[A New Life Story (Ch. Fourteen posted 6/29)]

18 minutes ago, ELLIE52 said:

I wish your readers would interact more with you.  It is really nice when the author takes the time to engage with a reader. bbykimmy, an author I read alot, once said when she first started writing, that is was different when you were the other side of the keyboard.  This was in her first story that she wrote, she was saying how much the comments meant to her.  You can look at the top menu for Online Users to get the drift of what I was saying earlier.  Also, it's a good way to see what others are reading, etc.  I hope this helps some, Ramble.

There are a lot of guests around here! I had no idea, not sure why I didn't consider it, but it's interesting to learn.

Given my social anxieties it's incredibly difficult for me to open up to people even from the safety of the other side of my keyboard so from that standpoint I can sympathize with people not joining and commenting despite how much they mean to me.

Like I said earlier, I don't want to be a whiny baby about it and I certainly don't want the people that do take the time to comment to feel like I'm not a thousand percent appreciative of them for taking the time to say something, I just get needy for feedback and when the number of reads is as high as it is with minimal comments I get worried but then you explained it to me and I'm fine now.

[*Makes Paper Nametag For Her Desk*]

4 minutes ago, ELLIE52 said:

You forgot to tell them you have a story, A New Life Story, out in the Story Forum, you silly!   Welcome aboard!

I was worried that would be shilling and shilling is wrong. :p Also, the hope was to dazzle everyone with my wonderful wit and whimsy so they'd look deeper into my activities and find the story themselves or, barring that, someone totally awesome and helpful would come along and let them know.

Also, also, if you're not careful I'm going to get used to you helping me out around here and then I'll be bugging you all the time about where we keep the scissors and glitter even though I literally just used them a few minutes ago. :p

[*Makes Paper Nametag For Her Desk*]

Hello, I am RambleLamb and I am terrible at introducing myself to new people. In the real world I choose to let people come to me for introductions first and try not to drown them in a sea of nonsensical babbling because I'm ridiculously nervous that another human being is using the language words at me. In all seriousness, I'm just a weird and silly girl that has an adorable crippling social anxiety and tends to not know when to shut up because of it, hence the alarmingly clever handle I'm sporting here.

Okay, about me: I'm not a normal girl, I have this dark secret, I'm Batman...not really, I actually just like to wear diapers and act like a baby sometimes nbd. Ummm, I'm trying my hand at writing and have chosen this site because of all the positive Yelp reviews and because of the sign out front that reads "No shirt, no shoes, no problem". I hate shoes.

If you hadn't guessed by now, I make jokes when I'm nervous, this is my defense mechanism, along with verbal diarrhea which I guess is my attack mechanism? I'm not sure, but I'm basically a weird Pokemon that nobody wants, I'm Bidoof and if you get that joke we can totes be friends or not, I'm not holding a gun to anyone's head.

This is going so super well, you guys, I'm really surprised at how little I'm messing this up super hard. Yay!

Serious stuff: I've been into diapers and baby play since as far back as I can remember and I did the thing where I stole diapers from siblings and found out I wasn't alone because the internet. I'm a great big nerd that reads comics and watches movies and television to escape my boring normal life. Anyway, that's me in a nutshell and I'm really glad to be here and yeah!

[A New Life Story (Ch. Fourteen posted 6/29)]

3 hours ago, ELLIE52 said:

Good chapter.  The ending ....  I especially liked.  I don't know why more people and those who especially like the sissy stories are not commenting.  It could be that many of your readers are Guests (lurkers) who don't have an account so therefore can't comment or Like.

You are getting Reads.  That's good.  There's a glut of new stories out there, or so it seems, and I've pretty much limited myself downward on reading lately majorly to 2 stories, as I feel bad when I can't leave points to a good story.  

Each of your chapters has been very good.  Great writing, good humor.  The chapter leaves on a note of wanting to see more.  Also, just to tell you, a lot of folks don't seem to leave points (Likes).  I have been noticing this in other stories.  So don't feel bad.  The amount of reads is very, very good.  Maybe at the end of a new chapter update, you should say Please show the love and leave a comment, Like, or both, something like that with your humor thrown in.  I know you are saying that upfront, but they have probably forgotten that by then.

 

This is exactly the kind of thing I need to hear, a reasonable and logical explanation of how things work around here. I didn't even consider things like guests and their limited access as a reason for comments not being as prevalent as the could be. Honestly, it's not really a major thing if I don't get points, I was mainly just worried that the lack of comments meant that somehow I wasn't being given possible negative feedback, if that makes sense. I feel better about things now that I know more about the census of the board and I thank you for providing me the insight. Thank you for taking the time to explain it to me! 

36 minutes ago, kirababy said:

i'm enjoying this story as well, nice twist with his boss speaking with his wife...keep up the good work!

Thank you! I'm glad you're enjoying the journey! Here's a little behind the scenes secret, I had a few notes written in my "Big Secret Journal of Story Ideas" about the workplace as a setting for some humiliation and exposure and when I had written them I was clearly riding high on an idea of complete unreality because I had stuff written down like "Mommy visits Nicki at work and changes her in the break room" or "Nicki is spanked and given a corner timeout while everyone else has cake for Susan's baby shower" and my personal favorite no way this is going into the story idea, "Nicki is sucked into the baby related games at a coworker, probably Susan again, baby shower and is dressed up like a babydoll while everyone laughs and has fun at her expense".

I've tried to keep a modicum of realism in the story, not jumping too far into the diaper story tropes of stuff like "everyone in the world is totally fine with a grown man being dressed and treated like a baby in public" or "because a person is in diapers they're exempt from literally all normal adult expectations like keeping a job and dealing with the world outside", but then there's moments where I read my notes and go "Yeah, public humiliation is kind of my jam and maaaaybeeeee I'm going to stretch realism a little bit to accommodate it".

At any rate, I appreciate you letting me know your feelings about the story and I hope you continue to enjoy the show going forward!

[A New Life Story (Ch. Fourteen posted 6/29)]

I hope everyone that's still reading this story is enjoying it. I'm still very worried that the story is becoming more and more "niche" as it goes on and with that progression less and less people will be reading it. I'm still very happy with the way the story is coming to life and I'm still very much into writing it and staying true to the artistic vision that I have for it, I just, and this is going to sound very stupid and childish but, I wish more of you that read this would comment. I know that saying something can be hard, especially if you don't have something nice to say, but the only way I can get better is if people tell me my weaknesses of which I'm sure there are many.

I'm beyond grateful to those that give positive messages and tell me how much they enjoy the story, I just feel like the other side of the coin should feel comfortable being represented. Again, I'm sorry if I'm being dumb, I just feel like I'm mostly stumbling around in the dark and when people say nice things I keep going forward in the light of their comments but worry that I'm not seeing all the potential pitfalls along the way because of it. I should probably just delete this thing and just post the story, but if I listened to my nervousness and didn't do stuff I wouldn't have started writing this thing so....posting it as is...

Chapter Eight: Working Girl

 

Things after I stood up to Mommy were weird. Not bad weird, just kind of off. I expected her to redouble her efforts to punish me once the dust had settled or lay a guilt trip on me and get me to apologize and beg for a punishment to set things right, but none of that happened.

 

I was still on "Nicki punishment" and I accepted being dressed as a girl but she wasn't overly humiliating toward me and it seemed like we'd reached a ceasefire without any further incident to which I was both glad and worried. Glad because I hate the feeling of having her be mad at me, and not in the confines of a kink scenario, actually mad at me. The worry stemmed from my belief that I'd won too easily, that the other foot was going to drop and the closer Thanksgiving got the more and more likely it seemed that said foot was going to make an appearance at the family dinner to maximize the impact of its humiliating force.

 

In order to make it to Thanksgiving I had to go through work for another week before my vacation time kicked in, this was something I was dreading beyond measure mainly because I wasn't sure how she was going to send me to work. Ridiculous scenarios of cute little dresses just short enough to give a peek of my pink diaper beneath or forcing me to keep my penisfier around my neck at the office played out in my head all the rest of the weekend but come Monday she was in normal Mommy mode without any nasty surprises.

 

"Good morning, baby!" she cooed as she entered the nursery and turned on the light, walking to the crib where I knelt inside waiting for her.

 

"Mownin Mommy." I said sweetly through my binky.

 

She effortlessly swapped my binky for a bottle of orange juice and let the side of the crib down, helping me to sit and slide out onto the floor, taking her hand as she led me to the changing table and helped me onto it. "Unless you want an unpleasant day at work, I suggest you get your stinkies out before you finish that bottle." she urged after giving my bottom a testing prod and strapping the belt on the changing table around my middle so she could go start the tub to filling.

 

I grimaced slightly at the idea of having a messy diaper at work, it had only ever happened once and it was an actual accident caused by questionable quality food purchased from a truck outside the office, but it had given me all the experience I needed to know I wanted no part of it. I began to space out as I focused on my rhythmic sucking of the bottle's nipple, grunting softly and pushing out what I could before the sound of air being sucked from the bottle brought me back to reality just as she pulled the bottle from my mouth.

 

"All done?" she asked

 

I could still feel the small tickle of urine dribbling down across my messy bottom and I shook my head.

 

"Tinkle, Mommy." I said in my smallest and softest voice, a voice that I was finding myself using more and more regularly as my continued feminization marched on unimpeded.

 

Mommy shook her head and pulled the tapes on the thick overnight diaper, smiling down at my penis as she watched it shrivel up from exposure to the cool air, still leaking pathetically onto itself. "Still Mommy's little fountain." she declared to herself as she covered it with a wet wipe and went to work getting the far worse problem taken care of.

 

Satisfied with her expert cleaning work she disposed of the newly rolled up diaper in the pail by the door as she led me to the bathroom and got me into the tub.

 

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With my "girly" parts newly shaved smooth and wrapped in a fluffy pink towel we went back to the nursery to get me dressed for the day. My pink princess diaper was reinforced with extra absorbent padding, achieving the level of absorbancy a double diapering held without the ridiculous added bulk and taped snugly around my waist before Mommy left me strapped to the table as she moved to the closet.  

 

"Don't worry, I'm not going to do anything to get you in trouble at work." she told me as she looked back at me, reading the look of concern on my face as I worriedly nursed my thumb. She removed a light purple collared shirt onsie combination, something she'd found absolutely amazing when she'd discovered them and bought the entire color spectrum of them, along with a pair of black slacks and a pink tie and made her way over to me. "Don't fret, sweetie, Mommy is working on getting you some nice skirts to wear to work so you don't look like a yucky old boy!" she chirped happily.

 

I let the comment slide and moved as required to help her get me dressed and got off the table at her urging so she could smooth everything out for me.

 

"Can you be a big girl and put your socks and shoes on while Mommy get's your breakfast ready?" she asked.

 

I nodded meekly and went to the sock drawer to get some dress socks but found the drawer full of only my frilly white ankle socks. With a heavy sigh of reluctance I grabbed a pair and sat down on the crib to put them on followed by my, thankfully, normal dress shoes. Finished, I left the nursery and made my way out to the kitchen where Mommy was hard at work making a pot of oatmeal for me. I took my seat at the table and waited, wondering aloud after a moment, "Where's my phone?".

 

Mommy stirred the oatmeal and chuckled to herself. "Silly girl, babies don't need phones." she chided.

 

"But what if something happens and I need to call you? What if you need to call me?" I asked.

As she finished seasoning the contents of the pot she looked over at me with a smile. "If you need to call Mommy you can ask a grownup to do so for you." she said. "As for needing to call you, I'm not really sure why I'd have a reason to, unless I really needed to know which thumb tasted best." she added, subtly reminding me that I had placed one of my digits in my mouth again without realizing.

 

Finished with making the oatmeal she put it into a 'Hello Kitty' bowl and brought it to the table, leaving to grab my pink bib and a baby spoon before taking the seat next to me and tying the bib around my neck and beginning to spoon helpings of the mush into my mouth for me. She made a big show of delivering each spoonful to my mouth, cooing at me and talking babytalk to me, telling me what a "good girl" I was for "making all my nummy oatmeal go bye bye".

 

After making my stand two days prior I found myself getting angrier and angrier with each little humiliating jab. Every time I thought about standing up to her I found my mouth once again filled with goop until I finally resigned myself to my fate and kept quiet. With the bowl now empty and my tummy full I was handed another bottle of juice and felt cold dread well up in the pit of my stomach as Mommy fetched my wig, styled in a more adult looking ponytail rather than the infantile pigtails, and affixed it to my head the way the stylist in the mall had before being handed my messenger bag and being shuffled out to the backseat of the car.

 

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Feeling like a small child being dropped off on the first day of preschool, I had my empty bottle taken from me and was led by the hand to the front door of the building and kissed on the cheek.

 

"Be a good girl and listen to all the grownups when they tell you to do things." she told me as she fussed over the little details of my hair and outfit.

 

I feigned a smile. "Yes, Mommy." I said robotically as I turned to the entrance of the building, feeling a small nervous flutter in my stomach as I left her behind for the world outside our lives. Despite my feelings of wishing she would stop forcing me to be a girl,  I still felt a pang of clinginess where I wanted to run back to my Mommy and return home with her but I pushed that aside as I reached the elevator and waited for it to arrive after calling it with a press of the 'up' arrow button. The click of several pairs of high heels along the marble floor of the lobby caused me to shiver slightly and leak a bit of tinkle into my diaper, the sound reminding me of Mommy.

 

"Well, good morning, Nicki!" my boss's voice cheerily called out.

 

I turned and forced a smile. "Good morning, Marianne." I said as warmly as I could muster.

 

Marianne was a fairly attractive woman in her early fifties. She wasn't as tall or as buxom as Mommy but she clearly took care of her body and worked hard to keep it in shape. Her silvery hair was cut short into a bob in an effort to make her look more hip and it worked, she looked younger than her age but still mature and professional. She was a firm but fair boss that rarely let people get away with anything she didn't think was appropriate for work, and wouldn't hesitate to tell you if you were out of line. "Ms. Croft seems a little more appropriate for you, wouldn't you agree?" she corrected as she took a spot next to me in front of the elevator door.

 

I nodded sheepishly and dribbled into my diaper again. "Yes, Ms. Croft." I mumbled.

 

"I'm glad to see you here early, it will give us a chance to have a little meeting in my office before everyone else gets here." she remarked as the elevator chimed and the doors opened. She went in first and waited for me to come inside before she hit the button for the seventh floor.

