Baby Talk

Looks like Maddy is on a rather slippery and decidedly crinkly slope for the next little bit.

The crinkle  of light translucent  plastic echoed through the bedroom as Susan pulled a clean pair of his plastic pants from a drawer ,these were covered in a pale pink chiffon overlay covered in lace ruffles across the front and rear .She placed a bulky soft terry  nappy between his legs smiling down at the hairless extreamly small penis and testicles .Susan secured the nappy in place with pink headed nappy safety pins then gently guided his feet into the leg openings of the ruffled plastic panties and drew them up his legs  smoothing  the frilly pink ruffled  knickers over his hips, the fabric shimmering under the  light. Robbin sat perched on the edge of the bed, his face flushed, wearing a sheer pink chiffon nightie that barely reached his mid-thigh. "Stop squirming, baby," Susan commanded, her voice sharp. "A good girl stays still for her mommy." "Please, Susan," Robbin whimpered, his voice thin. "The plastic... it's so loud." "That's the point, Robbin. I want everyone to hear you when you move or play with your tiny tinkle ." The door clicked open, and Chloe stepped in. The nineteen-year-old blonde radiated a predatory confident  energy, her gaze sliding immediately to the trembling man in the lace and plastic. She leaned against the doorframe, a smirk playing on her lips. "Is this the your husband  you told me about?" Chloe asked, her voice dripping with amusement. " Yes This is my sissy baby," Susan replied laughing , guiding Chloe toward the bed., he gets to wear pretty things." Chloe reached out, her manicured nails snagging the edge of the very short chiffon nightie. She yanked the fabric up, exposing the thick, absorbent padding and the translucent plastic lined frilly  pants  . "Oh my god, look at those lace  ruffles," Chloe giggled, her eyes dropping lower. She reached inside the leg openings  of the knickers, her fingers brushing against his nappy .  Robbin let out a choked sob, his small member twitching inside his nappy unfortunatley Chloe didnt touch his peepee. "It's just under three inches," Susan added, leaning in close. "Utterly useless for a woman's needs. That's why he's just a baby....a baby girl. Right, Robbin?" "Yes, Mommy," he whispered, his eyes watering. Chloe let out a loud, mocking laugh and whipped out her phone, snapping a series of high-angle photos of his diminutive erection pressed against the white cotton of the nappy and knickers . "All my freinds  are going to love this," Chloe teased, rubbing her fingers over the front of the lace ruffles on his panties. "Does the baby want his pacifier, or does he want to watch Mommy get ready for her date ?" "He can watch," Susan decided, her hand sliding down to slap Robbin’s padded backside. The sound was a dull, heavy thud. "Get in your cot, baby. It's time for your lesson in inadequacy." Robbin scrambled into the wooden slats of the oversized cot, the plastic pants shlicking and pink ruffled lace rear on show for his babysitter ,the plastic crinkled with every movement. He curled up, clutching the rails, as Susan began to undress for him she knew her sexy slender body would keep him unbearably hard , leaving him to think about own tiny, useless length while the women laughed at his expense.    The crinkle of frilly lined translucent plastic pants echoed through the bedroom as Chloe tilted the bottle. Robbin stared up at the nineteen-year-old, his cheeks flushing a deep crimson. He shifted in his baby cot, the bulky cloth nappy beneath his sheer pink chiffon nightie bunching uncomfortably. "Drink up, little Robbin," Chloe cooed, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. "Does the baby want his formula?" Robbin whimpered, his eyes darting toward his wife. "Susan, please..." "Babies don't talk back, Robbin," Susan snapped. She stood before the mirror, her gaze cold. "And babies don't get a vote." Chloe chuckled, sliding her hand beneath the hem of Robbin's nightie to brush against the frilly pink ruffled knickers. She pinched the fabric, grazing the small, erect nub of his penis. "Oh my god, Susan, look at this," Chloe giggled. " he's hard ,I can  barely feel it can't be bigger than a cocktail sausage. How do you even find it under all these ruffles?" "I stopped looking a long time ago," Susan replied. She stepped toward her dresser and pulled out a pair of pale ivory satin bikini panties with intricate lace trimming. She slid them on, the expensive fabric contrasting with the clinical, infantile sight of her husband in the cot. She fastened a matching bra, pushing her breasts upward. "Is it true he just wants to watch you with your boyfreind ?" Chloe asked, her fingers continuing to tease Robbin's groin. "He will do . It's the only way he's going to get any excitement from now on  and Jim dosn't mind infact hes looking forward to meeting my husband dressed up in his frilly pink baby clothing ,he found it highly amusing especailly the size of his peepee," Susan said, stepping into a mid-thigh length black dress.  