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    • Julie Symms looked into the next room at her sissified husband. He was busy playing with his dollies and glancing now and again at Little Mermaid on the TV. Even from the next room she could see the reflection of a trickle of drool on his chin. She began to wonder if he had wet himself yet. The constant hypnosis had worked wonders and he barely noticed wetting anymore. She remembered a time when it wouldn't have been possible to take him downstairs. Even with his muscles weakened from all the time locked in his crib he would have still attempted to run, not that there was anywhere he could have gone. With the extra thick  cotton diapers she kept him in constantly it was hard for him to stand and even if he could manage to get to the door any one of his embarrassing outfits would make him think twice about opening it. After all this time, though, her little husband was a perfect sissy angel. It had taken a lot of work to get him to this point: all the clothes she had to buy to keep him in, all the attention she had to shower on him, not to mention the constant spankings to get him to accept his new life. Not that there hadn't been some fun along the way she thought to herself. She still remembered how bright red he had blushed when she took him in front of a mirror for the first time. With the booties, the bonnet, the layers and layers of  frilly petticoats, and the silky frilly pink party dress he was an absolute vision. and those very cute frilly pink satin baby knickers with row upon row of matching pink lace on the front and rear in typical baby girl fashion She chuckled when she thought about how he had wet himself out of sheer terror (the diapering started after that). She recalled fondly how he had squirmed when she invited her lady friends to the house to fuss over him. Her absolute favourite, however, were the little sissy tears he had cried when she brought one of her lovers into his nursery to tickle him under the chin. By time she was done having sex in his nursery with the big rough man the tears were almost dry; more than could be said for his diapers. Occasionally the plastic pants failed to hold back the torrent of urine and she would then have to change her sissy husbands nappy Infront of her lover or anyone else who happened to be visiting. Now she had finished mixing his special bottle. That had been one of her best ideas. Warm milk, mixed with hormones, and the creamy got from him every morning. Since she had to get it every morning to keep him from stroking his diapered clitty anyway, she figured why not put it to good use? Of course he had resisted at first but she was always able to convince him. Just like his little fits over not getting to be milked until he admitted he was a complete sissy. She wondered if he had known how ridiculous his protests had sounded with his new sissy lisp. In each case he had given up after one spanking and now they were his favourite times of the day (except for dress up of course). Of course he had become much more docile after she told him that all of his old things had been sold to pay for his transformation. Dresses ,nappies and ruffled  baby knickers and plastic panties  and your baby furniture aren't free she had cooed to him. She watched his face light up as she brought his bottle over to him. He bounced and squirmed in his playpen at the sight of her. The rustling of petticoats and frilly nylon lined plastic  almost kept her from hearing him wetting his diaper. She handed him his bottle. He held it in both hands and began sucking ravenously. She smiled and decided to spank him today for old times sake.   Mommy sat down next to the playpen and watched as her baby finished his bottle. His mouth kept sucking as she took it from him and he whimpered and kicked when he saw that it was gone. With time his little tantrums had less frequent but more and more babyish, but she knew how to stop them. She pulled out his pacifier and he was sucking rhythmically before she tied its ribbons around his head. Did baby's special bottle get her excited, and does she need a diaper change? she cooed, stressing the female pronouns. He blushed and she heard him wet his diaper again. She wondered whether he was more embarrassed about the diaper or about being referred to as she. Ok baby mommy will change you and let you make poppies. He bounced up and down excited and she could hear the squish of his wet diapers. She opened his playpen and he crawled over to his changing mat. Before it had been so hard removing all the layers and layer of baby clothes for him to use the potty seat. First the frilly pink satin  baby knickers and plastic panties, then all the  cloth diapers, then the petticoats and frilly pink matching  satin short dresses, and in the end he would end up sitting on his pink little potty chair in nothing but a bonnet and training bra. While this was quite a sight to behold she didn't want him poking and playing with his little breasts. He had been overwhelmed when they first started to really appear and had spent the entire day in his crib fondling his little budding nipples. Now she made the bottoms of all his outfits detachable so he wouldn't have to go without his precious sissy clothes.  Once his stunning wife/mommy  had his diapers off she always made sure to tie a few ribbons around his little clitty. She remembered how he had made squirties the first few times she had wiped off his diaper area. His thin miniscule erection barely three inches when fully hard erupted over his frilly pink satin baby knickers that laid around his thigh. After she had wiped him off she turned his over on his stomach. She pulled out the plug she sometimes kept in him in the mornings to keep him from messing his diapers before potty-time. It was pink and said ˜Mommys helper and the startled look on his face when she first showed it to him was almost the same as his shocked expression the first time she inserted it. She loved that it kept her from having to deal with dirty diapers, and she enjoyed the way he would giggle and smile whenever she would insert or remove it now. Having him use the potty chair was one of her favourite sites. He always looked ridiculous when he sat his pert sissy butt on top of the little pink chair. She chuckled as she saw him sitting and sucking intently on his pacifier. He heard her laugh and blushed furiously causing him to loosen his bowls and her to laugh harder. When he finished and she was wiping his bottom she praised him with her most sugary-sweet voice, Whose mommy's big girl? She knew the answer when she flipped him back over and his little clitty was bulging against its ribbons. She giggled reminding him it was a baby dick comparing its size to that of a  small toddler and how much bigger her lover was. He could smell baby powder and oil coming off of him before she even began to powder him. He's been so heavily powdered and oiled for so long now that it must be in his skin she mused as she grabbed three more diapers. After that she diapered him up and put all of his frillies back on. Now he was finally ready for his big day.   