 

"How was your weekend, dear?" she asked.

 

I swallowed hard as my heart began to quicken its beating. "Fine, Ms. Croft, and yours?" I asked.

 

She looked at me with a knowing smile, her eyes seeing right through my attempt at playing dress up to convince everyone I was a grownup and right to the small, weak little baby girl I found myself becoming. "I didn't know what to expect you'd be wearing today, but you look quite smart." she complimented.

 

"Thank you, Ms. Croft." I said timidly.

 

When the elevator arrived on our floor she strode out with me scurrying behind and we walked through the sea of cubicles to her office in the back corner. She unlocked the door and pushed it open, gesturing for me to go in first and once I was in she followed and closed the door behind her.

 

"Have a seat, Nicki." she commanded calmly as she set to setting her purse in one of her file cabinets and taking her coat off and hanging it up before taking her seat on the other side of the desk from where I had quickly sat.

 

"Ms. Croft I-" I started to say but was silenced by her raising her hand and shaking her head.

 

"Nicki, I want you to know that you're not in any sort of trouble and you needn't worry about keeping your job." she began. "As long as this shift in lifestyle doesn't cause you to struggle here at work and as long as you're not a disruption to your fellow employees then you can be whatever you want to be." she explained with a reassuring smile.

 

"Ms. Croft, I don't want to be anything but a good employee." I said.

 

"Secretary." she stated simply.

 

I looked at her with a furrow of my brow. "I'm sorry?" I asked, not understanding the statement.

 

"You're my secretary." she said.

 

"Personal assistant, yes." I said, trying to get away from the more feminine sounding title.

 

She smiled again, this one a little less warm and more 'did you just correct your superior?'. "Did you just correct me, young lady?" she asked as if she was aware she was a character in a diaper fetish story.

 

Dribble.

 

"No, Ms. Croft!" I exclaimed, "I mean, I did, but I-" she cut me off.

 

Rising from her seat she took a long look at me. "Do you know that I had a very long conversation with your wife, sorry, "Mommy" yesterday?" she asked, actually using air quotes when she said 'Mommy' to punctuate how ridiculous and pathetic she thought I was.

 

Dribble.

 

I shook my head. "No, Ms. Croft." I mumbled quietly as I stared down at my hands folded in my lap, desperately wishing I could be sucking my thumb right now.

 

She turned away from me and looked out the window with her arms folded in front of her. "I did and she explained to me all about what's going on with you." she said. "She told me how you wanted to be a baby girl and were having trouble letting go of the idea that you're supposed to be a grown man." she explained, turning around to me and stifling a laugh when she saw me with my thumb planted in my mouth which I quickly removed. "No, no, dear, by all means, go right ahead." she urged.

 

I lifted my thumb back to my mouth and began to nurse it feverishly, my little dribble becoming a full force release into my thirsty diaper.

 

She moved around the desk to come stand next to me, placing her hand on my shoulder. "Much like her, I want you to be happy and comfortable in your life." she said. "A happy worker is a productive worker." she added. "So, within the confines of what is legally allowed at this company, I'm enforcing the secretarial dress code for you as well." she explained. "Tomorrow I expect you to be here with a modest skirt, high heels or dress flats, and either a blouse or a shirt like what you're wearing." she dictated.

 

I felt tears well up in my eyes as I continued to helplessly suckle my thumb and wet my diaper. "Buh I dun wan-" I gurgled through my thumb a weak protest but was again cut off by her.

 

"I do believe you were told to listen to what a grownup tells you to do, am I right?" she asked.

 

I looked up at her in shock.

 

"Sweetheart, who do you think your Mommy got that rule from?" she asked sweetly. "Now," she began, pulling my thumb from my mouth and getting a tissue for me from the box on her desk, handing it to me to wipe my tears away. "you're going to leave my office and give one hundred percent effort to being a model secretary, aren't you?" she asked.

 

I nodded in resignation. "Yes, Ms. Croft." I said as I rose and shuffled to the door.

 

"Oh, and Nicki?" she called as she went back to her seat.

 

I turned. "Yes, Ms. Croft?" I asked.

 

"Don't be afraid to wear a little makeup going forward, you're a very naturally pretty young lady but something a little extra will really help you fit in with the other girls." she said warmly before shooing me out the door with a commanding wave of her hand.

 

Closing the door behind me as I stepped out into the office, seeing coworkers arriving and knowing they too knew exactly what I was I briefly contemplated running toward the window and jumping to the waiting street below, but as I made my way to my cubicle I felt a tingle of excitement as I let Ms. Croft's comment about me being a 'naturally pretty young lady' fill me with a sense of pride. "Maybe this will all be okay." I thought hopefully.

 

"Good morning, faggot." Ted's voice whispered disgustedly into my ear.

 

Maybe that window thing would still be an option.

 

To Be Continued...

[A New Life Story (Ch. Fourteen posted 6/29)]

21 hours ago, BabyJessica said:

This is about the hottest paragraph of AB/DL/sissy talk I have ever read. My god, this is perfection. Please keep going - never stop - and fast!

Can I just retire and accept this comment as the high point of my time as a writer? Because I sincerely don't think it's going to get any better than this as far as good feelings go. Thank you so much, I'm so glad I was able to write something that resonated so strongly with you! Yay!

[A New Life Story (Ch. Fourteen posted 6/29)]

I'm having a lot of fun writing this story, but I'll let you guys in on a little secret, I am STILL absolutely terrified every time I post a new chapter. The way the story is going, exactly like I want it to, I find myself wondering more and more when the things I write will be "too much". Writing something from a place of deeply ingrained sexual fantasy is as rewarding as you may expect but the constant worry that exposing my naughtiest imaginings only to have someone, rightfully so, complain that things have gone in a direction that makes them uncomfortable is very real.

I hope I never offend anyone with my writing, but if I ever do, please accept my sincerest apologies. Discovering that I wasn't a freak for wanting to wear diapers and be treated like a baby was a hugely positive thing for me and it kind of emboldened me to explore other things that interested me on a more sexual level and part of writing this is about dipping my toe in the water and seeing if anyone else is keen on swimming in the same pond, figuratively speaking, I'm not looking for a partner or anything...I'm rambling again. I hope you enjoy this thing I made.

 

Chapter Seven: Winning The Battle

 

As much as I'd love to skip over my punishment after we got home from the mall and most of Thanksgiving, doing so would leave quite a large hole in the story of my journey, and we can't have that. Also, those things, much as I hate to admit it, are really hot, so yeah, we're going to talk about after the mall.

 

Walking into the house, Mommy's demeanor changed immediately. She'd been very affectionate on the car ride home, talking to me from the front seat and pointing out silly little things we passed on the way home. As soon as the front door closed though, she dropped her purse and turned to face me, looking down at me with a scrutinizing glare. "Take off your clothes." she commanded sternly.

 

I fumbled with the clasps on my overalls for a moment and finally managed to unhook them, pulling the garment down and carefully sitting on the floor to take my shoes off, which I struggle with as well until all I had on were my diapers and frilly little socks.

 

"All of your clothes." she clarified.

 

I quickly slipped the socks off and stood waiting.

 

She crossed the distance between us and grabbed my ear, twisting it firmly between her fingers. "Do you think this is a game, or are you really just too stupid to not know that all of your clothes means these as well?" she asked smacking the seat of my diaper hard.

 

I sucked my binky fearfully as I tried to work the tapes on the diaper, my coordination failing me as I struggled not to start crying.

 

"Oh, for God's sake!" she spat exasperatedly as she released my ear and deftly ripped the tapes and let one diaper and then the other fall to the floor before kicking them aside.

 

I tried to cover myself only to have my hands slapped away.

 

"No! You will stand there with your silly little clitty in full view." she declared. "Stay right there and don't move." she said icily before striding out of the room.

 

In the time she was gone my mind raced trying to come up with what she might have planned for me, whether it would hurt, if I'd be allowed to have an orgasm, you know, the important questions. My thoughts derailed as she entered the room with a cardboard box under one arm and a box containing a wooden baby pen, the kind that stretches outward to corral the little ones. Basically the thing they put the babies in on Rugrats, if you're familiar, which I know you are.

 

She set the cardboard box down and went to work setting up the corral and once she had it how she wanted it she took the lid off the cardboard box and pulled out stacks of papers. "Do you know what these are?" she asked me, holding up the papers.

 

I shook my head and continued to suck my pacifier until she walked over and yanked it from my mouth, throwing it onto the couch.

 

"These are all the papers and legal documents that claim that you're a man named Nicholas, that say you're married to me, that say you can drive a car, that say you graduated from high school and college." she explained as she thumbed through the papers. "This one says you own a house, this one says you own a car, you get the idea. The sum total of your life as a grownup man is collected in a box on a bunch of papers." she said as she walked back over to the corral and began dropping the papers into it, moving them around until the entire area inside the corral was covered. "Get in." she ordered.

 

I moved slowly to the pen and stepped over the side and stood stock still in the center.

 

"On all fours." she commanded.

 

I lowered myself onto my hands and knees and looked up at her, knowing not to speak but wanting to throw myself on the mercy of the court and beg her for forgiveness.

 

"You will stay in that pen until you have destroyed all evidence of your supposed manhood with your babyish peepee's and poopoo's leaving no doubt in anyone's mind that you are nothing but a little infant girl completely dependent on her Mommy to care for her and raise her to be a respectful young lady that doesn't throw things at her Mommy in the mall and dirty her pretty clothes by having a tantrum over a silly thing like a poopy diaper." she explained as she held my chin in her hand while she knelt down at the side of the pen.

 

I looked down at the papers under my hands, and back up at her, my eyes pleading with her not to make me do this.

 

"Mommy will bring you some lunch to help fill up your tummy." she chirped happily before leaving for the kitchen.

 

Left in the pen surrounded by reminders of what I was supposed to be was too much for me to deal with after everything that had happened at the mall, even though I was blissfully unaware of the most embarrassing parts and I started to cry. When I say cry, I don't mean a few tears started to roll down my cheeks or I got choked up and barely managed to contain a sob, I mean I started to cry like the baby I was spiraling out of control toward becoming. I curled up into a little ball in the middle of the pen and wept without any attempt to control it.

 

Returning with a bowl full of babyfood, Mommy looked down at me and sighed. "Tears aren't going to get you out of this, young lady." she said as she set the bowl down and stepped into the pen, reaching kneeling down and grabbing my ear again, leading me back to my hands and knees to crawl to the bowl before she pushed my head down toward it. "I know you're not a dog, but Mommy doesn't want to get her pretty clothes dirty feeding her messy little girl." she explained as she stepped back out of the pen and stood with her arms folded across her chest. "Eat." she commanded sharply.

 

Still blubbering, I stuck my face in the bowl and slurped up the babyfood, my face covered in the sticky, tan colored mush. It was meant to be chicken of some sort, but all I could taste was the unappealing color choice and my own shame.

 

Mommy left the room again and returned a moment later with my paddle. It had hearts cut into it's pink painted wooden surface and a comfortable leather grip for Mommy to make sure she could use it as much as she needed to without hurting her hand. "You keep eating while Mommy gives you your twenty smacks for misbehaving at the mall." she said before she brought the paddle down hard on my raised buttocks, bringing fresh tears and sobs to me and causing me to spit out babyfood all over our marriage certificate.

 

Each subsequent blow brought me lower and lower until a steady stream of tinkle began to flow from me onto the paperwork for the house.

 

"Good girl, you're on your way!" she praised as she finished doling out her remaining swats.

 

At the end of the paddling the floor was covered in babyfood, tears and a small puddle of tinkle and I was a complete emotional wreck. "Please, Mommy, I promise I'll be a good girl." I begged.

 

Mommy shook her head. "I can't trust you." she told me. "I'm not convinced that you won't be putting up a fight come Thanksgiving, trying to convince me that you're a man still." she explained.

 

I shook my head vehemently, babyfood splattering across the papers. "I promise I won't!" I cried out.

 

She left the room again and returned with a single piece of paper and a pink crayon a moment or so later, setting the paper on the floor just outside the pen and holding out the crayon for me to take. "If you want out of this then Mommy wants you to write 'I am no longer Nicholas Marks, from this day forward I wish to be Nicki Marks. Veronica Marks will no longer be considered my wife and will instead be my Mommy and I her daughter. I agree to be treated as a little girl and a baby girl respectively to whatever she wants me to be at any given time.' in this pretty pink crayon." she told me.

 

New tears began to form in my eyes. "I don't want that though, I want to be your husband and a man after my punishment is over." I told her.

 

She shrugged and pulled the crayon back and picked up the paper. "Then you have a long and messy time ahead of you, little girl." she told me as she stood back up. "I'm going to lay down for a little while." she said. "If I find out you got out of that pen for any reason I'll make sure you won't be able to sit down for a week." she added and left the room.

 

I lay back down, moving away from the shameful puddle I'd made first, and cried some more. I felt powerless and hopeless and pathetic but I still hadn't used the safe word. I couldn't figure out why, I mean, I was staring down the barrel of a gun loaded with the knowledge that my wife's "out" for me was signing away not only my adulthood and my manhood, but also signing away any chance of getting it back. Something snapped in me with that realization and all my self pity and weakness turned into rage and resolve and I rose from the floor and marched back to the bedroom, ripping the covers off of my wife, revealing her naked form before I straddled her legs and started smacking her bare ass with everything I had. "How do you like being spanked like a naughty little girl!?" I screamed angrily.

 

She squirmed and easily bucked me off of her after only a few smacks and in a flash she'd moved to me and had pinned me to the bed as she held my arms down with her shins. "Well, maybe your little balls aren't as useless as I thought!" she said with a surprised smile. "Tell me though, what exactly was your plan? Spank me and then what?" she asked.

 

I thrashed futilely beneath her. "I was gonna make you cry like a little girl and then beg me not to diaper you." I spat.

 

She laughed hysterically at that. "Aww, that's so precious!" she cooed, brushing the hair of my wig out of my face. "You actually thought that you could do anything to me that would make me beg?" she asked.

 

"Let me up and I'll show you just what I can do." I threatened.

 

She raised her eyebrows at that. "Okay." she said. "I'll let you up and let you try anything you want to try to get me to cry like you and beg but if you can't after," she looked at the bedside clock, "ten minutes then you have to agree to write what I told you to write and give up this silly charade of trying to be something you aren't." she explained.

 

I thought for a second, "What do I get if I win?" I asked.

