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A Summer with Christina By Meeseeks88 This is a story of fiction and fantasy. Chapter 1 – A New Start At the age of twenty-one, I had finally moved out of my parent’s house and into my own place. It felt great that I could finally be independent and not have to live under the same roof as my Mum and Dad. Even better was the fact that Summer had finally arrived and I had two weeks off work. Everything was falling into place nicely. However, there was a particular reason as to why I was so excited to be finally living on my own. Most people probably wouldn’t understand but I’d had an obsession with nappies for as long as I can remember. I don’t really remember wearing them as a baby but when I was six-years-old, I had a little bed wetting issue. My parents decided the best thing was to keep me in nappies at bedtime. I remembered kicking and screaming about it at the time but as the nights went on, I began to embrace them and enjoyed the comfort and protection that they gave me. After a week or two, I stopped wetting the bed and have never worn a nappy since. As I grew older, I would always get a little excited seeing young mothers changing their babies or seeing a diaper commercial on the TV. Even someone mentioning nappies during a conversation was enough make me feel all giddy inside. The feeling never seemed to leave me. I had always dreamed of wearing nappies again but could never do it whilst living at home. But now that I had my independence, I was finally free to embrace my desire. I had been planning it for weeks and weeks. There was a pharmacy about a twenty-minute walk away from me. I had been there not so long ago with my mother to pick up a few toiletries for my new flat. However, as we had been going up and down the aisles…I saw them. Right at the end of the ‘Incontinence’ aisle was a large stack of adult nappies. I remember my heart racing with excitement at just the sight of them. I knew right then and there that one day I would return. As it turned out, that day was today. I had been waiting for this day for so long. I eagerly got dressed that morning and skipped breakfast. I grabbed my backpack that I used for my job and headed out of the door. The sky was grey and it looked as if it was going to rain. I had made the mistake of dressing for the summer and was wearing a t-shirt and shorts. That wasn’t going to stop me though and I set off. The thought of wearing a nappy had my mind racing. I was finally going to be reunited with that feeling of comfort and embrace that I had experienced all those years ago. Usually, it would take twenty minutes to reach the pharmacy but I’m fairly sure I did it in half that time due to the excitement. As my destination grew nearer and nearer, I felt my palms begin to sweat and my heart beginning to beat a little bit faster. I had finally arrived and was ready to fulfil my desire. I took a deep breath and walked inside. Chapter 2 – Christina The pharmacy wasn’t that busy but there were enough people around to help me blend in. I tried to act as natural as I could and began my journey to the ‘Incontinence’ aisle. As I got closer, it seemed to get busier and I started to wonder if I could actually go through with this. I quickly went down one of the aisles and pretended to browse the deodorant whilst I calmed my nerves. Eventually, the crowd of people seemed to disappear and I decided to take my chance. I walked a bit further down the pharmacy until once again…I saw them. A pack of medium adult nappies was staring me in the face. My heart began to race again as I was now just inches away from the thing that I had wanted more than anything. I took a quick look around to see if anybody was watching before picking up the pack and sticking it under my arm. I did my best to cover the large label that read ‘Adult Nappies’ on the front as I made my way through the pharmacy and over to the cashier. However, I saw a large queue of people standing in line, waiting to be served. Although I could feel myself trembling, I decided not to talk myself out of my purchase and quickly joined the queue. I stared at the floor and focused on my feet as they shuffled closer and closer to the cashier. After what felt like an eternity, I was finally served. I handed the adult nappies to a young gentleman who was serving. I could barely look him in the eye and pretty much threw my money at him. After paying for the nappies, I very quickly stuffed them into my backpack and made sure to zip it up as tight as I could. I had done it. I was officially the owner of some adult nappies. A big grin appeared on my face as I began to make my way towards the exit. Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice call my name. ‘Hi Jake’, said the voice. I turned around to see Christina. She was my mother’s best friend and I had pretty much known her my entire life. I started to panic and could feel myself sweating. How long had she been here?’ I wondered, ‘Did she see what I had purchased?’ ‘Hi Christina’, I replied. ‘Fancy seeing you here’, she grinned. ‘Yeah’, I smiled, ‘I…er…just had to pick something up’. Technically, I wasn’t lying. ‘How is your Mum doing?’ she asked, ‘I’m hoping to pop in and see her this week’. My brain could barely take anything in. I was so focused on leaving the pharmacy that I could only answer in short sentences. ‘She’s fine’, I replied. Christina smiled, ‘well tell her I said ‘hi’. I’ll see you soon’. ‘Will do’, ‘I said and left the pharmacy as quickly as I could. Outside, it had started raining. With a twenty-minute walk ahead of me, I quickly began to make my way back home. I realised that a t-shirt and shorts may not have been the best thing to wear today. That didn’t matter though. My heart was still pounding with excitement as I felt the weight of the nappies in my backpack. I couldn’t wait to get home and try one on. As I continued walking quickly down the road, a car pulled up next to me. As the window rolled down, I saw Christina sitting in the driver’s seat. ‘Hi Jake, I thought that was you’, she shouted out the window, ‘hop in and I’ll give you a ride home’. I quickly began to feel slightly nervous about what I was carrying in my backpack. ‘That’s ok’, I replied as calmly as I could, ‘I don’t mind walking’. ‘Don’t be silly’, she replied, ‘you’ll be soaking wet by the time you get home. You don’t even have a coat’. I quickly realised that I didn’t have much of a choice and so I reluctantly agreed. I got into the car and placed the backpack firmly between my knees. ‘Wow, it’s really starting to rain out there!’ she exclaimed. ‘It sure is’, I smiled, ‘thank you for giving me a ride home’. ‘It’s no problem. Your mother told me that you’d got yourself a new place all to yourself’, Christina said, ‘it’s just around the corner from my house’. ‘I hadn’t even realised’, I chuckled. ‘It’s nice to have some independence. I bet you feel like a big boy now’, she giggled. I smiled nervously. Ironically, with a pack of nappies currently in my backpack, I wasn’t exactly feeling like a ‘big boy’. Christina noticed the backpack between my knees. ‘What’s in the bag?’ she asked curiously. I quickly began to panic. ‘Oh, it’s…erm…I had a sore throat so…erm…I bought some medicine for it from the pharmacy’, I replied. I had never been a good liar and I had a feeling that Christina didn’t believe me. Regardless, she didn’t say anything and we carried on driving. After a few minutes, we were almost back at my flat. I could barely contain my excitement and knew that I would soon be wearing a nappy again for the first time. ‘Would you like to pop to my house for a quick coffee?’ asked Christina. ‘No thanks’, I quickly replied. ‘Oh, no problem’, said Christina sounding almost a little disappointed. I suddenly felt very guilty. I was aware that she lived on her own and she probably wouldn’t mind some company. After giving me a lift home, the least I could do was have a quick coffee with her. ‘Actually, a coffee sounds really nice’, I smiled. Christina smiled back at me as we drove around the corner and stopped outside her house. As we headed inside, I kept my backpack as close to my body as I could. I wanted nothing more than to rip the pack of nappies open and try one on but I knew it was going to be worth the wait. However, as Christina closed the front door behind us, I had no idea that my life was about to change. Chapter 3 – The Truth is Revealed As we walked into the living room, I was asked to take my shoes off. As I did, I noticed that on the coffee table was a children’s colouring book. Christina noticed the confusion on my face. ‘I babysit my niece sometimes’, she said, ‘she was here yesterday’. ‘Ah that explains it’, I replied chuckling, ‘I didn’t think you had any children’. Her smile quickly faded, ‘no I don’t’, she said with a hint of sadness in her voice. As she walked into the kitchen to make some coffee, I was worried that I had upset her somehow. I decided not to worry too much about it and made myself comfortable on the sofa. I put my backpack down on the floor. As I held it tightly between my feet, the urge to look at the pack of nappies became too great. I could barely contain my excitement anymore. ‘Just one little peek isn’t going to hurt’, I thought. I peered my head around the corner to make sure that Christina wasn’t close by. I leant down and slowly opened the zip. I was then greeted by the light blue package with ‘Adult Nappies’ written on the side. My heart began to beat a little faster as I placed my hand around the pack of nappies and gently squeezed it. I could feel the thick padding from the outside and was shaking with excitement knowing that I would be wearing one of them when I got home. Suddenly, Christina walked in with two cups of coffee. Panicking, I quickly zipped up my backpack. However, the backpack didn’t seem to be closing. I looked down and saw that the zip had got caught in the pack of nappies. I pulled harder but the backpack refused to close. ‘Everything alright?’ asked Christina as she saw me struggling with my backpack. ‘It’s fine’, I quickly replied as I desperately attempted to close it, ‘the zip has just got a bit stuck’. ‘Pass it here’, she smiled, ‘I’ll sort it’. ‘NO’, I shouted, taking Christina by surprise. ‘Calm down Jake’, she replied slightly shaken, ‘I was only offering to help’. ‘I’m sorry’, I said as I began frantically pulling on the pack of nappies to try and free the zip. ‘It’s ok’, replied Christina, ‘it looks as if you’ve got something caught on the…’ She suddenly stopped mid-sentence. I looked up at her to see her eyes staring down at the backpack. As I looked back down, the bright blue pack that read ‘Adult Nappies’ was now poking out of the top of the backpack for all to see. ‘Are those…nappies?’ Christina asked. ‘Um…I …erm’, I began to stammer. ‘Well, those aren’t going to help your sore throat’, she giggled before a puzzled look appeared on her face, ‘did you buy those at the pharmacy? Why did you buy nappies?’ I had no answer to give her. I suddenly felt my bottom lip begin to tremble and tears forming in my eyes. ‘Oh, it’s ok’, said Christina as she came over and put her arm around me. ‘Please don’t tell my Mum’, I said sobbing and now fearing that my secret was beginning to reveal itself. ‘Aw of course I won’t’, smiled Christina, ‘it’s nothing to be ashamed of. A friend of mine suffers from a weak bladder and wears protective underwear. I’m sure that if I told your parents, they would support you’. ‘No’, I quickly replied, I don’t have a weak bladder’. ‘Then…why did you buy a pack of adult nappies?’ Christina asked now feeling very confused. I took a deep breath and managed to get my emotions under control. I knew that there was nothing I could say now apart from the truth. ‘I…I just wanted to…try them’, I replied nervously. ‘Why on earth would you want to wear a nappy?’ exclaimed Christina. I shrugged my shoulders. ‘They just looked comfortable’, I said whilst feeling very embarrassed. Christina raised her eyebrow as she tried to understand what I was telling her. ‘So, you just want to go around wearing a nappy…like a baby?’ she asked dumbfounded. ‘I…I guess so’, I replied, ‘please don’t say anything to anyone’. Christina remained silent for a few seconds before pulling her arm away and looking at me. ‘I promise I won’t tell anyone’, she replied. I sighed with relief. ‘I do have a question though’, said Christina. ‘What’s that?’ I questioned. ‘Do you actually know how to put a nappy on?’ she asked. I thought about it for a moment and realised that despite my desire to wear a nappy, I actually had no idea how to put one on. ‘I was just going to figure it out I guess’, I replied shrugging my shoulders. ‘If you don’t put it on properly then it will just fall off’, said Christina, ‘I don’t mind showing you how to do it’. My eyes widened. I suddenly felt very excited. Not only was I getting to wear a nappy again but Christina was offering to put it on me. ‘Would you like that?’ she asked as I sat there trying to control myself. I nodded nervously. She smiled and told me to wait on the sofa whilst she went into the other room. I wasn’t sure what she was doing until she returned with a padded mat and a bottle of powder. As she placed the mat on the floor, I realised that it was a changing mat. ‘It’s happening’, I thought to myself, ‘It’s finally happening!’

I was just interested to find out if you refer to them as 'diapers' or 'nappies'. I know it can depend on whereabouts you are in the world. For example, here in the UK we tend to refer to baby items as 'nappies', 'dummies', 'pushchair' etc where as in the US it's more 'diapers', 'pacifiers', 'stroller' etc I always refer to them as nappies personally but was interested as to what everybody else thought.

Comfort's weight hangs thick; Wet and heavy, padding full; Flooded from my heart. Feel the weight increase! Padded comfort, hanging wet; Flows which lift my heart. A pair of haiku, articulating two different versions of the same feelings

The first time Sue noticed Georgie’s browser history, she’d been looking for a lasagna recipe. His laptop was still open on the kitchen counter, the screen saver flickering—some default landscape of mountains she’d never bothered to change. She tapped the spacebar absentmindedly, and there it was: a half-dozen tabs of frilly pink things, adult diapers with lace trim, and a forum thread titled *"How to tell your wife you want to be her baby girl."* She closed the lid softly, as if it might explode. The lasagna could wait. That was three months ago. Now, standing in the spare bedroom—*his* room, she supposed—Sue watched Georgie fidget with the hem of the satin babydoll nightie she’d bought him. It was too small across his shoulders, the straps digging in, but he kept adjusting it like it was the most natural thing in the world. "You look ridiculous," she said, not unkindly. Georgie's fingers froze mid-adjustment. His cheeks flushed beneath the smudge of peach blush he'd applied clumsily earlier—Sue had watched him peer into her compact mirror with the concentration of a surgeon. "I know," he whispered. The words hung between them, oddly vulnerable. The nursery-themed nightlight cast soft circles on the wall, illuminating the freshly painted mint-green trim Sue had added last weekend. "Come here," Sue said, patting the edge of the twin-sized bed they'd moved in. The sheets were printed with cartoon ducks, another unplanned purchase from the children's section at Target. Georgie shuffled forward, the crinkle of his plastic panties absurdly loud in the quiet room. She reached out and straightened his lopsided hair bow, fingers brushing the warm shell of his ear. "Terry from accounting asked me to lunch tomorrow." Georgie's breath hitched. His pupils dilated—she could see it even in the dim light. "Mummy doesn't have to tell me about—" Sue traced the edge of Georgie’s pink hair bow with her thumb, watching the way his lower lip trembled. "But I *want* to tell you," she murmured. The crinkle of his plastic panties filled the pause as she leaned closer, her breath warm against his ear. "Terry said he’s been watching me in meetings. Said he likes how I don’t take shit from anyone." Georgie made a tiny, strangled noise. His fingers twisted in the ruffled hem of his short nightie , knuckles whitening. Sue had seen that look before—on the rare occasions she’d worn a skirt shorter than knee-length to office parties. The same mix of panic and helpless arousal. She pressed her advantage. "He’s got those big hands, you know? The kind that could probably span my waist." Georgie whimpered. Sue smirked, flicking the bow’s satin tails her manicured fingers slowly worked down to the sheethrough nylon frilly pink baby kncikers covered in lace ruffles she patted the thick bulky crotch a few times making the plastic pants underneath crinkle and rustle "Would my baby girl like to see Mummy try on that black dress before my lunch date? The one with the zipper down the back?" The crib’s mobile tinkled overhead as Georgie shuddered. His blush had spread down his neck, disappearing beneath the Peter Pan collar. Sue knew exactly how far it went—she’d bathed him last Tuesday, counting the freckles on his shoulders like a constellation chart. The mobile above the crib tinkled again as Georgie’s breath came in shallow, stuttering gasps. His fingers—painted a chipped baby pink that morning—clutched at the ruffled hem of his nightie like it was the only thing tethering him to earth. Sue watched, fascinated, as a single tear rolled down his cheek, cutting through the hastily applied blush. "Shh, baby girl," she murmured, catching the tear with her thumb. The salt of it lingered on her skin as she traced the curve of his jaw. "Mummy’s just teasing." The lie tasted sweet. She’d already texted Terry from the bathroom an hour ago, the screen glowing with his reply: *Can’t wait to see how that zipper works.