She had been waiting for today for quite some time and had been trying her hardest to go about the normal routine and not drop any hints. She remembered the last time she had been this apprehensive. It was the day her husband cemented his own sissy fate. When she first started his training he had fought her fought her every step of the way. Once the hypnosis started to take effect his struggling turned more and more to crying and pouting, but even once his new life had become routine she could still sense a glare of defiance in his eyes. That's when she realized he would never fully accept his fate unless he chose it himself, and so she came up with her plan. He was shocked when one day instead of waking up in his crib and diapers he woke up in bed next to her in shorts and t-shirt. Fortunately she had made sure his bladder was empty or he would have wet the bed out of fright. Then when she turned to him and apologized for everything she had put him through he was dumbstruck. When she told him she would never force him to go back he feigned a smile, but she could see the faint glimmer of fear in his eyes; everything was going just as she had hoped. You wont have to wear diapers, or dresses, or bonnets, or petticoats, or drink bottles, or play with dolls ever again she had said to him. She was delighted by the pangs on his face at the idea of forfeiting each item. He was barely listening when she told him things could go back to the way they were before. Let me try to make it up it up to you honey she said as she curled up next to him leaned in to kiss him. He had yelped and rolled away. She (rather insincerely) asked what was wrong pretending not to notice he had now had made creamy in his shorts. She almost laughed and broke the act when he asked if that meant he wouldn't get his bottle today. After a second she had looked at him and said, "I guess if you WANT to be my sissy baby its alright, but we cant keep going back and forth. This time it will have to be permanent." This hit him like a pound of bricks. Ill give you the day to think about it" she said as she kissed him on the cheek and left the room. Despite all of her coaxing he was back in diapers before the end of the day. Today was another big day for him she thought. Just then she heard the doorbell ring. It was time for his play date.   Mommy saw her baby squirm and squeeze his dolly tight as she went to go answer the door. It was funny how afraid he still was of being seen even after everything that had happened. She wondered how he would react if he knew that she had shown all of her friends the albums full of pictures she had taken of her new baby. The albums had been such a hit that Mommy's  young thirty something very pretty neighbour Laura wood had decided to try the same thing on her naughty little husband. They had both chuckled when they agreed that a play-date would be in order once Laura had sufficiently sissified her husband. Her husband was a sissy adult baby but hadn't told Laura about his secret fetish she found out accidently  When Mommy answered the door to Laura's baby husband  in full dress shyly clinging to his Mommy's hand she knew that day had come. She wasn't sure how it was possible but he looked even more ridiculous than her own baby husband. Every part of him was covered in pale  pink satin . His long blond hair had been curled and tied with pink ribbon into pigtails. He was wearing pink Mary-janes with matching pink laced topped ankle socks. His nails and lips had been painted glittery pink. He was wearing a short pink satin dress with layers of white coloured petticoats. His baby knickers were a of pale pink satin with lace trim ruffles on the front and rear .As a finishing touch his extra thick diapers under a pair of transparent plastic pants (Laura used two terry nappies at a time . "Well doesn't someone look cute today"? Mommy cooed. The baby minced and blushed even pinker. Then his Mommy gave him an icy look causing him to quickly curtsey exposing even more of his frilly ruffled panties and diapers. She looked down at him again and he lisped, "Hewo, my name is Thithy. Tank you fow letting me come ovow and pway". Sissy, mommy thought, not very original but certainly appropriate. Even though this little speech was obviously rehearsed Mommy could hear the humiliation in it. Then the two sexy mommies started chatting about techniques they used with their babies. Laura absolutely loved idea of Julie cuckolding her husband and had just been letting him make creamies in his diapers and then spanking him for it when she was with her lover. Laura was fully aware of Julie's cuckolding her  sissy husband from previous telephone calls and was giving serious consideration to cuckolding her own baby husband. "It must be a coincidence that most sissies are very poorly endowed" she laughed  ,Laura had previously confessed to Julie that her husband had a micro penis and sex was useless.  As the two mommies were chatting on the door step, Sissy started to tug at his mommys hand trying to enter the house, but she ignored him and held on tightly. After they finished chatting (and half the neighbourhood had seen Sissies diapered bottom) they entered the house. Mommy saw her baby's eyes light up when he saw Sissy. He dropped his doll and reached though the bars of the playpen. She wasn't surprised. She wondered if her baby saw Sissy like a new doll, a playmate, or as something more. Not only had she enveloped him in sissyness but she also directed all of his sexual desires towards it. All this time she had made him look at nothing but frilly sissy clothing whenever she had milked him. From the smile on her face she knew Laura was thinking the same thing. When they made the play-date had hoped the two would really ˜hit it off. Mommy also saw the mixed expression of terror, intrigue, and embarrassment hit Sissy at her baby's reaction. I think these two are going to be good friends, Laura said as she opened the playpen.   