 

She smirked and thought for a moment. "I'll commute your sentence and let you be a big girl at Thanksgiving instead of a baby." she offered.

 

I shook my head. "Husband." I clarified. "I'll be your husband," I told her.

 

"You have no bargaining chip, I have the high ground." she said, sticking her crotch in my face and rubbing it up and down on my cheek. "Big girl or forget the whole thing." she offered.

 

I thought for a second and nodded, "Fine, now get off me, bitch." I hissed through clenched teeth.

 

She hid her smile as she climbed off me and got on her hands and knees on the bed, sticking her naked ass in the air and wiggling it playfully. "Do your worst, sweetie." she cooed condescendingly.

 

I was on her in a flash, rearing back and landing blows as hard as I could, my hand stinging and burning after only five smacks. I switched sides and tried the other hand and found similar results. Looking at the clock I and panicking I suddenly came up with an idea I was sure would work. If pain wasn't the answer then pleasure and degradation were my next option. I positioned myself behind her and pressed the head of my penis to the tight little hole between her slightly flushed backside cheeks.

 

"Oh noes, is hers gonna rub her clitty on Mommy's bottom?" she asked mockingly as she looked back at me.

 

I growled in anger and thrust myself into her, well, against her, it just impacted on the surface.

 

"Are you about done?" she asked in a bored tone. "I'd like to get back to my nap, I was just getting ready to have sex with a real man-" she started to say.

 

I reached up and grabbed her hair, pulling her down roughly so she lay on the bed on her back and then straddled her the same way she had me, sticking my penis in her face.

 

"Do I have bad breath?" she asked. "Oh wait, that's not a Tic-Tac!" she said with mock surprise before laughing hard at her own joke.

 

I looked at the clock, two minutes left, it was time for a big move. I turned around and rested my backside over her face. "Beg or so help me I'll shit all over you just like you've been doing to me!" I shouted, looking behind me to find her wide eyed and shaking her head.

 

"Okay, you win, please don't do that, it's disgusting." she said.

 

I farted in her face. "Not good enough!" I yelled, making exaggerated grunting noises for effect.

She actually screamed and struggle to wriggle out from under me. "Please, I'm begging you don't do that to me!" she pleaded.

 

I looked back again. "Do I win?" I asked.

 

She nodded. "You win." she said in a defeated tone.

 

I climbed off her and got off the bed. "Good. I'm going to take a shower now." I told her as I left the room. "I want that mess in the living room cleaned up before I get out!" I called from the hallway.

 

If I'd stayed longer and not been so quick to gloat I would have seen her face change from fuming anger to satisfied smile as she picked up her phone and called someone.

 

"Hey, mom." she said happily. "No, she's in the shower right now, she thinks she actually won something." she said. "No, I pushed her harder than I've ever pushed her and she finally pushed back but she's right where we talked about her being for Thanksgiving." she explained. "That's right!" she said happily. "Okay, I just wanted to give you the good news, I'll tell you more later." she said before hanging up the phone. Realizing she'd been gently rubbing her sex as she talked, she licked her fingers and wiped them on her thigh before getting some clothes on and heading to the living room to clean up the mess I'd made.

 

To Be Continued....

[A New Life Story (Ch. Fourteen posted 6/29)]

Thank you all so much for your kind words and expressions of like for my story, it makes me very happy knowing that something I've created it being enjoyed! I'm posting this to ask a question of you lovelies, I have another chapter finished and ready to post, but I'll be heading back to work tomorrow and won't be off again until Wednesday, so my question is would you rather have another new chapter now or wait until closer to when I can write more to post it.

I'm sorry for being indecisive and needy for feedback, but I want to make sure I do right by you all and keep things going at a steady pace. Thank you in advance to anyone that responds.

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Chapter Six: Stage Seven

 

The regressive fog in my brain started to clear as we made our way to the fabric store to meet Nana and as I waddled behind Mommy the part of me that had been out to lunch got a quick rundown of the events that had transpired from the part of me that had been blissfully subdued as everything fell apart in my life.

 

"Mommy?" I asked timidly through my pacifier.

 

Our progress halted and she turned to face me. "Welcome back, baby." she cooed, noticing the return of my faculties from my tone, now void of the silly little girl voice I'd been slipping into so easily and the one I'd been using exclusively since my tantrum. She plucked the pacifier from my mouth and dropped it into the baby bag before leading me to a nearby bench and sitting me down before she joined me. "We need to talk." she said somberly.

 

I nodded. "I-" I started to say but she cut me off by pressing her index finger to my lips.

 

"What I meant was I need to talk to you and you need to listen to me." she clarified, waiting for me to argue before continuing. "Now, you made a complete fool of yourself earlier, throwing a tantrum like a spoiled little brat. You threw your binky at me and messed up your pretty dress, and worst of all, you embarrassed me and hurt my feelings." she told me, acting like she was fighting back the urge to cry.

 

"Honey, I-" I again started to respond but was silenced with a sharp swat to my cheek.

 

She glared at me angrily. "Don't you dare 'honey' me!" she snapped. "You may think that this is still a marriage, an equal partnership where we each have a say in what happens, but that ship sailed as soon as you decided to throw your little tantrum." she said sternly.

 

"Because I don't want to be a little girl!" I shouted, people milling about the area stopping and taking notice of us.

 

She chuckled. "Really?" she asked. "If that's true then why haven't you used the safe word?" the follow-up question came.

 

I wracked my brain for an answer, any answer but found none and instead sat dumbly silent.

 

"I think you threw your little tantrum because you were scared that being a little girl felt so good and right and the best response your silly little baby brain could come up with was to act up like a naughty toddler." she explained. "I think you very much want to be a little girl." she said caressing my cheek gently where she'd slapped it. "I think you want to wear little dresses and suck cocks and have Mommy treat you like a pretty little baby doll." she said.

 

I shook my head vehemently. "No! I want to go back to the way things were, I want to be your baby boy and your husband!" I told her, my emotions getting the best of me as the tears began to fall from my eyes.

 

She pulled me to her, resting my head on her ample chest as she gently rubbed my back. "Then why didn't you say the safe word?" she asked calmly. "If all of that was true then you know all you need to do is say the safe word and everything stops, right?" she asked.

 

I sniffled and nodded.

 

"Well, since you know that and you didn't say the word then the only answer left is that I'm right, right?" she asked.

 

I knew the answer but couldn't say the words.

 

She sat me up and looked me in the eyes, her loving and understanding eyes, dark chocolate pools of warmth. "All you have to do is relax." she said. "Mommy knows how to take care of you whether you're a boy or a girl or a grown man." she told me reassuringly. "Just let Mommy take care of her baby girl." she added removing the pacifier from her purse and holding it in front of her.

 

As I sat there looking from her loving and supportive face to the pacifier and finally down to the pink overalls with the snaps on the crotch and the large bulk around the crotch I struggled to come up with a reason, any reason, not to acquiesce to her bidding.

 

Her phone chirped in her purse and she retrieved it and smiled as she looked at the screen. "If it helps make your decision any easier, I've been getting lots of responses to your photos." she told me

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"What photos?" I asked, my heart beginning to beat rapidly with the fear that something very bad was about to be revealed to me, I was not disappointed.

 

She turned her phone around and held it up to my face, showing me standing in the family changing room in my adorable pink corduroy overalls, snaps clearly visible between the legs, an obvious diaper bulge beneath them, a pink pacifier between my lips and a pretty pigtailed wig on my head, the caption underneath the photo reading 'My name is Nicki and Mommy thinks I'm very photogenic. What do you think?". That was the first thing I saw, then came the sight of the hundred or so comments beneath the photo, the first of which was from my boss of all people.

 

"Why?" I asked her, a deep sorrow building within me at the realization that my life had been utterly destroyed without my knowledge.

 

"Honestly?" she asked. "You need this." she said simply. "You've been working so hard for so long that you're completely disconnected from who you are." she explained.

 

Tears were starting to roll down my cheeks. "I know who I am! I'm your husband! I'm an adult man!" I screamed petulantly.

 

She put a hand on my thigh and shook her head. "No, sweetie, that's what you pretend to be to fit in in the big bad world." she said. "The thing is, we know now that you can be out in the world dressed as an adorable little girl, safe and secure in your diapers and Mommy will be there to take care of you and no one else will care and if they do so what? " she asked. "You're not hurting anyone, unless they smell your diaper." she added with a playful squeeze on my thigh.

 

I hated to admit how much sense she was making and I hated that she knew I was going to agree with her and accept my role as whatever she wanted me to be but in that moment I couldn't help but feel relief wash over me that all my worst fears had come to a sum total of next to nothing.

 

"For what it's worth, most of the responses from people you work with are either supportive or confused." she said scrolling through the messages on her phone. "Oh, there's a not so nice one. Who's Ted?" she asked.

 

I snapped out of my internal thoughts. "He's a jerk." I said simply.

 

"Seems like he's lashing out at you because he's either jealous or attracted to you." she commented absently as she continued to scroll through the messages. "Yeah, he's the only one that was rude out of over two hundred comments." she said with a smile.

 

I was genuinely surprised to hear that. "What did my boss say?" I asked, my mouth suddenly very dry.

 

She scanned the screen. "Marianne?" she asked.

 

I nodded.

 

"She says 'Too bad we have a dress code at work, maybe casual Friday needs to become a thing we institute!" she read. "Also she put a smiley face and thumbs up." she added.

 

"Nobody thinks I'm a freak?" I asked.

 

She hesitated. "No one but Ted was rude or mean." she replied. "A fair number of people said 'WTF', but where I come from we read that as 'Way Too Fun'." she added with a warm smile and another squeeze to my thigh.

 

I nodded numbly and forced a smile. "So I still have a job?" I asked.

 

"If you want it, I don't see anything right now that says otherwise." she said.

 

I looked up at her. "If I want it?" I asked.

 

"There's no law saying you have to keep working there, or at all if you don't want to." she told me. "I do the finances for us and even if we only have my income, I make more than enough for us to be perfectly fine if you want to take a sabbatical for a while." she explained.

 

I could feel myself peeing as the gears turned in my head. "Can I be a boy again?" I asked.

She smiled and kissed my cheek. "After your punishment time is up if you want to go back to being a boy then you totally can." she said softly.

 

I breathed a heavy sigh of relief and turned to face her, leaning forward and wrapping my lips around the offered head of the penis pacifier. "Otay Mommy." I said in my soft little girl voice.

She hugged me tight and put the ribbon connected to the pacifier ring over my head before standing up and holding out her hand for me to take. "Good girl, now let's go find Nana." she said with a loving smile.

 

I stood up and took her hand feeling lighter and more at ease than I had in a while. Knowing that no matter what happened I would be loved and accepted by this woman that was so amazing to take care of me and asking nothing in return from me. "Nana!" I squealed happily as I toddled behind her.

 

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The large fabric store loomed into view and we made our way through the automatic doors as Mommy pulled her phone out and called Nana. "Where are you?" she asked. "No, we had to have a little discussion but we've gotten everything all sorted out." she replied. "Okay, we'll be there soon." she said after a brief pause.

 

Hanging up her phone and putting it back in her purse she led the way to the back left side of the store, an aisle full of soft pastel colored bolts of cloth suitable for footed pajamas or possibly a baby blanket.

 

Nana had a cart full of various bolts of cloth and other assorted items. "Oh good, you're here!" she chirped happily. "I was wondering if we were doing things for our little boy as well or if this trip was just for the young lady." she said to Mommy.

 

Mommy looked to me and gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. "What do you think?" she asked.

 

I felt my face get hot as I sucked nervously on my binky and reached out to touch a bolt of glittery purple tulle and then a satiny bubblegum one. "Pitty." I cooed happily.

 

Mommy and Nana exchanged pleased smiles at my response. "Well, it seems like little miss Nicki is going to be staying for a while." Mommy said as she leaned forward and kissed the top of my head.

 

Nana clapped her hands together gleefully. "I was hoping that would be the case." she confessed and she and Mommy set to discussing various new outfits for me while I moved up and down the aisle touching all the various materials.

 

"Nicki, stay where Mommy can see you, sweetie." Mommy said with a cursory glance in my direction.

 

I continued to toddle down the long aisle, my fingers dancing across the bolts lining the side I was on. Each different texture brought a new feeling of joy and calm to me and I began imagining all the pretty little outfits Nana was going to make for me. I had a pang of remorse for my dress that I'd gotten dirty during my earlier outburst, and hoped that Mommy would be able to get it clean and absently wondered if I should apologize again for being naughty. Reaching the end of the aisle I crossed to the other side and ran my hands across this row of fabrics as I made my way back to Mommy and Nana.

 

"I think that will work out very well later, but we're not there yet." Mommy said to Nana as I got nearer to them.

 

Nana nodded. "I figured it would be something you'd want for her, but not until after the holidays when things have gotten more stable." she said.

 

Mommy watched me toddle past and smiled before resuming the conversation. "I think we can probably have her ready for it pretty much right after Thanksgiving as long as she goes down the path I think she will." she said. "Even if she doesn't at that point, I can't imagine she'll fight too hard once I start working on her." she added.

 

Nana smiled. "I don't think she'll give you any trouble, just look at what one afternoon has accomplished." she said.

 

"It's been a big day, that's for sure, but she still has a punishment to look forward to when we get home and before too long she'll have another big step to take." Mommy mused. "And then she'll learn how much easier it is to crawl." she added with a small chuckle that Nana joined in on.

 

"I absolutely cannot wait for this all to be over and have a darling little grandbaby to dote on all the time." she said happily.

 

Mommy nodded and hugged Nana. "I feel the same way about having a daughter." she whispered and the two laughed again. "Come on, sweetie, Mommy needs to get you home and down for a nap." she called out to me, bringing me toddling back. "Say bye bye to Nana." she said.

 

I hugged Nana tightly and looked up at her. "Ba ba, Nana. Duv oo!" I gurgled happily with an enthusiastic wave of my hand as I again took Mommy's hand.

 

"Goodbye, baby girl!" Nana cooed as she hugged me back and kissed the top of my head.

 

Mommy led the way out of the aisle with me in tow. "I'll call you once she's down for her nap and we can go over the little details of everything." she said.

 

"Sounds good, love you both!" Nana called out as she resumed her shopping.

 

To Be Continued....

