Baby Tickles

Hiya Kristi, Welcome to the new world. It's always nice to see a new face. Baby Tickles

Hehe.....on the 4th July I posted a welcome note to you. I also said I like having lots of fun and I'm try to be a good boy etc.....but I always end up causing mischief but it's that nita who gets me into trouble. Nita collared me last night and said I should write a retraction not blaming her for me getting into trouble, and she tickled me until I promised I would. Hope this is a bit clearer. Baby Tickles

Hewwo again Kitten, Erm....nita says I gotta wite dis weetwaction to wot I writted on da 4th July, an she tickled me til I pwomised I do dis. I do twy to be good honest I do.....but it's not nita dat gets me in twubble, me can do dat mysef. Jus she normally dere wiv me when I do. Dat's wot nita said I should wite anyways if I not want her to tickle me no more. Bye for now, Baby Tickles

Hiya Kooshy, Nice to see another UK player. Welcome to DD. Baby Tickles

Hi Kitty, A big welcome and huggle (das a cwoss between a hug an a cuddle). I a baby boy ov 2 an wuv to habs fun in da chatwoom wiv lots ov fwends. I twy to be good honest I do, but end up causin mischief.......it normally dat nita's fault, she get me in twouble. Baby Brad is my online Daddy and he keeps me in line. Hope we haff fun soon. Baby Tickles

Hi Sky, Welcome to DD and glad you finally posted. I am curious as to what WH means. Sombody please enlighten me before I go nuts. Baby Tickles

Hi, I tend to use both. I wear a disposable under a terry and sometimes I even have trainer pants over that. Then my Mummy puts me in a pair of frilly rhumba pants and a onsie. Very often I'm triple nappied like that. The disposable for security, the terry and trainers for the waddle, everything else to feel really small and babyish. Baby Tickes

Hi Adam, I'm struggling to believe what I've just read. I am very sorry for your loss, she was a bright star and a bundle of fun. I only met her twice but it was obvious to me that she was a very special person. My sincerest condolences to you my friend. I can't even begin to fathom what you're feeling and going through, but I hope you're managing to cope the best you can. Thinking of you, Baby Tickles.

Hi Andie. Don't worry about being new to this, everyone's new at some stage or other. You may well find an online Daddy if you're patient and wait for the right one. In the meantime come and join in the chatroom. Baby Tickles

Hi damina, I'm not from sheffield but hi anyway. There's only one person I know of who's in Sheffield and that's Sheffield Rob. Not sure when he's going to be back. Baby Tickles.

Hi goldilocks. Nothings strange in this site....... We all have issues in all ways, shapes and forms. So (like me) have to wear nappies, some (like me again) wear for fun. Come and play in the chatroom soon. Baby Tickles

Hi, Welcome to the site; it's always great to see a new baby join. Come and play in the chatroom soon. Baby Tickles

Wow.....and you thougt you'd have trouble. This is a great introduction, and again welcome to our world, you are very welcome. It was an absolute pleasure chatting and laughin with you yesterday, and I hope there's much more of that to come. If you want to know why I am the way I am, then please read my profile.....that should also explain why a few members of the cummunity who shall remain nameless (yeah right, katiekat, kittykatie, smarti, kris, dragonfox, babylex and babyfett) usually tickle me at every given opportunity. Looking forward to more fun. Baby Tickles

You're right there Chuckles you have upset a few people and from what I've heard they didn't like it very much. One of the members actually said they thought your attitude and behaviour was distasteful. My personal opinion is they were both disgraceful to say the least. But that's only on hearsay, as I wasn't in the room at the time. Though I certainly don't like my friends being insulted and treated in that manner. I have read your profile and quite frankly it didn't scare me one bit, you may well be strict but at the end of the day this is only role playing. People here have issues that take some accepting and understanding. You also need to respect the people here in the same way you would expect to be respected yourself, and you must respect there ways and wishes. That now said I for one appreciate your apology, I'm not sure the rest do. I also believe in second chances, everybody makes mistakes and everybody should be given the chance to make amends. Most of the people here are very nice people, who are always willing to listen and help where they can. I believe (although I cannot swear) that if they read your apology they to will give you the chance your asking for. I will try and help where I can by asking them to read your post, but I will not endanger my friendship with them. Good luck, Baby Tickles