Mommy and Laura smiled to one another as they watched Sissy crawl nervously into the playpen. Mommy was sure her baby's pacifier would have fallen right out of his mouth if the ribbons were not tied around back of his head. She also noticed how Sissy slowly swung his little frilly  pantied butt as he crawled; it looked like someone was trying to get attention after all! She also noticed how her baby's eyes followed Sissys sashaying hips and that he was sucking his dummy in rhythm with the movement. She remembered that the nipple on her baby's pacifier was shaped like a tiny penis and wondered if her baby was slowly running his tongue over it as he suckled. Mommys thoughts were interrupted by Laura as she asked, "You know Julie you've never told me what you call your sweet little baby now? Mommy looked up and said, "You know Laura I never really picked a name, but what about Susan silk panties?" Laura  laughed  and said, Sissy and Susan silk panties? That sounds like a perfect match for these two babies Then, as if on cue, Baby flung his arms around Sissy who proceeded to giggle and blush. Once his cheeks had cooled Sissy looked apprehensively at the two mommies and started playing nervously with his skirt. When Laura gave him a slight nod, his eyes lit up and he turned and gave Baby Susie a kiss on the cheek. Right then Mommy and Laura could see a tiny bulge even through Baby's nappies. Sissy saw it too and his Mommy smacked his hand away right before he could touch. Both mommies were very angry: Sissy knew she shouldn't touch there (yet¦) and Baby had already been milked once today! I think were going to have to spank both of these naughty babies, Mommy said crossing her arms. You mean your gunna take off my diapers, said Sissy shyly. He might sound timid, Mommy though but both she and Laura noticed how hungrily he stared at Baby's crotch when he was speaking and how he began slowly sucking his thumb once he finished. Both mommies had expected the two to be  friends, but looking at one another they were amazed at how quickly things were developing. Yes Sissy, his mommy cooed, were going to spank you and Baby's naked bottoms. Mommy could tell it took all of Sissys restraint not to cheer as she knelt down to take out Baby's pacifier. She leaned far over exposing tops of her breasts as she began to untie the ribbons and to pull out the pacifier. She was pleased that the babies eyes remained glued to one another. Mommy did notice, however, that Laura leaned in to eye her figure and for the first time Mommy began to blush slightly. She could feel Baby's lips cling to the pacifiers tip as she slowly removed it, allowing Sissy to clearly see it. The two babies shivered with anticipation as their mommies announced it was spanking time and if their mommies hadn't immediately swooped them up they probably would have begun making sloppy baby kisses right there. The two mommies set up rocking chairs next to one another, pulled their babies frilly knickers and plastic pants along with their diapers and placed them over their lap.. Both women laughed when they saw each others husbands tiny erect  penis's for the first time hey were of similar size  but Laura's husband was about half inch shorter. Julie was was in hysterics at seeing sissies micro penis. Laura had mentioned this but seeing it in the flesh was the cause for great amusement. Laura looked at how tiny and puny Susie silk panties  penis was and fully understood why he was now an unfortunate cuckold and accepting his wife needs to find a man that could satisfy her sexual needs. Julie had made it known to Laura her lover was very well endowed and was giving her the best sex she had ever had.  Baby and Sissy were now lying face to face and their mommies pretended not to notice when they started kissing. The sound of deep baby kisses was only interrupted by synchronized yelps as the two babies were spanked. Only once Baby and Sissys bottoms were bright red were they put back into their playpen, this time with no diapers. Lets see what mischief our little girls get into together said Laura, looking down at the two. The two attractive housewives chatted away sharing thoughts on the best way forward for their sissy little babies. Julie excitedly shared the juicy details of her lovers sexual prowess in the bedroom ,his large magnificent thick eight inch penis and how cuckolding changed her marriage for the better. "He gets his pleasure from being my baby girl and playing with his tiny thing when me and my boyfriend are fucking in the bed in the next room. "you mean he doesn't mind you having men over for sex ? .Absolutely no not at all ,his need to be dressed as a baby girl and craving for humiliation was the best solution for both of us he gets what he wants and I get all the sexual pleasure I need from a real man".  Laura felt her silky white panties becoming quite damp as she dreamed of being impaled on a man of that size and taking a lover that would give her sexual pleasure she had missed for so long She loved her baby husband and was aware of his short comings in that department before they married but thought they could work around this. She confessed  to Julie she often thought of cheating but backed out. It was around eighteen months after marrying she found out her husband  secretly dressed up as a little girl after discovering his baby clothes and then searching at his browser search history. All thoughts of a happy fulfilling sex like with him disappeared she could never see her husband as a man after this. Laura was often hit on by men at work or girls night out but declined to take the plunge into cheating. Now things had changed and she was ready to have her own sexual freedom from real men and her poor hubby would have to accept it, perhaps he to would find it a turn-on? Maybe we could double date when we get you fixed up with someone".? For the next hour both women searched on a number of internet dating sites for sex married women seeking man.Laura and Julie began  comparing the many men ,attractive tall athletic men some with profile pictures in full nudity. Laura was shocked how big some of the men were .One man clearly stood out from the rest. He was tall and good looking and importantly was huge where it counted describing his  penis size of  eight inches. Sissy was in the play pen listening to his sexy attractive wife with her dark brown eyes and long blonde hair getting more and more excited as she looked at all the male profiles  .Eventually she found what she was looking for and began  making arrangements to meet another man "the good looking guy with that eight inches sounds perfect" "Good choice Laura if you are going to cheat on hubby at least do it with someone who is larger in fact MUCH larger in our situation ha ha". Sissys micro penis became hard as he could see up his wife's dress from where he sat ,those sexy white silky panties and the damp crotch knowing she was excited about being with another man. Sissy secretly found it exciting also and leaked precum into his nappy.   