Baby Talk

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Great chapter. Good work. 

Great chapter. You get 3 points for cuteness. 

Widow 

The silk sheets, cool against Lucy’s skin, tangled around her  long tanned legs as  she shifted her body and moved her long dark brown hair out of the way of her stunning facial features, a low chuckle rumbling in her chest . Ryan, his arm a warm weight across her waist of the beaiutiful 38 year old woman , stirred, his lips finding the soft skin of her shoulder. “Still thinking about him, are we?” Ryan’s voice, thick with sleep, vibrated against her. Lucy turned, her fingers tracing the sharp line of his jaw. “How can I not? The image is burned into my brain.” She paused, a fresh wave of giggles bubbling up. “You should have seen him. A full-grown man, in a cot, Ryan. A *cot*.” Ryan’s eyes, heavy-lidded, finally opened, a smile playing on his lips. “I’m trying, love, I really am. But the nappy and the plastic pants… that’s where my imagination starts to falter.” “Oh, but that’s the best part!” Lucy pulled herself up, propping her chin on her hand, her eyes sparkling. “Not just any nappy. A pristine white one, mind you. And the plastic pants over it, crinkling with every twitch. Then, the frilly pink satin baby knickers. *Over* the plastic pants.” She shook her head, a sound somewhere between a sigh and a laugh escaping her. “And the nightie. Short, sheer, pink, with tiny ruffles. He looked like a grotesque, overgrown porcelain doll.” Ryan’s laughter erupted, a deep, booming sound that filled the room. He pulled her closer, burying his face in her hair. “You’re killing me, Luce. You really are.” “But that’s not even the half of it,” Lucy continued, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “The… the *thing*.” She shuddered, a dramatic flourish. “It’s like a button. A tiny, shriveled little button. Completely useless. I swear, it’s smaller than my pinky finger, and when it’s… aroused, it barely grows. It’s a sad, pathetic little mushroom I cant even feel him inside ". Ryan gasped between chuckles. “A mushroom ! Oh, God.” He pressed a kiss to her temple. “How did you ever… endure?” “Endure is the right word. It was an exercise in futility. I’d try, I really would. But it was like trying to thread a needle with a spaghetti noodle. No firmness, no length, just… a, sad little nub. It would just… slip away out of me hes that tiny . Or sometimes when its soft, it would just disappear altogether, retreating into itself like a frightened snail.” Lucy’s face crumpled in mock despair. “I’d try to guide it, to coax it, but it was like trying to fill a thimble with a garden hose. And the frustration, Ryan, the sheer, unadulterated frustration.” She leaned into him, her head resting on his chest, the rhythmic thump of his heart a comforting counterpoint to her words. “He’d be there, huffing and puffing, red-faced, convinced he was a stallion. And I’d be lying there, pretending, trying to conjure up some semblance of pleasure, but it was just… nothing. Absolutely nothing. It felt like a cruel joke.... I needed more than than his three inches .  ” Ryan’s fingers stroked her long straight brown hair hair away from her face , his touch gentle. “No wonder you’re here.” “No wonder at all.” She looked up at him, her eyes still holding a hint of mirth. “With you, it’s… different. It’s a real cock, Ryan. A proper, thick, throbbing cock that actually *fills* me.” Her hand slid down, finding the hard ridge beneath the sheets, her fingers wrapping around him. “This, this is what a woman needs  ...a good eight inches . Not a button, not a mushroom cap, but a real man.” Ryan groaned, his hips instinctively thrusting into her hand. “You make me feel like a god, Lucy.” “You are, my love. You absolutely are.” She leaned in, her lips brushing his. “Now, about that cot… I think we need to celebrate my freedom from it.”   The cot creaked under Daniel’s weight, the plastic pants rustling like dry leaves as he shifted. He clutched his wifes' silky white satin panties  to his nose, Lucy’s scent a dizzying cocktail of arousal and betrayal. It was musky, sweet, and undeniably *wet*. A faint, metallic tang of her unique scent mingled with something else… something foreign, something *masculine*. He inhaled deeply, his eyes squeezed shut, a low, desperate moan catching in his throat. From the next room, a new symphony began. A slow, rhythmic *thump-thump-thump* against the wall, punctuated by the soft, luxurious creak of their bed. Then, Lucy’s voice, a low, guttural murmur he barely recognized. “Oh… *nnnngh*… Ryan…” Daniel’s breath hitched. He pressed the panties harder against his face, the cool fabric now warm and damp from his own rising heat. He imagined the scene, painted vividly by her words and the sounds that followed. The *thump-thump-thump* grew faster, more insistent. A sharp intake of breath from Lucy. Then, a gasp. “*God*… deeper… yes… *nnnngh!