[A New Life Story (Ch. Fourteen posted 6/29)]

23 minutes ago, ELLIE52 said:

Oh, I almost forgot.  If you go to the Leaderboard, Past Leaders, you will see yourself in a couple of spots.

How?! What?! Why?! OMG! That's so cool!

[A New Life Story (Ch. Fourteen posted 6/29)]

8 minutes ago, ELLIE52 said:

RambleLamb,

You said you weren't a Sissy, so are you a femme domme?  Seeing hints of it here......

Lol, no! I'm an enjoyer of things, many different things but something I've discovered that I greatly enjoy is the concept of a man being gradually reduced in status to the role of a baby girl and imagining his feelings and emotions as everything he'd built up in his life is stripped away until he's just a happy little girl.

Rest assured, I am in no way a domme of anything except maybe a stuffie now and again. I've had this ever evolving fantasy in my head for years now and I revisit it constantly to..."satisfy my curiosities" when I'm alone in bed, and it's gotten so prevalent in my imagination that I finally decided to write it out in the hopes that I can go back to the normal stuff like I'M the baby and someone is showering me with love and attention and humiliation.

TL;DR: I'm a kinky little weirdo and this story is an exercise in getting my twisted little fantasies out of my brain.  

[A New Life Story (Ch. Fourteen posted 6/29)]

Thank you all so much for letting me know you're enjoying the story, I hope I can continue to deliver something you like reading. I tried to keep things relatively tame in this chapter, as I'll continue to do in future chapters and not describe in graphic detail things that may make some people uncomfortable, one part in particular in this chapter I feel I handled well given what was actually happening. If anyone is ever offended by anything contained in this story I will gladly make changes, but my hope is that I can tell the story and include the elements I want to include without pushing the boundaries of what people are looking for, if that makes sense. Anyway, thank you for your continued reading and I hope you enjoy!

 

Chapter Five: A Fine Mess

 

The first time I'd ever messed a diaper in my adult life was when Mommy came to visit me. I'd always been curious about what it felt like and had been turned on by the idea of it, looking at lots of pictures of girls doing it and reading lots of stories online where girls did it, but I'd always been afraid of doing something so completely infantile, afraid that doing something like that would somehow revoke my adulthood forever.

 

Once she had me diapered that first time she had me get down on the floor on my stomach and presented me with a coloring book and crayons she'd brought in her luggage and told me to color her a pretty picture while she took care of some work things on the phone. As soon as the door closed a switch flipped in my brain, taking me from my adult thoughts and insecurities to a mindset void of inhibitions, I was a baby and I had a Mommy and she was there with me in person, ready to indulge in all my most secret fantasy scenarios.

 

The pee came first as was to be expected, there's something about putting a diaper on that brings this sudden urge to wet to the forefront, as if the mere wearing of a little bit of padding overrides the decades of toilet training I had under my belt. As my diaper swelled with the hot liquid I spied my pacifier on the desk across the room and got on all fours and began to crawl to it. Finding the motion counterproductive to wetting myself, I stopped mid crawl and finished up, and then a wicked notion popped into my head.

 

At the time I rationalized that one of two things would happen, Mommy would come back in and smell that I had messed my diaper and leave as fast as she could because poop is gross and no way, or she would perform her caregiver duties with the love and kindness she'd exhibited over our online courtship and I would know that I was hers forever and no matter what.

 

As these thoughts were going through my mind I realized I was already grunting and pushing so I positioned myself in a squat to help the process out and stared longingly at my pacifier as I felt what was leaving me press against the inside of my diaper. For a moment I got scared that I'd made a terrible mistake, judging the size of my mess to be titanic with its quickness in hitting a barrier, but the fear passed as progress resumed and as quickly as I'd begun I was finished.

 

Now, this is where things get hard to actually put into words, so I hope you're able to understand what I'm trying to explain. The moment when the awareness of the fact that I had committed the ultimate act of a baby hit me it triggered a sea of emotions to cascade over me and fly through my mind at an almost imperceivable rate. To start, I felt smaller than I'd ever felt before, not just chronologically, but physically. Everything around me seemed bigger like the sum of what was in my diaper amounted to most of my original body mass. After that came the realization that I was a baby in every sense of the word, my whole personal identity shifted in my mind to that of an infant boy completely dependent on his Mommy and his diapers. Bliss came after that, triggering a little tent in the front of my diaper as chemicals in my brain told me this was a good thing that I'd done. Total loss of coordination came after that, causing me to tip back from my squat onto my bottom, further driving the point home that I'd definitely messed my diaper. That was immediately followed by a deep yearning for the warm embrace of Mommy, it wasn't just that I wanted her to hold me, I physically needed her to, I needed her to rock me in her arms and envelop me in her protective radiance and make the icky squishiness in my diaper go away. I didn't even realize I was crying until she burst into the room, phone still to her ear, with a look of complete panic on her face as she hurriedly crossed the room and knelt in front of me. In my completely regressed state I babbled incoherently to her using words common for someone far below my actual age and she just smiled at me with what I realize now was a kind of motherly pride and stood back up.

 

"No, everything's fine, he just made a little present in his diaper for his Mommy." she said into the phone, looking down at me and blowing me a kiss as she walked to the desk and retrieved my pacifier before returning to her kneeling position in front of me and holding the silicon teat to my lips and sliding it in as my mouth opened automatically. "I'll call you later, I think it's important for his development to show him that he did good and reward him for being a good baby for Mommy." she said into the phone, nodding as the person on the other end spoke and then finishing with "Love you too, I'll call after he's down for a nap." and then she turned off her phone and turned to me and smiled, crossing the room and taking a position on the bed, patting it gently as a command for me to join her.

 

So, the total infantile regression thing I was experiencing was still in full effect, but adult me was still in there, just not in the driver's seat if you catch my drift. I was aware of everything but my body was just doing its own thing. I crawled onto the bed as she wanted, let her position me on her lap as she wanted, laid docile as she gently rocked me and patted my squishy bottom as she wanted and nursed on her offered breast as she wanted but I can't honestly tell you that I made any conscious decisions to do any of these things, I simply knew that, as a baby, I was to do as Mommy wanted and I did from that moment on until the end.

 

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I told you that story to tell you this story.

 

It begins with me in the mall with Mommy. We're facing each other like two gunslingers in a Western film. I'm dressed like a little girl and wearing a pigtailed wig with a newly messed diaper beneath my tights. My eyes are welling up with tears, and I'm yanking my penis shaped pacifier from my mouth and hurling it as hard as I can at my tormentor. As it sails past her, missing her by nothing short of a country mile, I scream at the top of my lungs "No baby, big girl!" which I emphasize by throwing myself to the floor, pounding my fists on the linoleum and kicking my legs furiously at the same time. Honestly, take literally any portrayal of a child throwing a temper tantrum in film or television and you will see exactly what I was doing.

 

Mommy said nothing. Mommy did nothing. Mommy stood watching me for a moment and then walked back the way we'd come, walking past me without acknowledgment as she went to rejoin Nana at the food court.

 

I continued my wailing and bawling until I finally looked up and didn't see her standing there in front of me anymore. A cold knot formed in the pit of my stomach and I stopped my raging and slowly moved to a kneeling position, the backs of my Maryjanes pushing against the mess in my diaper and eliciting a pleased little wiggle of my bottom and an alarmingly girly giggle squeaking out the small gaps around my thumb which was now firmly planted between my wet lips. Drool was seeping out those same gaps and onto the front of my dress, some spraying to the floor as I whipped my head around looking for Mommy. My thumb sucking kept me calm despite the abject terror of not having Mommy to take care of me, my previous rebellion and anger with her now completely forgotten as I struggled on wobbly legs to stand up to look for her.

 

"Mommy!" I called out, well meekly mumbled from behind my vigorous thumb sucking. My gait was one of a pronounced waddle and unbeknownst to me, my dress had become stuck in the top of my tights at some point either during or after my meltdown and now my tight encased diaper was clearly visible to anyone walking behind me. The smell of my own mess dissipated as the smell of food filled the air and an empty gurgle in my tummy erased my original goals from my mind and made getting nummy's my prime directive as I toddled awkwardly into the midday crowded food court.

 

"Nicki!" Mommy's voice called out from somewhere ahead of me, it's tone almost playful, like she was playing a game of hide and seek with me and wanted me to know I'd been discovered.

 

I looked and looked as hard as I could, but all I could see was faceless grownups towering above me. I scrunched up my nose and reached back behind me, pulling at the seat of my diaper to try and get the yucky, sticky mess off my backside, all I managed to do was snap my tights against the plastic shell futilely, and I got frustrated and started to cry again, blubbering to everyone around me about needing Mommy and being a stinky baby, and then she was there in front of me, her face the very embodiment of a cat that had eaten the canary in its almost smug satisfaction.

 

"There you are, you silly little girl!" she chided playfully as she extended her hand for me to take it.

 

Sealing my fate with a girlish squeal of delight and a spurt of tinkle in my already sodden diaper, I took her hand and toddled happily behind her to Nana and our table. She guided me to one of the open seats and I plopped down unceremoniously before Mommy pulled out my baby bag and removed a baby pink bib trimmed with little white lace ruffles, "Mommy's Baby Girl" stitched along the face in white satin like material which she tied around my neck, leaning in to kiss my cheek as she did so.

 

"I know you're not all there right now, but if any adult part of you can understand me, know that what's going to happen to you in this food court will be paradise compared to what I'm going to do to you when we get home." she whispered into my ear in a calm and even tone.

 

As she pulled away once the bib was secured she smiled at me warmly and retrieved an empty baby bottle from the bag, rising from her seat with it in her hand. "I'll be right back, mom, can you watch her and make sure she behaves?" she asked.

 

Nana simply nodded and slid her chair over closer to me and began to make silly sounds at me, causing me to giggle happily and wiggle my bottom, drooling a bit onto my bib as I clapped my hands in excitement.

 

A short time later Mommy returned with the bottle and sat down before placing the nipple into my mouth and guiding my hands to take hold of it. The bottle was warm to the touch and as I began to suck and the yellow liquid within filled my mouth I scrunched up my face slightly at the almost bitter taste, a part of me, not in control at the time, knowing exactly what I was drinking, but was powerless to stop doing so. The whole time I nursed the bottle she watched me with that same smile on her face, the one that told me in no uncertain terms that she was in control, that no matter how humiliated I was feeling she could always make it worse if she wanted to, but at the same time her eyes were filled with fondness and pride, like she was taking in the sight of something she'd created taking form and experiencing life. Her eyes told me that she loved me even if her smile told me she was content with watching me drink her water in front of a mall full of people as the stench of my messy diaper filled the immediate area.

 

At some point before I'd joined them they had ordered food, and as I swallowed down the last of my bottle the food arrived at the table. The probably college aged man looked at me and quickly looked away, stifling a laugh as he set the ordered food down on the table in front of Mommy and Nana. "You ladies have a good day." he said with a smile before scurrying off back to his station.

 

Mommy pulled the now empty bottle from my mouth with a pop to stop me from continuing to suck air and then leaned me forward, positioning me with my head over her right shoulder, holding me close to her before she began to pat my back firmly causing me to belch loudly. As she helped me back to my seat she wiped my face with the bib and brushed an errant strand of hair from my forehead before reaching into my baby bag once again to pull out a new penis shaped pacifier to replace the one I'd thrown earlier and put it between my waiting lips. "You sit and be quiet while the grownups eat." she commanded simply.

 

The object bobbed rhythmically in my mouth as I looked around the food court. Most every face I saw was looking right at us, some carrying on private conversations and others quite audibly commenting on the sight of the events at our table. Some small part of me was aware that I was on display, that people were watching me be humiliated but all I cared about was the yucky feeling in my diaper and the rumble in my tummy as I watched Mommy and Nana eat their lunch. "Hungee." I murmured absently.

 

Mommy reached into the baby bag and pulled out a small plastic baggy of dry cereal and opened it for me, setting it on the table in front of me. "Here you go baby." she said, returning to her own meal, turning back a second later and pulling my pacifier from my mouth and dropping it back into the bag.

 

Grabbing a handful of the puffed wheat circles and stuffing them into my mouth greedily, my head tilting back slightly, several cereal bits falling onto my bib and into the sort of bowl my dress created as I sat.

 

As lunch began to wind down and Mommy and Nana finished their meals Mommy began cleaning up the table, picking up errant cereal bits and cleaning my hands and face with a wet wipe before helping me to my feet. "I'm going to change her real quick and then we can go to the fabric store." she told Nana.

 

"I'll meet you there." Nana said as she rose from the table and grabbed her purse and the trash and went to throw things away before leaving for the fabric store.

 

Mommy put my pacifier back into my mouth and secured it around my neck with a ribbon and removed my bib at the same time before taking my hand and leading me to a family bathroom nearby, knocking on the door and opening it tentatively after waiting a moment for a response. She laid a changing mat on the large table connected to the wall and helped me up onto it, shaking her head as she looked at me sitting in front of her. "You got your pretty dress all filthy, Nicki." she chided as she removed my sweater and then unzipped my dress, helping me out of it.

Laying me back onto the table I watched her take off my shoes and set them aside and then lifted my bottom at her urging to allow her to slide my tights down and off leaving me naked save for my well used diaper.

 

"Look at you." she said to me with something close to disgust in her voice. "What kind of man are you?" she asked rhetorically.

 

I stared up at her blankly, pacifier working in my mouth. I didn't understand what she was saying but her tone wasn't happy and it made me uncomfortable.

 

She put her open palm on the front of my diaper and ran it slowly across the surface, shaking her head. "Not even a little hard." she commented with a mocking pout. "Is someone too little to have a hard clitty for Mommy?" she cooed before untaping my diaper and opening it up.

As the cool air hit my diminutive member a dribble of pee escaped me, cascading down over my testicles and onto the diaper.

 

"Pathetic." Mommy noted as she began her work of cleaning me up, taking care of the bulk of the mess first and then spending the majority of her time cleaning all the little nooks and crannies of my most intimate areas. "Maybe Mommy will just lock that little thing up in a chastity cage and let it wither away until it's a proper little clitty." she mused as she gently twisted her wipe encased finger inside my sissy hole causing me to moan into my pacifier. "Oh no, you're definitely not getting to make cummies, baby girl." she declared as she pulled out of me and went about getting two new diapers out of the bag, laying one out and running a modified leather punch over its plastic surface to punch hundreds of tiny holes in it to allow liquid to pass through it and into the second diaper I'd be wearing over it.

