to take her side. So I sat there with my mitten-clad hands pressed to my cheeks, and made a sad and remorseful face. Maybe that would help. "Aw. Look at the little princess," my wife cooed. "I think she wants to learn to be good. And we can teach her. I have so many helpful ideas." "Yeah," Duke seconded. "Helpful. That's the word." "And I'm sure our Baby Andrea will thank us for all the effort we're going to put into making her the most well behaved little munchkin ever. Aren't you, darling?" "Yet, Mommy Juno. Boo-boo Andrea want to be the bet bay-bay girl ever. Tank you." She came close to tickle my nipples, getting me aroused all over again. "And Mommy Juno loves to hear Baby Andrea talk so pretty. In fact, I expect to hear her talk like that ALL the time when she's with Mommy Juno. And with Uncle Duke. Who has two weeks of vacation to use up before his next assignment. And who will be staying with us for the whole, entire, complete 14 days. We grown-ups will have lots of that glorious smelling coffee, and you will have so many bottles. What does Baby Andrea think of all that?" First I said, "Yay?" But when I heard how dispirited it sounded, it amplified it to, "Goody-goody. Two week wit Unkey Duke be so much funs. Goody -- (sob) -- goody." ********* (One of my readers requested a baby story with plenty of humiliation and offered to let me use his baby name. I had been wanting to write something like this, so it was a good match-up.) (If you want to see some good adult baby art, for free, check www.deviantart.com/davelomas. Tell him Throne sent you.)