*” He heard the deep, resonant growl of Ryan. A sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Daniel’s own 'button,' as Lucy had so cruelly described it, stirred, a pathetic flicker of life in the frilly pink knickers. He pictured Ryan, a hulking shadow, every inch the man Daniel was not. He knew Ryan was big. He’d seen him at the gym, in the changing rooms. Six, maybe seven inches *soft*. Hard? Daniel swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. Maybe eight, nine… a solid, undeniable *throb* that filled Lucy completely. Compared to his own… Daniel squeezed his eyes tighter. A mere two inches, limp, flaccid, retreating. A button. A mushroom cap. He could almost hear Lucy’s mocking laughter from earlier, echoing in his mind. “*Aaaah!*” Lucy’s cry was sharp, on the edge of pain, then dissolving into a moan of pure ecstasy. The bedsprings shrieked in protest. “*Faster! Oh, yes!*” A guttural, animalistic groan from Ryan. The rhythm intensified, a furious, driving pace that made the very floorboards vibrate. Daniel could almost feel the impact, the deep, satisfying *thwack* of flesh against flesh. “*Mmmph!*” Lucy’s voice was muffled now, as if her mouth was pressed against Ryan’s shoulder, or his neck. “*So big… oh… you fill me so completely!*” The words were daggers, each one twisting in Daniel’s gut. *So big.* He could almost see it, stretching her, pushing her to the brink. His own button, even when coaxed, barely made an impression. He was a whisper where Ryan was a shout. He was a trickle where Ryan was a flood. A final, earth-shattering series of thrusts, a desperate, drawn-out groan from Ryan, and then Lucy’s voice, a raw, primal scream that tore through the thin wall. “*RYAAAAN! OH MY GOOOOD!*” The bedsprings gave one last, shuddering cry, then silence. Only the heavy, ragged breathing of two sated lovers remained. Daniel lay in his cot, the plastic pants crinkling, the frilly pink knickers a mockery. He brought the cum-soaked panties to his lips, tasting the salt and sex, and wept.   The last, shuddering cry from Lucy had echoed through the thin walls, followed by the deep, satisfied rumble of Ryan’s voice. Daniel, still clutching the tell-tale silk, let out a choked sob that turned into a desperate wail. *Waaah!* His face was blotchy, streaked with tears and snot, his little pink nightie damp from his own misery. The cot bars felt like a cage, trapping him in his humiliation. A soft *tap-tap* at the door, then it creaked open. Chloe, the new babysitter, a vision of youthful blonde innocence, peered in. Her eyes, wide and brown , took in the scene: Daniel, curled in the cot, sobbing, the frilly pink knickers a stark contrast to his adult distress. She took out her phone and took a few photos of the sissified   adult baby for her own amusement . “Oh, sissybabysusie,” she cooed gently, her voice a soothing balm amidst his anguish. She moved with a quiet grace, her floral sundress swaying softly. “What’s wrong, sweetie? Did you have a bad dream?” Daniel could only shake his head, another *sniffle* escaping him. He wanted to tell her, to scream about Lucy and Ryan, about the betrayal, but only garbled sounds emerged. Chloe reached the cot, her hand resting lightly on his forehead. “You feel a little warm, darling. Let’s get you comfy.” She noticed the tell-tale dampness against his bottom, a faint, growing chill. “Hmm, I think someone’s had a little accident, haven’t they?” She knelt, her blonde hair falling around her shoulders as she peered at his nether regions. With a practiced ease, she slipped a delicate finger through the leg opening of the frilly pink satin knickers. The plastic pants beneath crinkled softly as she eased them aside, her touch feather-light. “Oh dear,” she murmured, a gentle frown creasing her brow. “Yep, definitely wet. Poor sissybabysusie is wet.” The humiliation was a fresh wave, but Chloe’s touch, surprisingly, was not unkind. C'mon baby girl lift up your bottom we need to change you" .She pulled down his pink frilly knickers and plasric pants  the plastic pants, rustled and crinkled as she pulled them completley off . Then, with a gentle tug, she began to peel away the sodden nappy after removeing the large pink head nappy pins. As the wet, bulky nappy came away, Daniel’s small, flaccid penis, usually hiding shyly, began to stir, a tiny, defiant rebellion against his current state. The lingering echoes of Lucy’s passion, combined with the unexpected intimacy of Chloe’s hands, sent a confused jolt through him. It was a pathetic sight, barely a shadow of a man’s pride, a tiny mushroom cap indeed. Perhaps two inches, maybe two and a half at its absolute peak, it pulsed weakly, a bewildered worm trying to escape a bird. Chloe’s eyes widened, a tiny, almost imperceptible flicker of surprise. She hadn’t expected to see *that*. She’d babysat plenty of real babies, but never an adult one. Her gaze lingered for a moment, not with disgust, but with a kind of innocent curiosity, a slight tilt of her head. A small, suppressed giggle escaped her, quickly stifled behind a hand. It wasn’t malicious, more an involuntary reaction to the sheer