Hi babyluv, Last night I didn't realise you were a newbie....wow that's great, welcome. I hope we can have lots more fun in the chatroom for a long time to come. So keep coming in, I must warn you though I am a veritable chatterbox to the point of overwhelmingly sometimes, so if you want me to shut up for a minute just say so. As you probably guessed last night I am also a micheavous little boy, at that naughtiness usually gets me into trouble with other members of the room (as you saw with katie) but I don't mind that, it's a lot of fun and katiekat's kinkier than she lets on. Quick bit of info on me. I'm male/39/UK, very happily married and a father of two very pretty little girls. I love my family and wouldn't want to do anything to hurt or endanger them. I also have a Labrador Retriever called Sam and he's as mad as a box of frogs, at least we have something in common. I wear nappies for several reasons, not just because I like them and enjoy the security they provide. At night I have to because of Irritable Bladder Nocturia (IBN) which basically means I'm a bed wetter, any other time through choice though I do suffer with giggle micturition which means I pee when I laugh, I'm also very very ticklish (but I love it) which is also why the gang in the chatroom normally attack me. I know that sounds a bit weird but when I say very very ticklish I mean it, I giggle just by thinking about it, so the virual tickling I get in the chatroom is actually having an effect I can't control. But it's all the name of fun for me, there's is absolutely nothing perverted or sexualy I get from it, but I do love to laugh, hehehe. My Mummy (wife) also loves the tickle me at every given opportunity, whether she wants to make me wet my nappy, or even if I'm not wearing a nappy she just wants an excuse to give me a spanking, or even if she just wants to render my helpless. So I tend to be wet most of the time. I also write poems and stories which I post here. My story is my first ever so take a look if you want, it's in the stories forum and called "They Changed Me, Now They Change Me" let me know what you think please. So if that's too much information, as I said I'm a veritable chatterbox when I get going.....can't help it. Look forward to the fun, Baby Tickles

Thanks for such encouraging comments from all of you who have posted. This means a lot to me, and all your comments and suggestions have been taken on board, and will be used in future. Thanks again hugeley, Baby Tickles

Hi Kari, It's nice to see someone dealing with their predicament in such a positive manner, some of us aren't that strong (me included). I think it's also very good and necessary to laugh at yourself once in a while, it brings you back down to earth. You've made me chuckle, and I'll definitely look at the restroom queues in a different light now. Personally I suffer with two ailments which require a nappy, Irritable Bladder Nocturia (IBN) which basically means I'm a bedwetter, and Giggle Micturition which means if I laugh to much I pee uncontrollably. I'm also very very ticklish, which is fine because I love to laugh and I love being tickled. I even giggle when I think about being tickled. My wife and Mummy loves to make sure I laugh often by tickling me at every given opportunity, which means I'm wet most of the time. So do the friends and family I've found in the chatroom on this site. I hope you come and play in the chatroom soon, it would be nice to see you there. They always tend to pick on me, everytime I enter the chatroom it seems to be open season on Tickles. It may only be a virtual tickling but it makes me laugh. "For there to be a silver lining there has to be a cloud, but making that silver lining requires a golden sun." - Baby Tickles. Hey I like that, I'd better write it down before I forget it. Bye for now, Baby Tickles

Okay liljeremy I work on a sequel....thanks for reading it and your kind comment. Baby Tickles

That's strange, over 330 views and not a single reply.....