Robbin let out a soft sob, the sound muffled by the pacifier Chloe suddenly shoved into his mouth. "Shh," Chloe whispered, leaning in close. "Just focus on your little toy, baby. Maybe if you're good, I'll  change your nappy later I'm sure it will be wet after drinking your baby bottle." Susan turned, her long dark brown  hair cascading over her shoulders. She looked at Chloe with a predatory smile. "Can you help me with the zip, Chloe?" Chloe stepped away from the cot, the plastic of Robbin's pants giving one last loud snap as she moved. She reached around Susan, pulling the zipper up the spine of the black dress. "You look breathtaking, Mrs. H," Chloe murmured. "I bet the new guy is going to love how you smell I love that perfume and that underwear ,very sexy " "He's a real man," Susan said, glancing back at the trembling figure in the pink nightie. "Something Robbin could never be." "Poor little sissy baby," Chloe laughed, glancing back at Robbin. "Don't cry, baby. You can watch Mummy have some real fun tonight." Susan checked her reflection one last time, a look of pure satisfaction on her face. "Keep him quiet, Chloe. I don't want to hear a peep until I get home."   Robbin sat huddled in the oversized cot , Chloe had found a pink satin and  lace bonnet  he was now wearing, the pink ribbon scratching against his jaw. He gripped a plush rabbit, the fabric damp from saliva. A silicone pacifier clicked rhythmically against his teeth, the only sound in the room aside from the rhythmic scritch-scratch of a makeup brush. Chloe leaned over the railing, her scent of vanilla shampoo flooding Robbin's senses. She smirked, her eyes tracing the ruffles of his baby-girl nightie. "I can read him a story while you finish that eyeliner, Suan," Chloe said. "I'm sure your little baby husband would love that." Suan leaned into the vanity mirror, ."Do you think he'll cry while you're gone?" Chloe asked. "Probably," Suan shrugged, dabbing the deep crimson gloss onto her lips. "He expect so  he realizes I'm leaving him for a real man ...this is only my second date though but if hes tearful I guess It adds to the charm." "I might give him a little pinch if he gets too fussy," Chloe suggested with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Do it. He needs to learn his place," Suan replied. She didn't look back at the cot. "Just five more minutes," Suan replied as she  applied red lipstick.  The clicking of Suan's stiletto heels echoed on the hardwood as she stood, smoothing a tight black dress over her hips. Outside, a car engine rumbled, gravel crunching under heavy tires. Suan froze, a sharp spark igniting in her eyes. "He's here," Suan whispered. Chloe straightened up, glancing at the bulky diaper bulging beneath Robbin's lace pink sheer  frilly panties and babydoll. "Right  You showed me where the baby things are, right?"Chloe asked  confirming . "Bottom drawer of the changing table. If you don't want to deal with a wet nappy, just wait until I'm back. I'm sure Jim will love seeing my husband  change him." Chloe’s eyebrows shot up. She looked at Robbin, who stared blankly at the ceiling, his chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. "So he's definitely coming back tonight? How exciting. I'm looking forward to meeting him. He sounds like a real hunk." Suan laughed, a cold, melodic sound that didn't reach her eyes. "Oh, he is. And I'm convinced I won't be disappointed by his size. He looks huge." The two women shared a laugh, the sound ringing through the nursery. Robbin shifted, the plastic lined frilly knickers  crinkling loudly in the sudden silence. "Poor thing," Chloe murmured, though her voice lacked any real pity. "He's just a little girl, isn't he?" Suan grabbed her clutch from the vanity and stepped right up to the cot ,leaning in brushing her long brown hair back over her ears she smiled at her babified husband " we talked about this for months and agreed this is the best way to save our marriage , be grateful I'm not doing