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Sitting on his mother-in-law’s lap, diapered and sucking on a pacifier, Steven couldn’t help but wonder how his life had come to this. Just months ago, he was Joan’s husband, struggling to find work but still a man in his own home. Now, he spent his days dressed as a baby, under the complete control of his mother-in-law, Margaret. Maybe if he had refused Joan’s idea, things would have turned out differently. Maybe he would have found a job and kept his dignity. Maybe Joan wouldn’t have reconnected with her ex—wouldn’t be dating him, sleeping with him, while Steven sat in a nursery, waiting to be fed and changed. But it was too late for maybes. Margaret pulled the pacifier from his mouth and offered her breast. Steven hesitated, but his body had already been trained to accept. He latched on and began to suck, slowly at first, then faster as the familiar routine took over. “That’s my good baby,” she said, her voice warm but firm. Steven shifted, uncomfortable, feeling his diaper grow warm as he nursed. He knew what was happening, but there was no point in fighting it. This was his life now. His mind drifted back to the beginning—to how it all started. Chapter 1 Mother-In-Law Steven sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window as Joan drove toward her mother’s house. His hands were clenched in his lap, his stomach twisting with shame. He didn’t dare look at her. Not after everything. This was his fault. At least, that’s what Joan said. Losing his job was bad enough, but failing to find another for over a month? That sealed it. Bills kept piling up, and with Joan’s salary alone, they couldn’t afford to stay in their home. She had given him a choice—move in with her mother or be on his own. She wouldn’t wait around forever, and she wasn’t going to waste her life supporting a man who couldn’t pull his weight. If he refused, she would leave, and divorce would follow. Steven couldn’t risk that. Joan was everything to him. So he agreed. They packed up their things, said goodbye to the home they had built together, and now here they were, pulling into his mother-in-law’s driveway. Margaret’s house was as pristine as he remembered. Big, elegant, the kind of home that radiated wealth and success.The kind of success he had failed to provide for Joan. And there she was—Margaret herself, waiting on the porch. Even at fifty-five, she barely looked over forty. Her posture was perfect, her hair flawlessly styled, her presence commanding. At first glance, no one would ever guess she was a mother, let alone to twins. Margaret was always polished. Always in control. And she had never been shy about her opinions—especially about Steven. The moment Joan parked, Margaret stepped forward with a warm, welcoming smile—directed entirely at her daughter. “Joan, sweetheart,” she said, pulling her daughter into a hug. “I’m so happy you’re here. You must be exhausted from the drive.” Then her eyes flicked to Steven. The warmth dimmed slightly, her smile tightening at the edges. Not quite a sneer. But not far off. “And Steven,” she said smoothly. “I assume you’ll be staying as well.” Her tone was polite, but Steven felt the unspoken words hanging in the air. For now. Margaret’s home was just as immaculate inside as it was outside. Not a speck of dust in sight. Everything had a place, and everything stayed in it. She led them through the hall, guiding Joan toward a spacious guest bedroom—clearly set up with comfort in mind. Steven stepped forward instinctively, but before he could enter, Margaret turned to him with a raised brow. “You two can stay here,” Margaret said. “Millie is out of town this week. But she should be back next Monday.” Steven exhaled in relief. Millie was Joan’s mirror image—tall, blonde, gorgeous. But that’s where their similarities ended. Millie was the most obnoxious woman Steven had ever met. Lazy, entitled, living off Margaret’s money without a care in the world. “It’s going to be fun,” Margaret continued, a note of amusement in her voice. “Having my two babies back home again. And well… Steven too, I suppose.” Steven’s jaw tightened, but he said nothing. Joan dropped onto the bed, already making herself comfortable. “Thanks, Mom. You’re a lifesaver.” “Of course, sweetheart. You deserve to be comfortable.” Then she turned to Steven. “And you’ll be looking for work right away, I assume?” Steven straightened, eager to show effort. “Yes, absolutely. I’ve already put in some applications.” Margaret tilted her head slightly. “That’s good to hear. But until something comes through, you’ll need to contribute around the house.” “Oh, uh, sure. I guess I can do a few things—” Steven said. “That’s a good boy,” Margaret said with a grin and something darker behind her eyes. Something about the way she said it made his stomach twist. The first few days were physically exhausting and mentally draining. Steven was up early every morning, scrubbing floors, vacuuming, dusting, washing dishes. Whenever he had time to spare, he was forced to work on his resume. Meanwhile, Joan was already getting calls about possible jobs. “You can’t just leave me here alone with your mother,” Steven said when Joan told him about her interview. Joan frowned. “We need the money. The faster we both find jobs, the faster we can leave.” “But—“ “No buts,” she cut him off. “Now get back to your chores. You know Mom doesn’t like you lazing around.” Steven sighed. There was always more to do. No matter how much he cleaned, Margaret always found something else. And she always watched him. "A real man takes responsibility.” "You should be grateful to contribute, Steven.” "Is Joan the only one who ever cleaned up after you?” He wanted to argue. Wanted to snap back. But what could he say? He was a guest here. He had no leverage. So he kept his head down and did what he was told. On the fourth day, Margaret called him into the kitchen. “Steven, dear. Remember how you were complaining about doing the dishes?” Steven hesitated. He didn’t remember complaining—just saying his clothes were getting wet. “Well, I remember.” She said, holding something pink and frilly in her hands—an apron covered in Disney princesses. “That won’t be a problem anymore.” Steven blinked. “Uh… what’s that?” “Your apron,” Margaret said simply. “If you’re going to be doing housework, you should at least dress the part.” Steven stared. She couldn’t be serious. “…You expect me to wear that?” Margaret arched an eyebrow. “I expect you to show me some respect and thank me for getting you such a cute apron.” He looked toward Joan, expecting her to say something. To defend him. But Joan just sighed. “Steven, just wear it. Stop making things difficult.” Steven felt his face flush. “It’s ridiculous,” he muttered. Joan’s expression hardened, and she didn’t need to talk for Steven to know what she was thinking. Her words had been very clear. Either he obeyed her mother, or he could pack his things and find a place to live without her. Slowly, reluctantly, he took the apron and pulled it over his head. The fabric felt absurd, hanging over his clothes. Too soft. Too delicate. Too childish. ‘Thank you, Margaret,” he forced himself to say with a smile. Margaret beamed. “There’s a good boy,” she said, patting his cheek. Steven’s jaw clenched, but he forced himself to stay quiet. This was just temporary. Just until he found a job. How could it get worse? Chapter 2 The Incident The week passed in a slow, suffocating haze. Every day blurred into the next—wake up early, clean the house from top to bottom, endure Margaret’s judgmental gaze, and try not to react when she made pointed remarks about what a real man should be doing with his life. Steven had started to adapt, as much as he hated to admit it. He had little choice. Joan was too busy applying for jobs to argue on his behalf, and Margaret had made it crystal clear that he was expected to earn his keep. The apron, as humiliating as it was, had become part of his routine. It wasn’t worth the fight. And just when he was starting to settle into the rhythm of things, Millie came home. The front door swung open with force, and a shrill, excited voice echoed through the house. “Mommy! I’m home!” Steven barely had time to process the words before heels clacked against the hardwood floors, and Millie swept into the kitchen like she owned the place. She had the same blonde hair and striking features as Joan, but where Joan exuded maturity and elegance, Millie was all about herself. Her designer handbag was tossed onto the counter without a second thought, and she flashed Margaret a perfectly manicured smile. You wouldn’t believe she was a woman in her mid-thirties. “Did you miss me?” she asked, leaning in to press a dramatic kiss to Margaret’s cheek. “Of course, sweetheart.” Margaret chuckled, smoothing her daughter’s hair fondly. “The house has been far too quiet without you.” Then her eyes landed on Steven. “…Oh my God.” Steven tensed as she burst into laughter. “Oh, this is too good.” Millie stepped closer, grinning ear to ear. “You’re wearing a princess apron?” Steven’s face flushed hot. He wanted to tear the damn thing off, but he knew Margaret wouldn’t allow it. “I mean, I always knew you were a bit of a sissy, but this?” She turned to Margaret, eyes twinkling. “You’re making him play housewife?” Margaret smiled sweetly. “Oh, he’s been very helpful. Haven’t you, Steven?” Steven’s jaw tightened. Millie giggled, reaching out to ruffle his hair like a child. “Aww, you’re adorable.” Steven jerked away. “Don’t touch me.” Millie smirked. “Relax, princess. I was just admiring Mommy’s little helper.” Steven wanted to disappear. And worst of all—Joan didn’t say a word. She just sat there, looking at her phone as Millie and Margaret mocked him. It was as if she didn’t care anymore and it had only been a week since they moved in. He feared his relationship with his wife would deteriorate at this rate. But he endured it because he felt they were right. If he couldn’t provide for Joan, what could he expect from her? The following weeks were pure hell. If Margaret was subtle in her condescension, Millie was the exact opposite. She took every opportunity to mock him—calling him princess, housewife, and even Margaret’s little sissy maid. She never missed a chance to pat his head, pinch his cheek, or smirk at his discomfort. Steven tried to tune her out. But then Joan got a job, and things got worse. “You’re working for him?” Steven’s voice came out strained, disbelieving. Joan barely looked up from her phone. “Yeah. It’s a great opportunity.” Steven’s chest tightened. “Joan, he’s your ex.” “And?” She gave him a bored glance. “It’s not a big deal, Steven.” Steven gritted his teeth. “It feels like a big deal.” She sighed, setting her phone down. “Steven, grow up. It’s a job. He owns the company, but I don’t even report to him directly.” Steven crossed his arms. “That doesn’t change anything.” Joan ran a hand through her hair, her frustration evident. “You know what? I don’t have time for this. You should be happy for me. This job pays well, and it means we can move out sooner.” The word stung. Like she was the only one trapped here. Steven swallowed hard. “That’s not the point.” Joan grabbed her purse, rolling her eyes. “Whatever, Steven. I don’t have time for your insecurities.” And then she was gone. Leaving him alone with Margaret and Millie eight hours a day, five days a week. Joan was home less and less. At first, Steven tried to ignore it, told himself it was temporary, necessary—she was just busy. It was good that she had a job, right? They needed the money. But