unexpectedness of the situation. “Oh wow , well, look at that,” she mumbled, her cheeks tinging pink as she stared at the now fully erect penis  “Someone’s… excited  ...only seen them this tiny on toddlers  ...I'm sorry but thats a baby dick you have . it cant be more than two or three inches  baby, no wonder your wife needs boyfreinds . ” She giggled before  cleared her throat, a little too loudly. “Right then, let’s get this changed, shall we, sissybabysusie? We don’t want you getting a rash now, do we?” Her fingers, surprisingly deft, worked quickly, wiping him clean with a fresh, scented wipe. Daniel, mortified and yet strangely aroused, could only whimper. The raw, exposed vulnerability was both terrifying and, in a twisted way, exhilarating. He felt a blush creep up his neck, matching the pink of his nightie. Chloe, seemingly unfazed, reached for a fresh, fluffy nappy. As she lifted his legs, her gaze briefly swept over him again, and Daniel caught another fleeting glimpse of that same innocent, almost amused, curiosity in her eyes. Another tiny, choked giggle escaped her lips, quickly masked by a cough. “There we go,” she chirped, securing the fresh nappy with a final *crinkle* of plastic and a firm *pat-pat*. “All clean and dry. Now, how about a nice warm bottle of milk?” She picked up his pacifier, which had fallen to the floor, and popped it into his mouth. “*Shhh*, sissybabysusie. Everything’s going to be alright.” Daniel, pacified, humiliated, and utterly confused, sucked on the dummy, the rhythmic *suck-suck-suck* the only sound in the room, save for the faint, distant hum of the washing machine. He was clean, dry, and utterly exposed. He closed his eyes, the image of Chloe’s innocent amusement burning behind his eyelids. He wanted to disappear, but also, strangely, he wanted her to stay.   The silence of the house, broken only by the rhythmic creak and muffled groans from the next room, settled around Chloe. A playful glint sparked in her eyes. She padded across the plush carpet, her bare feet sinking slightly, toward the tall, antique dresser. Her fingers traced the elegant curve of a brass pull before landing on a small, hand-carved label: "BABY KNICKERS." A soft click, then the drawer slid open with a whisper of old wood. Inside, nestled among neatly folded linens, lay a pair of clear plastic pants. They shimmered, thin and translucent, like freshly spun spider silk, their edges bound with a delicate, almost invisible white elastic. Beside them, a frilly pair of  pink satin knickers, a confection of pale pink lace and satin ribbon,the soft shiney fabric glimmering in the subdued light  She picked up the plastic pants, the cool, smooth material conforming to her palm. A mischievous smile curved her lips. Her gaze drifted to the corner of the of the room a bright pink dummy pacifier protruding from his mouth the sissy adult baby . A crumpled, creamy white satin pair  panties lay discarded near his head, a damp, sticky patch marring its luxurious sheen. She plucked the panties from the crib. The fabric, cool and slick against her fingertips, carried the unmistakable scent of arousal and spent pleasure. “Oh, look what Mummy’s been up to,” she purred, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. She leaned over the crib, her shadow falling across his face. He blinked, eyes wide and unfocused, the dummy still firmly in place. “Such a messy little girl, aren’t you, my sweet?” She plucked the dummy from his mouth. A soft gurgle escaped him, a sound somewhere between a protest and a whimper. The panties, still warm and wet with her juices from his wife’s body, were now a trophy in Chloe’s hand. She held them up noticing the wettness on the crotch ,she  stretched them, the satin soft and pliable, before gently, deliberately, placing them over his head. The crotch settled just above his mouth, the waistband hugging his temples. He squirmed, a muffled sound escaping from beneath the fabric. “There, there, little one,” she cooed, replacing the dummy. The pink plastic gleamed against the white satin. His eyes, now obscured, were hidden beneath the intimate fabric, the sticky wetness of his wife’s cum pressing against his forehead. A giggle bubbled up from Chloe’s throat, a light, airy sound that carried over the muffled thumps and groans from the adjacent room. “Mummy’s having so much fun. And so is her friend.” She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, though the words were loud enough to carry through the thin walls. “You know, Mummy’s friend, he’s *very* big. I saw him earlier, all naked they left the bedroom door open slightly . A magnificent cock, truly. It was throbbing, pulsing, just begging to be swallowed whole. And Mummy, she loves it. She was practically begging for it, too.” Another muffled cry from the crib. His body twitched beneath the sheer pink short ruffled nightie a silent, helpless protest. “Oh, don’t you worry your pretty little head,” she continued, stroking his hair, her fingers brushing against the satin covering his