* Georgie’s shoulders hitched as she leaned in, her lips brushing the shell of his ear. "Unless…" She let the word hang, savoring the way his whole body tensed. The nursery smelled of lavender baby powder and the faint plastic tang of his diapers. "Unless my good girl wants Mummy to bring back pictures?" A strangled noise escaped Georgie’s throat. His hands flew to cover his face, but Sue caught his wrists easily, pinning them to his sides. The satin bow at his collar was crooked again—she’d have to teach him how to tie it properly. Later. Georgie's breathing hitched as Sue tightened her grip on his wrists, the pulse beneath her fingertips rapid as a sparrow's. The nursery nightlight cast long shadows across his face, exaggerating the tremor in his lower lip. "Pictures?" he whispered, and the word sounded sticky in his mouth, like syrup clinging to a spoon. Sue released one wrist to trace the edge of his frilly knickers and plastic panties, the crinkle loud in the quiet room. "Terry's got this habit of biting his bottom lip when he's concentrating," she said, watching Georgie's pupils dilate. "During the budget meeting last week, he kept doing it while staring at my neck. Wonder what he'd do if I unbuttoned my blouse just... here." She dragged a fingernail along her collarbone, and Georgie made a sound like a deflating balloon. Downstairs, the oven timer beeped—the lasagna she'd abandoned three months ago, finally reheated. The domesticity of it almost made her laugh. Here she was, discussing her impending affair while her husband trembled in a satin bonnet, and somewhere in the house, their dinner was getting cold. Georgie's fingers twitched against her palm. "M-mummy could—" He swallowed, the Adam's apple bobbing above the elasticated frilled neck line of his nightie "Could lock my nappies. So I can't... can't touch myself while you're gone." The suggestion hung between them, ripe and glistening. Sue had seen the chastity devices in his browser history—shiny pink things with heart-shaped locks. The oven timer beeped again, more insistent this time. Sue didn’t move. Georgie’s suggestion—the way his voice had cracked on can’t—hung between them like a dare. She let her fingernail trail down from her collarbone to the first button of her blouse, popping it open with deliberate slowness. Georgie’s breath hitched, his gaze tracking the movement with the intensity of a starving man watching a feast being laid out. "Lock you up, hmm?" Sue murmured, tapping the tip of his nose with her index finger. The gesture was playful, almost maternal, but the way Georgie’s eyes fluttered shut at the contact told her everything. She could feel the heat radiating off him, the crinkle of his plastic panties loud in the quiet room. "And what would my baby girl do if Mummy came home… satisfied?" Georgie whimpered, his thighs pressing together. The sheer nightie rode up, revealing the pale pink frillly matching baby knickers the elastic of his plastic pants visble at the leg openings under whiiuch his thick cloth nappy was clear to see. Sue had picked them out herself—Little Princess embroidered across the front in small dark pink script. She’d laughed when she’d seen them online, but now, watching Georgie squirm, the humor had curdled into something darker, more possessive. The lasagna would be cold by now, the cheese congealed. Sue found she didn’t care. Terry’s text flashed in her mind—Can’t wait to see how that zipper works—and she wondered, idly, if Georgie would cry when she described the way Terry’s hands would feel on her hips. The silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken promises. Georgie's fingers twitched against the ruffled edge of his nightie again , his breath coming in shallow little pants that made the ribbons on his bonnet tremble. Sue watched, fascinated, as a droplet of sweat slid down his temple—she'd never seen him like this, so unraveled, so hers. "Would my baby girl cry?" Sue murmured, tracing the damp trail with her thumb. Georgie's eyelids fluttered, his lashes clumping together where tears had gathered. She didn't wait for an answer. "Would you lie here in your nursery, all locked up in your nappies and frills , and sob when Mummy texts you pictures of Terry's hands on me?" Georgie made a sound like a stepped-on squeaky toy. His thighs squeezed together, the plastic panties rustling loudly. Sue could see the exact moment the fantasy fully consumed him—his shoulders hunched, his lips parting around silent pleas. The nursery mobile tinkled overhead, a cheerful contrast to the tension coiling in the room. Sue stood abruptly, smoothing down her skirt. Georgie's gaze snapped up to follow her movement, his lower lip jutting in a pout she might have found adorable under different circumstances. "Mummy has to check the lasagna," she said, watching disappointment flicker across his face. She paused at the door, her hand on the mint-green trim she'd painted last weekend. "But first..." Georgie’s breath caught as Sue reached into the top drawer of the dresser she’d repurposed as his changing table. The pink chastity cage glinted in the nursery nightlight’s glow, its tiny heart-shaped padlock dangling like an absurd piece of jewelry. She held it up between two fingers, watching Georgie’s throat work as he swallowed hard. "Shall we see if it fits, baby girl?" Sue asked, tapping the plastic thee inch device against his knee. Georgie nodded frantically, his bonnet ribbons bouncing. The way his hands fluttered to cover himself—then hesitated, dropping back to his sides—made something hot curl low in Sue’s belly. She’d never seen him like this, vibrating with want and shame in equal measure. Downstairs, the lasagna was undoubtedly ruined, but Sue found herself kneeling between Georgie’s spread thighs instead, the crinkle of his plastic panties loud in the quiet room. His thighs trembled as she peeled back the layers—the ruffled chiffon knickers, semi clear plastic pants the thick cloth diaper beneath, the protective plastic sheeting—until he lay exposed, pink and straining he was already aroused. "It’s so small," Sue murmured, more to herself than to Georgie. His tiny less than an inch cock when soft twitched pathetically now at full erection he wasn't quite three inches and no thicker than her pinky finger . Her comment about his size always aroused him , a bead of moisture gathering at the tip. She wiped it away with her thumb, smearing it across his inner thigh in a slow, deliberate stroke. "You’ll need the extra-small cage, won’t you?" Georgie's breath came in shallow, stuttering gasps as Sue clicked the chastity cage shut with a decisive snick. The metal was cold against his flushed skin, the heart-shaped lock dangling like a cruel joke. He whimpered when she tugged on it experimentally, the chain of the padlock jingling against his thigh. "Oh, baby girl," Sue murmured, tracing the outline of the cage with her fingernail. "You look so pretty like this." The nursery smelled faintly of lavender and the sharp tang of Georgie's arousal. Sue leaned back on her heels, admiring her handiwork—the way the pink plastic strained against his pathetic little erection, how his thighs quivered when she blew softly across the locked metal. Downstairs, the oven timer beeped again, a shrill reminder of the forgotten lasagna. Sue ignored it. "Tell me," she said, pinching Georgie's inner thigh hard enough to make him yelp. "What will you think about while Mummy's at lunch tomorrow?" Georgie's mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air. Sue twisted the skin between her fingers, relishing the way his hips jerked helplessly. "Use your words, Georgina." "I—I'll think about Terry's hands on you," Georgie stammered, his voice cracking. A tear slipped down his cheek, carving a shiny path through his smudged blush. Sue caught it with her thumb, pressing the damp digit against his parted lips. Georgie's tongue darted out to lick the tear-salt from her thumb, his eyes wide and wet as a chastened puppy’s. Sue let him suckle for a moment before withdrawing her hand, wiping the moisture on his nylon nightie. The sheer fabric darkened where she’d smeared it, the stain spreading like a blush. "You’ll stay right here," she said, standing abruptly. The chastity cage jingled as Georgie shifted, his legs falling open wider in unconscious supplication. Sue traced the embroidered Little Princess on his frilly knickers with her toe, watching his stomach muscles quiver. "No touching. No getting out of your nappies. Mummy will know if you’ve been naughty." Downstairs, the lasagna had cooled into a rubbery mass, the sauce separating at the edges. Sue scraped it into the bin without ceremony. The sound of Georgie’s soft crying filtered through the baby monitor she’d installed last week—high-pitched, breathy little sobs that hitched whenever the crib mobile tinkled. She turned up the volume. The next morning, Sue dressed with deliberate slowness in front of Georgie’s nursery mirror. The black dress whispered against her thighs as she shimmied it into place, the back zipper catching momentarily on a curl of hair. Georgie watched from the crib, his fingers clutching the mint-green bars. His plastic panties had developed a damp patch overnight, the scent of lavender powder undercut by something muskier. The zipper stuck halfway up her back. Sue arched her shoulders, feeling the teeth catch against her bra strap, and sighed. "Georgina," she called without turning, "come fix Mummy's dress." The crib bars rattled as Georgie scrambled up, his plastic panties crinkling loudly. His fingers—still soft with sleep—trembled against her spine as he fumbled with the zipper. She could feel his breath on her bare skin, warm and uneven. "Careful," she murmured when the metal pinched. "Wouldn't want Terry to see bruises." Georgie made a wounded noise behind her. Sue smiled, watching him in the mirror—his puffy eyes, the way his satin bonnet had slipped sideways during the night. The chastity cage left an obvious tent in his knickers the heart-shaped lock swinging with every unsteady movement. She turned abruptly, catching his chin between her fingers. "Did my baby girl touch herself?" she asked sweetly. Georgie shook his head frantically, the ribbons on his bonnet fluttering. Sue tightened her grip. "Liar." Downstairs, she poured coffee into a travel mug, listening to Georgie's muffled sobs through the baby monitor. The sound followed her to the door, mingling with the chirp of her phone—Terry, confirming their lunch reservation. Sue paused at the threshold, considering. Then she pulled out her phone, angled it toward the monitor, and pressed record. Georgie's hiccuping cries filled the speaker as she typed a caption: Missing Mummy already? Wait till you see what I send next." The restaurant was all crisp linens and low lighting, Terry's knee brushing hers under the table within minutes. Sue let him order for her—steak, rare—and laughed when his thumb grazed her wrist reaching for the salt. "You're bold today," Terry murmured, his smile all teeth. Sue sipped her wine, thinking of Georgie's tear-streaked face, the way his thighs had trembled when she'd snapped the cage shut. "You have no idea," she said. Terry's fingers traced the rim of his wineglass, his gaze lingering on Sue's lips. "You're different today," he said, leaning in. The cologne he wore—something woody and expensive—drifted across the table. Sue imagined Georgie sniffing at her blouse later, trembling at the foreign scent. The thought sent a thrill down her spine. She let Terry's hand settle on her thigh beneath the table, his palm warm through the thin fabric of her dress. "Different how?" Sue asked, arching an eyebrow. "Like you've got a secret." His thumb stroked the inside of her knee, and Sue bit back a smirk. If only he knew. Her phone buzzed in her purse—Georgie, no doubt. She'd left him sprawled in the nursery lying in his cot , his plastic panties and cloth nappy now damp with frustrated arousal, the pink chastity cage glinting under the direct sunlight. Terry's steak arrived, bloody and glistening. Sue watched him slice into it, the knife scraping against porcelain. "You ever think about sharing?" she asked abruptly. Terry’s knife paused mid-slice. A drop of blood pooled on the white plate. "Sharing?" His thumb rubbed circles on Sue’s thigh, slower now, testing. Sue twirled her wineglass, watching the light refract through the cabernet. "Mmm. My husband’s… unconventional." She leaned in, letting the neckline of her dress gape just enough for Terry’s gaze to snag. "He’d watch. If I asked nicely." The restaurant noise faded to a buzz. Terry’s fingers tightened on her leg—possessive, Sue noted with satisfaction. She imagined Georgie’s face if he could see this: Terry’s tanned hand creeping higher, the gold signet ring glinting against her pale skin. "Jesus." Terry exhaled, half-laughing. His steak forgotten, he signaled the waiter for another drink. "You’re full of surprises." Terry’s fingers dug into her thigh as the waiter set down his second whiskey. Sue watched the ice cubes swirl, thinking of Georgie’s frilly pink baby knickers and plastic panties rustling in the empty house. She leaned in, close enough to catch the sharp tang of Terry’s aftershave. "He’d kneel at the foot of the bed," she murmured. "Wouldn’t make a sound unless I told him to." The restaurant’s hum faded as Terry’s thumb traced the seam of her stockings. Sue let her knee fall open a fraction, smiling when his breath hitched. "Fuck," he muttered, dragging his palm up her thigh. His signet ring caught the light—the same gold as Georgie’s chastity lock. The symmetry pleased her. Back home, the nursery monitor glowed green in the dark hallway. Georgie’s whimpers filtered through the speaker, thin and reedy. Sue toed off her heels, listening to the rhythm of his crying—the hitched pauses where he’d clearly tried to muffle himself. The crib mobile tinkled as she pushed open the door. Georgie scrambled upright, his bonnet askew. The frilly knickers and plastic panties and nappy she’d left him in were soaked through, the Little Princess embroidery darkened with urine . Sue crouched beside the crib, tapping the bars with Terry’s business card. "He wants to meet you," she said, watching Georgie’s pupils dilate. Georgie’s breath hitched, his fingers clutching the crib bars like they were the only thing keeping him upright. The business card trembled in Sue’s grip, Terry’s embossed name catching the nursery nightlight. "M-meet me?" Georgie whispered, his voice cracking on the second word. A drop of sweat slid down his temple, cutting through the smeared remnants of his peach blush. Sue tapped the card against his nose, watching his nostrils flare. "Mmm. Said he’d love to put a face to the name." She dragged the edge of the card down Georgie’s chest, catching on the lace trim of his satin nightie. "Wants to know if you’d wear your prettiest dress for him." The crib mobile tinkled overhead as Georgie shuddered. His plastic panties crinkled loudly, the sound muffled only slightly by the thick cloth diaper beneath. Sue could see the exact moment the fantasy took root—his pupils dilated, his lower lip caught between his teeth. A dark spots spread further across the front of his frilly sheer knickers plastic panties and nappy no loner efective at holding back the leaks, the chastity cage straining against its confines. She leaned in, close enough to smell the lavender powder clinging to his skin. "Terry’s got this thing for pink," Sue murmured, tracing the shell of Georgie’s ear with the corner of the business card. "Especially sheer pink nylon or satin. Especially when it’s... damp." Georgie whimpered, his thighs pressing together reflexively. Sue smirked and stepped back, tucking Terry’s card into her bra strap. "Thought we might invite him for dinner Friday. You could serve us in your nursery attire." Georgie’s breath hitched audibly, his fingers twisting in the ruffled hem of his nightie until the nylon puckered. The crib mobile swayed as he rocked slightly, his plastic panties emitting a soft crinkle with each movement. Sue watched, fascinated, as his Adam’s apple bobbed —swallowing hard, like he was trying to choke down the idea and savor it at the same time. "Dinner?" he whispered, his voice barely louder than the rustle of his diaper. His gaze flickered to the business card tucked into Sue’s bra, then away just as quickly, as if the sight burned him. The nursery nightlight cast long shadows across his face, exaggerating the flush creeping down his neck. Sue reached out and thumbed the damp spot on his knickers , grinning when he whimpered. "Mmhm. You’ll wear the pink satin bonnet with the lace trim and some nice frilly matching baby knickers ," she said, tapping the heart-shaped lock of his cage. It jingled softly, a tiny, absurd chime. "And those frilly ankle socks. The ones with the bows." Georgie’s thighs trembled under her touch, his breath coming in shallow gasps. Sue leaned in, her lips brushing the shell of his ear. "Terry likes it when I feed him. Maybe you’ll kneel under the table and lick his fingers clean." The sound Georgie made was half moan, half sob. His hands fluttered uselessly at his sides before clutching the crib bars again, his knuckles whitening. Sue straightened up, smoothing her dress as she stepped back. The business card scratched lightly against her skin where it was tucked away—Terry’s name pressed into the fabric like a brand. The crib bars rattled as Georgie collapsed forward, his forehead pressing against the cool metal. Sue watched his shoulders heave—not crying, not quite, but breathing hard enough to make the ribbons on his bonnet flutter. The nursery smelled of sweat now, sharp beneath the lavender powder and Sues perfume. She reached through the bars to pinch his earlobe between her nails. "Look at me," she said, and Georgie's head jerked up, his eyes wide and wet. Terry's business card was warm from her skin when she pulled it out. Sue held it just beyond Georgie's reach, watching his gaze fix on the embossed lettering. "He's got big hands," she murmured, flipping the card between her fingers. "Thick fingers. The kind that leave marks." Georgie whimpered, his plastic panties crinkling as he squirmed. Sue tapped the card against his parted lips. "Open." Georgie's mouth opened obediently, his tongue peeking out like a chastened puppy's. Sue laid the card flat on his tongue, watching his throat work as he tried not to drool on it. "Hold it there," she instructed, stepping back to survey her handiwork. The card quivered slightly between Georgie's teeth, his breath fogging the glossy surface. Perfect. Downstairs, Sue poured herself a generous measure of gin, the ice cubes clinking against the glass. The baby monitor crackled—Georgie's shallow breathing, the occasional rustle of plastic. She took her drink to the living room, stretching out on the couch with her phone. Terry had texted twice since lunch: "You're dangerous" and "When can I see you again?" Sue smiled, tapping out a reply with one hand while the other trailed down her stomach. The crib mobile spun lazily above Georgie’s head, its pastel animals casting elongated shadows across the ceiling. Sue watched through the baby monitor screen—Georgie’s tongue still dutifully pressed against Terry’s business card, his frilly pink baby knickers plastic darkening further with each ragged breath. She took another sip of gin, the burn sharp on her tongue, and typed out a reply to Terry: "Friday. 