something felt different. She started coming home later and later. At first, it was only an hour or two past dinner, but soon, Steven found himself eating alone at the table, pushing food around his plate while Margaret and Millie cast knowing glances at each other. She used to text him during the day—little things: How’s your job search? Miss you. Hope your day’s okay. Those messages stopped. Now, whenever her phone buzzed, she’d glance at it, smirk, and turn the screen away. And the worst part? She had started dressing differently. Joan was never the type to care about makeup or her hair when going to work, but now she left the house looking like she was going on a date. At breakfast, Steven watched as she smoothed out her skirt, adjusting the way it hugged her hips. Her perfume lingered in the air, something subtle and sweet—something she hadn’t worn in years. Steven swallowed, forcing a smile. “You’re really dressing up for this job, huh?” Joan didn’t look up from the mirror. “I just want to look professional.” Steven nodded slowly. “Right. Professional.” His stomach twisted. The days were long, filled with endless cleaning, cooking, and listening to Margaret’s passive-aggressive remarks about what a husband should be. Every evening, his body ached, his mind exhausted from constantly keeping up, keeping quiet, keeping small. So when the first accident happened, he blamed the coffee. It was late afternoon. His knees ached as he scrubbed the kitchen floor, Margaret standing over him, checking for invisible specks of dirt. The warm scent of lemon cleaner lingered in the air, and the cool tiles pressed against his palms. Suddenly, it happened. A strange warmth pooled between his legs. His body tensed. His breath hitched. For a moment, his mind refused to process it. But then, the slow, horrifying realization sank in. His hands trembled as he lurched to his feet, bolting toward the bathroom. Margaret’s voice followed him. “Steven?” He slammed the door shut, heart hammering. Frantically, he yanked down his pants, staring at the small but undeniable damp spot. It was nothing. Just an accident. Too much coffee. Stress. That’s all. Nothing to worry about. He cleaned himself up, forcing deep, steady breaths. When he stepped out of the bathroom, Millie was leaning against the counter, her lips curled into a smirk. Steven froze. “Something wrong?” she asked. Her eyes flicked to his pants. Steven forced a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “No. Nothing.” “Mmm. If you say so.” She knew. Somehow, she knew, he could see it in her eyes. But it was a one-time thing. It wouldn’t happen again. The next day, it happened again. Then again. It was just a few drops. But it became more frequent. Nothing, however, would’ve prepared him for when it happened in his sleep. The first time Joan noticed, Steven woke to the sound of her sharp intake of breath. It was still the middle of the night. He didn’t register what had happened at first. The room was dimly lit, the hum of the ceiling fan the only sound—until Joan ripped the covers off him. “Oh my God, Steven.” The sheets beneath him were soaked. Steven’s breath caught in his throat. Panic rushed through him, cold and suffocating. His hands clenched into fists as he scrambled to sit up, but the damage was undeniable. “Are you kidding me?!” Joan asked in disgust. Steven opened his mouth, but no words came out. His mind was blank. Horrified. “I—I’m sorry,” he finally stammered. “Steven, you’re a grown man. This is not acceptable!” The door creaked open, and Steven flinched as Margaret stepped inside, her sharp eyes immediately scanning the scene. It was his worst nightmare. His mother-in-law stood there with that disapproving gaze of hers. “Well,” she said smoothly, exhaling as if she had been waiting for this moment. “I think Stevie here is showing us who he truly is.” Speechless, Steven tried to argue. He tried to tell her to get out of his room. But it wasn’t his room. It was hers. It was her home and he was only a guest. “I suppose we’ll have to take some precautions,” Margaret said with a grin. “We can’t have you ruining the mattress.” She turned to Joan, her voice practical, almost casual. “I think it’s time he started wearing protection.” ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hi guys, here's one of my latest stories. 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It was a cold, grey, February, Sunday afternoon. Lesley, my wife pulled slowly into the car park and stopped the car a short walk from the ice-cream kiosk. The ice-cream kiosk was always open on Sundays, no matter what the weather or the time of year, it would be in this sea-front car park, available for ice-creams, ice lollies and other confectionary. Inside I could see the ice-cream vendor, an attractive young female of around 18 years of age, slender with long blonde hair probably a student at the local college earning extra money to supplement her grant, she was reading a book to occupy her time, there would be few customers for her to serve on days like these. There were just three other cars in the large car park, the cars were empty ,their occupants probably taking a very brisk walk along the cold, windy seafront. "Well, what are you waiting for?" Lesley said. My heart was thumping, my mouth dry. "Please Lesley, don't make me go for an ice-cream" I begged my beautiful 34 year old wife. Lesley looked at me through the drivers mirror, I was sat in the rear seat. "Button up your coat and get going" she ordered. I fastened the soft pink buttons of the very childish styled coat that I was wearing. It was pale pink, made from brushed cotton, smocked and quite short, the kind of coat a six year old little girl would love to wear on a Sunday outing with her mother. As I nervously fastened my childish coat, I could see my bare, hairless legs, my frilly anklet socks and my childish pink patent Mary Jane shoes. The pale pink satin party frock with the masses of white petti coating with matching white lace that I was wearing did not want to be hidden away under the pretty pink coat. Try as I might I could not hide the fact that I was wearing a little girls dress. I had it specially made by a woman who owned a shop made sissy girl and baby attire for those that enjoyed the lifestyle, of course I had kept this a secret from Lesley. I looked once more at Lesley's grinning face in the mirror, she turned it slightly so that I could see just how ridiculous I looked. My hair was done in a typical little girl style parted down the centre with two wide pink ribbon bows holding it in bunches. My face was a picture of abject misery because I knew Lesley would not relent in sending me out for an ice-cream. "Please Lesley, don't make me go" I begged one more time, hoping for a reprieve. My fetish fantasy for humiliation was one thing but reality wasn't something I had ever considered. "If you do not get out of the car this very instant, I promise you, you will be turning up for work tomorrow in that pretty outfit" she stated flatly. I shivered in fear for I knew to my cost that whenever Lesley made a promise, she never went back on her word. "Have you got your money?" she asked, readjusting the rear view mirror so that I could see her smiling face. I opened my hand to reveal the money in my sweating palm, forty-five pence, all in one pence pieces. "Now go and get your ice-cream like a good little girl" she sneered .Her dark brown eyes meant business and it was pointless arguing with her, she always got her own way. The cold winter breeze rushed into the car as I opened my door, the wind blowing up my skirts, chilling my privates which were encased in a very frilly pair of flimsy sheer pink little girl style knickers covered in pale pink lace frills across the rear. The front of the knickers had an embroidery , "sissy girl pee pee" in large white letters. Lesley had purchased me lots more humiliating sissy clothing once she had found my secret hiding place .I was thrilled she had accepted my little sissy side until I realised she was becoming much more dominant. "Close the door" Lesley snapped. Having gingerly stepped out of the car ,I pushed the door shut, Lesley operated the central locking which locked the car with an ominous thud. I was trapped outside. The winter cold enveloped me and a shiver ran through my body, although I could still feel my face burning with embarrassment. I walked slowly towards the big white van. The wind blew open my coat, exposing my pretty dress and masses of petticoats which were so short I had to hold my dress down to prevent my frilly knickers from being exposed. The ice-cream girl was still reading her book as I approached, she looked up as she heard my shoes on the concrete car park surface. Lesley had fitted them with metal taps so I could easily be heard as I walked. I thought her eyes were going to pop out of her head as she stared at me in shock, then amusement. I stood at the van window, forced to look up to her like a small child because the kiosk floor was higher than the ground I was standing on. She slid open the window, grinning now and shaking her head in disbelief. "Yes?" she asked bursting into laughter holding her hand over her mouth. I could hardly speak. "Could I have an ice cream please" I croaked. "Any special flavour?" she managed to say in her fit of laughter. I shook my head. "Large or small?" she giggled. "Small please" I almost whispered my humiliation robbing me of the ability to talk. She could hardly get the ice-cream onto the cone, she was shaking so much with laughter. She handed down the cornet, I really did feel like a small child reaching up to take the cornet from an adult. I placed the money on the counter, the pennies noisily hitting the hard surface. "Have you raided your piggy bank?" she burst into hysterics again, I felt my face blush even redder, I waited, shivering with humiliation, as she counted the money into her till. I watched this lovely looking girl count each coin ,her lovely blue eyes burning into me each time she looked down at me, teasing me mercilessly .I could only imagine what she was thinking. "It's all there" she laughed still shaking her head. I turned quickly and walked away as a large gust of wind blew up my coat and lifting my short party dress exposing my frilly panties, I could clearly hear the girls laughter but I chose not to look back at this teasing teenager I just wanted to get back to the car as soon as I could, but stopped in horror. The car had gone. Panic surged through me as I scoured the car park for Lesley. Except for the three empty cars that were here when we arrived, the car park was empty, I felt tears well up in my eyes, Lesley had left me. I turned around, my hands to my mouth in fear, I had dropped my ice-cream, my skirts constantly blowing up in the wind, my dress, petticoats and my very frilly pink little girl knickers totally exposed to the ice-cream girl once again. I looked back at the girl she was busy filming or taking pictures of me with her phone. "What's the matter?" she asked in mock concern seeing the look on my face. "She's gone" I cried " my wife she's left me" I must have looked like a frightened little girl, standing before her in a pretty Short pink satin dress, wailing about being left alone. A warm sensation enveloped my groin, then I shivered as the cold wind found the urine running down my legs as I stood there and wet my knickers. A large pool was soon around my buckled shoes, the girl clearly seeing it develop from her position of just a few feet away looking down at me. "You've wet yourself and your Mummy has left you " she burst out laughing again, pointing to the pool that was forming around my pink Mary Jane shoes. ”My friends won’t believe this until I show them the the pictures and video ,its going to go viral” I burst into tears, real tears of humiliation, shame and fear. The girl threw her head back and laughed at me as I stood there crying like a child, looking for the world like an upset little girl in ribbons and frillies, surrounded by a puddle because I had just wet myself. "You'll just have to walk all the way home in your pretty clothes" she laughed “unless you want me to ring the lost children’s centre," she held up her mobile phone. I shook my shamed head, feeling my ribbons brush my face, turned and walked off. "Do you want another ice-cream little girl?" she shouted after me as I walked from the car park. For someone this young she was quite a sassy teen I thought to my self, full of confidence. I ignored her. It was five miles to our house from here. I walked as fast as I could luckily the streets were deserted on cold Sunday afternoons like this. A few cars passed and honked their horns but I just looked straight ahead and ignored their cat calls of "Fairy, Sissy Boy and Pansy". I felt even colder now that my legs, socks and frilly drawers were soaking wet. My short party dress offered no protection to the biting wind as it blew under my skirts and around my wet hairless privates. No matter how much I tried, I could not stop the wind from billowing out my petticoats, lifting them high in the air, if I held my dress down at the sides my skirts blew up at the front and back, the opposite happened if I held them there. Oh how I hated wearing little girl dresses with their short skirts and masses of petticoats in public view. It was almost dark as I stood at the house door, ringing the bell, Lesley allowed me in, a triumphant grin on her face. Later after I had prepared and served the evening meal, still in my humiliating clothes, I was told to get upstairs. "You have been a very naughty little girl" she stated, following me into the bedroom carrying a hard backed hairbrush, "dropping your ice-cream on the floor after saving up all those pennies" "I'm very sorry Lesley" I apologised like a penitent child, already nearly crying because I knew what the hairbrush was for. She motioned me to remove my knickers and lay across her lap now she was sat on a chair. WHAK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK She laid into my bare bottom. It didn't take much to make me cry these days and soon the room was full of the sounds of the brush landing on my bare bottom and me crying. Eventually she pushed me to the floor, where I lay on my back a blubbering wreck. She clearly loved having her revenge because I had kept my sissy side a secret from her all these years. "Because you have been such a naughty little girl, I have decided to punish you further. For wetting yourself like a baby" she sneered "I'm going to put you into a baby’s nappy." Victoria kindly knocked up a few of them for me as well as some more baby dresses and matching knickers along with a dozen pairs of plastic panties .She was quite surprised I had ordered baby girl items rather than little girl clothes you normally buy. Of course she fully understood when I told her about the sticky stains in your knickers and laughed when I mentioned your little thingy was resembled a "baby boy size .I even showed her the photos of your little pee pee to her and the other shop girls. I don't think you will be able to face them anymore eh dear. Yes we had quite a good talk. All the ladies agreed that a beautiful woman like me should be able find myself a real man very easily as no one your size is capable of ever pleasing a woman . Of course I mentioned that I get lots of nice complements from men including some at guys at work .I told them how often I find myself openly flirting with one of colleagues much more now since I had discovered your sissy side .I still love you and the shop girls know this , would never leave you. I have been thinking quite a lot about what it would be like to sleep with another man because you are unable to sexually satisfy me, you know this should be of no surprise to you . I need a strong dominant well endowed man share by bed occasionally .One of women suggested I should "cheat on you if you are unable to meet my sexual needs but not do it behind your back ......and because you are a sissy will just have to accept it" . Lesley was right I have been a regular customer at the lingerie shop for years especially when they began making more and more sissy clothing for an ever increasing number of clients. Victoria's business really began to expand after that and she took on more staff. Victoria was quite an attractive woman maybe early fifty's ,she employed three other women including one young eighteen year old apprentice called Amy who had recently began a part time college course on dress design. Amy is such a lovely looking girl , she always made me excited when we talked in the shop. She knew all the sissy little girl clothing I was buying was for me but bever said much other than I bet you look so cute in this or that". My penis became hard wondering what she actually thought about me, especially when she helped me try a little sissy dress on ,I was always wearing my little girl knickers when I went to the shop. I'm sure she noticed my tiny penis in my frilly panties but never mentioned it she just just smiled. Lesley's comment that I was unable to meet her sexual needs made my penis quite stiff .I knew I was never able to please her because of my diminutive size other than orally . I attempted to conceal my erection from her as she took a large white towelling nappy, pink headed nappy pins ,a pair of translucent plastic pants and plastic lined frilly rhumba pants from the chest of drawers and knelt down beside me. I was still sobbing deeply from the spanking as she took several baby wipes and cleaned around my hairless privates paying particular attention to my very small limp penis which is around one inch in size in its unaroused state .Smiling Lesly asked what had had my "baby dick" so hard. I didn't reply but I'm sure she had a good idea after all she had seen all my my computer history. Lesley smirked as she pinned the nappy together around my crotch ,then drawing the frilly pink crinkly soft baby pants up my legs and settling them over the nappy. "There, baby is all pinned up in his nappy and frilly baby knickers" she mocked "and baby can wear his nappies all week" rubbing the crotch gently with soft hands. She laughed at the look on my face "Yes, even at work tomorrow." "But how will I be able to get my trousers on" I sobbed. The nappies she had used were extra large, extra thick terry towelling and very bulky. She shrugged her shoulders. "That is not my problem" she laughed "all I know is, the nappies and the frillies stay on, if your stupid pants don't fit, you'll go to work with your shirt tucked in your baby knickers" she paused for effect THATS A PROMISS " I burst into further tears, those hated words "I promise" condemning me to a very humiliating day at work. She produced a big pink dummy and pushed it in my mouth, "Its your own fault for wetting yourself" she sneered “now get up and let me get you ready for bed." My satin party dress, petticoats, socks and shoes were removed. A new very frilly Short pink sheer nylon baby doll nightie and pink bootees were put in their place. "The young girl at the shop made this nightie especially for you including the frilly knickers you are wearing she's a lovely sweet pretty girl isn't she that Jenny. As you are now dressed like a baby in your nappy and pretty baby clothes, I might as well treat you like one" she announced. "crawl through to the spare bedroom I have another surprise for my little baby girl" She laughed at my frilly knickers and the noise the plastic pants made that stretched over my nappied behind ,the terry towelling bulging from underneath pink frilly plastic lined baby knickers and my matching nightie as I crawled. The spare bedroom had been re-decorated, she had turned it into a pastel pink nursery, dominating the centre of the room stood a large pink wooden barred cot. "You will not be sleeping in my bed anymore...... only REAL men are allowed to sleep with me" she stated " babies sleep in cots, so you will be put to bed in your cot every night from now on." "Not every night surely" I protested. "Every night" she laughed ",Lesley lowered the cot side. "And as babies go to bed very early, you will be put in your cot at five-thirty every night from now on." she said, motioning me to get into the baby bed. "But Lesley what about my squash league" I whined pathetically as I climbed into the cot. "Babies do not play squash" she scoffed. "But Lesley......no......I......" I began to protest again, she cut my complaints off. "Do you want me to ring Bill up and tell him the reason that you cannot play squash any more?" she asked, "should I tell him you will be safely tucked in your cot all dressed up in frilly baby clothes and pinned into a nappy?." I shook my head. Bill was a big black guy and the captain of the squash club .He was also Lesley's manager at her office that's how I got to know him. "One more complaint from you and I will be straight on the phone" she said slapping my frilly baby knickered behind with her hand as I climbed into my new cot. I laid on my back the waterproof mattress making a noise as tried to get comfortable ,Lesley now looking down at me ,her sissified pathetic husband .Smiling she leaning over into my cot her long straight blonde hair smelling of a fruity type of shampoo as she starting to pull the white baby girl motif blanket over me. "Lesley please...no.....I have to........" I started to say and immediately regretted opening my mouth. "Well!!!" she snapped exasperated. She left the covers, pulled up the side of the cot then stormed out of the room. I felt completely helpless, surrounded by pink bars wondering what my wife was going to do now. She returned to the bedroom holding her mobile phone in one hand the other resting on her hip. Her sexy slim curves in that tight short skirt looking provocative now staring at me menacingly . "Please Lesley" I cried in horror "I'm sorry I will not complain again." "Too late" she said pushing the buttons on the key pad. I could hear the ringing tone as Lesley held the phone to her ear. "Please Bill be out" I prayed to myself. The ringing tone stopped and a male voice answered the call, it was Bill. "Hello, Bill, its Lesley, " Lesley spoke into the mouth piece walking over to the cot and leaning against the bars. "I'm afraid David will not be able to come to play squash anymore". I heard Bill ask why was there a problem? "No reason really other than David will not be playing squash any more its because he will be sound asleep in his cot" she looked down at me smiling , I heard Bill repeat her words incredulously. "That's right Bill, a babies cot, and just like the baby he is he's wearing a nappy" she told him emphasizing the word nappy. I heard Bill laugh. "Your joking" he said. "No Bill I am not joking, David is in his cot as we speak, he is wearing a nappy, a very frilly pink pair of baby knickers and a short frilly pink nightie. I am looking at him now, he does look sweet" she laughed. The tone of conversation between her and Bill sounded overly friendly and I began to wonder if this was the colleague she had mentioned to the girls at the shop? "Yes Bill, of course you can speak to him you can have anything you want .... oh, he is crying at