Baby Talk

Indiscreet (1958)- With Ingrid Bergman and Cary Grant. 

Going to a wedding, so whatever is served at the reception.

In the soft glow of their bedroom, Victoria's perfume lingered, a sweet, intoxicating blend of vanilla and sin that clung to the air like a phantom. Theodore, confined to his crib, could smell it, could almost taste it on his lips, a bitter reminder of the life he'd lost. His diapers, thick and wet, pressed against his skin, the childish scent of urine mingling with the faint, lingering traces of his wife's perfume, creating a symphony of his own failure. The house was quiet now, the echoes of Victoria's pleasure fading into the night. Theodore's fists clutched at his stuffed teddy bear , his knuckles white with the effort to hold back tears. The chastity device his wife/mummy  had fitted him with earlier that evening dug into his flesh, a constant, cruel reminder of his emasculation. He shifted in his crib, the soggy diapers rustling like a whisper of his shame. A soft creak echoed through the house, the sound of the front door opening. Theodore's heart pounded in his chest, a mix of fear and anticipation. He knew who it was, could picture Lucas's confident stride, the way his broad shoulders filled the doorway. The man who had taken his place, who now owned his wife, his home, his life. The footsteps echoed down the hallway, growing louder, closer. Theodore held his breath, his eyes fixed on the doorway. The scent of Victoria's perfume grew stronger, a silent taunt, a cruel reminder of the life he'd lost. The footsteps stopped, and Theodore could feel the weight of Lucas's gaze, heavy and condescending. "You're awake," Lucas's voice rumbled, a deep bass that seemed to fill the room. Theodore could picture him, standing tall and proud, his hands on his hips, looking down at him with a mix of pity and disgust. Theodore nodded, his throat too tight to speak. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, the shame burning through him like a fever. He was naked, exposed, vulnerable. His diapers, his plastic pants, his frilly pink satin nightie with its pale seethrough chiffon accents, all served as a constant reminder of his place in this house. He was no longer a man, no longer a husband. He was a sissy, a bedwetter, a cuckold. Lucas took a step closer, his eyes never leaving Theodore's face. "Good," he said, his voice a low growl. "I've been thinking about you, Theodore. About how you spend your nights, listening to your wife moan my name. About how you spend your days, in your crib, in your diapers, while I fuck her." Theodore's breath hitched, a sharp, painful sound that echoed in the silence of the room. He could feel the tears pricking at the corner of his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. Not in front of Lucas. Not ever again. Lucas took another step closer, his eyes gleaming in the dim light. "You know what I think, Theodore? I think you like it. I think you like listening to her moan, knowing that it's not you making her feel that way. I think you like being in your crib, in your diapers, knowing that you're powerless to stop me." Theodore's breath came in ragged gasps, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum. He wanted to deny it, to scream that Lucas was wrong, but the words stuck in his throat, trapped by the truth of Lucas's words. Lucas reached out, his hand closing around Theodore's chin, tilting his head up, forcing him to look into his eyes. Theodore could see the cruelty there, the cold, hard amusement. He could see the power Lucas held over him, the power to hurt him, to humiliate him, to destroy him. "You know what else I think, Theodore?" Lucas whispered, his voice like velvet. "I think you're going to like this ." And with that, he pulled out his hugh erection and pushed it into the adult babies mouth  ,the dominance, the ownership. He could taste the future, a future filled with humiliation, with pain, with pleasure. And he could do nothing but surrender, could do nothing but kiss him back, could do nothing but wait for the morning, and the new torments it would bring. Meanwhile, in the kitchen, the pretty eighteen year old  baby sitter, a cute blonde college girl  named Daisy, was pouring herself a glass of milk. She was dressed in a short, pleated skirt that showed off her long, tanned legs, and a tight, low-cut top that accentuated her ample cleavage. She took a sip of her milk, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she thought about the sissy adult baby in the crib. She had seen him earlier, dressed in a frilly pink satin dress with matching frilly pink satin knickers, and she had to admit, she found it kind of cute. She smirked, thinking about the babyish sounds he made, the way he clutched his stuffed bunny like a lifeline. She was looking forward to teasing him, to making him squirm and blush. She was young, she was sexy, and she knew just how to push his buttons. And she was going to have so much fun doing it.   