 

Free of mess and wetness she slipped both diapers under me and powdered me amply before taping one up and then the other, spreading my legs wide with the pillowy thickness. She folded my dress up and pulled a change of clothes from the baby bag before placing my dress and tights in the bag and zipping it closed. She put little ruffled socks on my feet and sat me up before a pastel purple t-shirt was pulled over my head and my hair was fixed up and then she had me step into the pink corduroy overalls that she'd had Nana make in secret a few months prior. The overalls were made with multiple diapers being worn in mind and fit quite well over the bulk but still fit tight enough to leave no doubt what the bulge in my pants was.

 

Kneeling down and buttoning the snaps leading up the inside of the legs to the crotch, Mommy chuckled to herself and looked up at me, still sucking away on my pacifier, she grabbed my shoes and put them on me one at a time and then moved to the sink to wash and dry her hands and then pulled out her phone and snapped a few pictures of me, actually getting me to look at her and smile for them. "Mommy took the liberty of putting all the contacts in your phone onto hers since silly baby girls don't need phones," she began as she tapped away on the screen intently, "and now, Mommy can share pictures of her beautiful little girl with everyone all at once." she said happily as the phone made a whooshing sound effect to indicate a message had been sent.

 

As she took my hand and led me from the changing room, my awkward gait and attire leaving no one in the dark about my infantilized situation, the phone began to ding and chirp and beep in a cacophony of alerts that signaled the end of my life as it had been before today, ushering in the next phase of my journey into becoming Nicki forever.

 

To Be Continued...

[A New Life Story (Ch. Fourteen posted 6/29)]

6 minutes ago, BabyJessica said:

That totally makes sense. And as a sissy, I appreciate the sensitivity. That said, part of being a sissy is listening to what others say - little girly sissies are meant to look cute and pretty, not to talk back - so you won’t hear pushback from me about anything. You may hear some whining if there aren’t more updates soon, though. Little girls aren’t known to be patient

I completely understand that last part, believe me, if I could not have to work all dang day and just write write write I would be very happy. Good news is that new chapter(s?) will be here this weekend but until then...*throws glitter bomb and disappears* 

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2 hours ago, BabyJessica said:

@RambleLamb thank you for this wonderful story. The last chapter with the stinky diaper in the food court, full on toddler style, had me wishing I was in Nicki’s little maryjanes more than any other story I have read in some time. Can’t wait for more!!

I'm so glad to hear that you're enjoying it!

I myself am not a Sissy, so writing a story that has forced feminization and things in that vein has been challenging simply because I want it to be something enjoyable but respectful to those that are Sissy's, if that makes sense, your comment has helped me greatly to feel like I'm doing just that, so thank you very much.

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21 hours ago, ELLIE52 said:

It reads like a journal, and the last entry of chapters 3 & 4 tell more of Nicholas Henry Marks' transformation from adult Nick, sometimes baby Nicky,  to Little Girl Nicki.    It's an interesting read, of the thought progression. Thanks for the update!

Conveying internal struggle is what I'm finding hardest right now. I worry that the back and forth between Nick being happy or at least fine with aspects of his current state to him being at odds with his caregivers/tormentors comes off less like the muddled thoughts of someone going through big changes in rapid succession and more like "lol, RambleLamb doesn't know how to story". It makes me feel good to know that I'm at least doing a good enough job that it's interesting and not tedious. Thank you for your continued support, ELLIE52!

14 hours ago, kirababy said:

enjoying this tale, and look forward to seeing where it takes us

If all goes according to plan and the story doesn't evolve well beyond what I've got planned, then it's going to take us to a place somewhere between crazy and awesome, perhaps with a brief stop in sexy town to sample the local flavor. I'm very glad you're enjoying it so far, thanks for reading!

 

Also, just so everyone is in the know, I'll be working through to Wednesday this week, so I won't be working on more chapters until Thursday BUT I plan on working really hard to try and get two more chapters out this weekend.

[A New Life Story (Ch. Fourteen posted 6/29)]

Greetings, all! I've got two more chapters, well, a chapter and a half really since a lot of the third chapter exists as a way of me working through some things story wise that I've been struggling with. There are things in there that are totally relevant to the story but because it's pretty fourth wall breaky I shouldn't count it but I wrote it and it made me feel better to do so, so we're calling it a chapter. If it makes anyone feel better, fourth chapter is back to narrative progression and I was actually pretty proud of some of the things I did there.

I don't think I said this before, but this story is something that's been in my head for almost three years now, growing and changing over time into what I'm putting out here now. The issue is that all of my notes exist in a journal and suffice to say, the scrawlings of a younger me aren't nearly as simple to decipher as I thought they would be. Anyway, I do hope this thing is enjoyable to you good people reading it. Thank you for reading!

 

Chapter Three: The Elephant In The Room

 

I know that at this point, if you've been following my story, you're probably having a pretty bad case of the eye rolls. You're probably seeing this story as some kind of depraved collage of deviant fantasies cobbled together by someone that takes regular masturbation breaks between paragraphs because they're just word vomiting out whatever sick little thing is rattling around in their brain. Well, that's a real negative outlook you have there, sir or madam.

 

Believe me, I've spent my share of time on the internet reading stories about cheerleaders that have diapers thrust upon them as a punishment from their parents and invariably a best friend or rival or both ends up discovering said punishment, usually while being tasked with babysitting said cheerleader and suddenly this new caregiver discovers that she secretly likes diapers and oh noes, she gets discovered and story ends at a whopping twelve pages with two teenage girls scissoring one another in a playpen wearing dirty diapers as their parents look on fondly because obviously reality can't exist in erotica, no sir! Or what about the ones where wife suddenly decides that husband is a useless, baby dicked loser and being that his penis is small like a babies he obviously belongs in diapers and suddenly this normal man is spanked once for rightfully arguing her judgment of him and the pain of the spanking causes him to wet himself helplessly and instantly regress mentally into the baby she knew he was all along? I know, similar sounding to my saga, but sometimes truth is stranger than fiction.

 

The truth is, you're going to believe whatever you want to believe. If you find it completely unbelievable that a senior citizen would actively and willingly participate in the infantilization of her son in-law then there's very little I can say or do to sway you otherwise. Likewise, if you're having trouble accepting the concept of a grown man allowing himself to be reduced to the status of a baby girl, then you're not going to see a different outcome, the die has been cast, my friend and this is merely a summary of the events as they happened.

 

I used to be like you though, so I understand your point of view when it comes to this stuff. When I was first exploring the internet and discovering message boards and gathering places for people like me I would read things and think there was absolutely no way on Earth that something like that could be true, but life is a funny thing and it takes these dirt roads just when you've found a newly paved highway to travel on.

 

When my wife and I first got engaged we would stay up all night some nights just talking about all the things we wanted for our life together. We agreed that kids was a hard no, both of us valuing our free time and careers and disposable income too much to want to give it up for eighteen plus years of an anchor tied to our ankles. The choice was made that the only baby in the house would ever be me and that we'd keep things in the bedroom and not go overboard with them. Road, meet dirt.

 

I knew when we first started talking that she had a penchant for being in control, that's kind of a key factor in being the caregiver in an ABDL relationship, but I didn't realize that she was addicted to it until we were already living together. She knew exactly what buttons to push in me to bend me to her will, what switches to flip to give her the power and leave me helpless to defend against her and whatever she desired and she craved that feeling so much that she'd fiend for it and expand her imagination for punishments and scenarios to ensure she got that sweet candy she was after.

 

For the record, we have a safe word, it's 'hippopotamus', but I've never used it and never felt like I wanted to use it. I know it seems like what I've shared with you so far can be interpreted as a wimpy husband being mentally manipulated by his dominatrixesque wife into being degraded and publicly humiliated but I assure you that, at this point of my story anyway, I'm not putting up a serious fight. I wouldn't have married this woman if I believed that she wasn't one hundred percent looking out for me, even if the things she does to me are scary sometimes and not at all what I would choose on my own, they end up being deeply arousing for me and show me a side of myself I hadn't known existed.

 

A wise man once said "Don't forget what happened to the man who suddenly got everything he always wanted. He lived happily ever after." Not knowing you wanted what you got doesn't negate the happily ever after, it's just a pleasant surprise that worked out in your favor. I didn't know that being dressed like a little girl would make me feel good, that it would tap into a desire to be seen as pretty and bask in the warmth of Mommy's love as she not just took care of her baby, which she was already doing, but also sharing in a thing that we'd previously been on opposite sides of the fence on, femininity.

 

It's like taking the preexisting safety and security of having her baby me and adding this whole other level of bonding as she helps me with my hair and makeup or we have a little fashion show in my nursery and I feel like a pretty little girl and I know that she felt the same way at one point in her life. Knowing that I'm experiencing things that she's experienced in her life brings this sense of empowerment to me, which admittedly is very strange given my total lack of power, but it makes me happy knowing that we've connected on another level and that just makes our relationship stronger. At least, that's the theory.

 

To Be Continued…

 

Chapter Four: Mallbrat

 

As we walked into the mall I stood between Mommy and Nana, each holding one of my hands, and Nana holding the Frozen backpack with my diapers in it that Mommy had asked her to carry, the butterflies in my stomach started square dancing like mad. The already huge mall seemed preposterously large as I felt smaller and smaller with every step. I knew I wasn't shrinking, but the further we walked into the cavernous and crowded main thoroughfare the more I began to feel every bit the toddler girl I was dressed as. Mommy and Nana were both tall women, and while I wasn't a "little person", I definitely wasn't in their height category.

 

Looking up at the two of them as we walked I wished at least one of my hands was free so I could suck my thumb to calm my nerves but the gradually warming of the front of my diaper helped too.

 

"So," Mommy said as we approached the listing of all the stores in the mall complete with a map to show where we needed to go to get to them all. "the wig shop is down here." she she thought aloud as she pointed to our left. "and the fabric store is down the other end. So, why don't we get this little one a wig first and then we can stop at the food court for lunch on the way to the fabric store." she said.

 

Nana nodded her approval and we were off into the see of human traffic.

 

The nice thing about feeling so small is that you don't notice the faces of the people walking past you. I'd see children on my level, or adults far away, but mostly I just saw midsections and legs as we moved through the crowd to our destination.

 

"Making Hairstory." Nana read as we approached the store. "That's cute!" she declared as we walked through the door and into the shop.

 

Mommy released my hand and moved to the counter, greeting the woman warmly. "Hi, I called about having a fitting for my husband." she said matter of factly.

 

My face grew hot instantly and I turned my gaze to my perfectly shined shoes, shuffling my feet back and forth absently to try and block out what was happening around me.

 

The woman behind the counter discussed some things with Mommy and I soon was being led to the back where I was sat in a barber's style chair facing a large light bordered mirror. "Well, aren't you just the most precious little thing in the world?!" the woman gushed as she pumped the chair up so I was centered with the mirror.

 

"Say thank you to the nice lady, Nicki." Mommy insisted.

 

I swallowed hard. "Thank you, nice lady." I squeaked out in my surprisingly authentic and mostly unintentional little girl voice.

 

All three of the woman 'awwed' at me and then again as I blushed brightly and stuck my thumb in my mouth.

 

"Nicki, no, you're hands haven't been washed since your bath this morning." Mommy chided, fishing in her purse and pulling out my penisfier, removing my thumb and pressing the tip to my lips.

 

I shook my head in protest, hoping that would be enough.

 

Mommy turned back to the woman and apologized. "She's probably fussy because she needs a dry diaper, do you have a place I can change her?" she asked.

 

The woman shook her head. "Not anything private, I'm afraid, the floor back here is about the best I can offer." she explained apologetically.

 

Mommy pulled me up from the chair, lifted my dress and pulled down my tights so she could probe the leg gathers of my diaper. "She's fine, a little damp but certainly nothing to cause such fussiness." she declared, pulling my tights back up and replacing me on the chair as she cast a glance my way to let me know she wasn't pleased with my behavior. "Now, be a good girl and take your binky so the nice lady can do her job." she ordered as she once again held the little cock to my lips.

 

None of the scenarios that played out in my head ended with anything good for me should I continue fighting, so, like a good girl, I opened my mouth and took the phallus in, finding instant comfort in sucking on it.

 

The woman bustled around gathering up mannequin heads with various colored wigs on them from around the room and set them down near the mirror. "Are we looking to have hair like Mommy?" the lady asked, picking up the black haired head.

 

Mommy shook her head. "With her skin tone I think too dark of hair would make her look sickly, I think keeping with her natural brown color would be best, but we can go lighter or darker depending on how she looks." she explained.

 

The woman nodded and grabbed a light brown wig, taking it from the head and teasing it a bit with her comb before fitting it onto my head. "How about this?" she asked.

 

Mommy and Nana both shook their heads. "A little darker." Nana said.

 

The wig was removed and replaced with a slightly darker one, that really looked like my natural hair and was met with applause and nods of approval from my two caregivers.

 

"Now, you said on the phone that you wanted it to be long enough to put into pigtails, is that right?" the woman asked Mommy.

 

"Yes, we want to have her looking just precious for the holidays and I'm afraid her hair won't be long enough for them by then." Mommy explained.

 

The woman put a cape around my neck to protect my dress and began brushing and snipping away at the wig, getting it into shape for my face structure and bringing the length in line with what Mommy wanted until she set her scissors and brush down and grabbed two satin ribbons in peach, like my sweater and dress and set about fashioning my new hair into perfect little pigtails before she moved aside so I could see myself in the mirror.

 

The penisfier fell to the floor as my mouth formed a perfect little "o" and I stared in disbelief at the image before me. I, Nicholas Henry Marks was gone entirely, replaced by what looked to be a kid sister of mine. The wig and makeup worked in tandem to melt the years from my face and once the cape was removed and I saw the entire ensemble as one I actually felt genuine fear that this was my life now. The realization that all this work and effort being made solely to humiliate me at Thanksgiving was not the case but rather my wife was systematically turning me into something that would be more a daughter than a spouse caused me to wet myself and start to cry at the same time. I wasn't crying because I was mad at her for doing this, for going this far with it, I was mad that I wasn't mad. I cried because of the loss of the life I'd had before today as much as I cried for the happiness for the birth of a new me.

 

Mommy came to me and plucked my binky from the ground, brushing it off before popping it into my mouth and pulling me into the safety and warmth of her arms, hugging me tightly to her, guiding my head to rest on her large breasts. "It's perfect." she told the lady, allowing her to secure it to my head atop a thin cap with some bobby pins before leading me by the hand over to Nana for a hug from her as the pair went out to the front of the shop to settle the bill.