It was only a week later sissy was dressed up in his frilliest pink night time  baby clothes, dressed for bed in a thick terry nappy, clear plastic panties and pale pink see through chiffon baby panties these were covered in frilly delicate lace on the front and back. The matching frilly baby doll nightie was short enough to expose the baby panties. Laura had hired a young babysitter ,Kelly who at only  just 19 years old fully understood Laura's need to see other men after changing her husbands nappy when getting him ready for bed .Sissy watched his stunning wife getting dressed for her first date in new sexy white satin underwear and a tight black dress and heels. She kissed her baby girl on the forehead before leaving. He was under strict instructions  not to play with his baby sized penis whilst she was gone. His attractive petite babysitter was to ensure no masturbation by intermittently placing her fingers in the leg openings of his baby panties checking for "stickie creamies". She couldn't  help tease the pathetic man in his pink frills and  that tiny soft little penis .He was devoid of pubic hair making his penis look even more infant like .Kelly took her phone out and took several photos of sissy in his baby clothes to  send Laura. During the evening Laura had told her date about her husband and she asked Kelly to take some photos  to show her date, he clearly  wanted to learn more about her sissy husband and their arrangement. He found it hard to believe  this stunning woman's husband would accept her seeing other men . Kelly  even sent some photos of sissy to some her closest friends. Soon after a text reply's from Laura mentioned she had shown the photos to her date to prove she was married to a sissy and now  she wants  her date to her husband  in all his baby clothes...in  the flesh. Kelly relayed this back to the Sissy .He was scared to let another man see him like this and told Kelly this. Kelly took pleasure in teasing him more "yes your lovely wife is bringing him home to meet her baby girl, he will see you all dressed up in that  sissy pink nightie and frilly knickers ,he's already seen the photos and I expect she has told him you are unable to satisfy her because you have a  ickle tiny baby dick....a micro penis that's less than 3 inches hard , OH YES she told me how small you are baby when you get hard .Awww don't cry baby I'm sure he will make your mommy feel great later in bed. Yes of course he's  going to be staying the night in your wife's bed and no doubt will be fucking her with his massive cock. Your wife told me he is eight inches in size  wow that's enormous isn't it, its a mans penis not a baby's penis like you have. Does it turn you on that you are unable to make your wife cum and she needs a bigger man eh awww poor baby this is so funny "  It was just after midnight when he heard the keys in the door his wife's heels on the hard wood floor followed by the unmistaken sound of a mans voice as he met Kelly for the fist time. He could hear some laughter from his crib in the spare room  what was now a baby's nursery a baby girls nursery. Laura asked Kelly if her baby girl had been well behaved ."I have checked his I mean er her  nappy a few times but no sticky mess thank god  " Good my wife said well this it Carl and due to the late hour he will be staying the night like I told you earlier do you mind if we run you home in the morning ..your mum won't mind? " No phoned her earlier and said that you might be late home .I think she's pleased you are dating other men .I have told her of the situation I hope you don't mind." OH no of course not I mentioned to your mum about my homelife and I was un happy with my sex life ,married to a sissy adult baby ,she thinks cuckolding my husband is  clearly better if we want to remain married."   "Right well I'm off up to bed in the  small spare room I will check on sissy before hand...night Laura and pleased to meet you Carl "Thanks for tonight Kelly we will be up in a minute Carl wants to see my baby girl "she laughed. Kelly entered the nursery ,"hello babykins mommy is home now and well well she has found a real hunk of a man he's very tall and  well built quite a  handsome man .I think they make a great couple mmm perhaps he will be your new Daddy eh would baby sissy like to have a new Daddy " she teased ,smiling down at the pathetic male laying in the crib, a baby girls crib .Sissy was frightened when he heard his wife and the heavy footsteps of a man following on the stairs. In an instants he felt his bladder release the urine into his nappy. Here she is she said smiling as she his stunning wife entered the nursery holding hands with Carl. This is my husband ...my baby girl isn't she adorable ?" The big rough man standing over 6ft 4 tall , quite muscular  began to smile before breaking out into laughter Kelly and his wife began to snigger as the poor baby began to glow red with embarrassment. "Is that nappy of yours still dry ? " Laura asked between fits of giggling. His wife was now resting her arms on the rails of the crib  looking down at her baby husband ,Carl had his arms around her slim waist. "I'll just check" Kelly suggested. She approached the crib and once again her petite fingers wormed their way into the leg openings of his frilly pink see-through baby knickers, under the plastic pants until she felt the cloth nappy. " Oh no she's soaking wet Laura its not creamies ...he's pissed himself awwww poor baby wet his nappy". Carl and his wife began to laugh in unison wow he really needs those diapers what a pussy you married " " I told you didn't I so no need to worry about him disturbing us tonight hun he will beave himself your he gets a smacked bottom" " i will change his nappy Laura I don't mind I have have babysat a few babies in the past so know what to do."Kelly placed her hands on the waste band of his baby knickers and slid them down baby's smooth  legs to the ankles quickly followed by the clear  noisy plastic pants. Expertly she unclipped the pink nappy pins and slid out from beneath him.Sissy was in a world of shame at being exposed in front of this new audience but strangely excited at the thought of this man whose large bulge was clearly visible in his trousers would be fucking his lovely gorgeous wife ,giving her what he was unable to. his His miniscule penis less than an inch long when flaccid was now fully erect at the sexy