7pm. Bring wine." Georgie’s muffled whimper crackled through the monitor as Sue stood, stretching her arms overhead. The gin warmed her belly, pooling low and heavy. She climbed the stairs slowly, savoring the way Georgie’s breathing hitched when her shadow fell across the nursery threshold. "Such a good girl," Sue murmured, plucking the saliva-slick card from Georgie’s mouth. It was damp at the edges, Terry’s embossed name blurred. She tucked it back into her bra strap—let it soak there all night, a promise pressed against her skin. Georgie’s eyes tracked the movement, his lips parted around silent pleas. Sue reached through the crib bars to thumb the damp spot on his frilly knickers rubbing them over the plastic panties. "Did my baby girl make a mess while Mummy was gone?" Georgie nodded frantically, his bonnet ribbons bouncing. Sue clicked her tongue, dragging her fingernail along the elastic leg band. "Naughty." The word landed like a slap. Georgie shuddered, his thighs pressing together with a crinkle. The business card left a faint indentation on Sue's breast where it had pressed all evening. She peeled it off now, holding it up to the nursery nightlight—Terry's embossed name warped from Georgie's saliva and her own sweat. Georgie whimpered as she twirled it between her fingers, his plastic panties rustling like a confession. "Still wet," Sue observed, tapping the card against his flushed cheek. Georgie's eyelashes fluttered, still clumped together from earlier tears. She could smell him—the sharp tang of his frustration cutting through the lavender powder. The chastity cage had left angry pink indentations on his skin, the heart-shaped lock dangling like a taunt. Sue stepped back abruptly, Georgie made a wounded noise, his fingers clutching at the crib bars. "Mummy's tired," she said, stretching her arms overhead with deliberate slowness. The neckline of her dress gaped, revealing the red marks Terry's stubble had left near her collarbone. Georgie's breath hitched audibly. She left him there—bonnet askew, knickers and plastic panties damp nappy soaking wet —and headed to the master bedroom alone. The sheets smelled faintly of Georgie's cologne from before, back when he'd shared this bed as her husband instead of her baby girl. Sue stripped naked in front of the full-length mirror, turning to examine the fingerprints Terry had left on her hips.Her black satin panties with an unmitaken dampness from her date . The crib mobile spun lazily, its tinkling melody mocking Georgie’s predicament. His wrists were tied to the bars with satin ribbons—Sue’s idea of keeping him "safe" while she showered. The nursery smelled of talcum powder and the sharp, metallic tang of the chastity cage pressing into his flesh. Down the hall, the shower hissed. Georgie strained to hear Sue humming over the water, imagining her hands sliding over soap-slick skin—the same hands that had buckled him into this crib like an oversized infant. His plastic panties crackled with every squirm, the dampness between his thighs growing colder. The bathroom door clicked open. Georgie held his breath, listening to Sue’s bare feet pad across the hardwood. She appeared in the doorway wrapped in a towel, her hair dripping onto the babydoll nightie where it lay crumpled on the floor. "Still awake?" she murmured, leaning over the crib. Water droplets fell from her hair onto Georgie’s face. He licked one off his lips, tasting her shampoo—something floral and expensive, nothing like the baby powder scent clinging to his skin. The ribbons cut into Georgie's wrists when he strained against them, the satin tightening like a lover's fingers. Sue traced the marks with her damp fingertip, watching the pink skin blanch under her touch. "So eager," she murmured, her breath warm against his forehead. The towel slipped slightly as she leaned over the crib, revealing a crescent of damp skin where Terry's teeth had grazed earlier. Georgie's gaze fixed there, his throat working soundlessly. Downstairs, the grandfather clock chimed midnight—deep, resonant tones that vibrated through the floorboards. Sue straightened, letting the towel gape further. "Terry asked if you'd wear the bonnet during dinner," she said conversationally, as if discussing the weather. Georgie's plastic panties rustled loudly, the sound filling the nursery like crumpling cellophane. Sue smirked and reached for the baby oil on the changing table. "I told him you'd wear whatever he liked." The oil glistened on her palms as she rubbed them together, the scent of synthetic coconut overpowering the lavender powder. Georgie whimpered when her slick fingers found the waistband of his frilled baby panties ,the plastic panties, the sound strangled and high. Sue peeled them down slowly, savoring the way the material clung to his damp skin. The chastity cage gleamed under the nursery nightlight as she unpinned his nappy , its heart-shaped lock swinging like a pendulum. "Shh," Sue murmured, spreading oil along the reddened skin beneath the cage. Georgie's hips jerked helplessly, his thighs trembling. She could feel the heat radiating off him, the pulse beneath her fingertips frantic as a trapped bird's. The crib mobile spun lazily overhead, casting shifting shadows across his tear-streaked face. The baby monitor crackled with Georgie's hitched breathing as Sue methodically worked the oil into his inflamed skin. His whimpers took on a higher pitch when her thumb pressed deliberately beneath the chastity cage, the metal clicking against his pelvis. "Hurts, doesn't it?" she murmured, watching his toes curl against the crib mattress. The nursery smelled overpoweringly of coconut now, cloying and thick in the still air. Sue snapped the elastic of his plastic pants back up and over his wet nappy cover against Georgie's inner thigh, leaving an angry red line. He jerked against the satin restraints, his bonnet sliding sideways with the movement. "Friday night," she said conversationally, wiping her oily hands on his nightie, "Terry wants to watch me change your nappies." Georgie's breath stuttered, his eyelashes fluttering like moth wings against his flushed cheeks. Downstairs, the refrigerator hummed to life. Sue tilted her head, listening—somewhere beneath Georgie's ragged breathing, she could hear the faint clink of ice settling in the freezer. The ordinary sound juxtaposed absurdly with the scene before her: her husband trussed up in a crib, his arousal trapped in pink frilled panties and plastic, his lips still shiny with her thumbprint. She reached for the baby powder, shaking a cloud of it as she pulled back his kncikers and nappy onto Georgie's groin. The white dust settled on the oil-slicked cage, clinging in clumps that looked like snowfall on a tiny pink prison. Georgie sneezed twice in quick succession, his wrists twisting helplessly in their satin bonds. Sue blew gently across the powder, watching it swirl in the nightlight's glow. "Terry's bringing his camera," she lied, enjoying how Georgie's hips bucked at the thought. Georgina's tiny erection strained pathetically against the fluffy nappy fabric, barely making a three-inch tent in the thick cotton. His hairless balls—pink and absurdly small—nestled in the folds of the cloth diaper, trapped beneath layers of crinkling plastic pants and the ridiculous frilly knickers Sue had special-ordered. The semi-clear plastic pants amplified every shift of his thighs, the sound deafening in the quiet nursery as he lay curled in his crib. The chiffon hem of Georgina's nightie fluttered against his thighs as he perched on the edge of Sue's vanity stool, the crinkling plastic pants amplifying every nervous shift into something deafening. Across the bedroom, Sue's reflection in the full-length mirror arched an eyebrow as she stepped into the white satin panties—the expensive pair with the sheer lace overlay that made Georgina's caged erection throb against its plastic prison. "Stop squirming," she murmured, rolling the delicate fabric up her thighs with deliberate slowness. The suspender belt's silk straps dangled like promises as she attached the first dark tan stocking, the nylon whispering against her palm before she smoothed it up her calf. The doorbell chimed at 7:30, a sound that sent a jolt through Georgina’s already tense body. Heavy footsteps echoed on the stairs, each thump a drumbeat to his humiliation. Sue’s voice, bright and cheerful, floated from the hallway. “Here she is, Terry! My baby husband. Isn’t she adorable?” Sue entered first, a vision in her white short dress, the satin lining of her skimpy panties subtly visible. Terry loomed behind her, tall and broad, his eyes immediately scanning the room and landing on Georgina with an amused, assessing gaze. A deep, masculine laugh followed—Terry’s laugh. It filled the room before he even entered. Terry's grin widened at the sight: the frilly knickers peeking beneath the nightie's hem, the way the plastic pants clung to the sagging diaper. "Christ," Terry chuckled, his work-roughened hands already settling on Sue's waist. She laughed too, bright and cruel, before flipping up Georgina's nightie without warning. The semi-clear plastic gleamed under pink frilly satin kncikers of the leg openings , showcasing the wet cotton beneath. "Oh baby girl," Sue cooed, pinching the waistband, "did you make a mess before our guest even arrived?" Georgina sat frozen on in the cot, his pale pink chiffon nightie feeling less like fabric and more like a banner announcing his shame. The double layers and lace edging were meant for a young woman , not a man. He clutched his hands together, trying to hide the tremor. “Now, let’s see how our little one is doing,” Sue said, her tone dripping with maternal mockery. She approached the bed and, without ceremony, lifted the frilly hem of Georgina’s nightie. Georgina instinctively moved his hands to cover his crotch. “Aww, don’t be shy,” Sue cooed, batting his hands away. “What’s the matter? Don’t you want Terry to see your pretty frilly baby knickers and nappy? He knows all about you, silly.” The pale pink satin knickers, covered with lace, were indeed visible, along with the bulky terry cloth nappy beneath and the semi-clear, noisy plastic pants. Terry’s smile widened. He leaned against the doorframe, watching the performance. Sue’s fingers expertly felt the front of the nappy. “Oh, dear,” she announced with theatrical concern. “You are wet so soon! I only changed you a few hours ago.” Georgina’s face burned. He had not wet himself; the dampness was from a small water bottle Sue had emptied into the nappy earlier. It was all part of her script. Sue pulled down the frilly knickers and plastic pants down to his ankles unpinned the cloth nappy, the pins clicking loudly in the quiet room. , then slowly, deliberately, began to unfold the soaked terry fabric. She smiled up at Terry, a shared look of anticipation. As the nappy opened, Georgina’s modest, caged penis was exposed. Sue undid the small chastity device with a click, “need to give him a proper clean.” Georgina covered himself, once more earning a slap on his hands from his wife earning .Terry's booming laugh and Sue's sharp slap to his wrists. "Don't be shy," she chided, unpinning the soaked nappy with practiced efficiency. The cloth fell away, revealing Georgina's tiny, flushed erection straining against the chastity cage. Terry whistled low, stepping closer as Sue produced the key from her cleavage. The lock clicked open louder than Georgina's whimper. The sudden freedom, combined with the intense exposure and humiliation, caused a traitorous reaction—Georgina’s penis began to stiffen. Sue laughed, a light, cruel sound. “Look at that,” she said, glancing at Terry. “Excited by his own shame.” She then turned and walked toward the dresser to fetch a fresh nappy and plastic pants. As she did, Terry stepped forward. He placed a large hand on Sue’s satin-clad backside, pulling her close. They shared a lingering kiss, Terry’s eyes open, looking over Sue’s shoulder directly at Georgina on the bed. Georgina watched, his hard-on now twitching a pathetic testament to his conflicted arousal. His wife, in her sexy dress and stockings, was being claimed by another man right in front of him, while he sat trapped in frilly baby clothes, damp and exposed. The scene was perfectly crafted: he was the cuckolded baby, the sissy adult, a spectacle of humiliation. And as Sue returned with the fresh diaper, smiling at Terry, Georgina knew the night was only begi Through the baby monitor's static, Georgina could hear the rhythmic squeak of their bedframe —the unmistakable sound of Sue's headboard hitting the wall at Terry's pace. A high-pitched gasp cut through the noise, followed by a throaty laugh that wasn't Sue's. Georgina's fingers twisted in the satin ribbons of his bonnet as another sound joined the chorus: the wet, slapping noise of skin against skin, too fast and too heavy to be anything but Terry's doing.The rhythmic thud of Sue's headboard hitting the wall, the wet slap of Terry's thick thighs against hers. A high-pitched gasp cut through the noise, followed by Terry's throaty chuckle. Georgina's fingers twisted in the satin ribbons of his bonnet as another sound joined the chorus: that unmistakable wet squelch of penetration, too deep and too frequent to be anything but Terry's doing. The frilly pink satin knickers rode up with every squirm, the open lace frills tickling his inner thighs. Georgina had begged Sue to let him have her worn panties but she'd laughed while buckling him into the crib—"Don't get greedy, baby girl I'll think about it"—then laghing she hiked up her dress and peeld down the white satin and cacke bikini style panties and hung them over the mobile above his head. The crotch evident of her sexual arousel a faint intimate secent ,a generous wettness in the crotch.They hung jst a few inches above his head . A particularly loud moan drifted through the monitor, Sue's voice shredded into something unrecognizable. Georgina's hips jerked involuntarily, the chastity cage digging into his pelvis as he imagined Terry's hands—big, tanned, dotted with coarse dark hair—gripping Sue's hips hard enough to leave bruises. The plastic pants crackled like firecrackers as he rolled onto his side, pressing his face into the crib bumper embroidered with pastel ducks. Georgina's thighs trembled against the crib mattress, the sheer nylon of his nightie clinging to his sweat-damp skin like a second layer of shame. Every shift of his hips sent the plastic pants crinkling—an embarrassingly loud soundtrack to the muffled groans coming through the baby monitor. The pink satin frilly knickers were cut high on the hips, the open lace frills fluttering against his inner thighs whenever he dared to move. He could see the pathetic bulge of his erection straining against the thick nappy beneath the semi-transparent plastic, the outline of his tiny pink chastity cage just visible through the layers of frilly fabric. In the next room, the bedframe hit the wall with a sharp crack—once, twice—followed by Terry's guttural groan. Georgina whimpered, his fingers twisting in the satin-edged crib sheet. The monitor crackled with wet, rhythmic sounds—Sue's breathless whimpers interspersed with whispered praise that wasn't meant for him. He could picture Terry looming over her, his thick forearms flexing as he pinned Sue's wrists above her head, the muscles in his back rolling with each thrust. A particularly high-pitched cry from Sue as he pentrated her so deeply stretching her wide and deep like never before sent Georgina's hips jerking involuntarily. The plastic pants amplified every desperate squirm, the crinkling so loud it nearly drowned out the slick slap of flesh from downstairs. The frilly knickers bunched up around the waistband of his plastic pants, the tiny satin bow now damp with sweat. He imagined Terry's big hands gripping Sue's hips—those rough, masculine fingers leaving marks on her skin—while his own trapped erection strained uselessly against the chastity cage's confines. The nursery mobile spun lazily overhead, his wifes sexy white satin panties shining in the light ,the pastel animals casting elongated shadows across Georgina's tear-streaked face. A drop of sweat slid from his temple onto the embroidered duckling on his crib bumper. He could smell himself—the sickly sweet baby powder undercut by the sharp musk of his own arousal—and wondered if Terry could smell Sue's pleasure from across the house. A particularly loud moan drifted through the monitor, Sue's voice breaking into something raw and unfamiliar. Georgina's hips jerked involuntarily, the chastity cage digging into his pelvis as he imagined Terry's hands—those big, tanned paws dotted with coarse dark hair—gripping Sue's hips hard enough to leave bruises. The plastic pants crackled like firecrackers as he rolled onto his side, pressing his face into the crib bumper embroidered with pastel ducks. Georgina's tiny erection strained pathetically against the fluffy nappy fabric, barely making a three-inch tent in the thick cotton. His hairless balls—pink and absurdly small—nestled in the folds of the cloth diaper, trapped beneath layers of crinkling plastic pants and the ridiculous frilly knickers Sue had special-ordered. The semi-clear plastic pants amplified every shift of his thighs, the sound deafening in the quiet nursery as he lay curled in his crib. Georgina could hear the rhythmic squeak of their bedframe —the unmistakable sound of Sue's headboard hitting the wall harder and faster than before at Terry's pace. A high-pitched gasp cut through the noise, followed by a throaty laugh that wasn't Sue's. Georgina's fingers twisted in the satin ribbons of his bonnet as another sound joined the chorus: the wet, slapping noise of skin against skin, too fast and too heavy to be anything but Terry's doing. The frilly pink satin knickers rode up with every squirm, the open lace frills tickling his inner thighs. Georgina had begged Sue to let him wear the matching garter belts too, but she'd laughed while buckling him into the crib—"Don't get greedy, baby girl"—and left the delicate satin straps dangling from the dresser knob just out of reach. Now they swayed mockingly with each thud from the master bedroom, the tiny bows trembling in time with the impacts. A particularly loud moan drifted through the monitor, Sue's voice shredded into something unrecognizable. Georgina's hips jerked involuntarily, the chastity cage digging into his pelvis as he imagined Terry's hands—big, tanned, dotted with coarse dark hair—gripping Sue's hips hard enough to leave bruises. The plastic pants crackled like firecrackers as he rolled onto his side, pressing his face into the crib bumper embroidered with pastel ducks. Georgina's three-inch erection strained pathetically against the thick cotton nappy, barely creating a ripple in the fluffy padding beneath the crinkling plastic pants. The semi-clear plastic amplified every involuntary twitch—his tiny pink chastity cage glinting obscenely under the nursery nightlight's soft glow. The frilly knickers rode higher with each squirm, their delicate lace frills fluttering against his hairless inner thighs like butterfly wings. The tiny satin bow at the waist had gone crooked, darkened with sweat where it dug into the soft flesh of his belly. Downstairs, the bedframe slammed against the wall in a relentless rhythm—thud-thud-thud—punctuated by Sue's high, broken moans that crackled through the baby monitor. Georgina clenched his thighs together, the plastic pants emitting an embarrassingly loud crinkle that nearly drowned out the wet slap of Terry's thrusts. The sheer nylon nightie clung to his flushed skin, its double layers doing nothing to conceal the mess of arousal and humiliation beneath. A drop of sweat slid from his temple onto the embroidered duckling of his crib bumper, the fabric darkening where it landed. The nursery mobile spun lazily overhead, its pastel animals casting grotesque shadows across Georgina's tear-streaked cheeks. He imagined Terry's hands—those thick-fingered, calloused things that could palm a basketball—digging into Sue's hips hard enough to leave bruises tomorrow. The thought made his caged erection pulse, a pathetic dribble of precum soaking into the nappy. The plastic pants amplified every shift of his legs, each movement sending the satin knickers' lace frills skimming over his hypersensitive skin. A particularly loud cry from Sue pierced through the monitor's static—half-sob, half-laugh—followed by Terry's growled "Christ, you're tight." Georgina whimpered, his fingers twisting in the satin-edged crib sheet until the delicate fabric threatened to tear. The knickers' waistband dug into his soft belly, the tiny bow now thoroughly ruined from his thrashing. He could smell himself beneath the cloying lavender powder—the sharp musk of his own frustration mingling with the sour tang of sweat-soaked plastic. Georgina's pinky toe curled against the satin-lined crib bumper as another muffled moan crackled through the baby monitor. The sheer nylon nightie clung to his trembling thighs, the double layers doing nothing to conceal the pathetic tenting of his fluffy nappy beneath the crinkling plastic pants. Each shallow breath made the semi-clear plastic whisper obscenely, amplifying the damp rustle of the thick cotton diaper beneath. The frilly knickers—those adorable satin things with their open lace frills—had ridden up again, the delicate pink bow at the waist now twisted sideways from his squirming. Georgina could feel every thread of lace against his hairless inner thighs, each flutter of fabric sending jolts through his caged erection. Three inches. That's all he could manage, even at his most desperate—a humiliating nub straining against the heart-shaped lock of his chastity device.