They Changed Me, Now They Change Me! Introduction. Now, I consider myself to be quite a perceptive guy, I believe in paying attention to detail and to what’s going on around me. I wouldn’t say I’m a body language aficionado but more of a high class people watcher. I’m a 6ft 1” tall and weight 12½ stone (175lbs), I keep myself relatively fit. I’m a quintessential English gentleman of the modern age. I am quite an up to date man although I’m also quite narrow minded due to Catholicism; which is why I’m surprised that what you are about to read is about my current lifestyle. Chapter One – The Sightings. I was with some work mates in a bar in Bishopsgate, London just by Liverpool Street Station engaging in a well known pass time on a Friday evening called the “Friday Beer Bash”; this involves (obviously) in drinking as much beer as humanly possible to help relieve the stress of the week. I’d reached a point in the evening when I realised it was time to break the seal, in other words I needed the loo. On my return I notice a very pretty blonde girl talking with one of my mates. Unfortunately by the time I’d managed to get through the crowd of office workers all doing the same thing she’d gone. Of course I questioned my comrades only to be faced with the a barrage of jokes, eventually they conceded that she was asking about me and that they’d kindly informed her of my state of inebriation and that I probably wouldn’t be able to raise so much as a smile, never mind anything else; this of course was followed by the usual testosterone led bravado and gesticulation. Shortly after that (and a few more lagers) I made my excuses and left. I had reasonably long way to go and didn’t want to be under the influence any more than I already was. I lived in Bletchley (Home of the Codebreakers) at the time, which meant I had to catch the Circle Line to Euston Square, walk (stagger) to Euston Station and catch a local train. I managed this without too much trouble and found a seat, it was about 10 o’clock so I was feeling a bit tired (as a newt) so fell promptly to sleep. The next time I awoke the train was just pulling out of Cheddington. That’s the thing with commuters; you become conditioned to wake up just at the right time to gather yourself before your station. My station wasn’t next however, that was Leighton Buzzard, one before mine. It’s not far away from Cheddington so I hadn’t really focussed on those people close by. What I did notice though was the very pretty blonde standing in the vestibule waiting to alight. As she did, she turned and looked straight at me, smiled and waved leaving me to ponder a second missed opportunity. The following morning I awoke with a little bit of a hangover and a mouth that tasted like sweaty feet. I showered and got my exercise gear together; I thought that I’d work off the alcohol at the gym. After the gym I felt much better; it was a glorious summer’s day so I got the car (Honda S2000) out of the garage and went shopping for clothes in Milton Keynes Centre (the Centre MK as it’s known). Now as I’m sure you’re aware, shops on a Saturday lunch time are very busy and the Centre MK is no different. What was different though was my sense; I kept feeling someone was watching me. It was quite an unnerving feeling to be honest. So what made me feel this way? Well every shop I went to I kept see the same very pretty blonde girl I saw on Friday night, but only at a distance. I told my mates about this later that day but got no sympathy whatsoever, they just told me to stop complaining about being stalked by a gorgeous blonde and that I’m just being paranoid. Sunday morning passed without incident. In the afternoon I’d got tickets to see a rugby match in High Wycombe with a girl friend (plutonic, she’s a lesbian) of mine. I told her of my stalker but got the same reaction as I did from my mates, she said she’d love to have a stalker like that. Chapter Two – At Last: A Hello. Well another weekend over and done with. I caught my usual train from Bletchley on Monday morning, it stops at Leighton Buzzard and I looked for her. Fate was on my side; she got on the same carriage, went to sit somewhere else but suddenly noticed me looking wide eyed at her. She smiled and sat with me. She had beautiful striking blue eyes to match her blonde hair; something I didn’t notice through the alcohol. I introduced myself “Hi, I’m Peter”. “Katie” she replied. We talked for the rest of the journey to London, it passed far too quickly for me; we made each other laugh, which is always a good sign. She worked not to far away from where I worked although she didn’t say much about it. So luckily (fate again, playing its part) we could catch the same tube train, only she had to get off at Moorgate and me at Liverpool Street. “Maybe I’ll see on the train tonight, I catch the 1720” she said. “I’ll try to be on it” I replied. “You’d better” she said, and we left it at that. For the rest of the week we travelled to and from London together. We arranged to meet in London on that Friday night (not for the Beer Bash) to which my workmates gave me many a witty jibe about being “under-the-thumb” already. We wound up dating a few more times in the next few weeks, and it was clear to me this relationship was going somewhere. Eventually I suggested that rather than meeting somewhere, I actually come and pick her up from home and we go out for the day on Saturday. “Great idea” she said “you can meet my housemates”. Housemates? This was news to me; she’d never spoken about them before. “Yes, Jane, Judy and Jennifer; there’s not much to say about them to be honest. You’ll meet them on Saturday.” Saturday