thought of her his wife on  laying on her back taking that monster sized cock .The room erupted in laughter as the nappy was removed and his penis was now on display. Kelly was the first to compose herself ,she hadn't seen his erect penis before " oh my gosh he's tiny ,wow ohhh poor baby no wonder you are a dressed like pretty baby girl for mommy .I baby sit lots of toddlers and I swear Laura they are bigger than your husband . Can I take some photos to show my mum and a few of my friends this is hilarious.?" Kelly took out her mobile phone snapping away at the hairless baby sized erect penis, his small balls  with his penis sized dummy now in his mouth .The plastic pants and frilly pink baby knickers around his ankles all clear evidence this man was nothing but a pathetic sissy and was about to witness his lovely wife be unfaithful to him. Kelly changed Sissys nappy and replaced his plastic pants and baby knickers back into position patting the crotch after she was satisfied they were correctly tightly around his waist. Laura and Carl had disappeared  into the master bedroom .The new baby monitor that was placed next to the bedside drawers in what was now his wife's room  was already on and sissy and Kelly could hear the two lovers kissing and giggling from the monitor next to his crib. Sissy began to cry as he sucked on his penis pacifier at was happening in the  room across the landing , the bedroom door had been deliberately left open. In a short time the unmistaken sounds of lovemaking could be heard clear and audible from the monitor and open door of the master bedroom .Kelly comforted sissy stroking his hair and patting the front of his baby knickers as the sound grew louder. Kelly crept up and opened the nursery door as wide as possible so baby could see into the master bedroom from his crib. The clothing was scattered about the room ,Laura's white satin bikini style panties lay on top of her bra and dress close to the door. A wicked thought crossed her mind she knew sissy had a thing for women's underwear, a fetish that Laura has told her about.Quitetly she walked across the narrow landing and retrieved Laura's panties from the bedroom floor .She brought them back into the nursery and found that siss was now knelt up in is crib watching his wife having sex wit the man.Kelly placed the panties over Sissys head ensuring the very wet crotch was in direct contact with his nose. Issy immediately becoming more excited as he instinctively inhaled his wife's erotic sent.Kelly giggled uncontrollable at seeing Sissys excitement but mindful not to be hears by the two adults who were fucking widly.Kelly top a few more photos of sissy wearing his wife's wet panties over his head. They both watched as Carl was on top of Laura, her long slender legs over his broad shoulders her feet in contact with the wall .Carl was pistoning his oversized penis into Sissys darling wife's vagina ,stretching it wide during each thrust. her moans were loud and sissy was able to see his pretty wife's face in a picture of pure pleasure as she cam close to having  her first orgasm since a previous relationship. The headboard crashed against the wall ,the bed creaked as each deep thrust entered her lubricated pussy.Laura began to sob as waves of ecstasy ripped through her body, she bucked upwards to meet her lovers downward thrusting taking all of his thick long eight inches of manhood into what was once a tight vagina .Sissy thought she would be spoiled for ever after such a massive organ had penetrated her so deep and wide. At one point Sissy and his wife's eyes met she smiled knowing her baby girl was enjoying his new cuckold baby girl sissy status and she was being sexually fulfilled .She cried out as Carl increased his pace fucking her faster and deeper ,loud slapping noise as his thighs met her own, his heavy large balls hitting her bottom. Waves of pleasure spasmed once again as he climaxed ,his penis reaching pars her baby husband could only dream about. She competed the feelings and sizes of both their penises Laura was never able to feel her husband inside her and found sex frustrating unless he was providing oral sex. Sissy had pulled his tiny member out of the leg openings of his panties and was furiously wanking his micro penis encouraged by Kelly .The loud rustling noise of his plastic pants and frillies could be heard on the baby monitor in his wife's room and she looked over Carls shoulders to see her baby girl playing with himself with her panties over his head. Daddy  Daddy he began to shout Mommy ..Daddy , Kelly egging him on to shout louder and louder .Laura was now fully confident there was no going back to how things used to be ,she knew he had fully embraced the cuckold lifestyle and was accepting his fate as her permanent baby girl. Carl will be his new Daddy and will have full authority to placed her baby girl husband over his knee if he misbehaves .Sissy at seeing his wife's lustful expression in addition to seeing her lovers large penis making her cum finally creamed his tiny load over the chiffon and laces of his pink baby knickers. Laura decided she wasn't going to put sissy on hormones like Julie was doing with her own sissy husband .No sissy was going to endure all the humiliation he could take  if this is what he desired and she hoped he would never want to revert back to pretending he was a man.Laura needed a real man around to meet her needs .Carl when notworking away on business would visit and be her live in lover and Daddy to sissy.Kelly and some of her friends will babysit when the "Mommy and Daddy want to go out on a date night" Julie was so pleased her  friend Laura had told her about her night of passion with Carl how she found her self a real man and a Daddy for Sissy .They shared humiliating ideas and often went out as a foursome when Julie had  her boyfriend stay over ,employing the service of one of Kelly's friends as baby sitter for Susan silk panties.    
    • Amen 🙏 one day I'm sure I'll be bedwetting full-time
    • Kayla didn’t know what was going on as she began moving around not sure if the feeling was good or bad.  