The doorbell chimed, a bright, innocent sound that belied the storm brewing within my own pathetic existence. My wife, Sarah, pecked my cheek, her eyes bright with an unfamiliar excitement. "Just for a few hours, honey. Ashley will take good care of you." Ashley, our neighbor’s college-aged daughter, stood there, a vision of athletic grace and long, blonde hair that cascaded down her shoulders. Her smile, however, was not friendly. It was a predator's grin, full of knowing. "So, honey," she purred, once Sarah’s car had chirped its departure, "ready for your bedtime story?" She watched me, her gaze lingering on my nervously fidgeting hands. I tried to regain some semblance of dignity. "Look, Ashley, this isn't necessary. I'm a grown man. I don't need a babysitter." She laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "Oh, but your wife seems to think otherwise. And you know, she told me everything." She walked around me, her eyes raking over my pajama-clad form. "It started with the bedwetting, didn't it? Such a shame for a 'grown man'." Her voice was dripping with mocking sweetness. "Then came the… accessories." My face burned. I remembered the day Sarah had come home, a conspiratorial smirk on her face, with a package. Inside: pink frilly knickers, delicate little dresses, plastic pants, and – the ultimate indignity – nappies. She’d explained it as ‘therapy,’ a way to ‘reconnect with my inner child.’ I’d believed her, desperate for anything that might fix what was broken between us. But Ashley knew the truth. "Honestly," she continued, her voice sharper now, "your wife told me you’re basically a three-inch wonder. Said she can’t feel a thing. Is that why you needed all this… baby stuff? To feel something?" The sheer cruelty of it stole my breath. I felt a prickle of dampness in my crotch. My bedwetting, a recent, humiliating development, had returned with a vengeance. "Oh dear," Ashley said, her voice laced with feigned concern. "Looks like someone needs a change." She led me to the bathroom, her hand firm on my back, propelling me forward like a child. As she expertly unfastened my damp nappy, her eyes danced with triumph. "Seriously, is that it?" she scoffed, poking gently at my shrunken penis. "No wonder she needs a real man to satisfy her." She swiftly put me in a fresh, soft terry nappy, the crinkly noise of the semi-clear plastic pants loud in the silent house. Then came the final insult: pale pink sheer ruffled nylon baby knickers, covered in matching lace, that perfectly matched the pale pink nightie she made me put on. I looked utterly ridiculous, utterly pathetic. "There, much better, little sissy," she cooed, her fingers brushing my blonde hair. "Now, off to your cot." She tucked me into the cot Sarah had insisted on, the bars a cage around my humiliation. Then, from the hallway, I heard it. A soft thump, a muffled giggle. And then, Sarah’s voice, a little breathless. "He’s got… such a huge… long… eight inches." A sickening realization dawned on me as Ashley walked back into the room, a triumphant smirk on her face. Sarah’s damp, white silky satin panties were now draped over my head, muffling my sobs. Ashley leaned in close, her breath warm against my ear. "She told me you were like this, a sissy loser, wetting yourself while she has a real man in her bed. She actually found it quite… amusing." The doorbell chimed, a bright, innocent sound that belied the storm brewing within my own pathetic existence. My wife, Sarah, pecked my cheek, her eyes bright with an unfamiliar excitement. "Just for a few hours, honey. Ashley will take good care of you." Ashley, our neighbor’s college-aged daughter, stood there, a vision of athletic grace and long, blonde hair that cascaded down her shoulders. Her smile, however, was not friendly. It was a predator's grin, full of knowing. "So, honey," she purred, once Sarah’s car had chirped its departure, "ready for your bedtime story?" She watched me, her gaze lingering on my nervously fidgeting hands. I tried to regain some semblance of dignity. "Look, Ashley, this isn't necessary. I'm a grown man. I don't need a babysitter." She laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "Oh, but your wife seems to think otherwise. And you know, she told me everything." She walked around me, her eyes raking over my pajama-clad form. "It started with the bedwetting, didn't it? Such a shame for a 'grown man'." Her voice was dripping with mocking sweetness. "Then came the… accessories." My face burned. I remembered the day Sarah had come home, a conspiratorial smirk on her face, with a package. Inside: pink frilly knickers, delicate little dresses, plastic pants, and – the ultimate indignity – nappies. She’d explained it as ‘therapy,’ a way to ‘reconnect with my inner child.’ I’d believed her, desperate for anything that might fix what was broken between us. But Ashley knew the truth. "Honestly," she continued, her voice sharper now, "your wife told me you’re basically a three-inch wonder. Said she can’t feel a thing. Is that why you needed all this… baby stuff? To feel something?" The sheer cruelty of it stole my breath. I felt a prickle of dampness in my crotch. My bedwetting, a recent, humiliating development, had returned with a vengeance. "Oh dear," Ashley said, her voice laced with feigned concern. "Looks like someone needs a change." She led me to the bathroom, her hand firm on my back, propelling me forward like a child. As she expertly unfastened my damp nappy, her eyes danced with triumph. "Seriously, is that it?" she scoffed, poking gently at my shrunken penis. "No wonder she needs a real man to satisfy her." She swiftly put me in a fresh, soft terry nappy, the crinkly noise of the semi-clear plastic pants loud in the silent house. Then came the final insult: pale pink sheer ruffled nylon baby knickers, covered in matching lace, that perfectly matched the pale pink nightie she made me put on. I looked utterly ridiculous, utterly pathetic. "There, much better, little sissy," she cooed, her fingers brushing my blonde hair. "Now, off to your cot." She tucked me into the cot Sarah had insisted on, the bars a cage around my humiliation. Then, from the hallway, I heard it. A soft thump, a muffled giggle. And then, Sarah’s voice, a little breathless. "He’s got… such a huge… long… eight inches." A sickening realization dawned on me as Ashley walked back into the room, a triumphant smirk on her face. Sarah’s damp, white silky satin panties were now draped over my head, muffling my sobs. Ashley leaned in close, her breath warm against my ear. "She told me you were like this, a sissy loser, wetting yourself while she has a real man in her bed. She actually found it quite… amusing And as the sounds of my wife's pleasure, and her lover's grunts, filtered through the thin walls, I lay there, trapped, wearing baby clothes, soaked in my own shame, the ultimate cuckold, my humiliation complete.

Jane It is summer and me and my wife Bernie are over at our neighbours Rick and Janes for a barbeque, our good friends Bill and Kirsty are there too as is Rick’s 3 year-old son Max from a previous relationship. It is very warm and we are all in shorts and vests. It is getting later in the evening and still very warm and we have all been drinking since the afternoon when the silly games start. Max is still up and running about, now just in a T-shirt and his nappy. First, it is the drinking games, but the girls didn’t think that was fair as the boys are all bigger, so Jane comes up with the dares. Take your top off then take your bottoms off to your underwear then run 2 doors up to the end of the street in just your underwear. I was obviously reluctant but after all of the girls had taken there tops off to their bra’s and bottoms off to their knickers, they said I was being unfair me not taking my shorts off. Whether they were all too drunk to notice or just didn’t care, it was only Jane who squealed with delight when I took my shorts off revealing my bulky gleaming white nappy. “Nappies! Gary’s got nappies. At least you are not the only one in a nappy” and then we were straight back to the games with my nappy just treated as underwear. I did the end of the street and back too then we just got back to sitting around drinking and chatting in our underwear. We did pull our T shirts back on but no bottoms and nothing said about my nappy at first but a little while later and everybody is taking it in turns to go to the loo, when one has to go then suddenly everybody has to go it seems, everybody that is except me. Jane picked up on this straight away “Aren’t you going for a wee Gary, or have you already been?” I just sat there squirming when Jane came straight up to me looking at my nappy not concealed between my legs, “have you wet your nappy then, you have haven’t you hahaha” looking at the slight discolouration. “I’ve just changed Max’s nappy; do you need your nappy changing too?” Bernie staring at me with Daggers “No, he doesn’t. He can go home if that is the case.” We spent a bit more time drinking but then I was tired and ready to go home for bed. I got up to say bye and was following Bernie towards the gate with Jane following us to put some things in the bin when it just happened. I was walking out of the gate when I flooded my nappy giving me a very droopy bum. “You haven’t” Jane chuckled at me before I hadn’t even figured what she was referring too “Have you just gone in your nappy?” “Ah sorry, no control over that one” I replied feeling a little ashamed. Jane however was now giggling “I can’t believe you just went in your nappy when you were going home” she said “I know, I’ll pop round tomorrow and then hopefully explain” I said, Bernie was clearly not happy with me. Frosty reception from Bernie as we walked across the road to our house. I was upstairs and changing as Bernie just got into bed by herself, it appeared that I had clearly gone too far. The following morning, I was up showered and changed. Bernie was like “I don’t know why you’ve put that on when you’ve just got clean and showered. I’m going out till later” and she got in her car and was gone. A little while later I saw that Jane had been out in her car and had come back so probably up the shops, so I ventured over to say thanks for last night. I’m in a T shirt and my shorts are my short baggy ones. I knock on Jane’s door and she opens the door looking her normal bright and giggly self. “About last night” I begin “You fancy a drink” she says, “the gate is open, so I’ll see you in the back.” Jane is very house proud, no shoes allowed so as we were going to the back garden anyway, it was easier to go through the gate than take shoes off and then put shoes on. Once in the garden and a minute later and Jane is there with two cups of tea and I begin “Sorry but it’s a problem I’ve had for a while” I say while Jane is sniggering “at least you see the funny side, which is good” “I just can’t believe that you were wearing a nappy like Max, OH sorry, you’re still wearing a nappy, I can see it, hehehe, oh sorry I shouldn’t laugh it is just a bit different that’s all” she says “It’s OK and stop apologising, it is a little gift from a motorcycle accident 20 years ago, I’ve got used to it.” I reply “Do you wear them all of the time then?” she asks “No, just when I don’t want wet pants” I offer “And do you use them for everything” she asks “Not entirely no, I make up a point of using the toilet to try and clear out every morning, to prevent serious incidents but they happen” I reply “So, you have no control?” she asks “No, I have some control when I concentrate on it, but it can catch me unawares” I reply “Anyway I need to nip into town as Bernie has gone off in a huff” “Ooh, can I come” she asks “Rick has gone to Newtown to take Max home, he won’t be back till lunch time.” “Of course,” and we get in my car and drive into town. Driving over the river bridge and Jane is asking why there no houses on the flat land by it and I’m telling her about the flood plains. We park nearby and take a walk across the field towards the river and climb down the bank to water level to watch the swans before returning to the car. Jane turns to follow me up the bank away from the river when she squeals “I can see it, hehehe, I can see your nappy under your shorts, hehehe, have you wet it yet?” “probably” I respond “Really, you’re wearing a wet nappy, and nobody can tell” she says “Well, I have an idea” “So, you don’t know?” “Not really but it’s usually wet by now, so I just assume.” “So, you don’t have a wee, you just gets wet?” “Yes, most of the time but I never fully empty so I can wee as well. But as I cannot feel if I need a wee like you do, I can sometimes just flood and then it leaks if I haven’t had a wee for a while, so I just make sure to keep my bladder empty. I can wear pants and to the loo for a wee every 20 minutes, but I still leak a bit and so get wet anyway. Wearing a wet nappy is more comfy than wet pants so I wear a nappy and wet it,” “So, is your nappy wet now because you’re leaking or because you wet it?” “Both really, and yes I’ve just wet myself while standing here talking to you.” Sarah just stood there giggling to herself. “Sorry for asking so many questions, I’m just intrigued.” “It’s OK, I don’t mind talking about it really, it’s nice to able to be open about it, Bernie does not like it most of the time” “But she knew and left you and then came back so presumably accepting it.” “Yep, and she has even changed me” “What! Like I change Max? hehehe, have you always had to wear nappies then?” “Most of my life, yeah” “So, you were normal and then something happened?” “OK here you go then. I was toilet trained and dry by the time I was 2. My little brother was born when I was 5 and I had a few wet beds. Then when I was 7, my 8-year-old sister wanted to play moms and dads, but I was to be the baby and she put a nappy on me over my pants. Mom caught us but instead of getting mad, she showed Cindy how to it properly. She got my baby brother Ben and lay us down, side by side. She got a clean nappy and baby pants out of the airing cupboard and started changing Ben’s nappy while Cindy copied her putting a nappy on me, so I was then in a nappy and baby pants playing all the time as Cindy thought it was fun and I didn’t mind. The nappy got wet which we thought was just funny, so we played all summer, I even went into town wearing it under my shorts and Cindy made sure I was wearing a nappy ready for bed. Wake up in the night needing a wee and you’re wearing a nappy which everybody expects to be wet in the morning anyway. It was all a game but a game where I was now in nappies again. Then when I was 11, my dad died at work, within a few weeks and I was waking up in a wet bed. I hid it from my mom as I found some nappies in the back of the airing cupboard, I could remember I had worn them only a few years before so wore them again. I improvised waterproof pants with a carrier bag and this kept my bed dry. The wetting continued and so I got proper baby pants from the shop. The bigger ones actually fit me easily. This went on for months until mom caught me. I was getting careless and still wearing it in a morning whilst downstairs having breakfast and mom smelled me took a step back looking at me and announced, ‘your nappy needs changing’. Nothing was said for a few weeks and realising the calming effect they had on me, I had started to wear them during the day. I was walking in the house to go to my room and Cindy was giggling. I just kept my head down as I knew I needed to change as I had wet my nappy while out on my bike. I went into my room and mom was waiting for me sitting on my bed. I was about to turn round but she called me over and was really calm and started asking me questions. I tried to deny everything, but she pulled me to her and grabbed me, feeling my bottom, she said she knew when her little boy needs his nappy changing and I was definitely her little boy who needs his nappy changing. Mom then pulled me onto her lap and changed my nappy like it was the most normal thing in the world. She had even got a pile of nappies on top of my chest-of-drawers, and they were bigger and thicker than what I normally wore. So now I’m 12 and a clean nappy is out with my clothes whenever I get home from school and at weekend mornings so I can wear during the day. Mom doesn’t always change me but makes sure I always have a clean nappy available and they get used. I was getting better as I got older and could go without a nappy for days but then I had my bike smash when I was 18. I apparently lost control of my bike on a corner at about 70mph. I fell off and damaged a road sign, 4 concrete garden posts and 2 apple trees. I was found in minutes by my mates who I was out with, they collectively saved my life as they got me out of a tree and into a recovery position until the ambulance arrived. I was unconscious for 3 weeks and have no recollection of the events at all. I was taken to hospital with · A fractured femur (Thigh bone) · A fractured Humorous (Upper arm bone) · Head injuries (Swollen face and unconscious) · Internal bleeding (Swollen abdominal region) Initially the casualty consultant had decided not to operate on my leg, he was going to put me on traction instead of a plate as I was too ill to operate on. Then they found I had internal bleeding so had to operate on me anyway. My mom had been a casualty Sister so she knew these were not easy decisions and had warned my brothers and sister that I might not make it. I was in hospital on traction for about 3 months and got out with very poor balance and motor skills and very much struggling to hold my bladder. The first day back and I had wet myself sitting on the settee and almost falling asleep, so mom helped me upstairs as my leg was still in a caste and helped me get undressed and into bed. She even went in my bottom drawer and got my nappies out that she pinned on me. She was even able to get my baby pants over my caste. I was asleep within minutes. The following day and I persuade mom to take me out in the car, but I fall down the outside steps and break my arm again while trying to get to the car. Mom is able to pick me up and put me in the car as I had lost so much weight in hospital and I was only about 6 stones, so all my baby pants were fitting me better, in fact a couple of my baby pants were a bit big on me. Getting back home and now I can’t use my crutches or get upstairs, so mom with my brother and sister brought my bed downstairs into the living/dining room which I was helped to get in. Mom now just kept me in nappies apart from a trip to the loo every morning and that was for 3 months while my arm got better before I could use my crutches again. It was during this time that I also found that I was always wet. Mom had even borrowed a wheelchair for me as I unable to use crutches with my arm in plaster. Mom let me go downtown so I could go out with my mates and I’m in a nappy in my wheelchair in a pub with loads of mates and a couple of ex-girlfriends, I was ready for a nappy change when I got home that night. So, a few months later and my arm and leg are now usable but I’m still a bit weak and still wetting so I just keep wearing nappies. I get better by going to the loo a lot and wearing just a disposable baby nappy in my pants under my trousers and I am then able to go back to work, and nobody says anything. Whether that was because they didn’t see or chose to not say, I don’t know, always hoping for the former but expecting the latter. I go and see Dr’s and consultants and therapists, but nobody can identify why I keep wetting. It could be mechanical or a nerve damage due to abdominal trauma, it could be neurological due to head trauma, it could be psychological due to post traumatic stress disorder or more likely it is just a bit of everything. Then here we are 20 years later, still in nappies and still trying to hide it so as not to upset people. I have learned to stop worrying about it too much and make the most of what I have got. I lost some control of my bodily functions, but I kept my arms and legs. I might be wearing nappies but at least I’m walking and talking. Things could have quite easily been a lot worse.” “Wow!” was all Jane could manage “So you were wearing nappies when you were at school?” “I woke up every morning in a wet nappy before school and was wearing a nappy every afternoon and evening after school. I was also wearing a nappy every weekend and holiday out of school, it was just easier. I did wear a nappy a few times at school, but I was too scared I would be caught and ridiculed, so I just made sure to go to the toilets between every lesson then I made sure to not drink anything at school and even then, I was still damp by the end of the day. I had got hold of child size disposable nappies in my last few years at school and always kept one under the base board in my school bag. Then when the last bell rang, I would hide in the disabled toilets by the lecture theatre on the way out of school and put it on for my bus ride home. It was so nice to put something dry on by that point. I was still so small and skinny that I could still wear child size baby nappies. Then when I was doing my paper round, it was a couple of miles outside the village so with my short notice needs to go, wearing my nappy was the obvious solution and much easier to deal with than messy underwear. I would get home from school and mom would leave my clothes on my bed to change into and there was always a nappy and baby pants on the pile. Terry nappy and baby pants being my normal and disposable nappy if we had to be really discreet.” “But you said you filled your nappy when you were younger and you filled your nappy last night, so what is that about” “Initially it was separation and loss anxiety after I lost my dad, I was told by a psychologist that I had a need to regress and that was how it manifested itself. I never deliberately messed; it can just happen when I am least expecting it. So, something got messed up in my brain between psychological and neurological and sometimes I mess when stressed.” “So, Bernie having a go at you last night backfired on her as it caused you to fill your nappy?” “Yes, probably something like that.” “But why messy when doing your paper round?” “Ahh! Errm! I don’t know, it just happened while riding home. Mom was always saying I should stop doing that, but it just happened.” Jane now had that big grin on her face, her interrogation of me was getting far more information than I was normally willing to give. “So, your mom knew when you had used your nappy?” “Mom always know what state my nappy is in, she has second sense and she was the one who washed them.” “So, it just happens or do you just let it happen?” “Ahh! Errm!” “Come on tell me, I’ll never say a word to another person, I promise.” “Ok, a bit of both I suppose if I’m wearing a nappy anyway and it is expected that will have been used, then I just won’t fight it to a degree” “I knew it” Jane now had the biggest grin on face, “I can also tell you a secret. Nobody out of my family knows this but was also a bit late in nappies and I also sometimes had a bit more than a wet nappy.” “Really, I know it is more common than anybody would think. Nobody ever talks about it so everybody thinks they are the only one. When I was getting better after hospital, I was as heavy as a 5 or 6-year-old but taller so a bit skinnier and large baby nappies easily fit me. I used to wear something called Boot’s Bruma’s, child size waterproof pants. I used to wear these over doubled up terry nappies, and they were easily big enough to fit me. They would not make nappies to fit teenagers if there was no market for them so there must be loads out there and just not talking about it. So come on tell me your story, how late is late?” “8” “No way” “Yep 8 and still bed wetting. At weekends though, I just wouldn’t get dressed and stay in my night nappies. Mom knew and would make gentle fun of me, but it was my choice. Sometimes at a weekend, I would even change my nappy and get dressed in a clean nappy hiding it under my skirt. Mom knew, especially if I was wearing leggings, leggings don’t hide knickers so will never hide a nappy, but she was OK about it. She was just worried in case my friends found out and made fun of me. I never wore one to school though unlike my friend Elaine. Elaine wore a nappy every day under her skirt and only a few of us found out as she never did PE with us so never got undressed in front of us and she never came to any sleepovers. We never discussed it, but I had seen her in town and she definitely had a nappy butt if you know what to look for.” “and you said ‘and sometimes a bit more than a wet nappy” it was now Jane’s turn to blush a little. “A bit like you said. Mom had put me in a nappy and knew that nappies get used. Sometimes if I wasn’t feeling well, mom would put me in a nappy and tell me to just stay in bed until I felt better. We both knew what this meant so it just happened.” I was now grinning at Jane as she was bearing her soul to me. “But you stopped when you were 8” “Yes, mostly. There was the time when I was 9 and 10 and we were driving on Holiday and mom put a nappy on me for the drive down to Cornwall. I was mostly dry at night, but mom did not want to risk it on the motorway, so I got to wear nappies for a week on holiday” “A week, I thought you just meant for the drive down the motorway where you can’t stop” “Well, yeh, that was the main reason but being as mom had to buy a pack of them, she just let me wear them when we went out and in bed at night.” “that means then, at 10 years old, you are running round Cornwall with a nappy on under your skirt just because you’ve got a packet of them. Did you use it?” “Of course I did, it’s what it’s for. No point wearing a nappy if you’re not going to wet it.” “Yes, I know that but I’m leaky, there’s nothing wrong with you.” “True, but just the same as when you were 7. You told me that you were wearing nappies at 7 just for fun while playing mommies and daddies with your sister.” “True, makes you wonder how many 7 & 8 year olds are out there in nappies.