morning came around and I followed Katie’s directions to her house, parked up and knocked at the door. Katie answered and led me through to the living room where her housemates sat chatting. “Hi!” they said in unison. “This is Peter everyone; that’s Jane, Judy and Jennifer” she said pointing to three brunettes whom were identical; triplets. “I’m going to find it hard telling you apart” I said. “You’ll get used too it” said one of them (to be honest I’m still not that sure which is which even now). Katie laughed and said she wouldn’t be a minute and would I like a cup of tea? “Coffee please, love” I answered “black, no sugar, can’t stand tea, too much caffeine”. On her return she said she just had to finish getting ready and wouldn’t be long; so I spent the next hour chatting to Jane, Judy and Jennifer. They were a good bunch always taking the Mickey out of each other and anyone close by, which means I got it too. They didn’t talk about their work or Katie’s for that matter, no matter how I worded my questions they seemed to be able to rebut any attempt I made to gather information. Katie finally came to join us and suggested we left before I got myself into trouble. “Triplets!” I exclaimed “I would say that’s something to talk about”. “I know, and I’m sorry to drop it on you but how does anyone explain that their housemates are triplets and WUMs (wind up merchants)?” she said. “Good point, I’ll forgive this one indiscretion”. I smiled at her as we got in the car and drove off. The day went very well, we chatted and she snuggled in. We even had a bit of cuddle and a kiss; I know what you’re thinking, this is going a bit slow and indeed it was. However let me remind you of my English gentlemanly character, and the fact that this wasn’t actually a run of the mill relationship in the making. In reality I was being “groomed”. We didn’t go straight in when we got back to her place that evening; we parked up and walked to the pub which also had a restaurant attached, as many do these days. So we had dinner and a few drinks. Katie asked if I’d like to come back for a coffee after an invitation which of course I accepted. I didn’t realise how tired Katie was though, when we got back one of the triplets had made coffee and we sat in the living room talking, laughing and joking. Katie had snuggled up beside me on the sofa and fallen asleep. I suggested I catch the train home and pick my car up in the morning. “You can stay here on the sofa if you want” the girls offered but I declined as I didn’t have my toothbrush. “A gentleman, few and far between these days” said Jane “Look out Katie he’s a keeper”. “Ok, come round for Sunday lunch, we’ll do a roast” said Katie and we kissed goodbye. Chapter Three – Sunday (The day of change). The following day I arrived in time for Sunday dinner, as Katie opened the front door the smell from the kitchen was incredible. Katie and I kissed as the door shut; for the first time in these few weeks I felt a fire burn in my heart. I held her body tightly close to mine as the kiss lasted a minute or too but could have gone on a life time. As we broke away Katie heaved a breath and looked me straight in the eye. “Wow” she said “I suppose we’d better close the front door”. I followed her through to the kitchen where I greeted the triplets. I asked Katie where the toilet was as I needed to freshen up and get the smell of the train off me. “Ok follow me” she said “I’ll show you the rest of the house too”. During the tour of the house I explained that one of the reasons I needed the bathroom was, in fact, a needed to pee. “Really, can’t you hold on a few more minutes or are you desperate?” she asked and preceded to tickle me a little (I am incredibly ticklish, all over!) which made me laugh. “I wasn’t” I said “but you doing that means I am now”. She laughed deviously and playfully and showed me where to go. “Quickly now we don’t want any little puddle type accidents do we!” she exclaimed. She waited outside while I did my business and asked if I’d washed my hands. “Yes mother!” I replied. She lightly smacked my bottom and pretended to scold me for being so cheeky and told me if I didn’t behave she’d have to sort me out. I laughed and teased her suggesting she had a spanking fetish. Katie showed me around the rest of the house which was deceptively larger than it looked from the outside; a veritable tardis. But there was one door she didn’t open under the stairs; I asked about it but she said they’d all tell me later while we were having dinner. “Ooo!” I said mockingly “a secret dungeon eh?” Judy called us to sit for dinner so we made our way to the dining room, we sat next to each other with Jane and Judy opposite and Jennifer at the head. The meal was lovely and accompanied by the wine I’d brought with me (never turn up for dinner without wine) and we talked about general subjects. Katie suddenly made an observation, which through me off guard a little though I didn’t mind answering. “Peter, I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable” she said “but since we’ve been going out I notice that you tend to go to the loo more often than most people. Is there something wrong?” “Not really” I said shuffling in my chair “just a few years ago I had a rather nasty motorbike accident which required quite a lot of surgery.” “Sorry” she said “I didn’t mean to pry. “It’s not a problem, I would have told eventually” I said “the thing is, there was a lot of damage to my insides so they had to move things around, take things out and replace things” I carried on “consequently I now have the bladder capacity and urethra similar to a woman but not as strong as