 

Nana smiled down at me and wiped a tear from her eye with her handkerchief and then gently wiped my tears away before putting it back into her purse. "You're such a pretty little girl, thank you for being my granddaughter." she told me.

 

"Fankoo fo been ma Nana." I said through my binky and hugged her tightly again.

 

Leaving the wig shop I was a new person, a much smaller and feminine person. I felt light and free until I started thinking about things like my job and how we'd make our mortgage without me working and what if all of this ended with Mommy finding a new husband and abandoning me at some orphanage. So I have a childlike imagination, sue me. These thoughts brought me back to reality and as we hit the food court I was suddenly very nervous that all eyes were on the grown man dressed like a little girl with a wet diaper on and a cock pacifier bobbing quickly up and down in his mouth. I started to shake my head in protest of the idea that everyone was staring at me and then I thought I could make myself smaller and less visible if I scrunched down and I did just that, squatting down as low as I could, focusing on pushing the bad thoughts from my mind so I could go back to being happy again. I thought about Mommy and Nana holding my hands, about how pretty I looked in my dress and wig, but then I thought about how sad my tummy felt from all the nervousness and fear. I tried to focus on those thoughts and push them from my mind as hard as I could, my face getting hot as I fought hard against them grunting into my binky to get through the pressure I felt in my tummy that all this internal struggle was causing. Then, it all melted away, all at once and I felt light and calm again and I opened my eyes and saw Mommy and Nana and slowly rose to my feet.

 

"I wish you'd waited until after lunch to do that, baby." Mommy chastised as she took my hand in hers and grabbed the Frozen backpack from Nana. "I'll be back as soon as I can, mom." she said before leading me away.

 

Nana nodded. "Take your time, I'll find us a table." she said.

 

I sucked my binky and looked up at Mommy as we walked away from the food court. "Weawee koin'" I asked.

 

Mommy stopped and took my other hand and reached it behind me to rest on the squishy lump in the back of my diaper. "We're going to take care of you're stinky bottom, little girl." she said and continued walking with me in tow.

 

I was actually dumbfounded, completely unable to fathom that I'd shit myself without realizing it, and then the realization hit me that everything I'd done in the food court wasn't me trying to push out bad thoughts and feelings, it was me squatting down like a toddler and filling my diaper without any concern that I was surrounded by a mall full of people. Something in my brain snapped with that realization and I stopped walking, my hand slipping from Mommy's and I began what would go down in history as the most epic and deeply shameful public temper tantrum that our or any mall in the world had ever seen.

 

I'll give you three guesses how you think it turned out for me, but the first two don't count.

 

To Be Continued...

[A New Life Story (Ch. Fourteen posted 6/29)]

Well, I don't know what points do or even that they existed until now, but it sounds like a very nice thing for you to do giving some to me, so thank you!

I'm sorry, not for answering your rhetorical question, but for not picking up on the fact that it was rhetorical, I'm kind of a derp at picking up on rhetorical questions and sarcasm when they're written by someone who isn't me. It's probably a very serious medical condition that hopefully is only treated with candy, but I'm not a doctor so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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3 hours ago, ELLIE52 said:

The story's interesting so far, and your writing is good.  I'm curious, and of course this will take some more chapters, as to how we reach the point of the Prologue, but then that is the story, isn't it?

Admittedly, I'm not a super well versed author, this being my first attempt at a sustained narrative, but my thought process was to have the beginning of the story be a look into where the protagonist will end up and learn about what brought us to that point through the story proper, as you said. I tried to do it like how people say murder mysteries are written, with the ending first and worked backward from there. This is more like a rubberband, it starts pulled almost as far as it can stretch and then snaps back to its humble beginnings.

Thank you for the compliment on my writing, the blessing and curse of submitting my work on a forum is that if no one says anything do I assume it's fine or that it's terrible? I'm very neurotic in that sense and I'm always waiting for someone to shine a light on my inexperience, which would hopefully be done in a constructive way, and show me that I hadn't tried hard enough to craft something worthwhile. I'm just rambling now, which is why I chose the name, so I'll just say thank you again and hope that once all is said and done I've adequately told a story that makes sense.

[A New Life Story (Ch. Fourteen posted 6/29)]

Thank you for the great help in getting the formatting straightened, it does look loads better! I hit a bit of a productive spurt and wrote more. I'm not really sure how much is too much when it comes to posting new chapters, but being the weekend I have a little more free time so that should balance out when work starts up again. I realize that posting too much too quickly may not give people a chance to digest what's been posted and comment on any issues if they see them to allow for them to be addressed for future chapters but everything will work out okay. I just got excited that I'd actually finally stopped being a scaredy cat and posted something I'd created.

For the record, I'm really glad I did this and I'm pretty happy with how this story is developing from what I've had in my head for a while now. I'm sure that the subject matter will be a turnoff for some and that's not happy but my hope is that people that stick with it enjoy it and it isn't too far from something that can be enjoyed broadly rather than just people as weird as me.

 

Chapter Two: I Feel Pretty

 

Laying on the changing table watching Mommy flit around gathering things up, I was filled with a deep sense of dread for what was to come. I looked down at my now hairless body and shivered slightly as if the small amount of hair I'd had on my body previously had been responsible for keeping me warm. My penisfier bobbed rhythmically in my mouth causing me to blush hotly once I realized I'd been sucking on the phallic apparatus without thinking about it, and the blush grew hotter when my own phallic apparatus betrayed me and rose to life between my legs, demanding attention be paid to its apparent desire to suck a cock.

 

Mommy was at the side of the changing table smiling down at me, the items she'd procured laying at the end of the table out of my sight. She reached down and produced one of 'Nicki's' diapers, a sickeningly girly pink princess adorned thing that she unfolded and worked the creases out of before placing it on the table between my legs. She smiled at my stiffness and leaned down to kiss the tip of my penis. "Someone is very excited to go shopping for pretty new clothes, isn't she?" she cooed as she gently stroked my hardness.

 

I shook my head. "Ith na mah fawt!" I tried to insist through the little pecker in my mouth.

 

"Shh, Mommy knows the truth, baby girl." she said calmly as she continued to stroke. She tied her long black hair behind her head and moved her face down to my groin. "I'll bet you're just excited because you're sucking away on that little fake peepee when what you really want is to have the real thing in your mouth." she began, sneaking little kisses to the shaft of my penis between words. "Mommy knows how frustrating it can be for baby girls to suck away and not get the special surprise they want that normally comes at the end of all that sucking." she explained with almost sincere sounding sympathy. A sudden look of mock realization came across her face, "Mommy knows a way to solve both those problems, baby girl." she said before wrapping her lips around the head of my penis and taking the whole four and a half inches in her mouth.

 

My eyes closed at the feeling of intense pleasure the warm wetness of her mouth provided. I found myself struggling to recall the last time she'd given me a blowjob, and then struggled to remember the last time we'd had straight sex without any fetish or kink additions and all I could remember was the times I'd serviced myself with my little dildo as she watched and encouraged from the sidelines. My thoughts derailed quickly as I felt the building pressure signaling my impending climax and began to suck more feverishly on my penisfier much to my chagrin. I caught her watching me as my eyes opened, her green eyes filled with cunning as she slowly bobbed her head up and down. She reached up and pulled at the ring extending from my mouth and lifted my legs and butt so that my threatening to erupt manhood was pointed right at my face while she began fingering my little hole rapidly to push me over the edge.

 

"Get ready, baby girl, here it comes!" she said excitedly just as I reached conclusion.

 

Licking my own seed from her fingers was one thing, a hot, if wholly shameful thing, but actually cumming into my own face and slightly into my mouth was something else entirely. For the first time I actually got a peek behind the curtain of what it must be like to be someone that enjoys sucking dick, I now knew what it felt like to have the hot stickiness fly at you with inhuman velocity like an electric mixer turned on when the used beaters are no longer in the bowl. I knew what fresh from the tap semen tasted like, how warm it actually was when it hadn't had a chance to cool off on a well manicured digit and most importantly, I knew that I wasn't as entirely against the idea of it happening again, which admittedly concerned me quite a bit and made me question a lot of things about myself as I shuddered and dripped onto my chest and tummy.

 

She smiled at me with a deep satisfaction as she lowered my bottom back down to the padded surface of the changing table and clicked her tongue. "Silly girl, you got more on you than in you." she chided as she wiped the spots of slick goo on my face with her finger and inserted it into my mouth, repeating until all the rogue spurts were gone, finally finishing the cleanup with a wet wipe. "We'll keep practicing." she confirmed as she set to work diapering me up, replacing my penisfier before starting.

 

With the thick, pink garment taped snugly around my waist I was sat up and helped off the table. She reached onto the table and produced a pair of white tights that she had me step into before helping me down to the floor and pulling them up the rest of the way until they were in place. The feeling of the thin material against my freshly shaved legs was heavenly and I found myself actually enjoying all the doting sweetness she was piling onto me despite knowing that once I was dressed I was going to have to deal with something entirely unpleasant. The next item was a pair of black patent leather shoes that fit perfectly with the image of a little toddler girl and once those were on my feet I was stood up again and my little dress was put on over my head and zipped up in the back.

 

The dress wasn't as fancy as some of the things she'd shown me in passing when the idea of 'Nicki' had been introduced. She'd shown me things that made the wearer look like a Victorian era doll had come to life and had designs on taking over the world through frills and ruffles. I'd settled, begrudgingly of course, on a simple sun dress that was peach in color with little kitty cats all over it. I thought it was cute enough to satisfy her desires but innocuous enough that I wouldn't feel like a freak wearing it and I'm happy to say I was right. The dress wasn't too much and when she stood me in front of the mirrored closet door I didn't look as much like a man in drag as I did a man that made a pretty passable girl in the right light, albeit with short hair and an Adam's apple.

 

Leading me by the hand into her bedroom she had me sit on the little chair in front of her makeup table while she sat on the bed facing me. "Now, Mommy needs you to sit very still for this next part." she said with a light pat on my exposed knee before she went to work with her brushes and pencils and tubes of things. She'd taken my penisfier out and I actually felt a longing for it as she applied lipstick to me and did whatever else she was doing before she finally declared herself 'done' and turned me around to the mirror.

 

My mouth was agape as I stared at the reflection looking back at me, I was actually really cute! The boyish features of my face had been smoothed away and covered in such a soft way that I didn't look like I was wearing a lot of makeup, more that I was naturally a sweet little girl in every way. I felt myself peeing, probably from surprise and not at all from excitement at seeing my incredible transformation, at least that's what I'm going to say it was and no one will be able to argue otherwise.

 

"We'll get you a wig while we're out today to finish the whole thing off, at least until we can get your hair long enough to do it up how we want it." she explained as she put all the makeup away. She took the penisfier off from around my neck and put it into her purse as she rose and held out her hand for me to take. "Step out of line while we're out and this goes right back into that pretty little mouth of yours, understood?" she asked as her hand closed around mine

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I nodded and smiled up at her. "I love you, Mommy." I said in a soft little voice I hadn't intended to use.

 

She stopped and knelt down to my level, hugging me tightly to her and kissing me softly on the cheek. "I love you too, my sweet little angel, forever and always." she said. "Mommy knows how scary all of this is, but know that you will never be in any danger and Mommy will always be there to take care of you." she added.

 

I smiled and nodded before walking with her out of the bedroom and off to the unknown.

 

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The drive to the mall was uneventful from the backseat sitting next to the Frozen adorned backpack that held my spare diapers and changing supplies as well as other items I'm sure she'd carefully selected with the practiced eye of an expert in the art of humiliation. I watched the world outside go by and wondered absently what would happen if we ran into someone either of us worked with, but the scariness of that idea made me quickly move onto something else, the light and bubbly feeling I had every time I caught my reflection in the tinted window of the backseat door.

 

When we finally arrived at the mall the wind had picked up as November suddenly made its presence known. I shivered unconsciously and Mommy went to the trunk and pulled out a peach cardigan sweater that matched the color of my dress perfectly and helped me slip it on, patting my bottom when she was done to prod me to start walking, taking my hand in hers in the dangerous parking lot.

 

My mind was on my gait, a slight waddle given the thickness of my diaper and also on the wind blowing at my dress, giving anyone looking a peek under the hood as it were. None of that actually mattered to me though, it was like something had clicked into place inside me and I wasn't concerned with having my diaper show or having myself seen out in the world dressed like a little girl. No one would recognize me, I kept telling myself, everyone would just see a mother and her childishly dressed daughter out at the mall, end of story.

 

As we neared the entrance of the mall that thought was dashed away as I saw Mommy's mommy standing on the sidewalk with her hands covering her mouth in surprise at the sight of me.

 

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"Nana", as Mommy's Mommy was most commonly referred to, had known the truth about Mommy and I's relationship for quite some time. After we had first gotten married we'd invited her over for dinner and she and Mommy had started enjoying their wine and the conversation they'd been having about us having children was derailed by Mommy casually stating 'One baby is enough for me.'

 

My heart caught in my throat and Nana had looked at me quizzically, noticing my new crimson complexion.

 

Nana cleared her throat "Well, husbands can be a lot like children, especially when they get sick." she'd said, bringing her understanding of Mommy's comment into the dialogue.

 

Mommy laughed. "True, but this little one is quite the handful even when he's healthy." she explained after another sip of her wine. "Isn't that right, baby?" she asked me as she set her glass down.

 

I couldn't form words or even look up from my nervously fiddling hands in my lap beneath the table.

 

"You're not having an accident, are you?" Mommy asked as she quickly rose from the table and came over to me, moving my hands away from my lap and checking for wetness on my pants. "Nope, just being shy." she declared.

 

Nana cleared her throat again. "Veronica, sweetheart, I'm not sure what's going on but perhaps it's time I headed home." she said as she slowly rose from the table and began gathering her glass and dessert plate.

 

Mommy shook her head and waved the notion away with her hand. "No, you've been drinking, you'll stay the night. Just let me get him ready for bed and I'll set you up in the spare bedroom." she explained as she took my hand and helped me stand up. "Come on baby, you can come give Nana a goodnight kiss once you're in your PJ's." she declared and led me from the room with my face on fire as I stared at the floor the whole way to the nursery.

 

"What the fuck, Veronica!?" I hissed as we entered the nursery and she closed the door behind us. "You can't say shit like that to your mom!" I added.