the minute, I have had to give him a very severe spanking on is bottom, so you'll have to excuse his sobbing "She sniggered. Grinning she handed me the phone. "Bill, its me Dave" I croaked. "Dave, what is Lesley talking about, is she going mad?" he asked. "No Bill she isn't going mad. I'm sorry but I will not be playing squash any more" I was sobbing as I spoke. "What's going on Dave, you sound like your crying. Lesley said something about giving you a spanking and you being in a babies cot and wearing a nappy, tell me it isn't true Dave" he said laughing. I could not answer him and burst into tears again. "It is true isn't it" he laughed "you're actually are in a cot and you're wearing a nappy and crying like a great big baby". I couldn't talk any more, Lesley took the phone from my trembling hand, she waited for Bill to stop laughing. "Yes Bill he is a just a sissy wimp" she laughed along with him. ” I might decide to send you a few pictures of him in his sweet baby clothes if you need proof” " Hell why not we can show all the ladies at he office what a sissy your husband is. What you need is a real man " I heard Bill say. "Perhaps you could show me what a real man is like , I have dropped enough hints this last few weeks " she said suggestively. “I haven’t been with one since I met my baby husband, If only I knew what I was letting myself in for ,my sex life has been rubbish ever since“ “What do you mean, he’s just rubbish at it ? “Bill said. Lesly paused for a moment before revealing yet another one of my secrets,” yes very much so, he’s erm shall we say not very big in that department, tiny in actual fact I have never been able to fully feel him . You see not only does he like wearing little girls clothes his puny penis is just too small , .....it’s the size of a toddler” She giggled looking at me staring me in the eyes. I could clearly hear Bill laughing " no way ha-ha that’s so funny what a sissy you really do need a real man if only you had told me before I would have bent you over my desk”. Yes, we played badminton many times, but I never once shared the communal showers unless it was empty. I had seen Bill naked in the changing rooms he was very well endowed putting my own minuscule penis to shame. Seeing him naked and his massive, long thick penis, at least five inches soft made me feel inadequate but strangely excited. My own penis was just three inches aroused and no thicker than my thumb. I often imagined him making love to Lesley. When she was at work I secretly masturbated dressing up in my frilly little girls clothing thinking him about him fucking my beautiful sexy wife over his desk. Lesley openly admitted she liked working with soon after he transferred to her department and her new line manager. She once asked me if I had seen him naked after our badminton, of course I never admitted I had but she knew he “looked good in pale grey trousers and some of the office girls call him BIG BILL ” she remarked . "Just give me half a chance, the pleasure will be all mine you won’t be disappointed" he responded. " Ohhh Bill I'm getting a bit excited by all this sexy talk ,you must have noticed how more sexily I have been dressing lately" she giggled like a schoolgirl." I’m so pleased I told you about him now, not many knows about all this. How about dinner tomorrow night?" suggested Lesley, "I could put something very sexy on, cook us both a meal, open a few bottles of David's best wine, then you could show me just what a real man can do" she said . I was numb with shock listening to my wife flirt so openly and making it clear sex was on offer. I wondered who else knows about my sissy side ? Bill was a well known womaniser, he kept all the guys at the squash club entertained with stories of his conquests, relating in graphic detail how he laid each particular female. I knew Bill only needed the slightest opening and he would be into her panties, and Lesley was making it all too easy for him. "I'd love to come, but what about Dave?" he asked. Lesley looked down at me and grinning . "Don't worry about him, Bill, he'll be tucked up in his cot by five-thirty, safe and sound in his nappies and baby girl clothes." Bill laughed "Can I see him? I can't wait to tell the rest of the guys." "Of course you can" She giggled, "I'll put him in a pretty baby dress too, if you like." "Promise?" Bill asked. "Oh, I promise" she replied looking directly into my eyes, and another gush of tears ran down my cheeks. "I can't wait, I will see you tomorrow night then, what time?" Bill's voice was full of enthusiasm. "Around seven will be fine" Lesley said. "Seven it is then, and Lesley don't forget to wear something really sexy" he said. "I won't, its a long time since I had a real man in this house" she giggled. "Good-bye Bill, see you tomorrow, say good-bye to Uncle Bill baby" She held the telephone to my mouth. "Bye Bill" I whimpered. "I'll see you tomorrow in your pretty dress" he laughed in a mocking tone. Lesley switched the mobile phone off. "You are going to have to learn that when I promise that I am going to do something, I mean it and this is a direct consequence. Perhaps you should have hidden all your frilly little girls clothing in a place I would not find them " she stated showing no sign of sympathy for me as I lay there snivelling in my cot. Its true I should have found a better hiding place and deleted all the pictures I had taken of myself in my sissy clothing in addition to deleting my computer history. She lowered the cot side, took a handkerchief and allowed me to blow my runny nose. She pulled up the baby blanket, and pushed a big doll under the covers next to me ."Now you go bye-byes" she cooeed in mock tones as if speaking to a real baby. She pushed a large pink dummy back into my quivering lips. "I want you to consider how much being a naughty little girl has cost you today David" she said pulling up the cot side and clicking it into place. "You ARE going to work tomorrow wearing a nappy and frilly baby pants, if your trousers don't fit, you'll go to work with nothing to cover them and everyone will see that you are wearing nappies. In the evening Bill will be coming over, he will definitely see you in your cot wearing nappies and one of your very pretty baby dresses." she smiled "and if everything what I imagine about him is true, I'll probably end up in bed with him" She gestured with her hands as to describe his penis size. Lesly then paused. "Just think David, Bill will be in my bed making love to me ,fucking me so hard in the room next door while you’re in here, in a cot wearing a pretty frilly baby dress those frilly plastic lined baby knickers and nappy yes just like a proper sissy baby girl ,sucking on your dummy". She threw her head back as she laughed loudly. My tiny penis became aroused again in the soft fluffy confines of my terry towelling nappy. Her teasing was both humiliating ,sexy and erotic. My masturbatory fantasies were about to become a reality ,my desire to see my lovely sexy wife pleasured by a real man outweighed any shame or dignity I had. Lesly sensed I was excited and stuck a finger into the elasticated leg opening of my frillies, gently she touched my rigid manhood. “Awwww poor baby getting all hard thinking about mummy fucking a real man eh .....his tiny ickle baby penis all stiff imagining uncle Bill on top of me I'll bet he is MUCH bigger .You really are a very weak sissy aren’t you .A real man would never allow his wife to sleep with some one else but you ….well wow its no wonder you want to dress like a little girl .I guess having my sexual needs met by another man relinquishes all your duties as a husband. That's fine by me because from now on I'm going to cuckold you” "And" she said once she recovered from laughing "because you dropped your ice-cream today, just as soon as you've saved enough pennies, you will be going back for another one." She made a quick calculation in her head "That should be in the middle of summer" she giggled "so you will not have your coat on to hide your pretty dress, and there should be lots of people about to see you" she laughed. She kissed me on the cheek ,her laughing voice faded down the stairs as she left me in darkness in the nursery. I cried myself to sleep contemplating an extremely humiliating twenty-four hours. I could see Bill in my mind, telling all my friends about me, and I tried to imagine his reaction when he saw me in the cot tomorrow night. Paroxysms of shame cursed through my body, I just hugged my dolly and sucked furtively on my dummy for comfort, and fell into a very troubled sleep. February mornings are dark, and because there was no clock in the nursery I had no idea of the time. I had had a very restless nights sleep, strange dreams of people laughing at me and little babies crawling around with my head on their tiny shoulders had caused me to wake several times. Each time I turned I could feel the hard wooden bars of the cot, reminding me I was sleeping in an infants bed. I was wide awake now, absolutely bursting to go to the toilet. I was unsure of what was expected of me, should I get up and prepare breakfast as normal or should I wait in the cot for Lesley to get me out like a child. My sides ached, I needed to pee so badly. I decided to get up, make Lesley a really nice breakfast, I really needed to get into her good books. I had just knelt up in the cot, feeling for the catches that held the cot side up, when the door swung open and Lesley turned on the light. I blinked as the bright light hurt my eyes, Lesley was all ready dressed. "Diddums babykins have a woverly sweepy time then" she cooeed in syrupy tones. I nodded sullenly. She lowered the cot side. "Bweakfast time pwecious" she giggled. "Lesley, I need to use the bathroom" I said crawling onto the floor. She ignored me. "Is babykins going to be a good little baby girl for mummy today" she said sternly. I nodded, I did not want to incur her wrath so early in the morning. "Baby crawl down stairs for his breakfast then" she snapped. Reluctantly I made my way downstairs, finding it a little frightening taking the stairs in this infantile way. She ushered me into the kitchen and watched my face as I spotted the new large pink highchair that she had put in the centre of the room. "Up you get baby" she laughed patting my frilly padded bottom. "Lesley where on earth did you get this?" I gasped climbing into the wooden seat as she held the plastic tray out of the way. "Bernard made it for me" she told me, lowering the tray down and fixing it in place in front of me. Bernard was the local handyman, he did jobs for all the neighbours, such as decorating, gardening or fixing things. "Didn't he ask what it was for?" I asked incredulously. Bernard was a good worker, but he was a "busy-body" he knew every ones business and made sure he related his gossip to any one that would listen. "Yes, of course" she giggled, "I told him it was for you". I groaned in despair. "Put your feet in here" she ordered There was a piece of wood just above my ankles, it had two semi-circles cut into it where Lesley positioned my legs. Another piece of wood, exactly the same was hinged onto the first at one end, Lesley brought the two pieces together, like a set of old fashioned stocks they trapped my legs in place. Lesley slipped a small padlock through a hasp that had been screwed into the edge of the ankle stocks, and clicked it shut. She smiled that evil smile when she had me just where she wanted me, I shuddered in fear. "Put your arm down here" she giggled pointing to a steel hand-cuff that was fixed to the side, open ready to accept my