a woman’s as the sphincter muscle has been severely weakened; which is why, when I drink too much I go to the loo more often.” “But when we were upstairs and you needed the loo you said you weren’t desperate” Katie exclaimed. “I wasn’t until you tickled me” I said “you see along with this comes a side effect called giggle micturition, which means if I laugh too much, whether I need the loo or not my bladder contracts and I have to pee; you caught me just right and I’m very ticklish.” “Really” Judy exclaimed “that’s interesting; so if we want to get our own back or get you to do something all we have to do is tickle you, or just threaten to tickle you and you’ll be at our mercy.” Katie laughed a wicked laugh when she saw a look of horror come over my face, but she reassured me and said that she would look after me but I should bring spare clothing next time as she couldn’t be around all the time. I helped wash up which meant putting my hands in hot soapy water leaving my back and sides exposed. Katie did her best to protect me from probing fingers but the odd prod and poke got through which by the end of the washing up meant I had to pee again. The triplets thought this was funny and said that sooner or later they’d get me wetting my pants. When I’d returned to the kitchen Katie was poring milk into a saucepan. “They’ve gone into the living room” she said. “Is it safe to come in here without protection?” I asked and walked in. They laughed and told me I was safe and that they didn’t want a stain on the chairs anyway. I sat down on the sofa and waited for Katie, she came in with a tray of hot chocolate and biscuits. “I hope you like hot chocolate” she said “we always have it after Sunday Roast.” “Yes I like it” I said “but isn’t it a bedtime drink.” “It is” said Jane “and we usually fall asleep after Sunday Roast too.” Katie handed me a mug and cuddled up next to me; we drank our drinks and chatted. Soon though I felt myself falling asleep, Katie told me to have 40 winks if I wanted, she would be upset if I didn’t and that they’ll probably do the same very shortly, so off I drifted into the arms of Morphius. I woke up feeling rather groggy and not sure of where I was; what was apparent though was I was in a moving vehicle, some sort of MPV. My seated position was reclined and as I came around I noticed it was dark outside. Lifting my head I looked around in the gloom, street lights flickered passed and I heard muffled talking from in front. “Oh sweetie you’re awake, hi little one” Katie turned on an inside courtesy light and beam a smile down at me from one side, Jane from the other. Jennifer was driving while Judy sat looking round at me from the passenger seat. “What’s going on?” I asked. Katie didn’t reply much but just told me to sit and enjoy the ride. I felt quite warm and cosy so I did what she said and tried to gather some more consciousness. Noticing my attire had been changed I asked again what was going on. “Well” said Katie “you fell asleep on the sofa and had a little accident, but that’s okay it’s what baby boy’s do.” “Okay but I’m not a baby boy” I replied. “Well you are now sweetie, our baby boy.” I raised my head once more and looked around noticing not only had my attire changed, it had changed from men’s clothing to children’s clothing. I asked what they’d dressed me in and Katie just patted my groin. “A big fluffy terry nappy, some frilly rubber rumba panties and pastel blue cotton baby grow with a teddy bear on it. Now isn’t that sweet?” At that point she placed a dummy in my mouth and told me to go to sleep; we have a long way to go. I tried to get up out of the seat but realised very quickly that I couldn’t; they’d firmly strapped me in. “What am I sitting in?” “A baby car seat” Katie answered very matter of fact way “don’t try to get up we’ve locked the straps around you and your wrists are firmly secured too.” I settled back but didn’t sleep, I found myself trying to work out my predicament but still sucking on the dummy. Chapter Four – During the Journey. After a while I felt the call of nature and called out for them to stop. “Don’t be silly” said Jennifer “we can’t let you out dressed like that, someone would ask questions.” “But I need to pee!” I exclaimed, half knowing what the answer was likely to be, and it was. “Well that’s why you’re in a nappy silly, we can’t be having another messy accident can we.” I refused to do what they’d told me to do, but it didn’t help. “Help him out girls” said Judy. Katie started to tickle my sides while Jane set about me feet. I just laughed helplessly while they tortured me, knowing what would happen, and soon enough it did. The contents of my bladder just flowed and flowed soaking the terry and bulging through the baby grow. I cried with anguish knowing what was going to happen next. The girls cried out with glee as they witnessed my predicament and their success. They agreed they needed to change me so they would need to stop soon, somewhere quiet and off the beaten track was decided. We pulled over into a disused service station in the middle of nowhere. Jennifer and Judy turned there seats around to face me and lifted my legs in to air. Katie and Jane unfastened poppers between my legs and pulled down my rubber panties, unpinned the terry nappy and pulled it out from under my bottom. They each took a wad of wet wipes and cleaned my legs, bottom and groin, the coldness around my testicles made me such in my breath and let out a nervous giggle. “Now then” said Judy “you’ve been a naughty boy, that’s twice today you’ve wet your pants.” They lifted my legs and each took turns at spanking me, it seemed to go on