    • POST MORTEM Sarah was seething, although she was hiding it well. At lunch time, the hospital cafeteria was generally busy, but on this, the last Thursday in November, it was a madhouse. Vickie's decision to pin the photograph of Ian's wife and baby girl to the bulletin board, and to frame it with hand written cards referencing murder and massacre, had triggered an emotional firestorm among the assembled doctors and nurses, hitting those who had served in the military especially hard. How will poor Bian react when she learns about this? And did we really need Reiko to dive off the deep end on one of her samurai rants? The image of Reiko Matsumura leaping to her feet and screaming “samurai” when Ian suddenly appeared on a live news feed from the Zeta Alpha Pi sorority house was seared into her consciousness, along with the image of her fiance turning thumbs down to a reporter's suggestion that he was disabled and entitled to a pension. No, Ian won't play that game although his car is buried under a snowbank because he can't afford a new alternator. A hero doth have his pride. Doctors had cheered when he sarcastically noted that he packed Immodium AD when venturing abroad, not a Walther PPK or one of Q's exploding alarm clocks. And the whole hospital had stomped its collective feet and roared its collective approval when he proudly proclaimed that he was en route to a drinking contest against a quartet of off duty cops, with Amos Waring tagging along, cast as his very own Sancho Panza. And then the piece de resistance: Vickie jumping up to announce to the world that she would also be on the team that Ian was leading into ritual combat, a seedy Nordeast bar now suddenly transformed into a gladiatorial arena pitting the hospital against the cops. And the staff loved it. Men and women, doctors and nurses … an uproar climbing the scale to full on pandemonium, the hospital against the world. And no doubt that obnoxious Emmett Bailey will tag along to broadcast live, treating us to a blow by blow description as our mighty athletes finally consume one alcoholic beverage too many, and rendered unconscious, slowly sink to the floor … Whose diaper will be the first to fail? Will Amos even condescend to wearing a diaper? So many questions … … and now, a word from our sponsers! But stay tuned, sports fans, 'cause we'll be right back! Sarah glanced at Rita, but her expression was inscrutable, offering neither encouragement nor rebuke. Did I miss the staff meeting where it was determined that Ian isn't an alcoholic after all? Did the memo consigning his bottle fed breast milk to the trash heap never cross my desk? Is there an escape clause in our D/s agreement that I overlooked? Something that allows him to stay out all night, sleep wherever he wants and with whomever he wants? Seething, Sarah decided that the time had come for the two of them to have it out, so when his heart to heart with Rita was finished, she would summon him to her office to find out what the Hell was going on, and to lay down the law. She would tell him bluntly that she no longer trusted him, and she wanted his goodies safely and securely locked away inside a chastity cage. There would be no discussion, none whatsoever. It was time for him to honor an agreement that he had entered into of his own free will. . . . . Exiting the elevator, Ian, Priscilla and Chief Mischof were immediately assaulted with loud but off-key chanting: HEY, HEY … HO, HO … BABY KILLER'S GOT TO GO … HEY, HEY … HO, HO … BABY KILLER'S GOT TO GO … “Not terribly original,” Ian observed. “Definitely out of date,” the Chief agreed. “Disappointing turnout,” Priscilla added as she caught sight of the demonstrators. Rounding the corner, Ian quickly surveyed the corridor. The protesters were occupying the space between the two doors to his classroom. They obviously thought that they controlled both entrances, but there were no cameras covering the protest, no third party to protect them. They were relying on the forbearance of the handful of campus police officers to their front and rear. They were a dozen strong, and from his point of view, what they occupied was the killing ground. With more than two dozen strikes at his disposal, not counting the damage that he could do with his forehead and elbows, his knees and feet, in such crowded quarters it would take him less than forty seconds to dispose of them all. Taking the lead, he strolled up to the protesters, some of whom were holding up hand made signs with hastily scrawled slogans. He had seen it all before, and was neither impressed nor intimidated. He waited patiently for the bell to ring, and then spoke for the first time. “Excuse me.” Ian picked out someone in the front of the pack more or less at random. “I'm Professor Grady, and I need to get through; please move aside.” “The baby killer speaks!” The young man, who sported long, dirty hair and an equally unkempt beard to complement the holes in his jeans and the grime on his sweatshirt, was looking at a girl to his left. She had a serious case of acne, and her hair was so stringy that he thought it would be great fun to tie it up in knots. “I have killed a lot of people,” Ian nodded, “in fact, well over two thousand. But they were all about your age or a bit older … no babies in the lot. Sorry to disappoint you.” “You work for the CIA,” the girl hissed; “you're a fascist tool.” “Well, I did vote for Nixon; that's true enough.” Ian smiled at her pleasantly. He would use a heart punch to kill the boy, and a carotid strike to put the girl out of her misery. Four seconds, tops. “And I do have a license to kill, in the sense that I can kill you in the presence of witnesses and still get away with it. It only takes one phone call to summon a disposal team to collect your corpse and toss it into a nearby incinerator, while a second group systematically erases all evidence of your existence from the relevant data bases. Typically, it takes about forty-five minutes. Afterwards, if your parents stubbornly insist that they had a son or daughter who's gone missing, they'll be institutionalized in a facility for the criminally insane. We generally use one in Colorado that gets mighty cold in the dead of winter.” Ian continued to smile pleasantly, but the smile did not reach his eyes. The girl shivered, and it was not because she was cold. “In the presence of all these pigs,” the boy bravely hooted. “I don't think so.” “We have orders from on high,” the Chief fibbed: “observe, but do not interfere. We just keep the curious away until the disposal team takes over. Cuts down on the paperwork big time.” Walt's tone was friendly, but transparently insincere. He was staring hard at Ian's right hand, which was out of the protester's line of sight. “You'll be dead before you hit the floor,” he added without looking up. “Should take about six seconds. Alternatively, you can take your demonstration outside … camp out on the Quad for all we care. Just don't disrupt classes or harass faculty in their offices. We no longer tolerate that sort of thing.” “Chaz, the Quad will give us a lot more room.” The girl was tugging on his sleeve. “And, we'll get press