anything behind your back you will be a part of this as much as we want you to be ...Keep him quiet, Chloe. I don't want to think about  wet diapers while I'm with a real man." .Susan kissed her husband on the forehead . He looked up at her dark brown eyes she was excited, his own eyes swimming with a mixture of shame and helplessness. Chloe smiled, knowing the trajectory of the evening. Suan wouldn't return alone. She’d be coming back with a man who possessed everything Robbin lacked, and the sissified man in the cot would likely spend the night watching his wife be claimed by someone far more capable. "Now then, baby Robbin,"   then left the bedroom .The front door clicked shut, leaving Chloe alone with the scent of baby powder and the wide, vacant eyes of the man in the lace bonnet. Chloe reached for a picture book, her smile widening. "Now then, baby girl," she whispered. "Let's see what happens in the story."   ...............................................................................................................   The bedroom smelled of baby powder and expensive jasmine. Robin shifted in the giant wooden cot, the thick padding of his nappy crinkling loudly under a frilly pink lace nightie . The frilled Plastic pants clung to his thighs as the tight elastic bit into his thighs, trapping heat and moisture against his skin. He gripped the bars, his knuckles white, as the bedroom door swung open. Susna  walked in, her tight black dress hugging every curve. Beside her stood a man who looked like he had been carved from granite. He towered over Robbin his presence filling the room. "Look at him, Jim," Susan said, a smirk playing on her lips. "My little baby girl is awake." Jim let out a low, guttural laugh. He looked down at Robbin with pure disdain. "This is the one? The little thing you told me about...your husband ?" "The very one," Susan replied. "He can't provide what a real man can. His little toy is barely a nub." Robbin whimpered, his face flushing a deep red. He tried to pull the lace hem of his nightie  down further. "Don't hide, baby those cute frilly baby knickers ," Susan commanded. "You need to learn how a woman is actually satisfied." Jim didn't wait. He grabbed Susan by the waist, hoisting her up. He pulled  the black fabric upward, exposing her wetness in the crotch of her ivory coloured satin and lace underwear . He unzipped his trousers, and a massive, vein-ridged cock sprang free, pulsing with heat. Robbin  gasped, his eyes wide. The sheer size of it made his own anatomy feel nonexistent. "Watch closely, sissy," Jim barked. He slammed into her with a wet, heavy thud. Susan  let out a sharp, piercing scream of pleasure. The sound of their bodies colliding echoed through the room—a rhythmic, fleshy slapping that drowned out Robins s soft sobs. "Oh god, yes! Right there!" Susan moaned, her head tossing back. The air filled with the sound of flesh on flesh and  slapping noises , squelching as Jim  drove deeper, his thick  eight inch long shaft stretching her open. Every thrust pushed air out of her, creating a wet, popping noise that vibrated in Robbins s ears. "Is he crying, Susan ?" Jim  gasped, his voice strained with effort. "Is the baby upset that he's useless?" "He's devastated," Susan  panted, her voice thick with lust. "He knows he'll never feel this. He knows he's just a babygirl that wears nappies ." Jim groaned, his movements becoming more frantic. He gripped Susans hips, his fingers digging into her skin. The sound of the impact intensified, a rapid-fire sequence of wet slaps and guttural grunts. Susan's nails clawed at Jim's back, her breath coming in jagged hitches. "I'm going to fill you up," he growled. With a final, violent surge, he buried himself to the hilt. He shuddered, his muscles locking as he pumped hot seed deep into her cervix. Susan wailed, her body trembling in the afterglow. Jim  stepped back, his cock sliding out with a loud, suctioning squelch. He looked at Robbin, who was curled in a fetal position, tears soaking into his pink lace. " You will clean up the mess, baby when we are done ," Susan whispered, her voice cold and satisfied.   Jim and Susan quickly reorganiised thier clothing as there was a knock on the bedroom door ,Chloe was awake "just come to check on the baby think she might need a nappy change now she said trying to hide her laughter.Clearly she had heard the fucking .Hi Chloe hope we didnt wake you this is Jim the man I was telling you about from work .Chloe couldnt help notice the long thick bulge itenting out  his trousers his erection still evident . " Oh hello Jim pleased to meet you "she said blusing ." Chloe is my husbands babysitter ,I have not checked his nappy but if you wish to do the honours ?   .......................................................   A sharp rap on the bedroom door sent Jim and Susan scrambling. They yanked their clothes back into place, breath still heavy, as the door creaked open. Chloe stood there wearing just  a t shirt that barely covered her white nylon panties , a playful glint in her eyes and a smirk dancing on her lips. "Just coming to check on the baby," Chloe said, her voice dripping with mock innocence. "Think she might need a nappy change now." The laughter she tried to hide failed miserably. She had heard every moan and thud from down the hallway. Jim stood tall, his trousers straining against a thick, stubborn erection that pointed prominently forward. "Hi Chloe. Hope we didn't wake you," Jim said, his voice low and smug. "I'm Jim, the man Susan told you about from work." Chloe’s gaze dropped immediately to the bulge in his pants. A deep flush crept up her neck. "Oh, hello Jim. Pleased to meet you," she murmured, her eyes lingering on his crotch. Susan leaned back against the dresser, crossing her arms. "Chloe is my husband's babysitter," Susan explained. "I haven't checked his nappy yet, but if you wish to do the honors?" Chloe stepped forward. She leaned over the cot where Robin lay. He was crimson, his chest heaving as tears tracked through the powder on his cheeks. He didn't move as Chloe gripped the hem of his pink sheer nylon nightie and hiked it up. Chloe slid two fingers into the leg opening of his frily baby knickers and onto  the thick cloth nappy. She pulled back, her fingers glistening. "Oh yes, she definitely needs a change," Chloe announced. "I'll get a fresh nappy and some new frilly panties." She marched to the chest of drawers, rummaging through the lace ,satin and nylon. She produced a fresh cloth nappy, plastic pants, and a pair of lemon-colored, plastic-lined baby panties. The panties were a monstrosity of sheer  pale lemon nylon chiffon, layered with multiple tiers of white lace ruffles on the front and rear. Chloe reached down and teased the wet panties down his legs. She unpinned the sodden nappy, exposing his tiny, hairless penis, which stood rigid despite his shame. "Ooh dear, someone is excited," Chloe teased, poking the small shaft. Jim let out a loud, barking laugh. "Fucking hell, that dick belongs on a five-year-old," Jim jeered. The room erupted. Susan and Chloe howled with laughter while Robin collapsed into a sob, burying his face in the mattress to hide his humiliation. Chloe ignored his cries, briskly wiping him with cold wipes before pinning the fresh cloth nappy tight against his hips. She held the lemon-colored knickers up to the light, shaking the chiffon and lace  ruffles out with a crisp snap. "There we go, baby," she whispered. She slid the plastic pants up first folowed by the plastic -lined fabric up over the bulky nappy, smoothing the nylon down with a few firm, mocking pats to his crotch." There ya go baby double layer of protection in case you wet your self again"    Susan Jim and Chloe went downstairs "lets open a bottles of wine "Susan suggested .Robin could hear lots of talking with intermittenent gigling and lound laghter from his cot ,the bedroom door was wide open .He concluded they were having a laugh at his expense he picked out cetain words from conversations  such as "babydick", "sissy" and "nappies".    Around an hour later all three were heard coming upstairs,stepping onto the landing Chloe went to the spare room next door ,Susan and Jim returned to the master bedroom lauging and kising each other as they undressed . Susan through her panties into the cot for her husband "here baby why not play with mommies panties while I play with something more exciting" she was a litle tipsey from the wine .   In a matter of seconds Jim and Susan were naked and laying on the bed ,Jim on top soon he was licking her moist vagina ,after several minutes she returned the favour and began to take most of his long thick erection into her mouth moaning loudly .Robin was kneeling up in the cot ,in the dim light of the bed side lamp he had a good clear unobstucted view of the lovers .He felt he need to masterbate this time and pulled out his tiny three inche erection , the rustling noise of the plastic panties had not gone unoticed by Susan " oooh look Jim my baby girl is playing with her tiny ickle baby penis ...you like watching mommy and uncle Jim fuck dont you sweetie " .Robin compelled to reply could only muster "yeth mommy " in his best babyish lisp loud enough for Chloe to hear next door.  . The headboard hammered against the wall in a rhythmic, punishing cadence. Inside the oversized white slats of the cot, Robin trembled and jerked his miniscule thin penis . The crinkle of his plastic pants echoed every shiver, the frilly pink lace of his babydoll nightie tickling  against his upper  thighs. He clutched the rails, with his free hand  his  knuckles white, listening to the wet, slapping sounds of skin meeting skin from the master bed. Jim didn't waste another second. He gripped Susan harder . He drove his oversized eight-inch cock deep inside her, slamming hard against her cervix. "Oh god, yes!" Susan gasped, her voice breaking into a sob. He gripped her buttocks, fingers digging into the flesh, and ploughed into her with rhythmic violence. The sound of their bodies meeting—a wet, squelching slap—filled the room. His thick shaft glistened with her slick juices, pushing air out of her in guttural moans. Powerful orgasms rippled through Susan's body, her internal muscles clamping tight around him as she climaxed again and again, sobbing in the wake of the intensity.   "You're enjoying this  aren't you, my little girl?" Susan  gasped between each deep penetrating thrust of Jim's oversized penis .   Suans stepped into the light. She was flushed, her chest heaving, her hair a wild mahogany nest. She wore nothing but a smirk. "I... I can't stop hearing it," Robin whimpered, his voice thin and cracking. Susan laughed, a sharp sound that cut through the room. She walked toward the cot, the scent of sweat and musk trailing behind her. "That was amazing . A real man, Robin. He didn't just fill me; he stretched me until I thought I’d break. Do you know what that feels like? To actually feel something inside you that big ?" "Please, Mommy," Robin sobbed, the pink bonnet slipping over one eye. "Look at you. A grown man in a nappy and frilly knickers , crying because he's got a tiny little penis between his legs. You can't even make me moan, can you?" She climbed over the railing, the mattress dipping under her weight. She straddled his chest, her thighs pinning his arms. The heat radiating from her skin felt like a furnace. She reached down, hooking her fingers into the leg openings  of his frilly knickers and pulling them aside with a snap. "Do you smell that?" she whispered, leaning closer. Robin gasped. The scent hit him—a heavy, pungent aroma of seamen  and raw sex. "Jim left a gift for you," Susan murmured. She shifted, lifting her hips to reveal her wide-open, glistening heat. Her vagina was stretched, the lips plump and drenched. A thick, pearlescent mixture of her own juices and Jim's cream began to dribble slowly from her core, sliding down the curve of her perineum. It looked like molten silver against her flushed skin. "It's overflowing, Robin. Such a waste to let it just drip onto the sheets." "I... I don't..." "Shut up," she commanded. She grabbed the ribbons of his pink bonnet, yanking his head forward. With a sudden, forceful motion, she lowered herself, pressing her soaking wet slit directly onto his mouth and nose. The taste was salt and musk, overwhelming and thick. Robin gagged for a second before the instinct to please took over. He began to lap, his tongue swirling against her clit and diving deep into the folds to collect the leaking seed. "That's it," his wife  groaned, arching her back as he sucked the cream from her. "Clean your mommy, you pathetic little baby. Drink every drop of a real man's cock." The squelching sound of his tongue working against her wetness filled the quiet room, a rhythmic, desperate slurping that replaced the sounds of the headboard.      

Meanwhile Sandy was downstairs calling the doctor. "Dr. Joy this is amazing! Kayla is being so relaxed and so silly! What is that bunny doing for her? Its amazing how childlike shes being." Sandy starts the phone call in excitement 

Had to go to the county offices today to handle some tax papers and got stuck in a long line for over an hour. No where to sit or lean, my back was giving me excruiating pain, my legs were trembling and wanted to give out; and I soaked my pull-up. Barely made it through the wait to get my business done. There's got to be a better way! Back home now, in a dry Northshore pull-up and lounge pants. Done standing for the day lol.

Curious to see next chapter