Victoria was a vision of perfection, her long, wavy auburn hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of fire. Her eyes, a deep, piercing brown, sparkled with an intelligence that was both intimidating and alluring. Her thirty eight year old body was a work of art, slim and toned, with curves in all the right places. Her breasts, full and firm, were accentuated by the low-cut neckline of her silky white satin robe, which she wore loosely, revealing tantalizing glimpses of the body beneath. Lucas, her lover, was a mountain of a man, his broad shoulders and thickly muscled arms testament to his power. His cock, a beast of a thing, was thick and long, an eight inch  weapon that he wielded with skill and precision. Theodore had seen it, had been forced to his knees by it, had felt it stretching his mouth, his throat, his very being. It was a reminder of his own inadequacy,, tiny puny and thin  erection that hung between his legs like a mockery. Late in the evening the house was once aagin with the sounds of Victoria's pleasure, her moans and cries echoing down the hallway, seeping into Theodore's consciousness like a poison. He lay in his crib, clutching her sexy white silky  discarded panties to his chest, inhaling her scent, a mix of musk and desire and something else, something dark and primal. He could feel his diapers, thick and wet, pressing against him, the childish scent of urine mingling with the faint, lingering traces of her perfume. He felt humiliated, degraded, but also, inexplicably, aroused. A soft knock echoed at the nursery door, and Theodore looked up to see Daisy, the babysitter, standing in the doorway. She was a vision of youthful beauty, her blonde hair pulled up into a high ponytail, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief.  She was the epitome of innocence, and yet, there was something calculating in her gaze, something that made Theodore's heart pound in his chest. "Hey there, little girl," she said, her voice like honey, as she sauntered into the room. "I hear you've been a naughty little sissy, wetting your nappies just like a baby." Theodore blushed, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks. He clutched the panties tighter, as if they could somehow shield him from her gaze. "I-I'm not a baby," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. Daisy laughed, a sound like tinkling bells. "Oh, honey, please," she said, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "You're dressed like a baby, you're nappied  like a baby wearing frilly pink knickers and plastic pants .. you're even crying like a baby. What are you, if not a baby?" Theodore felt the tears pricking at the corner of his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. He would not give her the satisfaction. "I'm a man," he said, his voice steady now, determined. Daisy smirked, walking over to the crib and looking down at him, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "A man, huh?" she said, her voice laced with skepticism. "Let's see about that." She reached down, her hands grabbing the waistband of his frilly pink knickers and pulling them down, along with his plastic pants. Theodore gasped when she unpinned his cloth thick terry nappy, feeling the cool air against his skin, feeling the humiliation burning through him like a fever. He tried to squirm away, but Daisy held him fast, her grip like a vice. "There it is," she said, her voice filled with mock awe, as she looked down at his throbbing erection inside its sheathed plastic chasity cage . Okay lets take a good look at you then baby your lovely wife has given me the key to unlock you. With her soft petite hands she unclipped the small sized device and pulled it away from him .His tiny twitching erection springing free , puny ,thin, less than three inches hard. "The mighty sissy cock. I've seen bigger on a Barbie doll.....its a baby dick ...itty bitty clittie isn't it eh, no you are most NOT definiately a man "she laughed . Theodore blushed furiously, feeling the shame wash over him like a wave. He tried to cover himself with his hands, but Daisy slapped them away, her eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. "Uh-uh, little baby girl," she said, her voice stern. "You don't hide your  ickle sissy toys from me. I want to see them, all the time this is very funny , quite strange but certainly  pathetic ." Theodore felt the tears spill over, sliding down his cheeks in hot, humiliating tracks. He wanted to look away, to close his eyes, to block out the world, but he couldn't. He was trapped, trapped in his crib, trapped in his diapers, trapped in his shame. Daisy laughed again, a sound like music, as she reached down and grabbed a fresh thick cloth diaper from the stack on the changing table. "Alright, little girl," she said, her voice bright and cheerful. "Let's get you cleaned up. You don't want to spend allnight in your stinky, wet diapers, do you?" Theodore shook his head, his throat too tight to speak. Daisy smiled, a cruel, mocking smile,, her eyes gleaming with amusement as she set about ready to clean him with talcing his pubic region tiny balls and hairless penis. Daisy continued  humming a tuneless melody, her fingers nimble as she peeled the frilly pink baby knickers and plastic pants down his legs .Then unpined sodden weight of the diaper from Theodore's hips. She stripped away the soiled knickers and the crinkling plastic pants away from his ankles , leaving him exposed and shivering in the nursery's chill. A cloud of white talcum powder puffed into the air, coating his hairless penis and small testicles in a dry, chalky film.Daisy smiled, a cruel, mocking smile,, her eyes gleaming with amusement as she cleaned the sissy baby girl, powdering his skin, changing him like a baby. "There we go," Daisy chirped, her voice bright with artificial sweetness. "All clean and powdery for me and because you have been good so far I won't even put you back into your ickle cage ." She pinned a fresh nappy tight against his waist, then shook out a pair of semi-clear plastic pants. The elastic snapped sharply against his thighs, leaving angry red welts in the