Baby Talk

As Sally grows, her life gets more advanced. Enjoying supercars and the responsibilities. Home alone, and getting used to the anticlimactic moments - very well written. And the contrasting moments when she slips her diaper on. Adroable.

110. The Big Day There was a bench down the side of the house, where it would be possible to sit and watch little kids playing in the back garden – except for one part where the view was cut off by the house in between – and anybody coming into the driveway at the front. Tess had never seen Gabby sitting there through the winter, and the white paint on the little piece of furniture. With the hedges curling tentative tendrils of growth around it as well, it almost disappeared into the shrubbery. But Tess had asked Ffrances if she could try cutting the greenery back a little so there would be somewhere comfortable to sit when spring arrived; and she’d learned that this was an annual chore that Gabby always put off for several weeks because of the amount of work involved. Now Tess was sitting in a clear area in the middle of the bench, idly uncoiling the young shoots where they had looped around the planks of the bench. She did her best to release them and put them back into the hedge behind her, rather than breaking them off when the plants would still be feeling fragile. But most of her attention today was on the street. There was a nervous knot in her stomach as she waited, and she was smart enough to recognise that the continuation of this choire was just displacement activity; something to occupy her hands so that she didn’t have to think so hard about what she had gotten herself into. Talking to Spike had been surprisingly easy after that conversation with Mindy. He seemed to sense that there was something Tess wanted to say, and had asked her to walk with him back to Pine Ridge. After much dithering and stuttering, she’d been able to ask him if he wanted to be her daddy. Just for an afternoon, to see if the regression fantasies in his mind were close to how it could work in reality, and if it was really something to do. And he’d said yes. She’d also mentioned using hypnosis to help get into the right headspace, although she’d been too nervous to go into any of the details. She’d managed to explain little bits and pieces over the following week, and she thought that he had an approximate idea of the kind of things that he would be able to do to her now, although she still hadn’t managed to go into any of the specifics. It was just one afternoon, she told herself. It was just to test it out, to see if the presence of someone she really loved would be enough of a positive influence to overcome the embarrassment of being a little kid again. If it was him, she told herself, she would do whatever it took to make him happy. But she still couldn’t be sure. If she found out that she didn’t like it, would he lose interest in her? She couldn’t believe it; but there was still that nagging voice at the back of her mind, telling her that she could be sacrificing the friendship that mattered the most to her. But she knew that wasn’t true; if he wanted it that badly, then refusing to try would drive him away even faster. And she’d known him for a few years now, she was sure that Spike was a good person. She couldn’t let Gabby’s cynicism get to her. They’d had a long conversation that morning. Gabby knew that Spike was coming round for dinner; presumably Ffrances had told her. She had gone on and on about how boys only want sex, and how certain she was that Spike would make some contrived excuse to get Tess out of her clothes. Tess had wanted to yell, to tell her that she was going to be too young to even consider something like that today. But letting her cousin know that she would consider regressing for someone else was the last thing she wanted. Gabby still kept talking as if Tess wanted to be treated like a little kid, or it was something that would be good for her. No matter how many times Tess told her that it was only for Gabby’s sake, she kept on acting the same way. And knowing that it had happened with someone else could only make her more certain. No, this was something Gabby could never know about. Tess looked down at her clothes again. She was wearing a white shirt with unicorns on, a print that looked like it was made of glitter. And her jeans today were slightly scruffy, but with embroidered butterflies