Making Him the Perfect Hubby "You what?!" said Erin Johnson to her husband Bob, with a tone of both anger and incredulity in her voice. This was supposed to be an evening of pleasant romance between the two, but like most such evenings, it hadended prematurely. Usually, Bob at least lasted until he and Erin were lying together in bed. But increasingly, he wasn't even lasting that long, and tonight, as they were dancing slowly, and just as Erin's desire was started to build, Bob had gotten that terrible sheepish guilty look on his face. Looking down, Erin noticed a spot of dampness spreading across the front of his pants. "I'm sorry sweetheart" Bob whispered in reply. "You're just so beautiful and sexy that I can't control myself. I'll do better next time, I promise." "Oh, sure you will" mocked Erin. "Just like last time, and the time before that, and the time before that? I've heard your promises before. Well this time, that's it. There's no reason why I should have to put up with the frustration that you put me through, and from now on I won't." Bob had never seen his wife this angry before. "Erin. What are you saying? You know I love you. You know how sexy you are. That's all it is. I'll do better." But in reply, Bob's wife took his face in her hand, looked him in the eyes, and said "You know what you are like, Bob? A baby. Babies can't control themselves and you can't control yourself. So if you're going to act like a baby, I'm going to have to treat you like one. When babies wet themselves,what do we do?" "D..Diaper them?" said Bob hesitatingly. "That's right" continued Erin."Diaper ...nappies them. And that's what I'm going to do to you. We're going to go to the store, get some diapers and pink plastic pants, and that's what you're going to wear until you learn how to control yourself like a man." "Y..you're going to make me wear diapers like a baby boy?" said Bob, whose voice had begun to quiver as he became more and more upset. "Please Erin, don't do that. I can control myself. I promise I can. Don't put me in diapers. Please. Give me another chance. I can do it." Erin looked at her poor husband. Tears were starting to flow down his cheeks, and he had actually dropped to the floor and was hugging her around her legs, pleading with her to let him try to show her that he could be a man. But Erin was unmoved. She'd suffered frustration too many times. "Look at you" she said. "You're crying. Just like a baby. It shows that I should be putting you in diapers, and the sooner the better. But I don't know where this 'baby boy' stuff comes from. I didn't say anything about making you into a baby boy. A real man wouldn't have to be put into diapers by his wife. But you're not a real man - you're a sissy. And sissies don't get put into baby boy clothes -they're dressed as baby girls. And that is exactly how I'm going to be dressing you." Erin took her husband's hand in hers and pulled him to a standing position. "Come on. Let's get this over with. I don't want to waste the whole evening." Bob was so upset he could scarcely understand what was happening. Meekly, he followed his wife to the car, and sat in the passenger seat with his head down and the tears still flowing as they drove to a nearby pharmacy. After parking the car, Erin started to walk to the store, but then noticed that Bob wasn't moving from his seat. Returning to his side, she opened the door, and in a quiet but very firm voice said "Bob - if you know what is good for you you'll come with me this instant. I know you don't think things could be any worse for you than they are now, but I assure you they could be. If you want me to stay with you, you will come with me into this store right now and you will do as you are told. Have I made myself completely understood?" Bob looked up at the wife he adored, saw the seriousness in her face, and quickly scrambled from the car to accompany her into the store. As soon as they got inside, Erin spied the assistant store manager - a woman named Amanda who was a friend of Erin's from high school days. "Amanda" Erin called out. "Where are the adult diapers?" Amanda pointed toward the back of the store. "Back of aisle 4. And good for you. It's about time you took control like this." Bob couldn't believe what he was hearing. "D..does Amanda know why we're here?" he whispered. "Yes, as a matter of fact she does" replied his wife. "I've talked about your little problem with her a number of times, and it was actually her suggestion that I try putting you in diapers. You know that she's never married and she's told me a bunch of times that she can't figure out why I ever got married - and why I married you especially. Well, your little 'prematurity' problem has certainly convinced her that she's been right all along." By then they were in the adult diaper section. Mrs. Johnson picked out a pack of a dozen extra thick terry toweling nappies , and then motioned to her husband to follow her to the check out line. As she approached the checkout area, Amanda settled in behind an unoccupied register and motioned for them tolet her check them out. "Well, Bob" Amanda said a laugh, as she rang up the fluffly white nappies "I see that Erin has finally come to her senses and is following one of my suggestions." "Well, I had to try something" said Erin. "He's really no better than a baby. Luckily I ordered those other items a few weeks ago, so I've got some adult size plastic pants waiting for him at home . And an adorable pink satin baby bonnet. And a nice pacifier. And a short pink frilly satin baby dress in Bob's size with some cute frilly pink satin panties covered in lace on the front and rear very very girl and sissyish!" Bob's eyes grew large when he heard this, but as he started to say something, his wife interrupted"Shh. I didn't invite a comment from you. Try to at least show me that you can control your tongue - if not your tiny privates." By then Amanda had handed Erin back her change and put the diapers in a large plastic bag. "So" said Amanda "are we on for later tonight then? I get off work at 10, and Jimmy's coming by my house at 10:30. I can tell him to bring his brother along for you. I can assure you that Jimmy'sbrother Tom is not like your little baby here. I used to date him and I know from many long nights that Tom's got the tool and the skills to make sure you get what you need." "Sounds great" said Erin. "I'll be there right around 10:30 - after I put this little one to bed Bob was very quiet as they walked back to the car. He made sure he opened the door for his wife, then got in on the passenger side. Erin, in contrast, was smiling and humming; she'd been waiting for this night for quite some time. Everything was set. Everything was going smoothly. Bob's transformation into the perfect husband was about to begin. Bob, meanwhile, did not yet fully believe what was happening to him. His wife had bought diapers and a an outfit of baby girl clothes for him, and if he understood what she was saying, she was also planning to go out with another man. He decided that his best strategy at that point was not to make Erin any angrier with him than she was already. Maybe this was all just a threat, or even a joke. When they got home, Bob scurried out from the car and ran around to open the door for Erin, then opened the door to the house for her. As soon as they got inside he took her coat and hung it up, then as she sat down in the living room he knelt in front of her to remove her shoes for her and asked her if she wanted a drink. After fixing her a drink, he knelt again in front of her. "Erin" he said. "You know I love you and would do anything for you. But you aren't really going to make me wear diapers are you? This is silly. All you have to do is tell me what you want and how you want me to behave better and I will." Erin smiled. She knew that with a little effort she would be able to get Bob to do what she said, but hadn't realized it would be quite this easy. But Amanda had been right. She had told Erin that Bob's lack ofskill (and size) in the sack could be turned against him to get him to go along with basically anything that Erin wanted. And with a little prodding and encouragement from Amanda, what Erin had finally realized that she wanted was for Bob to become her maid rather than her lover “ there were lots of other men around who could fulfill the lover role. Erin wriggled her toes in Bob's face and laughed at his predicament. "Oh sweetheart" she said "I know you'd try your darndest to please me, but the harder you try, the quicker you seem to mess. This is the only thing I can think of to do. So yes, I'm going to put you in diapers. You know it's what you deserve. Just look “ I can still see a spot of wetness on your pants. And we both know how sticky and messy your underwear is right now. That is such a babyish thing to do. Isn't it? Well “" Erin leaned over and took Bob's face in her hands, making him look her in the eyes. "Isn't it?" "Y..Yes" he stammered, while doing his best to avoid his wife's strong gaze. "And" continued Erin, "the best way to deal with a babyish mess problem is with diapers. So let's not have any more foolishness. Get those clothes off. It's time for you to become my baby girl." Bob looked up at his wife. Her gaze was strong and commanding. They both knew that he'd obey. Slowly Bob removed his socks and shirt and pants. Erin could see the mess he'd made in his underwear, and as Bob saw her staring at the wet spot his face grew red with shame. He hesitated for just a moment, but Erin motioned with her finger for him to pull them down. "Now doesn't that feel better" she said "to get those messy underpants off?" Bob nodded in agreement, but didn't say a word. Erin next old him to go to their bedroom and to return with a large plastic bag from her closet, containing the items she had purchased during the past few weeks. When Bob returned with the bag, Erin reached inside and pulled out a large changing pad. Placing it on he rug, she motioned for Bob to lie on it face up. Erin next got out a container of baby wipes to clean him up, then told him to lift his legs so she could slide a diaper beneath his rear. In a moment she had it in velcroed in place. Next came a pair of plastic pants followed by the very frilly pink satin panties.She slid them up his legs and tooked them over his nappy and plastic pants.Only a small amount of plastic could be seen from the leg openings she thought that this would be okay because she would like visitors to see that he truly was a sissy baby in diapers and needed the plastic pants She then had Bob stand up, and slid the large sizepink satin baby dress over his head. After helping him get his feet she pulled it down (the frilly skirt of the dress barely coming below his waist so the ruffled pink satin panties were visible in typical baby girl fashion then buttoned it up the back. Next came the baby bonnet, tied tightly beneath Bob's chin. Stepping back, she walking completely around her new "baby girl." "Just perfect" she said, with a laugh. "If you're a good baby girl, maybe you'll be able to get out of diapers in a couple of weeks. I'm sure you'll be eager to graduate to panties by then!" "OK, now come here, sweetie." As Bob started to stand up and move towards his wife, he saw that she suddenly had an angry look again. "NO! Not like that. Not standing up. Like a baby. On your hands andknees." Bob realized she was serious, and immediately got down on his hands and knees to crawl to where Erin was now sitting. When he got there, he saw that she had pulled a baby bottle from the bag and was holding it towards him. With only a slight hesitation, Bob did as he knew was expected of him “ he leaned forward and took the bottle's nipple between his lips and started so suck, rhythmically taking in the warm baby formula. "That's a good little girl" laughed Erin. "Now as soon as you finishthat up, it will be time for you to go to bed. I'll be going out, so I need you safely tucked away." Bob got a pained expression on his face as he heard his wife's comment, but obediently continued sucking on the bottle, until it's contents were completely drained. Looking up at his wife, he now asked "Y..You aren'treally going to go out with someone else are you? Please tell me that you were just kidding." Erin laughed, and gave her husband a kiss on the head. "Crawl over here, sweetie." And Erin lead her husband to where he could look at himself in a mirror. "Look and tell me what you see." "I .. I see me dressed in baby clothes." Bob quietly replied."That's right. And do you look like someone that I'd want to go to bed with? Now be honest." Bob looked again in the mirror, and then even more quietly replied "No...I guess not...I...well, maybe you could let me wear something else." "But Bob" his wife exclaimed "You're dressed this way for a reason. And you know what that reason is don't you." "Yes" her humbled hubby replied. "And what is that reason?" asked Erin. "Tell me. I want to be sure you fully understand." "I wet .. well, that is, messed my underpants ” prematurely." "That's right. You ejaculated prematurely. Like a baby. And it's because I love you that I'm going to train you now to behave better. And that training starts with wearing diapers and being my baby girl. But as long as you're a baby girl, you can't be the one I have sex with. So of course, I'll be going out with other men. Or shall I say, I'll be going out with real men. Let's get you into bed. Crawl behind me and I'll get you tucked in." Bob crawled after his wife, into the guest room. "I might be bringing Tom home later to spend the night here, so you'll be sleeping in this room. Be sure you don't get out of bed. I'll be very angry if you do. You'll probably have to go during the night after drinking all that formula, but that's what the diapers are for. I'm expecting you to be wet by morning time “ it isn't good for you to hold it too long." Bob climbed into the bed, and Erin then pulled the blankets up and tucked them around him. She could see that tears had started to form in her husband's eyes. She had no desire to make him sad like that, but he was just going to have to learn. She was in charge now. He was going to be trained to serve her, and part of that training was going to involve feminizing him. It was the best thing for him, thought Erin “ and certainly the best thing for her. She gave him a kiss on the cheek, then walked downstairs and out of the house to drive to Amanda's for her date with Tom. Early the next morning, Bob heard his wife calling his name. "Bobbie baby" she called. "Crawl on in here. I have someone I want you to meet." Bob obediently got out of bed and started to crawl into his wife's (and what used to be his) bedroom. He was terribly uncomfortable, however, because he was fighting the powerful urge to wet his diaper, but was desperate not to. Maybe, he thought, Erin would relent and let his use the bathroom like an adult if he did everything else she asked of him. As he crawled into the bedroom, he saw that Erin was in bed beside a handsome man in his early twenties. "Bobbie baby" Erin said as she saw him enter the room. "You're a good girl for crawling in here the way you knew you were supposed to. This is Tom. Tom, this is my husband Bob. Bobbie, I'd like you to say hello to Tom and to thank him for taking me out for sleeping with me. Oh -- and tell him why I had to go out with him instead of sleeping with you and the fact he has a nice thick seven inch cock. The young man beside Erin in bed smiled and then laughed as he heard Erin instruct her husband that way. Bob flushed red with embarrassment and shame looking at the very large thick erect penis befre him, well over twice his size he admitted to himself but compliantly replied. "H..Hello Tom. Th..th..thank you for taking Erin out and for sleeping with her. I know it was what she wanted and needed after I, uh .., I messed too quickly before we were able to sleep together." "Good girl" laughed Erin. "Now how about that nappy. It must need changeding by now." "No" said Bob. "It's still dry. I was hoping you'd let me use the bathroom like a big b.. I mean like a big girl." "Oh, is that what you thought? Well, I will let you “ when you become a big girl. But for now you're a baby girl, so the only place you can wet is in your diaper. Come on. Let's see you go." Erin got out of bed and walked over to Bob. He could see that she was completely naked and couldn't help staring at her beautiful body. Erin saw where he was looking, and smiled, thinking how difficult it must be for him to see her like that with another man in her bed. She knelt down on the rug next to her husband and gave him a little kiss on the cheek. "It's OK sugar. There's no reason to be so uncomfortable. Just relax and let yourself go." Then turning to Tom she said "Would you turn on the water in the bathroom. That will probably do the trick." Tom walked into the attached bathroom and turned on the water then returned to stand next to Erin. By then, Bob's need was overpowering and he started to go in the diaper. From the look of shame on his face, and the increasing sag in the fluffy nappy Erin knew immediately what was happening, and so did Tom. "See now, that wasn't so bad, was it." said Erin when Bob had finished. "Now we can get you changed. " Erin retrieved her changing items from the corner of the room, told Bob to lie on his back on the changing pad.Bob placed his hands over the front of his frilly baby knickers to hide them from Tom."Don't be shy you know Tom is going to see how I keep you all pretty and what frillly baby girl panties you have to wear" She quickly movey his hands away and pulled up his baby dress to keep it out of the way, pulled down the pink satin frilly panties to his ankles then she yanked down the plastic pants, and undid the nappy pins . Tom, of course, was watching this whole exercise -- with alternating looks of amusement and astonishment, and Bob felt greater shame than he'd ever felt in his life. When Erin opened the diaper, she took a moment to point out to Tom the small size of her husband's privates. And then to emphasize the point, she gave Bob a little tickle between the legs to get him aroused, and to show her lover that even when her husband was aroused it was not a very impressive sight. thats as big as she gets only three inches ,its like a six year olds she giggled and watch how quickly he messes" she said with a very sarcastic and mocking laugh. she gave him a few squeezes and strokes with her thumb and forefinger along the thin tiny shaft. Even though Bob did his best to control himself, and despite his feeling of shame at being handled that way by his wife in front of her lover, in less than a minute her stroking produced the expected effect. "Now you see why I've put him in diapers -- and why you're the one I'm sleeping with." Erin commented to Tom, as she got out a baby wipe to clean her husband up, and then put a clean terry nappy in place pinning it with pink headed nappy pins . She then selected a pair of semi transparent crickly plastic pants shaking them out before sliding them up his slender legs. . Okay lets get yo u some nce frily pink baby knickers ooh yes these are so pretty she held them up smiling so sos frily and girly the panties were made of a sheer pale pink double overlay of chiffon with ruffled pink matching lace on the front and rear .Erin laughed at her husbands blushing face as she puled them high up and over his plastic pants and nappy Erin kept her husband in diapers full time for the next few weeks. Even when he went to work he wore a disposable diaper beneath his suit, and Erin marked it with her initials across the adhesive tabs to make sure he couldn't remove it without her knowing. Bob would try to drink very little in the morning so that he could make it through the day without wetting, but when he got home he'd have to really let go -- and then wait uncomfortably while he did his chores until Erin came home. Usually she'd make him give her a drink first, but after relaxing with that for a few minutes she'd change him. Bob would be so thirsty in the evenings that he'd drink a lot then, and between that and getting used to using the diaper, after just a few days both he and Erin were surprised to see that he actually started to wet the diaper in hissleep. "Well -- you really are a baby now, aren't you" Erin laughed the first time this happened. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised. You never could control yourself from cumming before you were supposed to, and now you're peeing in your sleep as well." Bob felt shamed and humiliated, and wisely decided against asking Erin right then about when he'd be able to try having sex with her again. But even worse than that humiliation was the shame of being seen dressed in diapers and a baby girl dress by Erin's dates and friends. It was about a week after Bob's punishment had begun that Erin invited Amanda over to see how things were going. She instructed Bob to make some tea and bake some cookies, and then when the doorbell rang, she sent him crawling over to open it. Amanda almost didn't see him at first, but then noticed the adult sized baby girl on hands and knees at her feet. "Bobbie Johnson" she laughed. "You do look like Erin has put you in your place." Amanda then walked into the living room where Erin was already sitting, and the two of them began to chat while Bobbie fetched them some tea. "So" inquired Amanda "are things going as well as they look?" "Better than you can imagine" said Erin. "I can't believe I put up with Bob's infantile performance for so long. I've seen Tom a few times this week already. What a difference from Bob! I feel so much better. No more of that terrible frustration." Amanda smiled. "I knew that was what you needed. And how about Bob. Is he showing signs of doing any better?" "Well, not in that respect" laughed Erin again. "Here, I'll show you.Bobbie. Come in here please." Bob crawled back into the living room. When he got there, Erin told him to lie on his back , and then she slipped his frilly knickers , plastic pants and nappy down to his ankles . "See, he gets hard whenever I expose him like this, but he looks more like a little boy than a man" she said, as Amanda marveled at the sight of Bob's tiny thin erection. "That's really it ..oh dear its so tiny ?" laughed Amanda. "Yes, I'm afraid so." replied Erin. "Now watch and see how long he can keep it. Bobbie, I'm going to rub you now and I want you to keep from cumming as long as you can. Amanda is going to count slowly." Bob's face was blushing a deep red by now. "Erin, please" he begged "can't you test me later, when no one else is here?" "NO" replied Erin. "I want Amanda to see. Now be quiet, or when Ifinish I'll give this little thing of yours a spanking too. Is that what you want?" Bob bit his lip and made a small whimpering "No ma'am" sound. "I thought not" said Erin. "Now here we go. I'll start as soon as Amanda says one." Amanda waited about five seconds, and then began her count. Erin took hold of her husbands little penis and started to very quickly stroke it up and down. Amanda could see Bob straining his face, but she'd barely reached a count of ten when she saw him clench his teeth as a few spurts of semen dribbled out from between Erin's fingers. "Well -- not quite ready for me to give up my boyfriends" laughed Erin, as she pulled up Bob's nappie and panties . "I'll wipe you later. For now, Amanda and I are going out. And don't wait up for us. We're going to be double dating tonight." Just then, Amanda reached into her purse. "Before we go, Erin, I have a little something for Bobbie" Erin and Bob each looked over at the small object that Amanda now held in her hand. "Wh ..what is it?" asked Bob somewhat anxiously. "It's a pacifier" said Amanda. "See, this elastic goes around your head, and this part goes in your mouth." "B...b..but, it's shaped like a, well, you know." "That's right" chuckled Erin as she took the pacifier from Amanda's hand and began to put it in her husband's mouth "it's shaped just like a short little penis but this one is slighly bigger than yours What a wonderful little present, Amanda. Just the thing for a sissy husband to suck on. Say thank you, Bob." Bob tried to obey, but all that came out of his mouth was a muffled sound. Amanda and Erin began to laugh, and were still laughing as they exited the door to go out. But as they left, Amanda turned back to where Bob was still kneeling on the floor. "See, Bobbie, now you can have a little one in you mouth while Erin gets a much bigger one to keep her happy later." And then the two women were off. Late that evening, Erin returned home, feeling quite tired but also quite satisfied after a pleasant evening with Amanda, Jimmy, and Tom. Before going to her own room, she looked in on Bob, who was sleeping peacefully with the penis pacifier still firmly in place. Erin smiled at his babyish sucking noises, and gave him a little kiss on the cheek, thinking to herself how well everything was working out. It felt so good to have regular sex with men who could fill her the way she needed, but she did still love Bob and wanted to keep him -- not as a lover, of course, but as a companion and servant. He was soon going to be the perfect husband, she thought to herself -- completely submissive and fully feminized. Who could want more? Bob knew that the only way he was ever going to get out of diapers and baby girl clothes was to be completely obedient and to do his best to always do what Erin wanted. He tried hard every day to behave the way his wife wanted, and Erin was pleased to see that he no longer hesitated to obey even when she told him to masturbate in front of her dates. One morning, about three weeks after her diapering of her husband had begun, Erin informed Bob that if he wanted, he could begin to wear diapers onlyat night. Bob understood the need for continued diaper at night, since he now was rarely dry when he awakened in the morning. But he was quite grateful for any improvement in his treatment by his wife. "If I do let you out of diapers during the day, you won't make me regret that decision, will you?" Erin asked her husband. "You will continue to be obedient and do all your chores, and serve me the way that I want. And you won't have any wetting accidents, I hope." "I promise" Bob replied. "I'll keep doing what you say. And it's only at night that I ever have accidents." "And you won't bother me for sex with you, will you. You understand that you're still a long way from getting that privilege again." "Yes, of course, dear. I understand." "OK then. From now on during the day you can wear panties instead of diapers. I went to the store yesterday and bought you seven pairs. One for each day of the week. You'll find them in the dresser in your room." Erin informed her husband. "P..panties? You mean I don't get to wear regular underwear?" asked Bob. "Of course not" laughed Erin. "What ever made you think that. Do you mean to tell me that you don't want to wear panties? Because I can keep you in diapers if you'd like. Tell me. Which will it be?" "Panties, please" replied Bob. "I'm sorry. I didn't understand. But please, I'd be most grateful if you'd let me wear panties instead of a diaper during the day." "That's better" said Erin. "And while we're at it, I'm also going to let you graduate from baby clothes to something more suited to a little girl of four or five. You'll see that I've put some new dresses and skirts and blouses and sweaters in your room as well. Go put one of the pretty party dresses on for me to see. I think you'll like them." Bob didn't know whether to be happy or distressed at this news. It was wonderful that Erin was going to let him out of the baby clothes. But he had thought that when that happened he'd be permitted to go back to wearing his regular clothes again. Now he realized that Erin's punishment was going to last a lot longer than he'd ever expected. "How ... how long will I have to dress in those clothes" he asked his wife. "Well, that depends on you." replied Erin. "If you're really a good little girl But if you give me any trouble, I'll have to keep you as a preschooler for longer than that. Now go to your room and get changed into the peach colored dress." Bob was so relieved to be able to wear something other than diapers and baby clothes, and to be permitted to walk upright instead of crawling, that he eagerly hurried to his room to change into panties he picked out a sheer high waisted pair of pale lemon cououred ones with lace ruffles on the rear , the colorful little girl's party dress that he found in the closet, white anklet socks, and shiny black patent leather shoes. He then returned to get Erin's approval of his appearance. "Very nice, sweetie. Just adorable, in fact. Now, one of the first things I need to show you now that you're old enough is how to sit properly like a little girl and how to curtsey. When you sit in a dress, Bobbie, it's important to always keep your knees together so your frilly panties are not on show So if you're in a chair, you want to sit up straight, knees and ankles together or else knees together and ankles crossed, and with your hands folded neatly in your lap. Sit on this chair and show me. That's it. Very nice. OK, now if you're sitting on the floor you want your legs together and folder under your or to the side. Give it a try. Excellent! You know, it's almost as if you were born to be a girl Bobbie" Erin teased. Bobbie blushed at the comment, but was also pleased that he was doing so well at behaving the way Erin wanted. "OK" giggled Erin. "You know what? You're doing so well that I've got a little reward for you. Come over her and stand in front of me. That's it. Now turn around and spread your legs and lean over. You can put your hands on the footrest to steady yourself if you'd like." Bobbie had no idea why Erin was putting him in this position, but he knew better than to disobey. And in any case, she'd said it was going to be something he liked. The next thing Bobbie felt was Erin pulling down his panties in back. Looking around, he saw her putting vaseline on the first finger of her right hand. "Now just relax, sweetie. This may feel a little cold at first, but I know that you'll like it pretty soon." The next thing Bobbie felt was Erin's finger probing at his opening in the rear. Automatically, he tightened up a little, without even realizing what he was doing. Erin rubbed the insides of his legs with her other hands. "Just relax sweetie. This won't hurt at all" Erin said, and the combination of her stroking of his thighs and her soft words did the trick. Bobbie was able to relax a bit, permitting Erin to slide her finger all the way inside him. Slowly, she worked it forward and back. "There now, doesn't that feel nice?" she said, but before Bobbie could answer he felt another finger join the first one. Erin could see that Bobbie was enjoying the experience. His face had started to flush, and his little penis was as hard as it could get tenting out in his seethrough panties . "H'mm -- just what you needed I think" laughed Erin. She then wrapped her other hand around his little member through the panties. Bobbie began to thrust back and forth, simultaneously rubbing against Erin's hand in front and moving her fingers back and forth in his rear. In about thirty seconds, though, it was over. Bobbie gave a final thrust and Erin could feel him release his mess into the panties. "What a good little girl you are" she laughed. "Now go get yourself cleaned up, put on a clean pair of panties, and you can start on your chores. And if you're really good, we can do that again tomorrow." Bobbie spent the next four weeks in his little girl role. Each day, when he returned from work, and before even beginning his after-work chores, he changed into one of the little girl outfits that Erin had obtained for him. She'd gotten him two very frilly party dresses, but also a couple of short little-girl skirts. His panties, which he wore all day underneath his work clothes also, were all particularly well suited to his new little girl life; one pair was white satin with lace ruffles across the front and rear another was satin aagin very frilly and childish pink with little matching ribbons all around the waistband, and the others were similarly very girlish in sheer nylon and ruffled .At night he slept in short frilly nylon baby doll nighties with nappies and plastic pants along with frily knickers . Erin also noticed that the transition from diapers to panties seemed to also parallel a transition in Bob's attitude. His complaining about her treatment of him had stopped, and instead he had become intent on really being as good and obedient as he could be. Partly, Erin knew, his eager obedience related to his desire to earn the favor of having her rub him to release if he'd been good that day. These "reward" treatments always involved some initial probing by Erin of her sissified husbands rear with her fingers, or, after the first week, with small dildoes. "OK" Erin would say with a smile towards the end of the day if Bob had been satisfactorily obedient "we can do it." Bob would get as excited as a little puppy when he heard this, and at Erin's command he would fetch the dildo from Erin's dresser and then present himself on all fours with rear raised for ready insertion. Erin would pull up his dress or skirt, pull down his panties in back, and work the dildo back and forth inside him until he was ready to explode. A little rub or even just a couple of flicks with her fingers on his front was then enough to finish things. "Thank you Erin" he would always say, to show her how appreciative he was for the pleasures she provided him. Even Erin's sleeping with other men was now something that they both accepted as a natural part of their new arrangement, and Bob's chores included helping her prepare for dates. These were, in fact, probably his favorite chores, because they made him feel that he was contributing, in at least an indirect way, to his wife's pleasure. He would run her bath, lay out her clothes, brush her hair, do her nails, and help her dress. And it was also his job to make sure that there was a supply of lotions available if Erin and her date should desire them as part of their intimate activities. Erin always made Bob greet her dates at the door, which helped quickly put the minds of any new dates at ease regarding concerns about going out with a married woman; after seeing Bob in his little girl's outfit greet them at the door, any concerns they might have had regarding a husband's jealousy were immediately allayed. Another change that occurred during Bob's first week as a little girl was that Erin brought him in to have him pierced. Bob thought she meant that his ears were going to be pierced, and he was quite concerned about going out in public with studs in both ears. Of course, Erin did plan to eventually have his ears pierced, but not at this time. So it was with a mixture of relief and fear, that when they went to the piercing studio, Bob realized that Erin and the two woman on duty (a friend of Erin's named Pamela and a very pretty young shop assistant names molly who had just turend 18 ) were discussing piercing him in more intimate locations. "Pull down your knickers dear" instructed Erin, as Bob stood nervously in front of the three women in a back room of the parlor. Bob knew better than to disobey, though Erin could see from the flushed expression on his face and from the nervous shaking of his hands as he undid his belt that he was both quite fearful and ashamed about the way Erin and Pamela were discussing him.Molly hadn't said much but her amusement was plain to see on her face. "Do you keep him in panties all the time?" asked Pamela when she saw the frilly pink little undies Bob was wearing. "Yes" replied Erin. "And at home he dresses as a little girl now but at night he still wears nappies and plastic pants ...baby girl clothing." Erin then motioned to Bob to remove his panties also, and when Pamela saw his flaccid hairless little penis less than an inch in size she laughed and commented "Well, I bet you don't get a lot of pleasure from that pathetic lttle thing." He looked across as Molly held her hand to her mouth to stop herself from lauging out loud. " thats so so teeny she said between fits of laughter ..awww I'm sorry for laughing " "No dont be sorry " chuckled Erin "In fact, all this started because of how poor he was at satisfying me. So I finally just decided to stop letting him use it that way anymore." "I assume you get it elsewhere" responded Pamela "or do you just get sissy here to satisfy you in other ways?" "Mainly elsewhere" giggled Erin. The shame and humlation Bob felt caused his penis to become hard . Oh look hes getting hard molly shouted as she giggled at the same time . Pamela and Rein turend to look . oh yes mmm I expect he finds it a turn on knowing you sleep with other men ...much bigger men " . "Then is the idea to permanently chastise him?" asked Pamela. "I have a couple of ways of doing that, so that it would be basically impossible for him to cum anymore. I don't do many of those, but I do get a few women every year who have decided to go that route. Or is it just something for decoration that you'd like?" Pamela asked these questions while inspecting Bob closely with her hands. The questions, however, were directed only to Erin -- it was obvious that this was a decision that was being made by Erin and Bob's feelings were basically irrelevant. But Erin and Pamela both did note that Bob's face went from very red to almost white at the mention of permanent chastisement. "No -- not a permanent chastity I don' think" replied Erin (much to Bob's relief), "but I would like to have control in that respect -- so that there's no chance of him doing anything without my permission." Pamela and Erin then discussed Erin's wishes a little further and Pamela generated a couple of possible option. The one they finally settled on involved insertion of a small ring through Bob's foreskin and another at the base of his scrotum. Pamela showed Erin pictures that showed how a small lock could be used to attach the two rings, which would make it almost impossible for Bob to masturbate without the lock being removed. "Let's do it" decided Erin, and an hour later she and Bob were home and Erin was watching, pleased with the new jewelry her husband was wearing beneath his panties. It was during Bob's third week as a little girl that Erin first decided to have him actually watch her be intimate with one of her dates. The man in question (Paul) was another ex-flame of Amanda's who had come highly recommended in the satisfying-a-woman department. Amanda had told him that Erin was married but that he didn't have to be worried at all about Erin's husband -- that in fact, Erin only had sex outside of marriage but not with her husband. The plan for the evening was for Erin and Paul to stay in and watch a video and then for Paul to stay the night. As usual, Bob had a variety of chores to do to help prepare for date -- making some hors d'oeurves, ensuring that the clothes that Erin would be wearing were all nicely cleaned and ironed, hand washing the lingerie that Erin had selected for the evening and for sleeping, shining Erin's shoes, picking up the video, buying champagne, straightening up the house, etc. etc. Then, in the early evening, he ran Erin's bath for her, and when she was done he was called on to dry her hair and brush it, help her dress, help her with her makeup, and so on. In addition, Bob knew that Erin would want him looking his little girl best, so he made sure he "naired" himself completely during the afternoon (Erin was very strict about him not having even a hint of body hair anywhere), and then dressed himself in the pink party dress with a short little-girl's style white cardigan sweater, anklet socks with shiny black shoes, and pink hair ribbons to hold the little pigtails in place on either side of his head. Then, at about 8:00 pm, as he helped Erin with some last minute preparation to get herself ready for an evening of good sex, Bob heard the doorbell ring. "That should be Paul" said Erin to her poor sissified husband. "Go let him in for me." Bob was always nervous about meeting one of his wife's dates for the first time. Even when the date had been told about Erin and Bob's situation, there was always that moment of shock on first seeing Bob that made Bob feel extra humiliated and shamed. But this time turned out to be worse than usual. Bob answered the door, keeping his eyes down and curtseying nicely the way Erin had taught him, and it wasn't until he had taken Paul's coat that he realized that this was someone he had met before. "Bob Johnson" laughed the man at the door. "I wondered if this was going to be you. I mean, how many Bob Johnsons could there be in this area? Do you remember me? From back in high school?" Bob remembered Paul clearly now. In high school, Bob had been one of the small, not-very-athletic and not-very-popular kids, while Paul had been a top athlete and one of the school leaders -- and one of the most popular with the girls. Bob had vivid memories of Paul and his friends picking on him and teasing him when they were in high school. Especailly in the showers ,he had been teased about his tiny penis and he knew Paul was very well endowed One time, when they'd been drinking after a football game, Paul and some of his friends and some of the cheerleaders had cornered Bob and forced him to go into the girl's locker room with four of the cheerleaders where they made him put on a cheerleader's outfit and then come out to show the group of guys how he looked. It had been the worst experience of Bob's life. But he also remembered dating a girl in high school for a short time who would break her dates if Paul or one of his group asked her out at the last minute. Bob had always wanted to get back at him for all the teasing and bullying, but obviously that was not how things were working out. "Y..yes, I remember you" said Bob in a quiet voice, his face flushed with embarrassment. "Do you remember that time in the girl's locker room" laughed Paul. "That was hysterical. When those girls dragged you out and you were wearing that outfit with the tight sweater and the red skirt -- we couldn't stop laughing. I guess I should have expected something like this would happen to you eventually. Once a sissy always a sissy." Bob flushed even redder, but had no response to Paul's question. They both knew that Bob remembered the incident in all its shameful detail. Bob showed Paul into the family room, then curtseyed again and left to fetch him a drink. A moment later he was back with drink in hand. "Thanks Bob" said Paul. "Or is it Bobbie? I think Amanda said something about calling you that now. So tell me Bobbie -- where is that lovely wife of yours? Amanda said she's very sexy. I can't believe you managed to marry someone that I'd want to have sex with, but life takes strange turns doesn't it. But I guess this was to be expected if you did find someone attractive -- that eventually she'd need someone like me to step into the breech that you can't fill successfully. That's it, isn't it? That