coverage. It will work in our favor.” “Yeah,” the scrawny kid agreed; “if we play our cards right, the front page. All right, everybody,” he said as he whirled around, “we're done here. Let's head for the Quad, and make some noise!” Ian was less than two minutes late for his lecture on communal bathing in a Japanese ryokan or onsen. There were a few places in Kyoto that he was keen for his students to try. . . . . Waiting until the ruckus died down, Sarah nudged Vickie to get her attention, then nodded at an empty table in a distant corner of the room. Picking up her tray with her lunch still only half eaten, she walked off without saying a word to anybody, leaving Vickie awkwardly to follow in her wake. For her part, Rita delayed only long enough to whisper instructions to Marge, who began intently watching the bulletin board. The photo and the captions that Vickie had posted were still getting a lot of attention, and Marge, Becky, Candy and Reiko had to be prepared to intervene if something went seriously wrong. “How's your diaper holding up,” Sarah asked when Vickie sat down opposite her. “A bit wet, but not messy. These new diapers actually seem to be pretty good.” Vickie was referring to the supplies that Sarah had purchased for her at the maternity shop the previous afternoon. “Good,” Sarah spat out as Rita sat down with her own half eaten lunch. “And how's your diaper rash?” “Itchy,” Vickie admitted. “And I still hurt from my spankie.” “Good,” Sarah repeated; “and if you don't have a good explanation for disobeying all my rules with this absurd drinking contest, your next spanking will make the last one seem like a walk in the park. Now, what's going on?” “Ian and I both thought that Priscilla and Amos would make a cute couple, so we put our heads together and came up with the drinking contest. Since Amos has made it abundantly clear that he wants to go out drinking with Ian, it really didn't take much imagination on our part. What we missed, of course, is that Priscilla was keen to come along because she's madly in love, but not with Amos!” “Ah, the best laid plans,” Rita giggled. There was something about Vickie and Ian playing matchmaker for Amos that was infinitely amusing. “And you couldn't shut this cockamamie scheme down when you discovered the truth because that would hurt Amos' feelings.” “And Priscilla wants us to keep going,” Vickie laughed, “because her father thinks that Ian is bad news; he wants Secret Agent Man to get out of his little girl's life, and never mind the fact that his little girl is an experienced police officer who's fallen head over heels in love. So, the current plan is for Ian and Herb to do a little male bonding over tequila shots. If they can stay upright and somehow stagger out of the bar arm in arm, Pris reckons that all will be forgiven.” “And did any of you ever pause … ever ask whether you should pitch any of this by me? Vickie, what in Hell is the matter with you? And you, Rita! The three of us agree that Ian is an alcoholic, specifically a binge drinker, and yet both of you seem to think that encouraging him to get tanked in a drinking contest is all fine and dandy! God!” “That's funny, Sarah,” Rita said as she raised both arms high overhead, the gesture signaling her disgust at how the conversation was proceeding. “Yes, Ian is an alcoholic; we all know it. BUT HE DENIES IT. And we can't treat him as long as he is in denial-- you know that perfectly well.” Dropping her arms, Rita leaned forward, invading Sarah's personal space. “Damn it! I want that man to give me a baby! Do you think that I want alcohol coursing through his system when I get pregnant … his, or mine? Don't be ridiculous! I want him to sober up, which means that I want him to admit that he's an alcoholic! So, I've given him an ultimatum: after they win this ridiculous frat boy drinking contest, the three of them are going to end up back at the sorority, which is where I'll be waiting for them. Bernice and I are then going to conduct a trial by fire. They'll be more tequila waiting … a chance for them to toast their triumph one more time. Only, I'll ask Ian to prove that he's not an alcoholic by turning it down. If he does, I'll unlock all three diaper covers, retire gracefully, and leave them to spend the rest of the night making love, in any manner they see fit. But if he takes that drink, they stay locked up, and you will then have my full support in getting him into that chastity cage of yours. I do not want him getting anybody pregnant until we get the alcohol out of his system. I'm fine with the breast milk diet, Sarah ...” “And so is Priscilla,” Vickie hastily interjected. “But give him a half dozen condoms on your way out the door, and plead with him to use them.” “A half dozen? Isn't that overkill?” “Yep, but here's a tip from a pro: always give a man twice as many condoms as he could possibly use. It inflates his ego, and makes him feel like King Kong atop the Empire State Building.” All three women burst out laughing, each of them pondering the fragility of the male ego, and the hard work that a woman had to invest in turning her guy into a competent lover. “But we have to get real, here,” Rita continued when the laughter died down. “Unless you plan to keep him locked in a crib forever, a 24/7 baby, you have to make allowance for the fact that he's an adult, with a fully functioning brain. He needs adult stimulation, both intellectually and physically, or he'll disintegrate right before your eyes. So, take away the booze, but in return reward him with his much beloved steaks and baked potatoes. Reward him, Sarah … don't just rely on punishing him. This is where you're getting it all wrong.” “Carrots and sticks,” Vickie murmured; “carrots and sticks. And remember, I'm going to be your baby forever!” Vickie's eyes were bright with excitement. “I'm the one who belongs in a crib,” she crowed. “Me! Not Ian!” . . . . “We must be living in an alternate universe,” Priscilla observed; “I'm thinking Lovecraft.” “At the Mountains of Madness,” Ian asked. They were walking back to his office after his Japanese lecture had come to an uneventful end. A campus police officer was in the lead, and a second bringing up the rear. Walt Mischof was taking no chances. “Were you serious … I mean, about killing them all and getting away with it?” “Yes,” Ian saw no need to elaborate. “Close quarters combat,” Priscilla mused; “would they have posed much of a challenge?” “No,” he shrugged. “Penned up in that hallway the way they were? Less than a minute. You'll learn the tricks of the trade at Quantico.” “And yet, in a few minutes I'll be changing your diaper, then