along her legs, detailed using an extension of the two lines of stitches along the seams. They were really discreet, and some of them had sequin eyes, but it was amazing how much cuteness could be conveyed with a couple of simple lines. There had been some really good things in the closet in Gabby’s nursery after all. Tess didn’t know what age these clothes made her look. She couldn’t imagine someone her own age wearing them, but she also didn’t remember ever wearing something like this as a child. They were cute, that much was undeniable, and maybe that would be enough. So she could try to be twelve or thirteen for Spike, just young enough for him to be watching out for her. Or she could go a bit further and be eight or nine, a real little kid. If he really wanted her to be smaller, she had decided that her minimum age limit was six. But she really didn’t want to go that far, and she didn’t think that Spike would ask. She would have to play it by ear, and learn what elements of this fantasy appealed to him. And having clothes that could fit a whole range of “little girl” ages seemed quite appropriate, because there would be no need for Tess to actually get changed based on what kind of activities he wanted to do. Tess grumbled at the voice in the back of her mind. She knew that Gabby had put it there; wondering if Spike would try to find an excuse for her to change so that he could catch a glimpse of her naked. It was the kind of thing Gabby would suggest; but Tess knew that Spike had nothing like that on her mind. If he wanted something like that he would know he would just ask; Tess didn’t entirely understand her peers’ obsession with seeing and touching each other’s bodies, but she was curious to explore that side of herself more, and she was fairly sure that she found him attractive in that kind of way. But Spike said he had no interest in that kind of thing at all, like it was completely alien to him. Not something she needed to worry about. “Hey!” Ffrances’s voice startled Tess, making her turn around suddenly. She was stepping out through the back door at the corner of the house. “You okay out here? Not too cold?” “Sorry, I… I don’t know. Thought the fresh air would help clear my head.” “Nervous?” “Like you wouldn’t believe. I don’t know why. We’re just trying something new to find out if it works, it shouldn’t be such a big deal. But…” “But you’ve got feelings for him. Ones that you don’t really understand yet. So this is like first date butterflies all over again. Even if you’re only trying it out, this could be an amazing thing for you if it works. It’s only natural to be nervous, isn’t it?” “Yeah, I guess. Gabby was going off at me this morning, about how careful I have to be and how he’s going to be just like every guy.” “Well she will never know. I’ve tweaked the security settings on the router, so she won’t be able to spy on us this weekend.” “What? Was she–” “I don’t know for sure. But I’ve caught her in the past, leaving her old laptop in the lounge with the webcam on when Spike was coming round. I think I got everything. Maybe she’ll call me and ask, and I’ll just tell her that I’m keeping an eye on you.” “Thanks,” Tess smiled a little. “Are you going to be watching?” “I’ll stay in her office if that’s easier for you. You can make dinner for yourself if you want, you know where everything is. Or tell your Daddy to make himself at home if you prefer him to take charge. If you want me to join you for dinner, just give me a call. I’m happy to order pizza if you want, or a sushi basket from Taro’s. And if you need any help, with anything, I’m here to offer advice.” “You mean…?” “I know you said he’s going to be Daddy, which surprised me a bit. But you didn’t say if you’re planning to let him use those posthypnotic suggestions. Or how little you’re going to be. That’s between you two, but if he wants any tips on the kinds of suggestions that work well, or anything like that, I’m happy to help. I can be the helpful auntie, I guess. I mean, after all the times you helped me feel what I want to. It’s your turn to get a perfect session.” “Thanks,” Tess said with a smile. “But you helped me so much already.” That was true, as well. Tess had thought she could spend the morning tidying her room, so that she could decide when it came to it just how much she wanted Spike to know. She hadn’t mentioned bedwetting yet, or Gabby’s adult baby fascination. Spike