face. “Mummy’s taking good care of him. And he’s taking even better care of Mummy. He was so hard, baby. So thick. He filled her up completely, I imagine. Just like she loves it .My mother  said your wife  has missed sleeping with a real man with a big thick  cock You should have seen it. A true spectacle of male virility.” Her words, laced with a cruel sweetness, painted vivid pictures in the confined space of his mind. A particularly loud moan echoed from the next room, followed by a series of quick, hard thumps against the wall,the slapping sound of flesh on flesh  Chloe’s smile widened. “Hear that, sweetie? That’s Mummy. She’s enjoying herself. Very, very much. Just like a woman  should. And soon, he’ll fill her with all his cum, just like he did before, spilling out of her, all over the sheets.” She paused, listening to the crescendo of sounds next door. “He’s so forceful, so powerful. He knows exactly how to make  your Mummy scream. And she does, oh, she does. A proper good hard fucking  your is getting Mummy. Just begging for it. And her friend, he gives it to her. Over and over again.” She leaned back, surveying her work, the adult baby’s head now a bizarre, cum-stained satin sculpture. “Isn’t that right, little baby girl?” she said smiling down at the pathetic baby.   Chloe flicked her long blonde hair behind her ears as she remained  crouched over the cot. With practiced hands, she guided his feet  the into the plastic pants, pulling them over the top of his clean nappy she  then carefully drew the  the frilly pink satin knickers over them. She gave the front a gentle, smoothing rub, her touch lingering for just a moment with a satisfied smile.   "All pretty and protected again "  He could hear the soft, muffled moans of his wife cuming from their bedroom —sounds of pleasure, not pain. Yet, a knot of confused worry tightened in his chest. “Is… is the man hurting my wife?” he asked, his voice a fragile whisper. Chloe turned, a slow, knowing smile gracing her lips. “Oh, sweetheart,” she cooed, her tone dripping with gentle mockery. “That’s not hurt. That’s love. Your wife is being taken care of. .... her boyfreind is making her happy  i think shes having lots of orgams  . I don't suppose you ever heard your wife like this when you shared hher bed ?"  Her hand, cool and soft, slipped into the loose waistband of his pink satin knickers. He flinched, then froze as her fingers found the tiny, traitorous hardness there. A blush of shame burned his cheeks. “You see?” Chloe whispered, her breath warm against his ear as she gave him a delicate, teasing stroke. “Your body knows. It understands the rules. ... you like knowing your wife is having sex with another man....a real amn this time ” She continued to stroke his erection between her thumb and a finger , leaving him trembling. With a  maternal grip, she cupped his chin wither other hand , forcing him to meet her gaze. “Now listen carefully,” she said, her playful tone now edged with steel. “You don’t call him ‘the man.’ You  will have to call him Daddy. Do you understand this what your wifes wants from now on ?” He nodded. “Good girl,”  releasing his chin to pat his cheek. “And if you misbehave… if you fuss or complain or forget your place…” She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur. “Daddy will put you across his lap. Just like a naughty little girl. And you wouldn’t like that, would you sissybabysusie ? yes your lovely wife told me all about how you like to be humilaited  ”  Chloe began to laugh ,her dark brown eyes staring at the pathetic man in his baby gear .she sensed the sissy was about to cum ,she jerked his tiny member whilsts teasing him "oh poor baby is she gonna cum in her nappy and cute frilly knickers ,,,,does it excite you listening to mummy and your new Daddy fuck next door .....he's giving a her a real thrill with that huge dick of his and yours ....aww you can never make anyone cum with this  little peepee why its  not even three inches long when hard  for goodness  sake ". The plastic pants under the satin ruffled knickers made a loud aduable rustling noise as the sexy confident college girl wanked his punny penis . In the next room, his wife’s cry of release echoed, a sound of pure abandon. The sissy adult baby, his eyes wide. In that moment, cradled in the scent of baby powder and Chloe’s perfume, his wifes cumy wet panties  the last fragments of his old self dissolved. He was not a husband, not a man. He was something else entirely—a sissy, a baby girl, their plaything. “No, Chloe,” he breathed, his submission complete. “I… I’ll be good.  ” The baby came hard into the fluffy toweeling of his thick nappy “That’s my girl,” she smiled, standing up and straightening her dress before returning to her own room down the hall.Pleased with her self for landing such an easy well paid job she couldn't wait to tell all her freinds about this .she will have to show them the photos of the silly looking man who dresses as a baby girl with his tiny penis telling them how  he's cuckolded to sexy  his wife.