wrist. The steel was cold as she pushed it into place around my arm, another hand-cuff at the other side rendered me completely helpless. "There now babykins is all ready for his bweky-weky" she laughed . "Lesley, please, I really need to go to the bathroom" I whined completely trapped in the high chair. "What are you wearing on your bottom, David?" she asked. "A nappy" I admitted blushing. "Tell me, David, why do babies wear nappies?" she spoke with the tone of a school teacher talking to an errant child. "Because they cannot control their bladders" I said weakly "but I can" I added quickly. "You cannot, you wet your pretty knickers yesterday" she scoffed. "But.....I....." I started to say. "But nothing" she snapped " babies wear nappies so they don't get their pretty clothes wet when they do their wee wee's, you will use your nappy just like a little baby. And it will stay on until I decide to change it, your pretty plastic baby pants will make sure it doesn't leak onto your clothes" I could hold myself no longer, as she prepared a large bowl of rusks in milk, I relieved my self into the nappy. Lesley laughed at my blushing face, she knew I had wet myself. "Has babykins done his wee wee then" she mocked. I nodded dumbly. Lesley tied a big bib around my neck, then talking to me all the time like a baby, spoon fed me a bowl of sweet, mushy baby food. A large babies bottle full of sickly sweet baby milk followed, I wretched at the taste as I sucked on the latex teat of the bottle, but Lesley made sure I drank the whole bottle. She wiped my face clean with the bib, admonishing me for being a messy baby, then released me from the highchair. "Time to get ready for work, David" she announced, ushering me back up stairs. She informed me that when I was in nappies I could only crawl about the house, I would be allowed to walk only when I had my proper clothes on, or my little girl outfit. She also informed me that she did not intend to change me until I came home from work, she said she wanted me to get used to the feel of wearing a wet nappy telling me she wanted me to develop a really nice nappy rash. "I wonder what the young girls will say when I take you to the chemists to get some nappy rash cream David" she sniggered, "they are bound to ask how bad your nappy rash is, I will just have to pull back your frilly baby pants and nappy to show them" My normal clothes were given to me on a hanger and she left me to dressed, telling me to fold my baby nightie up like a good little girl. I put on my white shirt and tie, grey socks and then attempted to get my trousers on, it was impossible, the pants would not fasten together due to the bulk of the nappy, I even broke the zip trying desperately to hide my nappied condition. I was close to tears when she walked in. "They won't fit" I said almost in a whisper. "Take them off" she ordered "now get your shoes on". I was still snivelling as she handed me my briefcase. "You cannot go out like that David, you look a ridiculous" she said shaking her head. "Oh thank-you, Lesley" I gasped with relief thinking that she had relented on her intention to send me to work looking like this. "Your shirt needs tucking into your knickers" she laughed "there that is better" I almost fainted with shame as she led me to a mirror once she had adjusted my shirt. I looked absolutely ridiculous in my shirt, tie, socks, heavy shoe sand my frilly knickers and nappied behind. "Off you go, David, and have a good day at the office" she laughed marching me to the front door. "Please Lesley" I bawled, tears streaming down my face "don't make me go like this" The front door was open now and I felt the cold winter wind on my bare legs. "Bye bye David" she laughed shoving me in the back so I was clear of the door step, then the door slammed shut, I heard it being locked behind me. I stood there trembling with fear rooted to the spot. Lesley opened the door "I suppose I could ring work and tell them your ill" she suggested. I felt elated at her show of kindness. I dropped to my knees "Thank-you, thank-you" I sobbed. "There will be a price to pay though" she sneered looking down at me snivelling at her feet. "Anything" I cried, desperate to be allowed back into the house before anyone saw me. "You had better mean that David, this is the only time I will break my word, and that is a promise" she sneered "I do Lesley, I will do anything you say" I croaked .Once inside she took me back to the nursery and stripped me of my office clothes. "You will be off work all week" she told me, "your due some holidays anyway. During this week you will act exactly like a baby, do you understand" I nodded. "You will not utter one single word that I can understand from now on, you are only allowed to say goo goo or ga ga or any other baby sound you can think of, but no words, now let me hear you try, and remember you are a baby girl" "Goo goo goo goo ga" I squeaked. She laughed. "Not bad for a first attempt. It will come much easier by the end of the week, but I warn you David, if you talk once like an adult while you are in baby clothes, you will be sorry, and that is a promise" She put my frilly nightie back on me and made me crawl back to the kitchen where I was put back in my highchair, she only locked my feet and my left arm in the restraints. "I want you to suck your thumb, baby" she said raising my hand and sticking my thumb in my mouth. "I want that thumb in your mouth all the time, it only comes out at mealtimes" I was informed. "Goo goo goo" I gurgled the thumb restricting my speech even more. "By the time I'm finished with you, sucking your thumb will be second nature" she giggled "I wonder what they'll say at the office when you can't stop sucking your thumb" Lesley picked up the phone and rang the office she informed them that I was wasn't feeling too well and they agreed to give me the week off against my holiday entitlement. "Now baby can stay at home all week with her mummy" she said pinching my cheek. "Goo ga goo ga goo" I mumbled. She was full of herself as she tidied the kitchen up and put the breakfast items in the dish-washer. Once the kitchen was to her satisfaction she made herself a cup of fresh coffee, I had to have another bottle. While she was drinking her coffee she wrote a list of items she required for the meal with Bill tonight. "I wonder what a real man would like to eat" she mused teasing me, "should I get him a nice steak, or perhaps oysters. Oysters are supposed to turn a real man on and I want to make sure Bill is really horny tonight" she giggled "what do you think babykins?" "Goo goo goo" I said dribbling on to my bib. "I'll need some tins of baby food for you babykins, you are not old enough to eat adult food yet are you?" she asked wiping my chin. "Ga ga ga goo" I answered in baby talk. She stood behind me and ran her hands in my long hair. I had not had my hair cut for six months now, Lesley had trimmed the ends to keep it tidy, and it was more or less in a "page boy" style. "Wouldn't babykins look sweet if I died her hair blonde and permed it into pretty ringlets" she laughed. I wanted to say "no" but just continued gurgling like a baby. "I'll call at the hairdressers on the way back from the supermarket" She smiled putting her coat on "I'll be able to have your hair nice and pretty for when Bill comes tonight". I felt tears of frustration and humiliation welling up inside me. "Now don't start crying babykins, mummy has to go to the shops to get some things, you stay in your highchair like a good little baby, I'll be back soon" she said picking up her handbag and the car keys. She pulled the highchair round so I was facing the kitchen window. "Bernard always cuts the grass on a Monday morning, remember to give him a wave when he comes" she laughed and breezed out of the back door. I was left alone. The kitchen clock ticked away slowly as I sat in utter boredom in the high chair. Later the peace was shattered when I heard the sound of a motor mower start up in the front garden. Bernard had arrived and would soon finish the small front lawn, I knew this nosy old man was bound to look through the kitchen window. I desperately tried to get out of the highchair, but it was futile, Bernard had done an excellent construction job. I heard the back garden gate squeak as Bernard brought his mower through. Sure enough his grizzled old face appeared at the window, a broad smile on his face. He waved his fingers as if waving at a child and burst into laughter. I sat absolutely helpless sucking my thumb. He disappeared and his mower burst into life drowning his coarse laughter. It was twelve-thirty when his mower stopped and silence reigned once again, this coincided exactly with Lesley's return. "Good day ma'am" I heard him say. "Hello Bernard, would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?" Lesley’s voice answered. Surely she couldn't bring him inside the house I quailed. "Love one ma'am, its bitter cold this morning" he replied. The lock turned in the door and it swung open, Lesley entered first grinning from ear to ear, Bernard followed, desperate to get a better look at me in the highchair he had constructed. "Sit down Bernard" she smiled at my red face. "Hello babykins, did my big baby miss mummy" she cooed pinching my cheek. "Goo ga goo goo" I said in a hoarse whisper. Bernard could not keep his eyes off me while Lesley poured them both a cup of coffee. "My husband is being punished for being very naughty, Bernard" Lesley informed him sitting next to him at the breakfast table. "Quite right too I expect" he laughed. Lesley told him all about my outing to get an ice-cream dressed up as a little girl and how I had wet a very expensive pair of knickers. Bernard was rolling with laughter as she related each detail. "So he is now in nappies" she finished. "Nappies, a grown man in nappies" he howled. "Yes nappies, come and look" she said standing up. She raised the plastic tray as far as it would go with my arm trapped in the hand-cuff, she pulled up the frilly nightie "There you are Bernard, a grown man in nappies" she also showed him the nappy was wet. I never, a grown man in a wet nappy" he kept repeating to himself as Lesley showed him to the door. "You'll be the talk of the neighbourhood by the end of the day babykins" she giving me another bottle feed. My nappy was sopping wet by the time Lesley decided to take it off me. She put me in a heavily scented bath washed my hair and scrubbed me clean. She dried me then led me over to the white basin where the pink/blonde hair dye had been prepared. She put the wet towel over my shoulder, then started applying the hair colouring. Satisfied she had put enough on, she sat me in a chair then proceeded to severely pluck my eye brows. The dye was eventually washed out and she towel dried my hair sniggering at its new colour. Back on the chair I had to sit still while she applied acrid smelling perm solution to small strands of hair then put it in the tiniest of rollers. It took well over an hour to put them in, a pink hair net followed then I was taken into the nursery put into a clean nappy and put into my cot for an afternoon nap while my hair dried and Lesley got on with her preparations for the evening. I did not go to sleep, of course, I just laid there, listening to Lesley as she sang happily to herself. Delicious smells permeated upstairs into my room, I was starving hungry, all I had had to eat so far was the rusks in milk at breakfast and three large bottles of babies’ milk. "Is babykins wide awake then" she gushed as she entered the room. "Mummy has got babies din-dins all ready for her baby