knew that the room was childish, but he probably still believed what Tess had told him initially, about it being leftovers from the previous occupants of the house. She’d taken a lot of time putting toys back in boxes, leaving no hint that she played with them, and she’d taken care to separate the childish clothes from her own things in the closets. She could explain each item when she had to. And Ffrances had been a huge help, finding heavy blankets they could drape over the changing table. With some toy boxes on top of it, it could have been any kind of cabinet, and there was no chance Spike would look closer. It was more than Tess could have done alone. She was nervous. Of course she was. She still didn’t know what being ‘daddy’ meant to Spike. Whether he would want to do the same kind of things Gabby was always trying to push her into. But somehow, even not knowing, it all felt different. Playing the baby role to indulge Gabby’s maternal instincts always felt like a burden, a high price to pay for being allowed to stay here, and it was a weight on her shoulders whenever she thought about it. But with Spike? She could imagine actually enjoying doing the same things for him. And she was sure that whatever activities he wanted, he would do his best to ensure she actually enjoyed it rather than a hypnosis-induced veneer of excitement to keep her smiling while it happened. “I’m going to tell him about the hypnosis,” she said, suddenly making a firm decision in her mind. And she wondered how she had ever doubted it. The thought of being hypnotised, controlled, and helpless pressed buttons deep inside her heart that she didn’t fully understand; this wasn’t just something she was doing to make him happy, but of course she couldn’t admit that to the hypnotist. She wouldn’t have been able to say it even if she knew what to call those feelings, so she found a more family-friendly explanation: “I don’t really feel like a little kid without it, and I want to give him the control. Seeing how he deals with it, that’ll be a big thing for me. I hope he does well. I’ve not decided on an age yet. I mean, I could dive in head first, or start with baby steps. Which is he most likely to enjoy? I mean, you talked to him about some of this stuff, didn’t you? In abstract terms.” “I was curious if he’d understand. But I never imagined he’d be interested in taking on the daddy role for this kind of ageplay scenario. That was a complete surprise to me, so I’m really not sure what parts of it appeal to him. But if I can suggest… you might like to think about a minimum and maximum regressed age that you’re comfortable with. The youngest you are willing to go to now, and the oldest that feels like it would actually be different from your real age. And then you can start at one end, and move step by step towards the other, trying out different versions of littlespace to find which one works best for both of you.” “Yeah, that sounds like a great idea. I already decided on a range of ages I’m comfortable with, so if I–” Tess stopped instantly when her phone vibrated, and glanced down. It was an XV message, but not from Spike this time. “Chloe,” she said, a second later. “Wants friends to go to some disco thing tonight. Not sure if she just wants to do something outside her normal routine, or if she’s expecting there to be somebody she’s interested in there. I’d like to be there for her, but it’s a bit late to be changing plans.” “You can’t do everything for everyone. I’m sure one of your friends will be there, right?” “Yeah. Liz already replied. They’ll be fine, and it’s good to know she won’t be out on her own. I mean, Chloe’s a smart girl, she wouldn’t do anything stupid anyway. But it’s good to know there’s somebody keeping an eye on her. And–” This time, the message making her heart skip a beat was from Spike. He was off the bus and would be there in ten minutes. Just enough time for Ffrances to wish Tess luck, and vanish back into the house before Spike arrived. Tess was more nervous than she’d ever been before; this experience was more intimidating than anything she’d done for Gabby, even if she wasn’t planning to go close to the same age, and she was a hundred times more certain that she would enjoy it. It would be good, she told herself, but it would still be hard.     Sorry… might be a little wait before the next chapter, as we wait for Gabby's story to catch up.