you couldn't do your manly duties the way she wanted." Paul stared at Bob, obviously awaiting a response this time to his question. After an awkward moment of silence, Bob finally replied. "Y..yes" he admitted. "That's right. She ...she needed more than she was getting from me so she's started dating." "And how often does she let you do it?" asked Paul, with a huge grin on his face as he enjoyed the discomfort he was putting the poor sissy through. Bob looked down at his feet, unable to meet Paul stare. "Never -- any more" he quietly admitted. Just then, they both turned around as they heard Erin enter the room. They both saw that Erin looked great. She was wearing high heels exposing her delightfully pedicured and polished toes -- pedicured and polished by Bob of course, sheer stockings, a short tight navy blue knee length skirt with a slit up one side that wen all the way to her waist, and a baby blue angora cardigan sweater that was buttoned only about half-way up and which did little hide the fact that she was braless. She walked right up to Paul and gave him a big long sexy kiss. "I see you've met my husband" she laughed when she and Paul finally broke from their hug. "Yes -- actually, we'd met before" said Paul. "Hasn't Bob ever mentioned that I was one of his friends in high school? And didn't he ever tell you of the famous cheerleader incident?" "No he hasn't" said Erin. "Bobbie, dear, you should have told me. Were you dating a cheerleader?" "Uh -- that's not quite it" laughed Paul. "The sissy here was not really the type to get a cheerleader date." Paul then proceeded to tell Erin all about the incident, and also told her about asking out girls who he knew were dating Bob. "So" he concluded "it really doesn't surprise me that much that all these years later here I am about to spend the evening with his wife while he's spending the evening in sissy girl clothes. He told me that you never have sex with him anymore -- only with other guys. Is that right?" "It's true" laughed Erin. "But I do let him diddle himself in front of my dates sometimes. That's about all the sex he ever gets now. Would you like to see." Paul was laughing so hard by now his eyes were watering. "Sure. I could use a funny show. " Erin took Paul by the hand and the two of them sat together on the couch. Erin gave Paul a kiss, and then undid her sweater completely, so that he could kiss and rub her breasts, while she slipped one hand inside his pants. "Mmm" he cooed, as she felt him. "Amanda was right. You are well endowed. Wait till you see Bob and how puny he is." As she said this, Paul pulled his head up from Erin's chest and looked over at the sissy standing in front of them. At that point, without removing her hand from Paul's pants, Erin motioned for Bob to pull up his dress and play with himself. "OK honey -- time to put on your quick little show" she laughed. Bob's face was beet red. This was worse than it had been with any of Erin's other dates. She was being much more amorous in front of him than she ever had been before, and the fact that Paul had been one of his tormentors in high school made everything even more humiliating than it would have been anyway. In high school he'd always hoped that he'd someday be able to get back at the popular kids who had teased him and picked on him, but now here he was with one of them about to have sex with his wife while he was standing there dressed in the clothes of a four year old girl. Despite the shame, Bob knew he had no choice but to do as Erin instructed. As Erin and Paul continued to pet on the couch, Bob stood in front of them and pulled down his frilly ruffled litttle girl panties and then held up his dress with one hand. Paul and Erin looked over, and the first thing Paul noticed was that the locking chastity that Erin had had installed. "Well" said Paul to Erin, "I guess he doesn't do anything with that without your permission. What a clever little system you used. Where do you keep the key?." "Just right here on my key ring in my purse" replied Erin. "Here, I'll unlock him so he can play with himself a bit for us." Erin retrieved the key from her purse and called Bob over so she could unlock his privates. "OK, now rub it till it's hard honey" she told him. "That's it?" laughed Paul, when he saw the unimpressive dimensions of Bob's privates. "Bobbie boy, I can't imagine you were ever able to satisfy this lovely woman with that little dick of yours." "As a matter of fact, he never did" said Erin. "Here, let's show him what a real man looks like. Bobbie, stop playing with yourself for a minute and come over here and undo Paul's pants. I want you to see what it is that I need." Obediently Bob knelt in front of Erin and Paul and reached up to undo Paul's pants. Erin then pulled Paul out of his pants. Even Bob was shocked at the difference in size both length and thickness between him and Paul. Paul grinned as he saw the expression on Bob's face. "Well" said Erin to her sissy husband. "What do you think?" "It ... it's much bigger" said Bob in almost a whisper. "And much better for pleasing me" said Erin. "Now -- before Paul and I really get it on I want you to give it a little kiss and thank Paul for helping to take care of me." "Wh .. what do you mean? Kiss it? Do you mean that." asked Bob with a tone of astonishment. "Just a little peck sweetie -- right on the tip" said Erin, with a giggle. Bob looked up at his wife and saw her look of determination. Submissively, he did as he was told, leaning forward to place his lips quickly where his wife had instructed. "There, that was very nice" said Erin "And now thank Paul for taking care of my needs." Tears had started to well up in Bob's eyes as he quietly whimpered "Th..thank you Paul -- for -- for sleeping with my wife." "Why, you're very welcome" laughed Paul. "My pleasure in fact. Of course, it's not a pleasure you ever have anymore is it. So let's get back to seeing you give yourself a little pleasure. Stand back up there and let us see you give that thing a little rubbing. Erin told me that I'd better watch carefully or it will be all over before I've even looked." The tears were now streaming down Bob's face, but he did as he was told he became erect his tiny puny penis ,he pumped it with finger and thumb -- lasting no more than 40 seconds this time. "Well, what a show!" laughed Paul. "Short but fun." "Go clean yourself up sweetie" instructed Erin. "Then come on back here. I think Paul and I are going to do it right here in the family room, and I think it would be fun to have you watch this time." Bob returned from the bathroom a few minutes later. Even before entering the family room he could hear the sounds of Erin and Paul's lovemaking. Not sure what to do or where to stand, he awkwardly sat in a corner away from the lovebirds, who were then focused solely on each other on the couch. He could see that Erin was excited to a degree that she'd never been with him,she was straddling Paul sliding up and down on his long thick eight inch shaft sinking lower and lower until he was all the way inside her and was doing things with (and to) Paul thatshe'd never done with him.The sound of flesh slapping on flesh ,they changed positions Erin now on her back her legs over his shoulders as he began to slam his hardness in and out slowly at first until he began to speed up. Erin began to bite his shulder to muffle her cries , feeling his penis so deep inside she began to shake and trembel the white silk panties around her ankle waving with each thust as her climax neared ,she goraned louder and louder the sofa squeeked and shiftted into the wall . The activity continued for almost an hour in a variety of positions, and during all that time Bob sat quietly like a good little girl in the chair, watching but not speaking, and with his legs properly crossed at the ankles and his hands neatly folded in his lap (the way that Erin hadtaught him to sit). When the lovers were finally done they gave each other one final deep kiss, got dressed, and then Paul left, without having spoken another word to Bob. But after waving good-bye to Paul, Erin returned, sat back on the couch, and called Bob over to sit on the floor (with legs properly folded underneath him of course and with his hands together on his lap) in front of her. "OK -- clean-up time honey. There really isn't much to do tonight. Just make sure the kitchen is straightened and the dishes done. And, of course, you need to do your cleaning right here also." said Erin, pointing to her just-used feminine lair. This was one duty that Bob really had mixed feeling about. On the one hand, it was the only time he ever really was permitted any form of intimate contact with his wife. On the other hand ....... "Well" she said, when he was done licking her clean "now you've seen what it's like when a real man makes love to a woman. Not exactly like our old sessions, now was it?" Bob had no choice but to agree. "You know" continued Erin "you'd never told me about that cheerleader incident before. I'd like to hear more." "Wh..what do you mean" stammered Bob. "Well -- for starters -- did you like it? Being dressed up as a cheerleader I mean and being paraded around in front of Paul and the other football players." "No, of course not. It was terrible. I hated it. I cried." "Oh, come on. You must have liked some parts of it just a little bit" teased Erin. "I mean -- how about when you had to take off all your clothes in the locker room with the cheerleaders. That must have been a bit fun. I bet you got excited. Did you?" A flush of crimson flushed across Bob's cheeks. "Well, no, it wasn't fun. It was embarrassing. But I did get excited. I didn't want to, but I did." "And how did all the girls react when they saw you with an a tiny erection?" Bob looked down, and answered in a voice that was so soft that Erin could barely hear when he'd said. "They laughed at me." "They what?" asked Erin. "I couldn't hear. Don't whisper sweetie. I just want to know what happened." "They laughed at me" said Bob, a little louder this time, "because, well, you know." "Because you're not very big." said Erin. "Was that what they were laughing about." "Y...yes" said Bob as the beginnings of a tears started to form in the corners of his eyes. "Oh, don't cry sweet girl" said Erin, as she dabbed at his eyes with a kleenex. "There's nothing the matter with a sissy boy not being very big. I bet that's true of a lot of sissies. So what else happened. Paul said to ask you about the happy face. What was that all about?" "He told you that!" whimpered Bob. "I..I can't tell you about that." "Of course you can" said Erin, leaning over to give him a little hug and then patting his head and letting him lay it in her lap. "I'm your wife. You love me. I know that for sure. You should tell me everything. There's no reason to hide experiences from me." Bob had started to cry once again, but through his tears he told Erin the rest of the story. "Wh..when the girls saw me with a, well, you know, with an erection, they laughed and then one of them got out her make-up kit and put lipstick on it -- on the tip, and then got out an eyebrow pencil and drew in two little dark spots as eyes and a smile face. All on the tip. And then after they dressed me in the uniform and made me go out and show they guys, they made me hold up the skirt ,I was wearing some white silky nylon panties that belonged to one of those girs and they pulled down the panties so the guys could see the happy face." Bob started to cry a lot harder as he finished the tale. Erin patted his head. "That's OK little sissy. " she said. " It's OK to cry. That's what little girls do. Go ahead. Cry it out. It will make you feel better." Bob continued to cry for several minutes, before finally regaining his composure. "There, there" said Erin. "Now don't you feel better. Aren't you glad you told me about that, and stopped trying to hide that from me. No more hiding anything from mummy , do you understand?" Bob looked up at his wife with an almost overwhelming feeling of love and devotion, and at the same time a sense of the complete, almost maternal control that she now had over him. "You know what I think?" continued Erin. "I'll bet that that wasn't the only time you were ever in panties when you were younger. It's time to tell me all about those other times too. There were some other times, weren't there?" Bob looked up at her again, and nodded. "Yes ...a...a couple of times." "Well, tell me about them" said Erin. "Once ....once was when I was only about 13 . It was halloween" Bob said. "My parents were away and I was staying with a neighbor -- an older woman -- Mrs. Conrad --whose own children were adults. I had a halloween party to go to, but my mom had not told Mrs. Conrad about it. So I got back from school that day, and didn't have a costume to wear, and it was too late to go buy one." Erin listened quietly as her sissy husband continued to tell her of this shameful experience that he'd never discussed before. "Mrs. Conrad looked around for something to use. I said I could go as a ghost, but she didn't want to ruin any of her sheets. Finally she said that she was sure there must be something in the attic. A few minutes later, she came back with something in her hands -- a girl's dance costume that one of her daughters had worn years earlier when she was a princess in a ballet recital." Erin began to chuckle. "Was there a tutu and everything?" she giggled. "Yes" admitted Bob. "and tights, and ballet shoes, and even a silvery plastic tiara." "And you agree to wear that?" asked Erin. "My goodness -- you must have been a sissy even way back then." "No, I didn't agree." protested Bob. "But Mrs. Conrad kept insisting, and telling me that this was the only costume she had, so that if I wanted to go to the party, I had to wear that costume. And when I complained and said no, she just told me I was being silly, and that since it was halloween, it was OK to wear any kind of costume, even that kind. I still didn't want to, and said I couldn't because I wasn't really a girl, but Mrs. Conrad then started to get angry and said that I wasn't a cowboy either but that I wouldn't object to wearing a cowboy costume. Well, finally, partly because she was getting so angry, partly because I really wanted to go to the party, and partly just because her arguments seemed to make sense to me, I agreed." "Oh, wow. I wish I'd been there." laughed Erin. "So -- you put on the costume?" "Well, first, Mrs. Conrad made me take all my clothes off" blushed Bob. "She was very direct -- simply told me to stand there and get undressed, and when I stopped at my underwear she came over and pulled that off me too, and handed me a pair of panties to wear instead." "And how did that feel, sweeties?" asked Erin. "I .. I didn't like it, and told her that I should at least get to wear my own underpants, but she didn't pay any attention to what I was saying. And then, well, she got made at me because, I ..well, I responded to the feel of the panties." "You mean you got a little erection?" said Erin in amazement. "Did Mrs. Conrad see it. What did she do?" "She saw it poking the panties, and made me take them down, gave it a swat to make it relax, and then taped it back between my legs. I was actually crying by this time, but she was so wrapped up in getting me into the costume that I don't think she really noticed." "Then" Bob continued "I put the panties back in place, and had to put on a pair of tights, a leotard, and tutu. Mrs. Conrad also put make-up on me." Just as Bob was saying this, he realized that Erin had started to let her hands wander down underneath his panties (with one hand) and underneath her panties (with the other). He stopped talking, and just lay there to enjoy the moment of closeness between them. "Bobbie dear" said Erin "I think I'm going to interrupt you for a couple of minutes. There's something I want to get, and then you can continue your story." Bob moved to let Erin get up, then sat waiting, unsure (and nervous) about what it was that she might have in mind. She was gone about three or four minutes, and when she returned and Bob saw what she was wearing, all he could do was open his mouth in shock. Erin was still dressed in her blouse and sweater, but she had removed her skirt and panties, and was wearing just her stockings and a garter and ... the item that really caught Bob's attention ..a strap-on dildo! "I think it's time you got experience feeling is like with me really working one of these in and out inside you" Erin said, with a huge grin on her face. "I suspect you'll enjoy the feeling -- and certainly I know that I will! " Erin then walked over so that the device was bobbing directly in front of her sissy husband's face. Bob wasn't sure what he should do or what was expected of him. This dildo was much bigger than anything his wife had ever used on him before, and she'd never used one as a strap-on. "Bobbie" said Erin at bit sternly "when you see one of these, up nicely erect like this, in front of your face -- whether it's my strap-on or a real one of one of my lovers -- I expect you to show your proper respect by kissing it. Go ahead." Bob knelt in front of his wife, looked up at her face, and could see clearly from the determined look that met his glance that he would be well advised to do exactly as Erin said. So -- meekly and obediently --he leaned over and planted his lips on the tip of the object still bobbing in his face. "Very good" said Erin. "And now -- put the tip in your mouth. NOW BOBBIE! Get it all wet and smooth. I assure you that you'll be a lot happier in a few minutes if you do." Erin smiled at the sight of her sissified husband with the end of the dildo between his lips. "Good girl" she said. "When you think that's enough, turn around on your hands and knees and put your arms on the floor and your head on your arms." Bob continued with his licking of the strap-on for another minute, then nervously turned around and got into the position indicated by his wife. Erin could see that he was visibly shaking with nervousness --which made her even more pleased with his obedience. As he adopted the position, Erin moved behind him, and pulled up his skirt and pulled down his panties. Bob could feel the hard object rubbing between his cheeks, the end starting to make them spread. "You're about to be taken,Bobbie" said Erin. "I'm sure you'll grow to like this, even if it isn't so much fun today. " Bob, who had been fearfully compliant up to this point, was suddenly overcome with trepidation. "Oh Erin, sweetheart. Please. Don't. I beg of you. Please. I'll ...I'll do anything you want. But not this. Please." "BOBBIE" replied his wife. "DO NOT COMPLAIN. You know how much I dislike that. And has it ever gotten you what you want before? No? Of course not. It just makes me angry. I want to use this on you. It will make me feel good. Isn't that what you want? Don't you want me to be pleased?" "Yes, of course, sweetheart, it's just that ....." "Then no more whining and no 'just that's' again." commanded Erin. "This is what happens to sissified men, and it is going to happen to you! Just keep going with your story of the Halloween party. I want to hear all about that while I do this." Meekly, Bob tried to continue his story. "Th...th..then Mrs. Conrad took me to the party. I wanted to run from the house to the car so that no one would see me, but Mrs. Conrad didn't rush at all and she had me by the hand. Unfortunately, her next door neighbor -- another older woman -- was out in her front yard gardening and when she saw us she called Mrs. Conrad over to say hello. I had to go over too. I'd met this woman a couple of other times, but she didn't recognize me at first -- not surprisingly. In fact, at first she asked Mrs. Conrad 'What's this little girl's name?', and I had to tell her it was me, Bob. She stared for a moment and ...." . Just at that moment in telling the story, Bob felt his wife press the strap-on hard against his opening. Although he knew he should just try to relax, he couldn't, and his body automatically resisted the intrusion until Erin reached down to help spread him with her hands -- and suddenly Bob felt the end of the dildo slip past the opening and slide deep inside. "Good girl! See -- now that wasn't so bad was it?" laughed Erin. "Just go on with your story while I have my fun back here" she said as she leaned over and gave her sissy hubby a little kiss on the back of the head. Bob tried to continue to tell Erin of his Halloween party experience, but the feeling of his wife having her way with him with the dildo from behind made it somewhat difficult for him to focus on his memories. "The ...the woman" Bob continued "stared at me again, made me look right up at her, and then said 'Why it really is you, bobbie. What a wonderful Halloween costume. You look just precious. Mrs. Conrad you really have a talent for costumes. ' Then, turning to me again, she asked if I could pirouette for her, and Mrs. Conrad made me do a few ballet twirls and prance around a bit for the woman." As Bob continued his story he could feel his wife increasing the speed and intensity of her thrusts, and could tell from her breathing that she was getting very close to a climax. But when he stopped relating his tale, Erin quickly gave him a slap to tell him to continue. "Well, after that we got in the car and drove to my friend's house. I didn't want to go in. All the excitement of thinking about the party was gone. Instead, all I could think about was what my friends weregoing to think when they saw me. I begged Mrs. Conrad not to make me go in, but she just got really mad when I said that. She told me that she'd gone to a lot of effort to get me looking pretty in my costume, so there was not a chance in the world that I was not going to go to the party. She then got out of the car, walked around, opened my door, and took my hand. All I did was look at my feet as we walked up to the front door. Mrs. Conrad rang the bell, and as I heard footsteps approaching I wanted to run away more than anything in the world, but Mrs. Conrad squeezed my hand tightly and said to me in a very stern voice to quit acting up -- that I looked very pretty and everyone would like the costume." "Then the door opened. It was my friend's mom. She ......" . Just then Bobbie realized that Erin was beginning her climax. He had been doing his best to move his hips to meet each of her thrusts -- wanting very much for her to be pleased with his "performance", and now he pushed back extra hard just as Erin was pushing forward with one last intense thrust. Bobbie could feel her whole body shudder, and then, after one loud gasp, she stopped thrusting and just lay across his back. "Mmmm" she said. "That was delightful! We definitely will be doing this again." Then with a quiet laugh she said "So --tell me sweetie -- how did your mom's friend react when she saw you?" As Erin relaxed in the afterglow of having introduced her husband to his first strap-on experience, Bobbie continued his story of his Halloween party humiliation. "Well -- at first she thought I was one of the girls, dressed up as a ballerina, but there were only a couple of girls invited to the party and she didn't recognize me as one of them. The way I remember it is that she seemed a bit confused, and asked Mrs. Conrad who 'this pretty little one is?'