girl" she said letting me out of the cot, following me as I crawled down to the kitchen. Several pans were boiling away on the cooker, my mouth watered at the smell. I was soon locked into the highchair, as I was about to be fed she allowed me to stop sucking my thumb, which was already quite sore from being in my mouth all day. Is my baby vewy hungwy" she cooeed. "Ga ga goo goo ga" I squeaked. The micro-wave oven bell pinged and Lesley took out a huge plastic bowl of brown mush. "Here's babies din-dins" she giggled putting the bowl on the highchair tray. She shovelled in a huge spoonful; it was foul and only just warm. I tried to spit it out only for her to scrape it off my chin and bib and shove it back in again. "This is proper baby food out of a tin, all babies have this for their din-dins" she said scraping the bowl as the contents finally disappeared "you had better get used to it's taste babykins, you will be having food like this for all your meals" she grinned "and that is a promise". "Woverwy chocky pudding next, babykins" she sang. Another large bowl was put on the tray, this time full of dark brown chocolate pudding. It was sickly sweet and again I tried to reject it, to no avail I was forced to eat it all. "All gone, babykins, who's a cwever baby girly then" she laughed. "Ga ga ga ga goo" I gurgled, glad that the ordeal was over. Lesley opened a bottle of red wine and poured a large glass. "Does baby want a dwinky" she sang holding up the glass. "Goo goo goo goo ga" I gurgled enthusiastically. She took a large gulp of the wine "It's a good job I made you a big titty bottle of milk then" she laughed as she teased me. She saw the look of disappointment on my face as she brought over the babies bottle. "Babies don't drink wine, babykins" she laughed pushing the teat into my mouth "Only adults like Mummy and Uncle Bill are allowed to drink wine. Babies must drink milk so they become big and strong" The milk was sickly sweet and not at all refreshing but I was forced to drink the lot. When I had finished, she let me out of the highchair, cleaned my face with a scented baby wipe and led me back to the nursery. "I'll get baby ready first, then you can sit on the floor and play with your dolly whilst mummy gets all dressed up for Uncle Bill" she said. She went to the tall wardrobe and pulled out a very frilly pink satin baby dress . "Look what mummy has got for her little baby girl , Amy at the shop made this for you after I called in first thing this morning. She was asking about you and I told her about my date with Bill tonight, she looked a bit surprised I had found someone so soon but hoped it goes well for me .She wants to know ALL details she can share with the other ladies in the shop ,they all like a good gossip so I'm sure I will have something to chat about next time I call in. I told her I will end up in bed with Bill and don't expect to be disappointed because I can tell he has a big package ,poor girl blushed at that then began to laugh. She said the dress will be ready by 4 this afternoon and true to her word it was ready. I might ask her to babysit if she's up for it? I asked her to come up with something very humiliating and sissy babyish because Bill wants to meet my baby girl , she has done a marvellous job." The pale pink dress had little puff sleeves and a tiny lace collar. The skirt hung from a high waist in typical baby girl fashion, it was very short, much shorter than my party frock, and frilly, lacy petticoats were sewn into the satin dress to make the skirt stand out. It was soon over my head, my arms in the puff sleeves and she buttoned it up at the back. She held up a pair of ultra frilly baby knickers that matched the dress, pale pink satin with pale pink frothy lace across the front and rear of the panties. Lesley pointed to the motif sewn on the front just below the pink satin bow. This was Amy's idea see look what it says .... "sissy's 3 inches" aren't they just cute ,she obviously membered seeing the naked photos of you dear " Lesley began laughing. Lesley removed my rhumba panties and picked up the new ones pulled them over my be-nappied and plastic pantied behind. A pair of frilly ankle socks came next and were put on my feet. "Look what else mummy has got for her lucky little baby" she said proudly holding up a pair of pink baby shoes in my size ,Amy said there a sort of sissy baby girls design . Aren't they sweet?". "Ga ga ga ga" I gurgled my reply, watching her fasten them on my feet. "Now let's get babies rollers out of your pretty hair" she announced. The hair net was carefully removed followed by the curlers. "Oh my goodness" she gasped as the last roller came out. She took a length of white ribbon and I felt her tie it tightly at the top of my head. "Fantastic" she said "absolutely fantastic, come and see what a pretty baby you are, babykins." I crawled to the full length mirror and gasped at the transformation. I hardly recognised myself as the overgrown baby girl stared back at me. The ribbon bow perched on masses of blonde curls which cascaded around my face, the dress was ultra babyish in design, so short my frilly knickers and nappy were clearly on view, the frilly ankle socks and baby shoes finishing the outfit off to perfection. I hung my head in shame. "You look adorable babykins" she gushed. "Now hold still while I finish you off" she ordered fetching her make-up bag. Pale pink eye shadow, black mascara and bright red lip-stick were applied to my face. "You don't seem to need any blusher" she giggled dropping the lip-stick into her bag. I looked like a baby doll. Time was getting on, I was sat on the floor in her bedroom, given the rag doll to play with while she showered. She came back into the room smelling of really sexy perfume and wearing a [sexy pair of white silky panties Sh. Her beautiful slender figure in close proximity , I felt my manhood start to react inside its towelling prison. "See what your missing, babykins" she teased as she caressed her breasts "isn't Uncle Bill in for a treat" She dressed in a white satin and lace Basque and sat down whilst rolled white stockings up her legs attaching them to the suspenders. "These should turn Uncle Bill on, don't you think so babykins" she giggled holding up a pair of white satin and lace bikini style panties, they were full cut in style .My baby sized penis throbbed and no doubt leaked precum into my nappy. I had often worn Lesley panties without her knowledge or at least I thought she was unaware. "Goo goo goo goo" I gurgled holding the doll to my breasts as my stunning wife stepped into the panties. She sat at her vanity table and carefully applied her make up, she then took the hair dryer and styled her long blonde hair. She put on a short blue flowery dress that clung to her slim figure. Four inch black patent high heeled shoes completed her outfit. She looked stunning. "Well babykins, do you think mummy looks beautiful" she said admiring herself in the mirror. "Ga ga ga goo goo" "More to the point, will Uncle Bill think I look beautiful, and want to make love to your mummy". She laughed at the absurdity of it, there I was, her husband, dressed in a pretty baby girl dress frilly baby knickers and a nappy playing with a doll, watching her get ready to get laid by her boss and my badminton partner. She found it so amusing that her control over me was so great, that even though I knew Bill would not only screw her, but tell everyone of my friends about me being dressed as a baby and make me a laughingstock at the squash club. I just sat there on the carpet looking up at her in my ridiculous clothes and my Shirley Temple hair style hoping for her mercy. I had absolutely no chance, she wanted Bill to make passionate love to her, but most of all she wanted Bill to see me as a pathetic baby girl. "Just look at the time babykins, its time for your beddy-byes" she announced. "Crawl into your cot mummy will be through in a minute" Dejectedly I crawled into the cot. As I waited for her to come into the nursery, I tried to summon up enough courage to overcome my submissiveness, I decided that as her husband, I was not going to allow her to let Bill into this house. I knew she would be extremely angry and I would suffer terribly for standing up to her ,but I had to do it. Lesley breezed into the room. I felt sick trying to get the courage up to confront her. She pulled the baby blanket cover from the cot and raised the side. I was just about to speak when she reached over to the other cot side unfastened a clip and pulled a barred lid over the top of the cot. I watched in horror as it fitted the cot exactly, Lesley quickly locked it in place with two large padlocks. I was trapped in baby clothes in the cot. It had only taken a few seconds, any thoughts I had of rebelling disappeared as I realised the futility of my position. Lesley squatted down to my level .Her dark brown eyes staring at me mockingly. "Oh dear, David, you are in a jam aren't you" she smiled "locked in your cot in your pretty baby girl clothes, Bill will be here soon, and you haven't even got any covers to hide under" she threw her head back and laughed. She walked out of the room, leaving me alone in my baby cage. I felt like a condemned prisoner in his cell as the time went by slowly. When the door bell rang, my heart missed a beat. Lesley had left my nursery door open purposely, I heard her high heels walk down the hall and the front door open."Bill, how nice to see you, I'm so glad you could make it" Lesley’s voice said. "I wouldn't have missed this for the world" Bills voice said "Jesus, but you look stunning Lesley." "Why thankyou kind sir" she giggled "I bet you say that to all your girlfriends" I listened as Lesley openly flirted with him in the hall .No doubt she did the same at work when they were alone in the office. "Are you wearing stockings?" he asked "I cannot resist beautiful ladies in stockings." "Why don't you find out?" she replied huskily. It went rather quiet for a few minutes and I imagined his hands snaking their way up her short black dress ,running up and down her thighs exploring for suspenders maybe even touching her panties. "Oh Bill" she moaned loud enough for me to hear, they were clearly kissing each other loudly. "Lesley, were you joking about Dave being in a babies cot last night?" he eventually enquired . "Certainly not" she laughed, "I've got him all ready for you upstairs or should I say her she giggled." “No one’s going to believe your husband likes dressing up as a baby girl” he said sniggering. “Well feel free to take a few pictures of him I don’t mind not anymore I want everyone to know “ "Be my guest" she giggled "come on I'll show you where SHE is" I shut my eyes in shame as I heard the heavy footsteps climb the stairs. "There she is …my husband " …. my pretty baby girl" I opened my eyes to see them both standing in front of the cot holding hands, the room echoing with their laughter. "Smile Dave" Bill said pointing his camera phone at me and blinding me with the flash. He took a lot of photos, Lesley stood by smiling down at me, she pulled up my dress exposing my frilly baby panties and plastic pants to let her lover I would be in no position to threaten him ,that I was just a weak sissy adult baby and a baby girl at that, showing him my nappy .Lesley took out my tiny penis for his amusement .Flash after flash each photo more humiliating than the last. Satisfied he had taken enough pictures he put his camera phone down, Lesley joined him at the cot side and their arms went round each other’s waists as they kissed then looked down on me. "Don't you think