Megan, a lovely sexy attractive  woman in her late thirties with long dark hair, brown eyes, and a slim figure, sat in her living room with a small group of her friends and two teenage girls. Claire, sharp-witted and warm, Megan’s oldest friend; Lorraine, bold and broad-smiling, never one to hold back a comment; Jenna, who was quick to laugh and always ready with a teasing word; and the two girls—Chloe, eighteen, bright-eyed and bold, and Leah, nineteen, soft-spoken but watching everything with a knowing, amused smile. On the floor, at their feet, sat her husband—also in his late thirties—dressed as an infant. He wore a short frilly pink satin baby dress with lace edging along the hem and sleeves. Spread open between his legs, clearly on display, were his matching pale pink satin baby knickers, high-waisted and delicate. Beneath them, he wore loud, crinkly translucent plastic baby pants over a thick, soft terry-cloth nappy, fastened securely with two large pink safety pins. His hair was tied back in a ponytail with a pink satin ribbon, and he sucked steadily on a large pink pacifier fastened around his neck by a ribbon. This was how he had found himself now—and Megan was just about to explain exactly how it had all come to pass, to the four women watching  with amused curiosity.   “I came home from work early one day,” Megan began, her tone calm but sharp, “and caught him right there, dressed up like a little girl, sitting in front of his computer on one of those webcam chats. A woman on the screen was teasing him, humiliating him—and he was loving every second of it. She was laughing at him, making fun of his frilly pink baby clothes, and teasing him relentlessly about his tiny little erection. And there he was, playing with himself while she did it.” Megan paused, glancing down at him, then continued. “He told that woman—stranger he’d never even met—that he fantasised about being a cuckold. Didn’t you, my sweet sissy baby Susan? Told her all about how you imagined me cheating on you with a real man. She laughed right at you… and it made you so excited.” The women around the room began to giggle. “He had no idea I was standing right there behind him from the open door ,of the spare room  listening to every word,” Megan went on. “When I finally spoke up and confronted him, he was absolutely ashamed—burning bright red, stammering, close to tears. That night, once he’d calmed down, he confessed everything to me. He told me the truth: that the thought of me with another man—an actual man, bigger, stronger, better endowed—turned him on more than anything. Because his little problem… well, it’s less than three inches. Far too small for satisfying sex ... So small I can’t even feel him.” A murmur and a ripple of laughter went around the room. “We talked about it all, didn’t we, babykins? We had a long, honest talk. And after thinking it all through, I decided I’d had enough of wasting my life and my marriage  that went nowhere. I decided to do something about my rubbish sex life. So I started seeing someone from my office—Brad.” Megan smiled, and her voice warmed. “He’s exactly what you’d imagine: a real hunk. And as we women all know—you can tell, can’t you? You can always tell if a man is properly built… and good gracious, Brad is huge.” The room erupted in laughter. “We’d flirted for months, of course, but we’d never crossed that line. After a few lunch breaks together, I told him everything. I told him all about my sissified adult-baby husband, and his… little situation. He didn’t believe me at first—thought I was joking. So I showed him. I pulled out my phone and showed him the photos—all of him, dressed up in his frilly pink dresses, ribbons in his hair. Brad burst out laughing… and so did I. That was when I told him: I’d like him to meet my baby girl properly, one day.” Megan leaned forward slightly. “That was when everything changed. My husband ,sissy Susan moved into the spare room—his nursery, as it became. I bought a large crib, a changing table, and shelves full of frilly baby-girl clothes: soft cloth nappies, crinkly plastic pants, frilly baby knickers in satin and sheer cream and pink nylon, all trimmed with lace. Short frilly baby nightgowns, dresses, bonnets—everything. And I told him clearly: my bed is for real men now. Babies sleep in their crib with teddy bears for company .” She continued. “Once the nursery was decorated and ready, I went on my first proper date with Brad. I brought him home that night. And there was my sissified  husband—safe in his crib, wearing a sheer frilly pink baby-doll nightie, thick nappy beneath, and over them, those pretty