pale skin. Over the plastic, she slid a short babydoll nightie of sheer pink chiffon. It was a cloud of frills and transparency. She reached into the drawer for the final touch: matching sheer baby knickers laden with dozens of lace ruffles. "Oooh, these are just so cute and frilly, aren't they, baby?" Daisy sniggered, stepping back to admire her work. "You look just like a little girl." Theodore's face burned. He pressed his back into the crib's mattress, his chest heaving. Daisy leaned in, her breath warm against his ear, her voice dropping to a predatory whisper. "You know what I think, little sissy baby? I think you love this. I think you love being dressed like a baby girl, being treated like a baby girl, being humiliated like a sissy baby girl. I think you love it through and through." Tears spilled over, carving hot tracks through the powder on his cheeks. He tried to find a voice to deny it, but the truth lived in the heavy thrum of his own heart. A loud, guttural moan echoed from the hallway, followed by a sharp, piercing cry of pleasure. Theodore flinched, his fingers clutching a pair of Victoria's worn panties to his chest. The white silky satin felt moist and pungent, smelling of her musk and Lucas's salt. He could almost hear the wet slap of skin on skin, the way Lucas stretched her wide, filling her deep while Theodore lay trapped in lace.   Theodore blushed again, feeling Daisy's eyes ,the humiliation burning through him like a fever the sounds of his wifes pleasure and knowing this pretty teenager knew about his cuckold status . He wanted to scream, to rage, to fight back, but he couldn't. He was powerless, trapped in his crib, trapped in his diapers, trapped in his shame. Daisy laughed again, a sound like music, as she leaned in close, her voice dropping to a low whisper. "You know what I think, little sissy baby ?" she said, her eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. "I think you like this. I think you like being dressed like a baby girl , being treated like a baby girl , being humiliated like a sissy baby girl. I think you love being dressed  little baby girl  , through and through epecailly when your wife is with other men ...much bigger men ." Theodore felt the tears spill over again, sliding down his cheeks in hot, humiliating tracks. He wanted to deny it, to scream that she was wrong, but he couldn't. Because deep down, he knew she was right. He was a sissy, a baby, a cuckold. And there was nothing he could do to change it. As if on cue, a loud moan echoed down the hallway, followed by a sharp cry of pleasure. Theodore's heart clenched in his chest, a bitter, jealous pain that he knew all too well. He could picture Victoria, her body writhing in ecstasy, her hands clawing at the sheets, her legs wrapped around Lucas's waist as he pounded into her, stretching her wide, filling her deep. Theodore could feel the tears coming again, hot and bitter, as he lay in his crib, clutching Victoria's freshly worn panties to his chest,the white flimsy silky satin moist and pungent from her juices  listening to her screams, listening to her pleasure, listening to her betrayal.Daisy giggled"awww poor you listening to your mummy and your new Daddy fuck hes really giving it to her I think he will ruin her with that thing hes enormous isnt he " she  teased the babified man then began to rub the builky padded chiffon frilled knickers making the plastic pants underneath crinkle noisily The sound was electric ,the crinkle of plastic coupled with his wifes loud  moans and cries as she climxed .Within a few minutes of his babysitters dainty hands rubbing his frilly knickers he to came loudly into his thick nappy. Daisy smiled pleased with herself she gave him a kiss on the cheek and tucked his teddy under his arms before leaving him to go to the spare room. It was in the early hours when the sissified adult baby finally fell asleep . The next morning, the nursery door creaked open. Victoria stood there, glowing, wearing a fresh set of white silky panties under her short white matching robe .She was sore between her legs ,her lovers penis had indeed strechhed her very wide and deep  She stepped toward the crib the cum oozing from her  slick puffy red vagina ,leaning over  she flcked her long hair over her ears, smiling down at her baby husband   she carefully peeled down the panties and  draped the flimsy silky  fabric over Theodore's head. In an instant she removed the panties from his head and replaced them with her freshly worn ones .The white satin was heavy, saturated with the remnants of her lover's cum and her own juices.He involuntarilly inhaled her intimite smell , his penis instantly becoming erect in its cloth nappied prison "Do you like the scent of your replacement, Theodore?" Victoria laughed, as she pushed the soft fabric crotch  into his nostrills ,the sound of her voice  cold and triumphant. Daisy stepped into the room, her eyes lighting up as she saw the scene. She reached for her phone in her pocket. "Oh, this is perfect!" Daisy exclaimed. "Victoria, move the panties slightly so I can see his face. Can I take some photos to show my friends? They won't believe how pretty the little sissy looks this morning."   And he knew, with a cold, hard certainty, that this was his life now. This was his future. This was his fate.

We have a few people here who live in Central Illinois. Judging by your username, I take it you're also a furry or fur adjacent?

I've had good success with brushing my teeth with Sensodyne.  That and some Ibuprofen seemed to cool things right down.