he makes the prettiest baby girl, Bill" Lesley giggled. "I've got to say that dress really suits him" he laughed "the hair and ribbon, the ringlets, those frilly socks and those cute baby shoes. , Dave, I don't think I have ever seen you in clothes that suit you so much" I hung my head in shame trying my hardest not to burst into tears. "But there is one thing that suits him more than any other" he added "What’s that Bill his frilly pink baby knickers " Lesley asked. " Yes AND His nappy" he burst out laughing, I burst into tears. He pulled Lesley close to him and they French kissed, his hands all over her. "Oh Bill your such a real man" she moaned. Her hand feeling his crotch .The trousers tented out as his penis became erect. Lesley became even more excited his penis pushing into her dress, feeling his huge hardness was having a sexual effect upon my wife I had never known before. She frantically began unbuckling his belt. Bill forced her to the floor and was soon on top of her pulling at her black dress. "Oh, Bill, not in front of the baby" She laughed looking at me crying in the cot. "Baby is much to young to know what we are doing Lesley, baby will just think were playing horsey" he laughed pulling his trousers down. Lesley pulled her panties down and slid them around one of her ankles. I was forced to watch as he kissed her breasts then between her thighs, she moaned with pleasure. She returned the compliment; she took his rampant manhood in between her lips. Soon they were making love and the room Lesley grabbed at Bills penis as it jutted out from his muscular tight torso, it wobbled in front of her excited eyes ,a look of shock on her face, the long thick shaft excited Lesley as let out an unvoluntary moan at the sheer size. His penis was indeed very large. “Oh Bill wow that’s enormous no wonder the girls in the office stare at you and call you "BIG BILL",I…. I .. must admit I have noticed the bulge in your trousers but god I never knew you were this big…. please be careful I have bever been with anyone this big before .” She said with a slight concern. Bill smiled at her " eight inches hun hope you are ok with that I will be careful don't worry ”? “Oh Bill …of course YESSS…eight inches jeez , well that’s a good few extra inches more than my poor baby husband can manage she giggled nervously, AND so much thicker as she placed one of her hands around the thick manly penis it was thicker than her wrist .“she laughed looking across at me in my cot as I began to rub the front of my knickers. She smiled at me pleased I was also enjoying the show .Any feelings of guilt evaporating in that moment. Knowing I was masturbating gave her the clear signal that her adultery was not only accepted but empowered her even more for the sexual freedom she had longed for. "AWWWW look Bill poor sissy baby David is playing with his ickle tiny pee pee ... this turns him on , ....you want to watch Mummy and uncle Bill have some grown up fun eh baby girl" she teased looking straight at me. I could only nod my head in shame. " Pull your frilly knickers to the side and show Mummy and uncle Bill your plastic pants and nappy Baby... theses a good girl" she sniggered before turning back to Bill to kiss him once more clearly making a show for my humiliating benefit. Lesley placed his penis at he entrance of her wet vagina as Bill carefully pushed himself into her, she closed her eyes as each inch of his thick long organ stretched her wide ,penetrating her deeper and deeper than any one had before. I watched as she let out a loud moan she closed her eyes tightly and gripped his buttocks , he was almost all the way inside her. Her long slender legs crossed over the small of his back, her white satin panties draped over one of her stiletto shoes waving as if surrendering to her lover as he began thrusting deep into her .Lesly arched her back ,gripped his buttocks tighter and tighter she clamped her mouth into his shoulder to help muffle her cries of passion. She sobbed and moaned ,the feeling of being filled and the added extra thick girth of his shaft gave her pleasure she had never experienced with me .Bills pace quickened ,he grunted , the loud noise of his muscular thighs slapping against Lesley's inner thighs .My darling sexy wife finally managed to accept his full eight inch length. Yes she was beginning to get use to the unfamiliar length and girth of this much longer rigid dimension that was invading her intimate parts. He then took her legs and placed them over his broad shoulders , baring all his weight on top of her he slammed hard into her once more. Long deep strokes ,his heavy balls slapping against her buttocks. Her wet slick vagina stretched like never before Lesley shrieked in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he thrust his oversized penis so deep into my beautiful. Lesley sobbed ,moaned and cried out until finally until she climaxed, her entire body began to shake and shudder, her face flushed red .Bills long thick oversized penis was a blur as he pistoned in an out of her ,Lesley shuddered more violently as she climaxed again and again her toes curled she bucked upwards to meet his downward thrusts enjoying the new sensation of being penetrated .My own attempts were very poor as on most occasions I simply slipped out of her all too easily much to her frustrations. Bill probably bever had this problem with all the women he slept with .I thought to my self as I sat and watched the two lovers from my pink cot how she will never want my tiny baby sized package inside now if she struggled to feel me before Bill now she never will.. Eventually after what seemed ten minutes or more Bill groaned releasing his hot sticky goo deep into Lesley's willing into her now loosening willing vagina . They lay together for a few minutes getting their breath back, Lesley was sobbing ,a tear ran down her cheek followed by a blissful smile of utter satisfaction . They kissed some more before Bill withdrew his softening penis from her. His cock still more than twice my size when flaccid ,it was wet and slimy from the mixture of their cum .Then they sat up and looked at me, they both burst out laughing at the sight of me in my sissy baby clothes , my hand still rubbing at my tiny penis which was now poking out of the leg openings of my baby knickers. Bill helped Lesley to her feet she took her panties off her ankle and mopped up their cum from her saturated vagina.She then walked over to my cot and placed the soft silky satin panties over my head. The crotch was soaked, the smell intoxicating sex fluids. My penis at its full three inches had spurted its own load into my nappy as I rubbed my knickers and penis watching them fuck just a few feet away. "That is what real men do Dave" Bill sneered , "they do not wear dresses and frilly baby knickers with wet nappies ." "Baby girls do though" Lesley joined in laughing "come on Bill lets get something to eat and drink." "Nighty-night diddum’s" he mocked. Lesley gently bent forward into my cot her long blonde hair tickling my cheeks and her blue eyes gave a clear indication she had been well and truly sexually satisfied smiling she kissed me on the forehead. "Nighty-night babykins" she laughed adjusting her wet musky scented panties so that the crotch covered my nostrils. They turned and left in each other’s arms leaving me in the darkness. I must have cried myself to sleep for I didn't hear Bill leave. It was also quite late in the morning as it was light outside and still Lesley hadn't unlocked the cot lid. My nappy was wet as I had had to relieve myself in the night, and now I was desperate to open my bowels. For the last couple of hours I had fought against soiling my nappy, but it was a battle I couldn't 'win. Suddenly my will power collapsed and I felt the mess squeeze into my nappy and between my legs. It was the most degrading act, it confirmed my status as a baby, a baby girl. Shortly after, Lesley danced into the room, wearing a flimsy white silky negligee with nothing underneath apart from some equally flimsy white silky panties. She looked like the cat that had just had the cream. "Pooh, has babykins had an accident" she giggled unlocking the cot. "Goo goo goo goo ga" I stammered. I was told to go down stairs and get in my highchair. She followed and locked me securely into it. The kitchen was full of the smells of a cooked breakfast, my mouth watered as she filled two plates with bacon, eggs, sausage and beans. She put one plate close to the highchair, "Hungry baby?" she smiled. I nodded. "Goo goo" I said in my best baby girl voice. "Well mummy will get yours after me and Bill have had ours" she laughed. "Bill its on the table" she called up the stairs.Bill came into the kitchen wearing one of my robes and kissed Lesley full on the lips "God you are one sexy lady" he said patting her silky panties on her bottom. "Get your breakfast before it gets cold" she giggled like a schoolgirl. He sat down and looked at me. "Coochee coochee coo" he laughed and pinched my cheek viciously. They both ate their breakfasts laughing at me in between mouthfuls. "Baby has pooh pooh'ed his nappy" Lesley informed him. He shook his head in disbelief "Wearing baby clothes is one thing" he sneered "but actually soiling himself is another, do you know, I actually think he enjoys being in nappies". Lesley looked at my beetroot red, tear stained face. "I don't think so" she laughed " but babies have no choice, they wear nappies whether they like it or not although he does like wearing frilly little girls clothing , he’s much cuter as a baby girl I think " Lesley finished her breakfast first, poured some coffee, then filled my large plastic bowl up with baby mush. "What is that?" Bill asked "it looks revolting." "It is" she laughed, "its babies breakfast" She took a large spoonful and held it to my lips. "Open wide babykins" she ordered. I shook my head. She just held my nose until I gagged for air and in it went. Bill howled as I was force fed. Lesley then gave me my bottle in front of him. Tears were soon flowing again as they both mocked me for being a great big baby in a dirty nappy. Lesley sat on Bills knee in front of me, and I watched as Bills hand slipped in between her inner thighs and began touching her white silk panties crotch. "It's a pity he wasn't at the squash club last night" he said caressing her sex even more so that a damp patch appeared on her knicker gusset. "Why?" moaned Lesley. "He would have found out that we are having a fancy dress night this week" Bill smiled. "Your kidding" she screamed. He shook his head. "For all members and their wives or girlfriends, and fancy dress is compulsory" they both laughed again at my tear stained face. "We'll have to go" she said excitedly, getting aroused again by Bill's attentions to her sex. "Promise?" Bill said kissing her deeply on the the lips. "Promise" she moaned and her tongue plunged into his open mouth. Bill stood up, picking Lesley up physically, as he rose. She clung on to his neck still kissing him. I saw his large hands on her white satin covered buttocks as her robe slipped off her shoulders onto the floor .His large thick erection was pressing into her tummy. "Oh Bill you're so strong" she gasped. "I'm just taking your wife up to her bedroom to make love to her again, Dave." he triumphantly informed me, "you be a good little baby while we are away" They left me alone in the highchair, the baby food around my mouth drying hard, my soiled nappy reminding me just what a big baby I had become. Bill stayed all day, I never saw much of either of them, I was put back into my cot with