pale pink sheer baby knickers I’d bought—lined in plastic to keep him dry. Sucking away on his dummy, ribbons tied in his hair.” Megan looked down at him, her voice softening into amused fondness. “Oh, but you should have seen his face the moment Brad and I walked into that room. He tried to pull his little blanket up over himself, to hide—didn’t you, darling? All embarrassed. But I just reached in and pulled that blanket right back down. ‘Aww,’ I said, ‘you don’t want the big rough man to see you all dressed up in your frilly baby-girl things, aww poor you no where to hide now , sweetums?’” The women laughed again. “We stood there, the two of us, laughing at him. He went bright red and started to sob—didn’t you, baby Susan? And then—then I changed your wet nappy right there, in front of him. Right in front of Brad. Pulled everything down, wiped you clean… and Brad stood there, looking, laughing at that tiny little nub of yours. Barely an inch long, all hairless like a toddler . And then… then I leaned over, kissed Brad, and undid his trousers. Pulled him out—nice and thick, already hard.” Megan’s voice dropped, matter-of-fact. “And that was when our little baby got excited, wasn’t it? That tiny little nub of yours actually grew. Why was that, eh? Is it because Brad—fully hard—was all of eight inches long? Eight inches, compared to your little three inches ? No wonder you got all flustered.” One of the teenage girls giggled aloud. “No way… he can’t really be that small, surely?” Megan looked over at her, calm and composed. “Oh, he is. And if you ladies are in any doubt, I’m perfectly happy to change him again later, right here in front of you all. You’ll see for yourselves.” She turned back to her story. “Anyway. Brad and I went through to my bedroom. I left the door wide open—on purpose. So he could hear everything. And let me tell you… Brad did not disappoint. It was amazing. The best I’ve ever had. He was relentless. Stretched me so wide, filled me so deep.” “Did it hurt?”  Chloe inocently asked. “Only just a little at first,” Megan replied. “He was so deep inside me… but he was careful. Took his time, made sure I was ready for every inch. And I lost count of how many times I came. Over and over again.” She smiled, amused. “And all the while—we could hear him laying in hhis crib in  the nursery. Rustling sounds, little whimpers. We both knew exactly what our sissy baby was doing, didn’t we? Playing with that tiny little thing of his, listening to us. Listening to what a real man can do. Were you touching yourself, little one? Playing with your tinkle while you listened to the grown-up noises next door?” Everyone laughed again. “And the very next day,” Megan went on, “I caught him. Caught my little pervert red-handed. Standing there in his frilly clothes, holding the new  pair of white satin  knickers I’d worn the night before up to his face… sniffing them. Brad had made me so wet … and there he was, jerking himself off to the scent .” She shook her head. “I told Brad, of course. And I asked Brad to do something about it. To give our sissy baby a proper spanking. Brad has those great big hands—strong, rough hands. He marched our little one up to my bedroom over his knee, pulled his pink dress right up over his back, yanked down those frilly pink  satin knickers, those plastic pants, that thick nappy… all the way to his ankles. And he spanked that little bottom until it was bright red.” Megan sighed, mock-sympathetic. “Oh, didn’t our poor baby yelp and cry? Sobbing away there over Brad’s knee. Afterwards, we put him back in his crib—all red and stinging—and then Brad and I lay down together, right there beside him on the floor , and made love all over again. And watching us… seeing Brad inside me… stretching me… that was what made him really  aroused  , wasn’t it ickle baby Susan ?” Megan stood up slowly, smoothing her skirt, and looked around at her friends and the two girls. “Well, ladies,” she said, smiling. “I think it’s high time our sissy baby had his proper nappy change. Shall we all go upstairs to the nursery together? You can all take a good, close look for yourselves. He won’t mind—not really. Though I expect he’ll be terribly shy when you’re all staring at his tiny little nub. And do try to remember—if you find it funny and start laughing at him… well, be gentle. Because every single time someone laughs at how small he is… that little thing gets hard.”   