 

The look on her face brought a spurt of urine out into my underwear and I quickly found myself being dragged back out to the dining room and forced to bend over the table before my pants were dropped and my nightmare became a reality.

 

"Mother, Nicky here just used very naughty words and tried to tell me, his Mommy, what I should and should not say to you regarding his status in this house and relationship." she explained. "I was going to get him in his nighttime diaper and pajamas in the privacy of his nursery, but now I think he needs his little bottom warmed up beforehand." she continued before she began swatting my backside sharply.

 

I couldn't look at anything but the blackness of my closed eyes as each blow came and the heat and stinging pain began to grow and grow. I knew I was crying and begging for mercy but that was merely muscle memory at this point than conscious thought.

 

Standing me back up and turning me, naked from the waist down as I hurried to cover my frightened little penis, to face Nana, Mommy spoke again. "Now, apologize for swearing and for acting up while Nana was here." she commanded.

 

I sniffled and choked out a weak "I'm sorry for swearing and for being naughty."

 

"Nana." Mommy insisted. "She's Mommy's mother so she's your grandma, but that sounds so informal, so you will call her Nana." she instructed with another swift swat to my backside.

 

I yelped and nodded my understanding. "I'm sorry I swore and was naughty, Nana!" I cried out as the shame and humiliation overtook me completely and I began bawling uncontrollably as I started peeing helplessly onto my hands as they covered my genitals.

 

Nana gasped and scooted her chair back as she stood up and moved away, while Mommy sighed in exasperation and pulled my pants up quickly to try and contain my leak.

 

"And that's why we keep that little thing in a diaper." Mommy chided as she led me back to the nursery to clean me up.

 

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After that night, and an in depth explanation of the dynamic of our relationship and more questions than I thought possible, Nana was well aware of just what I was and just how I was treated. It hadn't taken long for her to warm up to the idea of finally having a grandchild, even if it was a grown one married to her daughter, and before long she was knitting things for her grandson and even coming over to babysit when Mommy went out of town for work and I was on baby punishment.

 

More and more often she'd bypass talking to me as an adult and either talk to Mommy about me like I wasn't there or talk down to me like a child even when I wasn't being punished. Mommy did nothing to correct this behavior and instead would go out to the car to grab the diaper bag we always kept in the trunk or let Nana lead me to the nursery if we were at our house and allow her to take away my adulthood right then and there.

 

It was weird and humiliating and uncomfortable, but when I tried to bring it up to my wife outside of baby time she told me that her mother wasn't going to be around forever and that I might be the only chance for a grandchild she'd ever have. It made a weird sort of sense when she'd explained it and my unwillingness to upset an older woman kept me from ever putting up a fight about it from that point on.

 

Now though, with Nana seeing her grandson as her now granddaughter, I was finding it very hard not to throw the biggest tantrum in the history of tantrums, but I really didn't want to get my pretty dress dirty by throwing myself on the ground.

 

To Be Continued...

[A New Life Story (Ch. Fourteen posted 6/29)]

Okay, I tried the Google Docs route, pasting my story there and then copying it and pasting it here so hopefully that fixes the problem but if not I'll keep trying. Also, I bolded and underlined the prologue and first chapter heading and extended my asterix act break thingies.

I'm sorry if all this format hullabaloo made the story undesirable to read, I'll keep working to make things smoother going forward and I hope that you'll be interested enough in the story to join me for future updates.

[A New Life Story (Ch. Fourteen posted 6/29)]

1 hour ago, Wannatripbaby said:

Glad somebody else sees it and it's not just me!

@RambleLamb What kind of writing software are you using?

I'm using Kingsoft Writer and I copy pasta'd it from there. When I pasted it in I had to go through and separate all the paragraphs again because it didn't paste those in for some reason. I'm sorry if it was difficult to read because of that, I wasn't sure how to post it and once I'd chose the way I did I went to edit it and got confused with the file attach option and plain versus rich text. If you, or someone else more well versed with posting here could offer a tip on which way to go I can change what's already posted and stick with that going forward.

Also, when I try the file attach option it doesn't let me preview it and that scares me because who knows what it's going to look like?!

 

8 hours ago, ELLIE52 said:

Welcome to the site, Ramble Lamb.  This looks really good, especially for a first story.  The Prologue teases the reader into wanting to read more.  The only suggestion I have is to either break it up by loading the Prologue separately and then loading Chapter 1 or perhaps going back and making the  Prologue and Chapter One subtitles bigger and bolder maybe bordering the two with dashes or asterisks across the page to show delineation or break.  For a first post, you're really off to a good start.

 

Thank you so much for the warm welcome, ELLIE52! I'll change the break up to make it more reader friendly, in my writing program I started a new page for the new chapter but that doesn't really help you guys. :p

[A New Life Story (Ch. Fourteen posted 6/29)]

This is my first attempt at a story, and my first ever post here but don't think that means I don't expect criticism because I not only do but I welcome it! I know there's a ton of writers out there doing amazing things in the pantheon of stories for this and other sites and while I hope I can at least bring something enjoyable to you good folks, I won't fool myself into thinking this story is going to be spectacular, it's just something I've been meaning to write for a long time but was always too afraid to display my attempt at writing. If you enjoy the story let me know, if you don't enjoy the story let me know and if you think I can do better and should try again let me know. I'm really very agreeable to critique even if it's harsh.

This story is 100% fiction and in no way is intended to be based on anyone's real life or experiences therein. There is an underage character in the prologue but it's just to establish a history for his life more than anything. I know there's a rule about underage characters and I feel that I've followed the rules but if there's a problem please remove the story with my sincerest apologies and I'll rework the narrative to avoid it going forward. 

I think that's everything I wanted to say, but I could be stalling for time because once I submit this it's out there and omg it's so nerve wracking but I'm gonna do it...go!

 

 

A New Life Story

By: Ramble Lamb

 

Prologue

 

I don't remember much of my life from before. I'm sorry, that was a fib, I remember everything about my life from before but it seems like the story of someone else's experiences more than anything I'd ever had. Thinking about who I was and what I had seems almost like reading a eulogy for some stranger in the newspaper, it can give you an idea of who the person was from the point of view of someone that knew them and cared enough to pay per word to share why they thought this person was worthy of space on a page but it doesn't really tell you anything about who the person really was.

 

As an example, if I were to tell you about myself right now I'd use descriptions like 'adorable' or 'girly' but if I were to do the same thing before I'd have to use words like 'husband' and 'adult'. Those are just words though, letters strung together to form a recognizable pattern that your brain associates with an understanding of what that word means which can be very different from what it means to someone else. If you were to look at me right now, my long brown hair in loose pigtails, a purple glittery pacifier bobbing rhythmically between my lips as my baby pink painted nails dance across the keyboard then you might see a young woman with an oral fixation hard at work on her computer. If you looked longer you'd notice budding breasts beneath an almost lavender shirt proudly labeling me "Daddy's Princess" in rainbow glitter. The young woman you'd previously gotten an image of now seems to be more immature than you'd first assumed, perhaps the pacifier isn't solely being used to assuage an oral fixation but rather is part of a personality cultivated in the hopes of holding onto the younger self of this young woman.

 

If I were to stand up from my chair to give you a look at the full picture you'd see that the shirt extended beyond the length of a normal shirt, going down past my waist, stretching over a bulk that one doesn't typically see adorning young women my age, connecting between my legs with snaps to keep the previously mentioned bulk from falling when any additional weight is added to it. Beneath the bulk are my thin legs, smooth as silk with a lovely tan to them and the image ends at my little feet encased in soft shoes colored to match my shirt and secured with lovely ribbons tied into bows at the top of each shoe. Overall, this image would be viewed by many as adorable when attached to a biological infant or toddler, but being that I am very much not either of those things, I'm probably seen with a healthy mix of strange looks and harsh judgment but, in all fairness, I don't dress like this out in the world beyond these walls I call home.

 

The nice thing about clothes and makeup is that they allow someone to be whatever they want to be. Admittedly, I wouldn't have guessed that I wanted to be this, but when I have my hair done and am allowed to have a bit of makeup I feel every part the pretty little girl I've come to identify as. When I'm wearing a pretty dress or even just something in one of my favorite colors of pink or purple I feel cute and lovable. I told you before that my life before was someone else's story but it isn't, not really, it's my story and even though it ends with me being a happy and much loved baby girl it starts with me being selfish and naughty and I know now that those are two very not good things to be.

 

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I was born Nicholas Henry Marks some thirty odd years ago. I had no siblings and my mother was my sole parent. My father had made me with my mother when she was his secretary and he was having marital discord with his wife so needless to say he didn't jump at the chance to settle down with us in nice little family unit. My mother provided for us quite well and, though she never said it aloud, lavished me with love and attention because I was her only keepsake of her one true love. As I grew up she became increasingly fixated on me, going beyond "helicopter parenting" into the realm of doing everything in her power to keep me in a position of needing her.

 

Obviously I don't remember too much of my young life, but I've seen the photo albums with pictures dated from when I was five years old playing happily in cloth diapers and plastic pants without a care in the world. I've heard the stories from cousins, aunts and uncles about how they thought I'd never get out of diapers or how they were glad my mother had stopped breastfeeding me before I'd hit double digits in age. I remember some things, like sleeping in my mother's bed the night of my first grade class' Christmas performance. After the show we'd been taken back to the classroom to wait for our parents to pick us up and it being nighttime, my mother had declared it necessary for me to have my "night pants" on beneath my normal clothes. I remember needing to use the bathroom for something other than tinkle and had wandered out of the class in search of a quiet place to fill my diaper away from the prying eyes of my classmates. Ironically enough I chose a spot near the restrooms, a dark little corner where I squatted down and started pushing only to have a hand clamp down on my shoulder a few seconds in causing me to scream and empty myself out of fear rather than necessity. I'd turned to find my mother looking down at me with tears in her eyes, worried I'd been kidnapped when she'd gone to my classroom and was unable to find me. Seeing her crying and having a full diaper caused me to begin crying as well as I held up my arms to be picked up and carried away. When we got home that night she'd changed me first thing and then settled into her bed with me and held me on her lap as she undid her nursing bra and presented me with something to both soothe me to sleep and fill my recently emptied stomach.

 

Now, I know that that account can be seen as deeply wrong and probably disgusting, and you're not wrong. Looking back as an adult, I know that her actions greatly impacted my life in ways that made me who I am today. The truth is that even if she was wrong and even if she was possibly abusive in her coddling and infantilization of me at such a young and impressionable age, it set me on the path to become who I was meant to be, and that me is so very happy and wouldn't change a single thing about her life.

 

After I was fully potty trained and weaned from bottle or breast I led a pretty normal life. I was a good kid, probably could have done better in school but I made friends and had fun and didn't end up dead or in jail. I never did very well with girlfriends, but some of that was the disconnect with what I thought was normal in an intimacy setting and what they thought was normal. My first girlfriend didn't think it was at all normal that I spent so much time sucking on her breasts in what was supposed to be foreplay that I ended up finishing in my pants before she'd even started breathing heavy. Second girlfriend was a take charge kind of girl in the bedroom and had given up the ghost when I failed to get aroused as she straddled me and grinded her pelvis against mine. She'd called me a few not very nice names that I won't risk a spanking to write here for you. The important thing is that we've established that I was in no way a hit with the ladies. I knew I was straight and that I wanted to have sex with women but not in the strictest sense, I didn't know anything about sex at the time beyond penis goes into vagina and that's where babies come from.

 

As I got older and the internet was becoming a thing that people had in their homes the world started to make more sense to me and I began to learn things about myself that helped me to not feel so different and freakish. I'd always had a fixation on things like diapers and baby things as far back as I could remember but with puberty in full swing I started to associate the pleasurable feelings that wearing a homemade diaper, that was really just a bath towel duct taped around my waist, gave me with something sexual. My first ever intentional orgasm was achieved on the floor of my room with a pee soaked towel taped to me and a thumb in my mouth sucking greedily as my other hand rubbed frantically at my damp groin. The shame and confusion I felt in those early years was almost palpable but, thanks in part to my deviant internet searches I discovered that other people were just like me and what I was wasn't wrong or disgusting and everything was okay.

 

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Moving forward to more current events, my wife and I had met online in a chatroom for people that liked to pretend to be children or even sometimes babies looking to meet people that liked to take care of those people. We'd hit it off almost immediately in the general chat area and quickly moved to a private chat to be able to discuss personal matters without someone spamming "Mommy I poppy peez change me diapy" or other offensive to basic human intelligence nonsense.

 

We talked for hours a day for months on end and found that we had so much in common beyond just our kinks and fetishes. The obvious problem of distance was something we only ever discussed to express our sorrow that we weren't able to hug and kiss one another, something that happened most often around bedtime when she'd watch me through the webcam as I put a diaper on and got into my pajamas becoming her little boy in every sense of the term as she began to read me a story to help me get sleepy for bed and then at the end of the story she'd kiss the camera and wish me a goodnight and then the fantasy world where baby and Mommy were together was over and I'd find myself shuffling into a cold bed wishing to be cuddling with her as I fell asleep.

 

As it became clear we were actively working to close the distance between us she began to enforce more dominance in our relationship. It started small with her suggesting I have a regular bedtime to ensure I was well rested and stayed healthy, she'd have me text her pictures of my meals to make sure I was eating right and not glutting myself on sweets and junk. When she first brought up wearing a diaper outside of the safety of my own apartment I stood up for myself and told her that made me uncomfortable and she dropped it, for a while at least. A week or so later she randomly showed up at my front door and I was so overcome with joy that I didn't even question the fact that something of that magnitude should have been discussed and planned as a couple rather than decided solely by her but my Mommy was there for real and I was too happy to know anything else but love and excitement.

 

Within an hour of her arriving she had me naked on the bed waiting for her to return with the required supplies to transform me into her baby boy. My manhood was harder than it had ever been and my heart was beating like a jackhammer in my chest as I heard the bathroom door open and saw her stride confidently into the room. She'd changed out of the clothes she'd worn for her trip and was now wearing a black and white polka dot dress that stopped in the middle of her deliciously toned thighs. Her high heels were bright red to match her lipstick and nail polish and her black hair was done up into a tight bun to give her the look of a no nonsense mother figure made all the more powerful against her porcelain white skin. She smirked at me as she glided to the bed and set her supplies down near my feet as she sat at the edge of the bed and lightly brushed the shaft of my penis with her fingers. I ejaculated as soon as she reached my balls, covering my stomach and pubic area with my shameful display. She clucked her tongue and declared that messes of that nature were why she would ensure I was diapered until she believed I could be trusted to control myself, none of her words made any impact on me as my head swam and I felt myself slip into my little headspace, clutching my stuffed otter and sucking my pacifier as she offered each to me and set about cleaning me up and getting me properly attired.