for ages and stung with every slap; they certainly knew how to spank a man. They didn’t stop until I was whimpering like a little boy, and my bottom was salmon pink and sore, and tears ran down my cheeks. After they’d spanked me to tears, Katie softly rubbed cream into my buttocks to cool them down. Jane sprinkled Johnson’s baby powered on me and placed a fresh terry nappy under my bottom. Jennifer and Judy lowered me into place and pinned the nappy tightly around me, then pulled up the rubber panties and popped closed my baby grow. Katie pulled out a different dummy for me, placed it in my mouth and strapped it around my head. A tube came from the middle of the dummy and was drip fed by a bag hanging from the ceiling. “There you go, drink up. We’ve got a long way to go and we don’t want you getting constipated now do we!” she exclaimed. I sighed and sat back, clearly there was nothing I could do. Jane placed some earphones in each of my ears and told me to listen carefully to a few CDs she’d brought along; they would help me accept my situation. I asked her what they were in a muffled voice and she just said they were hypnosis recordings, to help with your incontinence and if you listen to them carefully, you should only need them a few times to be totally incontinent all day long and I do mean totally; they’ll also help you regress back to a baby of between 1 and 2 years old. As we got going I pondered over the situation and had no choice but to listen to the recordings, with the cars movement rocking me back and forth and I soon drifted off into a deep hypnotic sleep. Chapter Five – A Home in the Country. By morning we had arrived at a big country house in the middle of its own grounds. “Well then sweetie” Katie looked at me and smiled “welcome to your new home.” What these four hadn’t told me was they’d won a lot of money on the lottery a few months before and decided that because they all didn’t want to have children of there own for some reason or other, they’d decided to make one – me. Jane opened the side door and stepped out, stretched then turned and unlocked my straps and wrist restraints. I went to stand only to stumble a little, Jane, Judy and Jennifer helped me toddle out of the vehicle. I couldn’t walk properly due to bulk of the now very wet terry between my legs, so I waddled along side the girls and into the house. We were greeted by a grand hall way and a beautiful staircase. “Come on sweetie” said Katie “let’s check out the nursery”. She took my hand and guided me up the stairs; the others looked on and chuckled at the way I was waddling up the stairs. “You’d better change him while you’re there” they shouted. As we reached the top I felt a bit of a twinge in my bowels and started to cramp up. I let out a yelp of pain and fell to my knees; tears welled up in my eyes as Katie took me in her arms and lovingly stroked my hair. “Go on sweetie, let it go, Mummy will clean you up”. No matter how hard I tried to hold it in the laxative she’d fed me during the night was too powerful; I had no choice but to let go of the entire contents of my bowels and filled the already soaking nappy to such an extent it became overloaded and started to leak and stain my baby grow around the panty line. Hearing the commotion Jane, Judy and Jennifer came running up the stairs just in time to see my predicament. By the time I’d finished the smell was awful and I’d curled up on the carpet sobbing my heart out. Katie again taking me in her arms told me how it was all okay, and that’s what she expected from her baby boy. They helped up and lead me through to the nursery; as I walked in I saw it had been fully kitted out ready. A cot the size of a King size double bed with a fully functional mobile above it and restraints attached, a chest of drawers, a changing table also fitted with restraints, an abundance of toys and cuddly teddy bears, and the décor was that of Winnie the Pooh and friends. “Here sweetie let Auntie Jane take off that nasty baby grow”. She released the padlock and unzipped it; Judy and Jennifer pulled out my arms and let it drop to my feet. I stepped out of it and Katie showed me to the changing table and told me to lie down as she fixed the restraints to my wrists. My wrists fastened above my head she started to turn a handle which tightened the tethers and stretched my arms out as if I was on a rack. The girls proceeded to clean me up, Katie unfastened my soiled and smelly nappy told me lift my bottom as she pulled it out from under me. She took a wad of baby wipes and cleaned me. Jane and Judy fastened my legs to a spacer bar which was attached to a pulley and rope on the ceiling, Jennifer turned another handle which pulled my legs in the air exposing my bottom and lifting it off the table; this allowed Katie to clean my backside and under me. “Does he need another spanking for soiling this much?” Jennifer asked. “No, I don’t think so” said Katie “I think he’s tired and needs a bit of tenderness right now, he’s upset a little I think”. She lent over me and spoke softly, her beautiful blue eyes gazing deep into mine. “Are you okay honey?” she asked “come on tell Mummy what’s wrong.” I couldn’t say anything except “Why?” “Don’t ask why honey, just enjoy it. All your troubles are gone and Mummy’s here to look after you for the rest of your life.” They proceeded to sprinkle Johnson’s Baby Powder around my groin and Judy rubbed it in, this got me slightly aroused much to the girls’ amusement and she gave my testicles a little tickle for good measure. Katie fastened a fresh terry nappy around me, it was warm and comfortable. Jane pulled a fresh pair of rubber pants with