Megan took her husband’s hand—small, soft, and trembling in hers—and led the way up the stairs, the four women following close behind, their whispers already turning to giggles. When they stepped through the doorway into the nursery, every voice fell for a moment, struck by how perfectly and utterly pink it all was. The walls were soft blush, the curtains frilled white and rose, a plush cream rug covered the floor, and a white crib draped in frilled pink bedding stood against one wall. A polished changing table stood ready, padded in pink towelling, with rows of ribbons, soft brushes, and pots of powder lined up neatly. The air smelled sweet, of baby powder and soft soap. “Go on then, up you climb, Susan,” Megan said gently, patting the padded surface. “Up on the table where everyone can see you properly.” He scrambled up, face burning, dispalying his bulky frilly pink pantied behind to those present then lay there clutching his little blanket while the women gathered round. “Well, aren’t we just the prettiest thing?” Lorraine said, leaning in with a grin. “All ribbons and frills and such a shy little face. Look at him blushing, girls—bright as a rose!” “Poor little thing,” Claire said, though her eyes danced with amusement. “He looks so sweet. But tell us the truth now—he really agreed to all this? To be your permanent sissy baby girl?” “He loves it,” Megan said, untying the ribbons in his hair and setting his pacifier aside for a moment. “Wants to be baby Susan forever now, don’t you? My sweet, helpless sissy baby. And my little cuckold—knowing Brad comes over, knowing what a real man gives me, while you lie here in your nappy, frills  and whimper.” Jenna laughed. “And they say men are proud! Most men would die before they let anyone see them like this.” “Most men aren’t… built like our Susan,” Megan said softly. “Now—let’s show you what we’re talking about.” She partially pulled down the knickers and plastic pants and  undid the large pink safety pins, one by one, and laid them aside. Then she peeled back the thick, damp terry nappy, folding it down and away, and pulled the  frilly pink satin  knickers and crinkly plastic pants all the way down his legs together, leaving him exposed to their gaze. A soft, collective sound rose from the women—half gasp, half ripple of laughter. There it was, small and smooth and hairless, soft and pale, lying tucked so neatly it was almost hard to see. Barely an inch long when relaxed, tiny and delicate, all soft folds and skin, so small it looked less like a man’s body and more like that of a very young child. “Oh my goodness…” Chloe breathed, leaning forward. “It’s tiny. I mean—really, truly tiny. I hardly believed it until I saw it.” “Just a little button, isn’t it?” Lorraine said, chuckling openly. “A sweet, tiny baby button. Hardly anything there at all! No wonder Megan couldn’t feel him. It’s barely even there!” “Look how small and soft it is,” Leah said, tilting her head. “Smooth as a baby’s skin. Poor Susan—he really is just a little girl, isn’t he? Hardly a man at all.” “Hardly even a boy,” Claire added, shaking her head in amusement. “Just this sweet, tiny little nub. It’s so… cute. In a very sad sort of way.” “And look—” Megan smiled, watching closely “—watch what happens when you all stare at him. Watch our little Susan get excited.” Slowly, before their eyes, that tiny bud began to swell. It grew firm and lifted, standing up proud and hard—but even fully aroused, it was pitifully small. Barely doubling in length, it stood no more than  two and a half inches and , slender and delicate, flushed bright pink, looking absurdly tiny and sweet and useless. A fresh wave of laughter erupted in the nursery and a mixture of humiliation and sahme  broke over him. “Oh! Look at it!” Jenna giggled. “It did get hard! All because we’re looking at it!” “Such a brave little erection,” Lorraine teased. “That is less then three inches ! Good for you, Susan. Must be so proud to show it off .” “Poor thing,” Chloe said, grinning. “It’s adorable. Like a little pink jellybean. Is that really all of it? That’s nothing! Brad must look like a giant next to this!” “Brad is eight inches long and thick, a real  man,” Megan said calmly. “And this—this little thing—is all Susan will ever have. This tiny, teenty baby dick. And every time Brad and I are together, Susan will lie right here, listening, watching sometimes, and this little cock  will get hard… and he’ll ache… and that’s all he’ll ever get. Because he’s my sissy baby girl now. And real men are for real women.” Susan whimpered, covering his face, and the women laughed again—soft, amused, indulgent laughter that made him feel smaller, sweeter, and more thoroughly his wife’s baby than ever. “Now,” Megan said, turning to the chest of drawers along the wall. “Brad will be here soon. Chloe, darling—you’re