 

That first time together was where she secured her hold on me and established her dominance for the rest of our relationship. By the time she went back home a week later she'd, through spankings and time outs and even a mouth soaping, made me into the perfect specimen for a good little boy and I bawled uncontrollably as she pulled away from my apartment and headed to the airport and back to her life without me. I made it my mission in life to continue to show her at every opportunity that I was obeying her edicts without her supervision in the hopes that it would spur her to come back or invite me to come to her. I started wearing diapers all the time, making sure to text her pictures every day so she could verify my compliance and I'd drink up her praise every time she told me I was a good baby, but it wasn't enough, I needed to be with her.

 

When I surprised her by showing up at her doorstep one day it didn't go as I'd expected. The whole thing fell apart when the front door opened and a man much larger and imposing than myself answered. He recognized me and welcomed me in which, in my state of shock, I complied with and found myself in the living room of a well kept and quite lovely home, pictures of Mommy and this mahogany god of a man adorning the walls including one of them on their wedding day. To say that my heart sank in that moment would be quite an understatement and, against my wishes and strongest attempts to keep it together, I began to cry because I felt lied to and betrayed by someone that I'd willingly given my entire self to. Her husband had put a hand on my shoulder and pulled me into him for a hug as he gently patted my back and assured me that everything was okay.

 

He showed me to a spare bedroom at the back of the house, one that only had a bed and dresser in it and nothing else. I was told Mommy would be home in a few hours and that I could take a nap if I was tired from my trip. Depression aided my weariness and I fell asleep without much issue, waking up some time later to Mommy stroking my hair and urging me to get up because I'd wet the bed. I remember apologizing profusely and offering to leave between sobs and sniffles but I was shushed and led by the hand to the bathroom where she stripped me down as the large tub filled with water.

 

Husband entered the room as she gently rubbed my back and took my wet clothes, chuckling softly to himself as I gasped and tried to cover my naughty bits. As I sat in the tub and she lovingly washed me she explained that she was sorry for not telling me she was married but that they were planning on separating because they mutually wanted something else. She explained that they still loved each other and would remain friends as they had for the years they'd dated and the ones they were married for, but she wanted to be a Mommy and a strong and virile man such as her husband just wasn't going to be the baby she needed. She lifted my head and looked me square in the eyes and told me that I was her baby and just as soon as was humanly possible she wanted to marry me and have the perfect life she'd been craving for so many years.

 

Looking back on it now, it probably should have been seen as a bad sign that a major life decision was made without me being asked and while I peed into a married couple's bathtub as the wife washed me.

 

Chapter One: Not To Be Trusted

 

"Nicholas Henry Marks, you get in here this instant!" my wife bellowed from the living room.

 

As with being a biological child, all three of your names being used to summon you by an authority figure is just as terrifying when you're a grownup, albeit a grownup currently wearing a wet diaper beneath his Spider-Man pajama pants, but a chronological grownup nonetheless. When the holy trinity of names is used in our house it's very clear that an adult man is not expected to arrive, rather, the use of the three names acts as a switch that shuts off all adult thought and will and leaves only the outer appearance of an adult with the soft and creamy center being nothing more than a terrified child that knows a punishment is coming but has no idea what form it will take.

 

Shuffling nervously down the hall, rustling loudly with each tiny step, I fought the urge to suck my thumb, knowing that any minor comfort it may bring me would pale in comparison to the humiliating barbs that would be rained down upon me for being a pathetic excuse for a man. It sounds harsh, but it's part of what butters my biscuits so everyone ends up happy, usually after a trip across Mommy's lap and a stint in the corner, but the aftercare is wonderful so net happiness after all is said and done.

 

She stood in the living room with her hands on her wide hips, her high heeled toe tapping on the wood floor impatiently as I rounded the corner. "Do you have anything you'd like to tell me, young man?" she asked sharply, her tone indicating that I clearly should have something to tell her but no specific thing was hinted at.

 

My mind struggled to come up with something I'd done or forgotten to do, something I'd done when I wasn't the baby of the house perhaps? There actually had been a stretch of almost a month recently where work schedules and general life stuff had kept me in the "man of the house" role, but some spare time had come up the night before and I'd found myself on the receiving end of some lovely regression time with Mommy that had ended with a sticky mess in the front of my diaper and a story before bed. In case you were wondering, this was not the same diaper I was currently wearing, I'd gone through a few since then thanks to my smaller than average bladder.

 

"No, Mommy." I told her honestly, completely unable to come up with anything that would earn her ire.

 

She nodded and walked toward me, pinching the top of my ear between her thumb and index finger, leading me over to the chair on the other side of the living room and pointing down to a small spot or purple on the cream colored upholstery. "Did you spill juice and not tell Mommy?" she asked.

 

My diaper began to warm as I stared at the spot and nodded without saying anything.

 

"And how did you manage to spill juice?" she asked impatiently.

 

I swallowed hard as tears began to form in my eyes. Without thinking my hand was rising to my face, thumb extended aiming for my mouth to help quell a full blown meltdown but she slapped my hand away before my salvation could reach me.

 

With a heavy sigh she sat on the chair and pulled me across her lap and tugged my pants down around my legs. "I think thirty should be a good start." she mused aloud before she slid my diaper down, exposing my hairless and still powder and lotion coated behind and began to deliver the sharp swats she'd planned out.

 

I was a blubbering mess by five and in hysterics at the end of it when she stood me back up next to her, leaving my pants and diaper down where they were. "I'm sorry, Mommy!" I cried out between sobs and snot bubbles.

 

She looked at me with disgust and shook her head. "Sorry isn't good enough, young man, not this time." she began. "You've been far too free this past month and clearly it's time for you to be reminded of your place in this house." she said as she rose and led me by the hand to the corner of the living room where she stood me, nose to the wall and red bottom on display. "I think three months of baby time will help you to remember how things work around here." she declared.

 

Without thinking I spun around and began to protest "That's too long, Mommy!" I whined.

 

She smiled and knelt down, running her hand through my hair. "You know, I was going to let you be Nicky for three months, but since you think you can argue with me when it comes to your punishments, I think maybe you can be Nicki for three months instead." she said. "Oh, and I think Thanksgiving will be a perfect time to introduce my little girl to the rest of the family." she added as she guided my thumb into my mouth and spun me back around to the corner before leaving me to process the magnitude of just how bad things were going to be for me.

 

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So, some explanation is required. See, we're kinky as a couple, we have a Mommy and baby relationship and we've experimented with a fair amount of things in the years we've been together. In the quest for deeply humiliating and sexually gratifying things, we happened upon sissification. It started out as the usual calling my manhood into question which usually ends with me in a diaper being babied, but she'd apparently done her homework and found something she wanted to try and so rather than a diaper I was put into a pair of cute little panties, powder blue with little cartoon bears on the front and had to endure her putting makeup on me all while she commented on what a pretty little girl I was.

 

It's really hard to put up resistance when your penis is straining against the inside of a childish pair of panties, in case you were wondering.

 

At any rate, things began to escalate from there as a cute little party dress was added in a future session and from there she began to fondle me through my panties and under my dress until one night she began to finger my bottom, and as I helplessly came in my adorable little panties she knew she'd stumbled onto something that she could use anytime she wanted. She began to use anal stimulation to bring about climax more and more frequently after that, even going so far as to buy what she dubbed "babies first dildo", a translucent purple thing slightly bigger than her middle finger that she explained would be the only way I could self stimulate from now on under penalty of punishment. 'Nicki' was born shortly after that when she walked in on me working my new toy in and out of my bottom while hungrily sucking my thumb to stifle my pathetic moans of pleasure.

 

"Show Mommy how much of a naughty little baby girl you are." she commanded as took a seat on the bed and watched my shameful display. "Cum for Mommy little girl!" she encouraged.

 

When I finished shortly after that she put her hand in front of my spurting member, catching a fair amount on her palm and fingers and looked at the mess with a wicked smile before holding her hand to my face.

 

"Are you going to be Mommy's good baby girl and clean her hand for her?" she asked in her syrupy sweet Mommy voice.

 

I felt my face flush as leaned forward and stuck out my tongue, tears of shame rolling down my cheeks as I licked and sucked her fingers and hand clean.

 

She beamed proudly at me and clapped her hands. "Such a good baby girl you are, Nicki!" she praised. "That's with an 'i' in case your little baby brain couldn't grasp it." she said with a chuckle as she set about to getting me cleaned and diapered for bed.

 

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Thanksgiving was only a handful of weeks away and I wasted no time in trying to have my sentence commuted or dropped entirely if at all possible. The problem was that I'd been deemed "too little" to do the things I'd planned like cleaning the house and making dinner for us.

 

"Mommy knows you want to be a big girl and make the house all pretty and clean, but I'm sorry to say that you're just too little to be able to handle such big responsibilities." she explained, suddenly finding something very amusing as she covered her mouth with her hadn to stifle a laugh. "Can you imagine how silly it would be for Mommy to let you make dinner when you can't even be trusted not make little baby messes on her nice furniture?" she asked rhetorically.

 

I blushed hotly as she turned me around and nudged me from the kitchen with a gentle pat on my padded behind. I trudged back to my room, our marital bedroom was mostly off limits when I was being babied since a wet bed in the nursery was to be expected but one in Mommy's bed would be very costly indeed, and took my spot on the cityscape playmat in the middle of the room with a heavy sigh of resignation. I knew that my punishment started first thing the following day and two days from then I'd have to go back to work and while I was confident she wouldn't put me into a position where I'd lose my job, the concern that people I worked with would discover what was going on was very real.

 

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The very first time I'd had to wear a diaper to work I was a nervous wreck the whole day. I'd been put on punishment for dribbling tinkle on the toilet seat and not cleaning it off and the small infraction had earned a week of diapers and a month of bathroom cleaning. I worked in an office and had a cubicle that thankfully afforded me some privacy but every slight crinkle was deafening to me and I was sure that before close of business I'd be the laughing stock of the entire office and demoted to the daycare center on the third floor like one of those ridiculous stories you read on the internet when you're into the ABDL scene, wink.

 

In actuality, everything went off without a hitch almost the entire week minus an extremely close call on the third day when Mommy had come to take me to lunch and decided to change me on the backseat of the car in the parking garage. After the overly suspense filled change was complete I was given the balled up used diaper and sent to the nearby trashcan to dispose of it when a group of ladies came out of the elevator and started heading into the parking garage toward me. I dashed in between two cars and made a beeline to the trashcan, slamming the diaper in as fast as I could and hurrying back to the car, breathing a sigh of relief in seeing that the group of women was too busy talking and laughing about a movie they'd seen to even notice me.

 

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The morning my punishment began started like any other, Mommy coming into the nursery and letting down the side of my crib and giving me a bottle of juice to drink while she got me out of my pajamas and wet overnight diaper. Rather than merely change me though, she left me naked and absently played with my morning hardened member while she waited for me to finish my bottle and then led me to the bathroom where she'd set up a wide array of shaving and hair removal supplies.

 

While not overly hairy, I did have a small patch of hair above my manhood as well as a little on my chest, legs and under my arms. My face was always kept smooth but she made quick work of removing my body hair, even doing a little work on my little pucker in back. Satisfied with her work she got me into the tub and began washing me with a lovely smelling, if overly feminine soap and shampoo. Standing me up she began to thoroughly clean my most intimate areas, causing me to develop shaky legs as I began to pant softly and bite my lip to keep my moans from coming out.

 

"Do you like it when Mommy touches your clitty and sissy hole, baby girl?" she asked in a sultry voice as her washrag encased finger traced a circle around my back entrance.

 

I couldn't lie, though I wasn't pleased with the her new names for my parts or the moniker of 'baby girl', and nodded sheepishly as my thumb entered my mouth.

 

She smiled and set the washrag aside as she rose to her feet and left the bathroom, reappearing a moment later with her hand behind her back. "Close your eyes, little one." she said in her sweet, motherly tone.

 

I complied and felt her pull my thumb from my mouth gently followed by a familiar rubber texture teasing my lips, my mouth opened without a second thought but what I'd expected to enter it didn't and instead something more cylindrical went in. I opened my eyes and pulled the pacifier out by the ring on the guard revealing a small penis shaped bulb rather than the normal teat. I looked up at her in surprise and shook my head "I don't want this!" I whined.

 

She smirked at my little outburst and guided the thing back into my mouth. "Mommy didn't ask you, sweetie." she said mater of factly as she tied the pink satin ribbon connected to the pacifier ring behind my neck. "Since my little girl likes sucking her thumb so much, Mommy figured it was probably time to introduce her to a little practice penis she can suck on just in case she meets a special boy when we're out on the town." she explained with a derisive laugh at my expense.

 

I spat the little dick from my mouth and scowled at her. "I'm not going to suck anyone's cock!" I screamed, instantly regretting my outburst as she leaned forward and began smacking my still wet behind with her open palm.

 

"For the next three months you're my baby GIRL," she began, overly emphasizing the change in my gender. "that means you're going to be whatever my idea of the perfect baby girl is." she continued as her blows continued to rain down, her free hand stuffing my new pacifier back into my wailing mouth. "So, if I decide you're going to suck some cock then you better prepare to pucker up, angel." she snapped as she stopped spanking me and sat me back down in the water harshly, causing my burning behind to scream in agony the second it touched the hot water and floor of the tub. "Now, if you really want to fight me on this then we can discuss it like adults once your punishment is over, but until such time as you're considered an adult around here, you'll do as you're told. Am I understood?" she asked as she looked down on me with her most domineering gaze.

 

I sniffled and sucked the little penis pacifier...penisfier? sullenly as I looked up at her and nodded weakly. "Yef Mommy." I managed to get out between sucks and sobs.

 

She nodded her head sharply and stood me back up, pulling the plug in the drain and helping me out of the tub before wrapping me in a large and fluffy pink towel. "Good girl, now let's get you dressed and ready, Mommy needs to get her little girl some clothes today." she said as she began drying me off.

 

To Be Continued...