Thomas the Tank Engine print up and over my nappy and patted my groin as she checked the legs and tucked in any stray nappy that may be protruding. Jennifer lowered my legs and unfastened my ankles while Jane and Judy threaded my feet into a fresh baby grow. Katie still whispered lovingly to me as she unfastened my wrists. “Are you hungry sweetie?” she asked “you must after all that.” I nodded as Jane finished fastening and locking the baby grow. “Good boy for Auntie Jane” she said “come with me and Auntie Judy downstairs while Mummy and Auntie Jenny finish cleaning up here; we’ll get you some tea and a nice little drink of juice.” Chapter Six – An explanation. They sat me down in a high chair obviously made for an adult and strapped me in. Auntie Jane tied a bid around my neck which I prompted untied and threw away. “Come on now Petey don’t be a naughty baby, you’ve got to have this on before tea or you’ll make mess” She tied it back around my neck and when I tried to stop her a second time, Auntie Judy grabbed my arms from behind and deftly cuffed my wrists behind the chair. They came back from the kitchen with a plate chicken, mashed potato and gravy, and a baby bottle of apple juice. “Come on sweetie open wide” said Auntie Jane as she tried to force a plastic spoon full of mashed up dinner into my mouth. I refused to open but Auntie Judy tickled me from behind and Jane rushed the spoon into my mouth. I swallowed it and it tasted very nice, I hadn’t eaten for hours and I didn’t realise how hungry I was. The next spoonful came soon after the first, I thought about resisting again but when Auntie Jane said “Neeeeeeeeeeowwwwww…..here comes the big aeroplane” I couldn’t help it and found myself opening my mouth. After the big aeroplane came the “Puff, puff, puff of the little steam engine” and the “Woooooo….woooooo…of the express train” I couldn’t help myself, I was having fun and did feel like a little boy of about 2 years old. Mummy Katie and Auntie Jenny came to join us just as The Last Train To Clarkesville was reaching its destination, they smiled and chuckled to themselves as they saw how much fun we were having….and it was fun. After tea they all lead me to the living room where we sat and watched TV, Mummy sat in a big armchair while Auntie Jenny and Auntie Judy sat at either end of the sofa and Auntie Jane sat in the middle but on the floor. I was told to sit on the floor at Mummy’s feet, which I didn’t mind doing, she stroked and ran her fingers through my hair as I rested my head on her lap. “Now then sweetie” she said “I think it’s time to explain why this is happening, and how it’s going to be from now on” I looked up at her with wide eyes waiting for the reasons behind all this. “Now I don’t want any arguments or protests, so I want you to suck on this dummy the whole time, okay”. I nodded and she pushed the dummy in my mouth and I instinctively began to suck on it. “You are now my baby” she said “I am your Mummy, end of…” She carried on explaining that none of them actually wanted a proper baby or to go through the pain of child birth. So they decided a while ago to find the right man to turn into their own 2 year old baby boy. Auntie Jane explained that she, Judy and Jennifer would be known as Aunties and would take on baby sitting responsibilities and carers’ duties, but the only person who I suckle is Mummy Katie. She also explained that diuretics and laxatives would be used to keep me totally incontinent 24 hours a day along with a programme of un-potty training; but at night they will be training me to become totally nappy dependent and regress back to babyish toddler-hood using hypnotic recordings played while I am asleep in my cot. I started to cry at the prospect of having all my manly behaviours taken from me, but it was explained that I could do nothing about it. I took a drink of apple juice from my bottle and looked at all three, they were smiling nervously. “So you’re all going to look after me?” I asked. They all nodded and answer yes in unison. At that point I felt a twinge in my bladder and I knew what was coming. I doubled over and tried to hold on as best I could, but once again the girls set about ‘helping me out’ as they put it. They tickled every part of me, my ribs, my thighs, my feet my neck….all over, then suddenly it all became too much and I had to let go flooding my nappy to a sodden state. “There you go sweetie, the sooner you learn to do that yourself the easier it will be” I looked up at them and told them the truth, that I loved to be tickled as much as possible and for as long as possible, I also explained that spanking I also love and being restrained and immobilised and humiliated, so anything they do now is a bonus to me. The only thing I had a problem with was the nappies and the clothes, but during the training I grew to love them. Now I am a 2 year old baby boy, being looked after by Mummy, Auntie Jane, Auntie Judy and Auntie Jenny. They take good care of me and we have lots of fun. They’ve even allocated themselves positions such as Mummy mainly changes me although one of the others helps sometimes. Aunty Jane feeds me, Aunty Judy bathes me, and Aunty Jenny (she’s the strict one) spanks my little bottom whenever she wants….whether I’ve been naughty or not, and that’s my life. Of course all of them tickle me whenever they like, oh no not again please…….heheheheheheheheheheeehehestoppppittttthehahhehahheehhehehhehheee.. argahhhh…..hehaheahehhehhe….gigigigigigllggigigglegiggle….chuckle….ehehe h eeeeee……….I gonna wet..hehehehehhe…… pleassesseeeeee…hehehehhehehhhehahhaeahhehahee……………the end. Hope you liked it. Baby Tickles