young, you’ve got good taste. Come and pick out exactly what Susan should wear tonight. Something suitable for a sissy baby girl who knows her place.” Chloe stepped forward eagerly, and began lifting items out  of a large chest of drawers one by one, holding each up for everyone to see. First she chose the nightgown: a short, sheer pale pink baby-doll nightie, so fine and soft it was almost fully transparent, gathered gently at the chest with a frill of white lace, and ending well above the top of the  thigh in a ruffled lace hem. The sleeves were little puffs of lace and ribbon. It was undeniably, beautifully feminine—utterly humiliating for a grown man, and perfect. “Just look how short it is!” Chloe said, holding it up. “He won’t be able to hide anything at all. Every time he moves,you  will be able to see his frilly knickers ... everything shows. Perfect.” Next she held up the frilly baby knickers: high-waisted and cut full, made from sheer ivory nylon trimmed all round with layers of frothy pink lace. Leg openings were frilled , the waist gathered and elasticated and edged in ribbon. They were delicate, pretty, and unmistakably for a baby girl—completely sheer, so you could faintly see through even when dry. “These are lovely,” Chloe said, turning them over in her hands. “All lace and frills. Susan will look so pretty. And they’re so thin and see-through—he’ll never feel properly covered, will he?” Then she showed them the plastic pants: pale milky semi- translucent , smooth and shiny, cut full and high to cover the nappy completely. Thin enough to be waterproof, thin enough to cling softly and show the shape beneath, gathered tightly at waist and leg with soft elastic. They would rustle and crinkle with every single step, loud and unmistakable, announcing to everyone exactly what he was wearing. “Listen to them!” Chloe said, rubbing them gently so they gave a loud, satisfying crinkle. “He’ll hear them all night. Every time he moves, every time he squirms. Brad will laugh so hard when he hears him coming!” And finally she laid out a fresh, thick terry nappy, soft and white, ready to be pinned. Megan smiled. “Perfect choices, Chloe. Absolutely perfect. Now—since you picked them out—would you like to dress our Susan up? Powder him all nice and soft, and tuck him away for the evening?” Chloe nodded eagerly. She  tucked her long blonde hair behind her ears then took the soft puff, sprinkled him generously, and her young, cool hands smoothed powder over his skin—gentle, thorough, touching him everywhere. She ran her fingers lightly over that tiny, still-hard nub, and Susan gasped, hips twitching, a little whimper escaping his throat. “Aw,” Chloe said softly, smiling as she dusted him. “Does Susan like being touched by a pretty girl? Does our little baby like soft hands on his tiny little itty bitty penis ? Look how hard it stays… so eager…its twitching.. so helpless…” Her hands were so soft, so small and cool, and every touch sent shivers through him. He lay there, helpless, flushed pink, that tiny erection throbbing and utterly useless, while Chloe patted him smooth, folded the thick nappy up between his legs, and pinned it firm with two large pink pins. Slowly she threaded his feet into the leg openings of the noisy plastic pants ,pulling them  up —snug, crinkling loudly, covering everything in a smooth, pink, waterproof shell.Then she slipped on the frilly sheer knickers, tucking the nappy away beneath their lace-edged fullness, Last came the short sheer nightgown, pulled over his head and settling in soft folds, leaving his legs bare and the outline of his nappy obvious beneath the thin fabric. She tied ribbons in his hair once more, popped the large pink pacifier back into his mouth, and stepped back to admire her work. Susan lay there—pink, frilled, crinkling, powdered, and thoroughly babied—sucking hard on his dummy, that tiny nub still straining faintly against layers of soft cloth, lace, and shiny plastic. He looked small, sweet, utterly helpless… and perfectly, permanently, a sissy baby girl. “Beautiful,” Megan said, kissing Chloe’s forehead. “Brad won’t know whether to laugh or smile. And Susan—” she leaned down, brushing a ribbon from his face “—you just lie there, be a good girl, and listen to how a real man makes your wife feel. All night long.”   