cradling you in my arms to nurse on bottles of breast milk. I love babying you, Ian, and you are so docile. It feels so real, and yet ...” “And yet, I'm capable of killing a dozen people in less than sixty seconds?” “Exactly. You make me feel so whole-- a lover and a baby, all rolled into one. And yet you are capable of killing so casually. It takes some getting used to.” “Having second thoughts?” “No. I saw you tense, and I knew that you were getting ready to strike. The Chief knew it, too … I could hear it in his voice. But do you know what I felt? Relief!” Ian said nothing, simply waited for her to continue. “I kept thinking that, if anyone ever came for our children, you would make a mess of their day. You wouldn't turn into a weeping Willie, begging the bad guys not to hurt us. No, you wouldn't hesitate for a second. You'd go on a killing spree, then pick up the phone and call a disposal team to come take out the garbage. And when it was all over, one of us would have to change your dirty diaper. At the Mountains of Madness indeed.” “And here we are,” Ian mused as the four of them exited the elevator and went round the corner to his office. “And not a headhunter in sight.” The corridor was awash in coeds, some of whom he recognized from office visits over the last couple of days. The sororities were still shielding him, but now there were a fair number of clean-cut young men awaiting him as well. “Excuse me, Professor,” a tall, blonde young man said with a radiant smile. “We're fraternity brothers, and ROTC. If you can spare the time, we'd all like to hear more about how to get the max out of an R&R.” “Happy to oblige,” Ian grinned. “Just give me a few minutes to scarf down some lunch, and we'll start office hours early.” . . . . “So, the bottom line: now that we've heard the worst of it, are we still going ahead with our plan, modified only to include Priscilla?” Sarah already knew the answer, but she wanted both Rita and Vickie to say it out loud. “Vickie?” “Absolutely. And I can speak for Priscilla as well. If you bail, Sarah, she will marry Ian.” Rita and Sarah exchanged puzzled looks. “And how did you arrive at that decision … and does Ian know?” “Not yet. But it's logical. Children need grandparents, and neither my parents nor Rita's are up to the task. But Pris says that her parents are getting impatient … like, 'would you please get on with it because we're not getting any younger' … that kind of impatience.” “Like my grandmother,” Sarah smiled; “she's made her wishes in this department altogether too clear.” “And Rita, from what you said earlier, it's obvious that you haven't changed your mind.” Rita nodded. “I don't mind admitting that I've had doubts, because there was a part of me that thought none of this makes any sense. So, why was I doing this? Why? And then I watched him with Janis … all that love and caring … the gentleness. And I thought about all the pain that washes across his features when he thinks about his daughter … how much he loves her. And suddenly, I understood. I've spent my whole adult life searching for Ian, and I never even knew that I was looking. I want to have children, but not with a man who's so obsessed with his career that his children are just an afterthought. Ian's greatest strength is his sense of balance … having his priorities in the right order. He doesn't care about money; he cares about people. We've all seen it … we all recognize it, but I never credited what I was seeing until he got down on his knees to comfort Janis. And then it clicked into place. This is the man I want to father my children, because he will always be there for them.” “What about you, Sarah,” Rita asked in turn. “Are you still in, or are you bailing?” “Truthfully? “Ian and I have a broad outline, but we're still filling in the details. We're a work in progress, and I'm willing to put a great deal of effort into making our relationship succeed. Frankly, what worries me more at the moment is the two of you. If today was a trial run for our household, the outcome was disastrous. Both of you had some idea of what was coming in that conference room, yet you left me to lead with my chin. Why? And this drinking contest. That's the sort of thing that you're supposed to bring to me. You lay out the facts and give me your recommendation … we discuss the pros and cons, and then I make the call. Whether you agree or disagree in private, we present a united front to Ian when it's his well-being that we're considering.” “You're right, Sarah,” Rita apologized; “we didn't think it through, which is just another way of saying that our new relationship is also a work in progress because it's so different from our long-standing friendship. But let me repeat: it's obvious to the rest of us that you and Ian have hit a rough patch because you are trying to micromanage the relationship instead of managing it. He's all but begging you to be the decision-maker, but that doesn't mean that you have to decide whether he's eating egg salad or tuna salad for lunch. You need to step back, and concentrate on the essentials. By all means, treat him like a baby … Ian and Vickie both, because at the therapeutic level it's to their benefit. But don't make the mistake of thinking of two functioning adults as babies. They're not, and they never will be-- they both have jobs, and they both do them well.” “It's hard,” Sarah countered with a resigned sigh. “He asks me to make decisions, and when I do, he debates whether or not to follow my lead. But when I try and engage him … make it a team decision? He retreats into a shell. He's holding so much back ...” “Pris and I were just talking about this,” Vickie observed. “We want him to speak up, but he's secretive by nature, and he has trust issues.” “Keep trying,” Sarah urged. “Go after the little things: does he like his peanut butter creamy or chunky?” “It's a good strategy,” Rita concurred. “Get him in the habit of talking. Make him feel safe … make him feel that he can talk to any of us about anything that concerns him.” “So, we're in agreement, then. We all know the cost, but we're all going to pay it. We build a home for the five of us, for our children, for Ian's daughter, for the other survivors. We accept the limitations on our freedom of movement that go with living in a high risk environment.” Sarah spread her arms across the table, palms up. Rita and Vickie both reached out to renew the friendship and community that Sarah was offering. They had absorbed a heavy blow, but long years of deep friendship sustained them, and with it their hopes for the future.
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