my doll and rattle to play with. The lid was locked back in place and I was forced to listen to their love making as I played with Lesley’s soiled panties still quite damp from the night before I held them to my nose as they fucked in the next room. My hand wandering down to wank my tiny penis imagining Bill on top of my wife ,I could clearly hear rhythmic sounds of the bed banging and rattling through the open door of my nursery my wife's loud moaning as Bill thrust in and and out of her, giving Lesley the pleasure I was never able to. The dirty nappy was not changed either and I could feel a severe nappy rash developing as the acids in my eliminations worked against my skin. It was early evening when Bill had to go, they came into the nursery arms wrapped around each other, Lesley was swearing a sort white silk nightie .Bill had wanted to take another look at the sissy me. They both laughed as they flicked through the snaps on his phone showing me the most humiliating ones. "Wait until the guys see these tonight" he laughed. They kissed again then Lesley showed him to the front door, where Bill promised to call round tomorrow after work. "I'll make sure I'm properly dressed then" Lesley giggled "That little nightie will do just fine" he replied, then he was gone. At last Lesley turned her attentions to me, I was stripped of my dress, socks and shoes, then in the bathroom she removed my nappy. All the time she spoke to me as if I were just a baby, I goo gooed and ga ga'd my replies. The scented bath water stung my sore bottom as Lesley scrubbed me. A clean nappy was pinned on me as soon as I was dry followed by my frilly plastic rhumba baby panties and my baby nightie. I was fed in the highchair but she allowed me to lay across her lap to give me her bottle, telling me what a pretty baby girl I was and that I was going to be her baby for ever and ever. Before she put me to bed, she put the pink hair net over my curls. "I want to make sure your ringlets are still in for when you go back to work "she said. The next day we seemed to have more visitors than normal Lesley had told her closest friends about her night with a real man and my new status as a cuckolded sissy baby girl., she made them most welcome and did not spare me from their curiosity, I was paraded in front of the women dressed exactly as I was for Bills visit. Oh how they laughed as I crawled at their feet playing with my rattle and sucking my thumb. After their initial shock of seeing a grown man in such pretty clothes and pinned into nappies, their contempt was evident. Lauren a work colleague of Lesley and Bills volunteered to change my nappy when it became wet. The humiliation at having all these very pretty ladies not only seeing me in baby girl clothes but having them see me naked wasn’t something I had envisaged. Laurens face was a picture when she pulled down my frilly knickers and unpinned my nappy .She bust out in to tears of laughter . “Oh what the noo way its tiny ohhh urghh its sooo so tiny is it a micro penis ? “ she manged to ask in between gigging fits of laughter. The whole room erupted, and one lady shouted out “baby dick …. baby dick”. Lauren mocked “its no wonder you are sleeping with Bill the size difference must be considerable “she laughed. For one of the so called "superior" sex, to allow himself to be humiliated in such a manner was beyond belief, and they all agreed I deserved all the humiliation I received at their hands. I had given up my rights as a man, I was a disgrace to the male sex, they also agreed to make sure that I would never be able to claim my rightful position among the male sex again by effeminising me to a great big sissy-boy. I was promised that by the time they had finished with me I would definitely not be a man, I would be a baby girl. I was treated like a doll, they tied and re-tied my ribbon in various positions in my ringlets until they found the place they thought it suited me most, my short baby dress was fussed over, my nappied bottom patted just like a baby girl. They loved having a "man" in this position and took out all their frustrations with the male sex out on me. Lesley told them of her night of passion with Bill in great detail , she even showed them some photos of Bills erect penis she had on her phone , they all agreed that she deserved a "real man", and volunteered to baby-sit me if ever she wanted to go out. Julie, an attractive blonde in her mid-forties suggested her daughter, Megan, for the job, although she was only seventeen , she was mature and more than capable of taking care of such a big sissy baby. I was a whimpering wreck when they all left, I stank of sweet perfume, my eye-brows had been died the same colour as my hair, and my face made up with eye shadow, mascara and lip-stick. I lost count of the times I had my lip-stick repaired whilst sat on one of the neighbours’ knees, the constant sucking of my thumb smearing the bright red cosmetic around my mouth. Bill turned up later, Lesley had changed into her sexy negligee ready for his visit. They greeted like lovers, embracing and kissing each other whilst I played at their feet with my doll. Bill told her of his night at the squash club. "I couldn't get away" he said "everyone wanted to see the pictures of him in his baby dress, and I just had to tell them that I made love to his beautiful wife." Lesley kissed him passionately on the lips her tongue invading his open mouth. "They have all bought tickets for the fancy dress on Friday, I told them we would be taking him in his nappies and baby clothes". They both looked down at me laughing at the tears that were running downy cheeks. They talked about me as if I wasn't there, as adults do with babies in the room. Lesley dragged Bill on to the sofa and they cavorted sexually in front of me, I was extremely jealous, but felt so impotent in the baby clothes, I just played with my doll. Over the next few months I was kept to a strict nursery routine, supervised by Lesley and the neighbours. Indignity after indignity was heaped upon me. I was introduced to Megan a very attractive teenager with very long straight blonde hair and dark brown eyes she was my new babysitter. Megan would often allow her friends over to help babysit me when my wife and Bill had a date night of course her college friends found my situation hilarious especially when Megan told my wife I had misbehaved whilst they were were out .Bill would put me across his knee at Lesley's request and I would receive a hard spanking across my frilly knickered behind. It was totally embarrassing sat on a pretty seventeen year old girls knee, dressed in frilly pink satin baby clothes being bottle fed, while Lesley told them all the baby things I did including wetting my nappy ,playing with her panties and the reason why she has to sleep with a real man .Megan hadn’t changed my nappy so had not seen my tiny baby size penis until the inevitable happened Meagan’s mother changed my wet nappy. Megan wanted to learn how to change a nappy so looked on .Julie led me away, with Lesley permission, to the nursery. I whimpered all the way knowing that this woman I hardly knew was going to deal with my most private of parts, and in front of her lovely teenage daughter but I had become so docile I did not even think of rebelling and got up onto my changing table, like a gentle lamb. As Lesley had pointed out, babies have no modesty, they are not old enough to get embarrassed when a total stranger changes their nappies. I felt totally humiliated as Julie lifted my short pink satin baby dress and petticoats , pulled down my frilly knickers and removed my wet plastic pants and sopping nappy. She spoke to me throughout the operation, telling me what a dirty baby I was wetting and my nappies. She spent ages cleaning around my limp privates, amused at slightest touch. Julie then began to teasing me telling me how wonderful my new Daddy makes my mummy feel in bed how much bigger he was, a mans penis not a babies penis like mine .Within seconds my rigid organ pointed stiffly upwards ,all three inches .Julie laughed in hysterics Megan told her mum to stop being cruel ,her pretty face face was a picture of shock until she realised just how pathetic my short thin penis actually looked. Megan began to laugh uncontrollable and she tried to hide her giggles by placing a hand over her mouth , her cute face a little embarrassed at the sight . "Awww mum its such a tiny baby dick it doesn't belong on an adult. Why is it so small, its very tiny and thin ….too small for sex surly ? “ Her mother laughed and said “some men are just built that way ,many are men who have a tiny penis secretly like the humiliation of it being too small and longed to have their wives or girlfriends sleep with other men” Megan stood there now speechless at this revelation, her innocence betraying her own limited sexual encounters .She laughed and admitted she would certainly cheat if she had a husband who was too tiny for sex. " I know it tuns him on that Lesley is sleeping with Bill she told me but its all a bit weird " Julie and Megan agreed it was the perfect solution as everyone gets what they want from it. "By the time we are finished with you, you will be incapable of having an erection" she Julie laughed ,"your little dickie will never get hard ever again, its only use will be to wet your nappies and dribble in your nappy watching your wife have sex with real men like Bill". It was true, the humiliation of wearing nappies and dresses was emasculating me but I was always hard when Bill came round to fuck my lovely wife, occasionally they would let me watch but only after Bill had spanked me across his lap reminding me of my sissy baby girl status and he was now the man of the house. I still went to work but when I got home I became" sissy baby Susie" or "baby dick sissy" as my wife's friends and my babysitters often teased me . Sometimes I would arrive home from work before Lesley and had to be in my baby clothes .If Bill was visiting he was never allowed to see me in my any in male clothing. When Lesley got home and changed out of her business skirts and blouses I noticed she sometimes would also change her panties. On further investigation I secretly discovered why when I looked in the laundry basket and found a pair of seamen stained panties , her own juices had also stained into the crotch of her white silky panties. She had been fucked that day ,the panties were quite sodden. It was clear even in the office Bill would fuck her over his desk or in his car when they had to work late. The thrill of finding her soft white satin panties stained with their cum made me so horny I would play with myself as I held the flimsy garment up to my nose. Megan and and her friends loved spending the night at our large home on date nights, they enjoyed humiliating me telling me how wonderful my wife was and teasing me how much bigger Bills penis was making her so much happier. They could hear Bill and my wife fuck when they slept over. Sometimes Megan would come into my nursery to comfort me when my wife was moaning so loud ,she kind of felt sorry for me .I was a permanent sissy baby girl and grew to love our new lifestyle, I had a sexy attractive wife/mommy that still loved me and even played my baby Dick on special occasions often wrapping her worn satin panties around my shaft as she wanked it with a finger and thumb, her red finger nails looked so sexy on my "baby sized clitty" as she called it .I had a Daddy that made Mummy very happy in the bedroom and babysitters that took care of me when mummy and he went on dates or weekend away trips.