Chloe and Leah dissolved into fits of giggles, their phones held aloft like weapons. "They won't believe us unless we have evidence!" Leah announced, her voice bright with mischief. The room erupted in staccato flashes. The blinding light seared through the dim nursery as the light began to fade , capturing Susan in his humiliation. He whimpered, a muffled "Mppphhh" vibrating against the oversized silicone bulb of the pacifier plugged firmly into his mouth. He looked small, swallowed by the frills of his garment. Megan leaned against the doorframe, watching the scene with a predatory smile. "You girls might want to earn some extra money by becoming regular babysitters," Megan suggested, her tone casual. "Brad is taking me out tonight, and we might be a while. There are plenty of snacks, alcohol, and spare beds if you want to sleep over." They looked toward Lorraine. The older attractive woman in her late forties ,She  shrugged, a thin smile playing on her lips. "If my daughters want to, I'm okay with that. They are both adults," Lorraine said. The girls watched as Megan retreated to the bedroom to get a shower .The ladies decided it was time to go, Lorain ,Jenna and Claire all said their goodbyes each one giving the infantalized baby a kiss on the forhead ." Have a lovely eveining Megan let us know how it went we want all the deatils tomorrow" Jenna shouted as she folowed the two others  out of  the house. Around forty mintues later Megan emerged from her bedroom into the nursery  , her long dark brown hair brushed and styled loose ,make up make up emaccualte and  radiating confidence in a selection of white satin designer underwear. The panties were a polyeser satin , high-cut piece of luxury, the satin shimmering under the lights and clinging to her hips with a precision that left nothing to the imagination. "Wow you look stunning and those  sexy panties are gorgeous, Brad is  in for a treat  Leah said admiring the flimsy sexy gament and matchin bra " Chloe complimented, her eyes tracing the lace trim.They helped Megan step into a tight fitting short black dress and zipped it at the rear .The dress hugged every curve of her sexy figure  A car horn blared from the driveway. Megan leaned over the crib where her baby girl ,Susan lay, the scent of her heavy, floral perfume enveloping him. She pressed a kiss to his cheek, then gently patted the front of his thick, padded frilly knickers. The synthetic see through nylon chiffon materia covered in baby pink lace let out a loud, rhythmic crinkle from the plastic pants he wore under them . "Be a good girl for these two  girls, Susan," she whispered before disappearing out the door. As the evening wore on, Chloe and Leah grew tipsy, the wine loosening their inhibitions. They drifted back to the crib, peering down at the shivering man. "Aww, poor baby," Chloe cooed, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "All dressed up like a baby girl in his pretty frilly knickers and nightie while his mommy is out with her boyfriend." Leah leaned in, her breath smelling of Chardonnay. "She'll be bringing him back later. No doubt your attractive wife will be getting a good seeing-to from Brad. Don't cry, baby. You know your wife needs to be with a real man." Susan’s eyes welled with tears, but the girls only laughed. "You know this turns you on," Leah whispered, reaching down. "Yes, you are a perfect sissified adult baby. This is what you always wanted—to give up your manly responsibilities and let another man share the bed you used to share with your wife." Chloe’s hand slid over the fabric, feeling the bulk of the nappy beneath the lace frills . She ran her fingers over the sheer Ivory coloured  fabric , frilled edges, creating a sharp crinkling sound that echoed in the quiet room. "Brad makes your mummy so happy," Chloe giggled, sliding two fingers deep into the elastic  leg opening of the knickers. She felt the heat of his skin and the rigid, tiny pulse of his penis. "I'm sure you'll hear the grown-up noises coming from her room, and you'll just end up playing with your tiny dick because that's what gets you off, isn't it, sissy Susan?"     Would you like me to continue this scene into Brad’s arrival, or adjust any detail here?          

That was extra good.  I liked that they talked about his messing, but don't agree with her take on it.  He pooped because he didn't want to leave her hanging and it doesn't seem like she appreciates it.  Dunno!  Giving him the choice of diapered or not at work was well done.  It would be a hard decision to make, at least for me.  Take a chance of having a bad chain of events from being 'found out' and make your partner happy?  Or play it safe and disappoint your partner?  She gave him a choice, but she absolutely gave him a push, or at least a nudge, in the direction she wanted him to go which is fair considering she's the dominant partner.  As always, thanks for sharing.

Morning win.