Thanks for those comments and all three of you are very right, yes it is melancholy but then it is meant to be, but thanks Katie. Kitty, yes it does reflect the title and it was a very hard and dark time when I wrote this; actually my heart had not just been broken but blasted into little pieces. Smarti you're right too, it is hard to get until you get it then it falls into place. The first verse is the love, the second is the love lost, third is murder and the forth is the suicide. I hope others will now write; I've asked DD for a dedicated forum for poetry so hopefully we'll have somewhere to put them. Thanks again and I really glad you all (in particular) liked it.

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I realise this isn't a forum for poetry but as there isn't a dedicated one, this will have to do. Anyway below is a poem I wrote during a rather hard and dark period in my life. It's a story of love, love lost, murder and suicide. Constructive comments only please, any insulting remarks, please keep them to yourselves. A Darkest Hour Eyes that sparkle like stars on the face of the night Tempting fate with a smile that haunts wandering minds eye Plucking dreams with all that might Sends hearts into flutter of colour butterfly A taunted face with pained expression Watches loves enjoy a nether region A desperate thought makes vain decision Be with and heal deepest incision Creative hands mould ideal world Utopia in a twisted frame A deadly sin, a plan unfurls Oh God a way to end this game Broken heart racked with guilt Tears of sorrow, come what may Fallen angles bed of silt Self pittied equity ends this day.

Hi Shannon, It's great to see another new baby face in here. Have a look around and enjoy yourself, you'll meet lots of nice people here all with pretty much the same interests for one reason or another. Hope to see you in the chatroom soon. Baby Tickles