. Mrs. Conrad made me tell her, but when I did she didn't really react at all. She just told me how cute I looked and what a wonderful costume it was, and then told Mrs. Conrad what time to pick me up. My friend's mom then ushered me inside where all the other kids were already playing a party game. She stopped the game to get everyone's attention and then told them "Bob's finally here kids. Doesn't he look cute." Erin was giggling by now at the thought of her husband when he was a child greeting his friends in his ballerina costume. "And what did you friends think? Did they think you looked cute." "It..it wasn't funny." protested Bob. "I was so embarrassed, and the guys all laughed at me and called me 'tutu sissy'. The girls were nice though and told me they liked the costume a lot, so I ended up playing mostly with the girls at the party. My friend's mom was nice too, although that probably made it worse. When it was time for the 'best costume' contest she made me do some ballet steps and in front of everyone she showed me how to do a ballet curtsey and then made me do curtsey for everyone who wanted to vote for me for best costume. Well the guys thought that was so funny that they all said they'd vote for me and I had to do a curtsey for each of them, which was horribly humiliating." "Oh, I'm sure it must have been a really embarrassing experience at the time. But I bet you really did enjoy it just a little bit, didn't you? There's nothing wrong with that you know. It's OK to admit that when you were a boy you sometimes wished you were pretty like a girl." "NO" said Bob. "I didn't." "Not even once. Not even a little bit" teased Erin. "Not even when you were dressed up like a pretty ballerina?" Bob blushed as he thought back more on his Halloween experience. "Well" he admitted "maybe just a little. Th..the girls and the moms all were very nice to me and told me how pretty I looked and that did make me feel good." Erin smiled at her sissy husband's response, and thought to herself that if he had a side to him that really wanted to be pretty and to be treated like a female, what she had planned for him was certainly going to satisfy those feelings. "Oh, by the way" said Erin, changing the topic. "Did I mention that a friend of mine is going to be coming over for lunch on Saturday, and she's bringing her sissy husband with her for you to play with? She first turned him into a feminized sissy almost two years ago and she said they're always on the lookout for other little-girl sissy men for her sissy to play with." And then with a laugh, Erin said "I'm sure you two will have lots of fun!" The impending visit preyed on Bob's mind all week. He kept hoping Erin would tell him that she was just kidding, but of course she wasn't. On Saturday morning Erin reminded Bob that he should take extra care to make himself look as pretty as possible. "I strongly suggest that you wear something that you think will make me pleased with your appearance." she told him. Bob took a long time deciding what to wear, finally choosing to put on his may jane shoes, pink knee socks, very short red skirt, and pink little-girl's style lambs wool sweater set (the cardigan and pullover each had flower patterns in embroidery). He also put his hair into short braids (one on each side like pigtails) tied with small red ribbons, and added a two small red heart barettes to his hair as well. Then he went see Erin for "inspection." "Oh sweetie." Erin said with a big smile (much to Bob's relief -- he was always nervous about inspections). "You look very nice. Now remember, when my friend Mrs. Smythe shows up, I want you to answer the door. The first thing you should do after she enters is curtsey and introduce yourself. I bought a present for her sissy husband Alicia. Mrs. Smythe told me that Alicia loves rhumba panties, so I bought her a pair for you to give her. When you meet her I want you to curtsey to her as well, then give her the gift and give her a tiny kiss on the cheek. You and Alicia will be serving us lunch -- so be sure to get out a apron for both of you to wear while you're cooking and serving and cleaning. But then you should have some time to play together after lunch. Mrs. Smythe said that Alicia is bringing some of her dolls to play with. I want you to play nicely with Alicia and not cause any trouble -- OR ELSE. Is that understood." Bob dreaded the thought of the visit, but knew that complaining would get him nowhere, so he meekly nodded his head and uttered a polite "Yes ma'am. I understand." Bob spent most of the rest of the morning making preparation for the visit -- straightening the house, getting everything ready for lunch, and so on. He was very nervous, and when the doorbell rang at exactly the appointed hour, Bob jumped with a startle, but then went to get the door. When he opened the door, Bob was met by the sight of a very tall very attractive woman, about five or ten years older than Erin. Mrs. Smythe's height was further enhanced by the steeply high heeled shoes she was wearing, and Bobbie noted a distinct old-fashionedness about her appearance -- her stockings were black with noticeable seams up the back, and she was wearing a long gray wool flannel skirt and a high neck victorian style white blou se. "Why hello" said Mrs. Smythe, in an accent that immediately revealed her British heritage, "You must be Bobbie. How very nice to meet you." And then as Bobbie curtseyed, Mrs.Smythe continued "How adorable you look dear. I can see already that Erin has you very well trained as a sissy." Then, turning to the sissified man who was holding her hand as if her were just a child, Mrs. Smythe said "Alicia, say hello to Bobbie. You two will be playing together today." Mrs. Smythe's husband was as small as she was tall -- Bobbie guessed he was barely above five feet tall (if that), with narrow shoulders and an overall rather frail appearance. Alicia was decked out in an clothes that Bobbie immediately thought of as a typical little girl's church outfit -- black patent leather shoes, yellow anklets, a very short yellow party dress, white gloves, and small yellow purse. Alicia had one very large yellow ribbon just lightly to one side on the top of her head, and otherwise her long blond hair fell freely in large ringlets down onto her shoulders and her back. "Hello Bobbie" said Alicia with a curtsey. "You look very pretty." Bobbie returned the curtsey, just as Erin had told him to do. "Hello Alicia. You look very pretty too." said Bobbie, who then reached over to the table near the door to get the present for Alicia. "Here" said Bobbie. "This is for you." Bobbie hesitated a moment, but then realized that Erin had just appeared from down the stairs. Knowing what was expected of him, and fearful of incurring Erin's wrath (especially in front of company) he then leaned over and gave Alicia a tiny kiss on the cheek. "Well hello Arlene" said Erin to Mrs. Smythe. "We're so pleased you were able to visit. And I see you brought Alicia along with you. Wonderful. How are you Alicia?" The little feminised sissy curtseyed politely and then in a sweetly soft and surprisingly high pitched voice "I'm very well, thank you Mrs. Johnson." "Why don't you open your gift sugar" said Mrs. Smythe to her husband. Alicia neatly removed the wrapping paper, undid the box, and then let out a squeal of delight. "Oh mommy look" s/he said to Mrs. Smythe. "Panties. Just the kind I love. Oh thank you Bobbie." "Why don't you put them on?" said Mrs. Smythe. "May I!" exclaimed her husband excitedly, and then Alicia held the sk irt of her dress up high above her waist as his wife pulled the panties he was wearing down his legs and replaced them with the new rhumba panties he'd just received. As this change of panties was being performed, both Bobbie and Erin noticed something odd. Alicia was completely shaven so she looked rather babyish between her legs -- which didn't surprise Erin and Bobbie too much. What did surprise them was how small Alicia was down there, and the fact that they couldn't notice any sign of testicles! Mrs. Smythe noticed the stares and laughed. "Ah" she said, "it seems you've noticed what a baby Alicia is down there. You can have a feel Erin. What do you think?" Erin reached over, pulled Alicia's little penis up out of the way. and felt around below and behind it. "There ..there's really nothing there!" she said, somewhat started. Poor Alicia was blushing furiously by then, but did nothing to stop Erin's fingers from their exploration. "That's right" said Arlene Smythe. "When I first made him into a sissy he just seemed to be excited all the time and I couldn't stop him from playing with himself. I warned him what would happen, but I guess it just wasn't something he could control. In any case, you can see what I had done -- had him gelded you might say. What about your husband. How have you dealt with that problem?" "Well -- I'll show you" laughed Erin. "Bobbie -- show Mrs. Smythe and Alicia how I control your chastity." Bobbie hesitated for a moment, but then pulled up his skirt and pulled down his panties. "Lie down on the couch here so they can see better" instructed Erin. Bobbie lay on the couch and Mrs. Smythe then kneltbeside him to get a good look at what Erin had done. "Oh -- now that is really nice" said Mrs. Smythe as she admired the piercings that were used to lock Bobbie's penis back between his legs. "I can see that it must keep him completely chaste , and he has to pee sitting down. What a marvelous idea. If I'd thought of doing that, Alicia here might still be able to get an erection. I assume you keep the key, Erin?" "Of course. I have two copies actually. One in my purse and another in my locked jewelry box upstairs." "Can we see it unlocked?" asked Mrs. Smythe. "Alicia gets so envious of sissies who have not been gelded, but she also loves to see a sissy penis in working order. Bobbie's does work I take it?" "Oh yes" laughed Erin as she used the key from her purse to unlock Bobbie's penis. "Not that he gets to use it very much -- and certainly I never let it near me!" With the lock removed, Arlene Smythe reached over to give some squeezes so that she and her sissy husband could see Bobbie's privates in action. As expected, it took just a little bit of stimulation to bring him to attention. "Can..can I give it a little kiss?" asked Alicia, looking up at Mrs. Smythe. Bobbie's eyes grew wide, and he looked over at Mrs. Smythe and then at his own wife assuming (and certainly hoping) that she would make clear that this wasn't the kind of game that he liked. "Well -- I guess that's up to Mrs. Johnson" laughed Arlene. "What do you think Erin. Can my sissy give it a little kiss?" Erin looked at Bobbie and had no trouble reading the meaning of the look of fear in his eyes. "I don't see why not" she laughed. "In fact, I'll tell you what. We can put Bobbie on this coffee table over here and tie his hands and feet to the table legs so he can't move. Then Alicia can play with him however she wants. I can see that Alicia would like that-- and, well, I do think it's time for Bobbie to learn about these things." Bobbie knew better than to protest, but couldn't stop a few tears from welling up in his eyes as the two women placed him on the coffee table and tied his hands and feet in place. "There" said Erin. " That should do it. Why don't we go upstairs Arlene and let these two play by themselves for a little while. I'll show you some pictures from our photo album." The two women then got up and left the room, but not before noticing that Alicia was giving her new sissy friend somewhat more than just a little peck of a kiss. About twenty minutes later the women came back downstairs. By then, Alicia was sitting off to the side by herself playing with a doll. Bobbie was still tied to the table, and the women could see that the aroused state that his penis had been in when they'd left had been replaced by a flaccid limpness now. Both women laughed at the sight, giving each other a knowing look, and then Erin went over to release her sissy husband from his bonds. "Go play with your dolls for a few minutes, dear" laughed Erin. "Then you and Alicia can get us some cakes and coffee."

His masculinity dispelled; Rustled into swish, soft, flouncing frills and smooth satin, stretched across the padded wads which cosset dry then swell with warming, wetting flows... Body and heart an open core.

The pink rubber pacifier clicked against his teeth as he sucked absently, staring at the ceiling. His frilly dress rustled with every fidget, the lace tickling his thighs where the hem barely covered his diaper. Across the bedroom, his wife buttoned her blouse with quick, efficient motions, not even glancing at him wedged into the corner crib. "Did you remember to change him before your friends arrive?" His wife's voice cut through the nursery like a teacher addressing a particularly dim student. She snapped her fingers near his crib bars without looking at him. "Babysitter's running late, so I need you to behave while I set up the drinks." The front doorbell chimed before the babysitter could answer—three sharp bursts followed by muffled laughter. His wife’s high heels clicked across the hardwood as she left him alone with the rhythmic squeak of his crib springs. From downstairs, voices rose in greeting, punctuated by the clink of ice in glasses. Someone shrieked with laughter, the sound cutting through the house like a knife through butter. The crib bars pressed cold against his cheek as he strained to listen—more laughter now, sharper, accompanied by the unmistakable click-clack of unfamiliar heels on the stairs. The babysitter's voice floated up first, sweetly mocking: "Oh my god, you have to see him in his little bonnet!" Then his wife's low chuckle, dark with amusement. "Wait till you see what we ordered for him." The door swung open with exaggerated slowness, revealing a cluster of women—his wife at the center, flanked by two giggling friends in cocktail dresses and the babysitter, whose cherry-red lips curled in delight. Behind them loomed a stranger: a young woman in a tight black skirt that barely grazed mid-thigh, her white silk panties flashing with every deliberate step. She carried a small velvet box between manicured fingers, its contents rattling faintly. The women parted like a curtain as the stranger stepped forward, her stiletto heels sinking slightly into the plush nursery rug. She knelt beside the crib with a practiced grace, the hem of her skirt riding up just enough to reveal the scalloped edge of her panties—a detail he couldn't tear his eyes from even as she popped open the velvet box with a theatrical flourish. The velvet box opened with a soft click, revealing a tiny pink chastity cage nestled in black satin. The stranger's manicured fingernails—painted the same cherry-red as the babysitter's lips—tapped against the metal. "Ohhh, this is gonna be *adorable* on you," she cooed, her voice dripping with false sweetness as she glanced down at his frilly dress. Behind her, the babysitter clapped her hands together with glee, while his wife leaned against the doorframe, sipping a martini with a smirk. "Look at him," she giggled, glancing over her shoulder at the gathered women. "All dressed up like a little princess. Pathetic." Lena's cherry-red nails hooked under the ruffled hem of his pink satin dress with deliberate slowness, her hazel eyes locked onto his as she peeled the fabric upward inch by torturous inch. Lena's fingers curled around the ruffled waistband of his frilly pink satin knickers, her-red nails catching on the embroidered "*2.5 inches*" proclamation as she gave it a slow, deliberate tug. The fabric stretched taut over his damp diaper before releasing with a soft snap against his hips—a sound that made his breath hitch around the rubber pacifier. "Let's see what Mommy's little princess is hiding under all these frills," she purred, her hazel eyes gleaming under the nursery lights as she peeled the satin downward inch by excruciating inch. .The crinkle of plastic pants filled the silent nursery as she exposed the damp, puffiness of his diaper—the scent of baby powder and something muskier wafting up as she traced the elastic leg guards with a single fingernail. "Aw, did widdle baby wet himself already?" she cooed, her voice syrupy with mock concern. Behind her, Jessica's phone camera flashed relentlessly, capturing every twitch of his penis flesh beneath the soaked padding.The velvet box tilted, spilling the tiny pink cage onto the crib mattress beside him with a soft metallic clink. The stranger's fingers curled around his limpness with a clinical detachment, her thumb pressing down just hard enough to make him whimper around the pacifier. "Ohhh, it's even tinier than the measurements said," she announced to the room, her voice bright with mock sympathy. The babysitter leaned in, her perfume thick and floral, one hand covering her mouth as she giggled. "That's not even worth locking up," she stage-whispered, earning a ripple of laughter from the other women. His wife took another slow sip of her martini, her dark eyes gleaming with amusement over the rim of the glass. The stranger’s fingers pinched his soft flesh, rolling it between her thumb and forefinger like she was inspecting spoiled fruit at a market. “Honestly, Cynthia,” she said, glancing back at his wife, “I don’t even know why you bothered ordering the extra-small cage. This thing wouldn’t fill a thimble. I should have had come over and taken some measurements first with this tape measure.” The room erupted in laughter again, the sound bouncing off the nursery walls like a cruel echo. His wife’s smirk deepened as she swirled her martini, the ice clinking ominously. Jessica's fingers grasped the tape measure from Lenas hand danced along the yellow tape measure, stretching it taut with exaggerated care. The plastic hissed as it unspooled, the numbers stark against his frilly pink dress. She pressed the metal tip against the base of his caged flesh, her nail digging in just enough to leave a crescent moon indentation. "Let's see what we're working with," she murmured, her voice dripping with saccharine sweetness as she leaned closer, her breath hot against his trembling thigh. The tape measure inched forward—one centimeter, then two—before stopping abruptly at the pink metal bars of the chastity cage. "Oh my god," Jessica gasped, her lips curling into a delighted smirk, "it's not even reaching the *first* inch mark!" The stranger’s fingers withdrew with a final, dismissive flick against his thigh, leaving him exposed under the nursery’s harsh overhead light. She plucked the pink cage from the mattress with two fingers, dangling it like a cheap trinket. “Still,” she mused, her tongue pressing against her teeth in faux contemplation, “rules are rules.” The cage’s tiny ring glinted as she twisted it, the cold metal brushing his skin before she snapped it shut with a decisive click. The sound echoed louder than it should have—a padlock slamming on a prison cell. The chastity cage pressed cruelly against what little he had—barely two inches when fully erect, a pathetic stub that barely twitched under the stranger’s mocking gaze. His diaper crinkled faintly as he squirmed, the thick white cloth already damp with humiliation under the crinkling clear plastic pants that amplified every mortifying sound. The stranger traced the ruffled lace trim of his pink satin baby knickers, her nail catching on the embroidered white lettering across the front: *two inches " — Mommy’s Teeny Weeny*. A matching proclamation decorated the rear—*Property of Cynthia’s Boyfriend*—in looping cursive that peeked above the frills whenever he wriggled. The stranger’s fingers tapped against the chastity cage with a metallic *ping*, her smirk widening as she took in the full spectacle—his frilly pink satin baby knickers stretched taut over the damp cloth nappy, the ruffled lace trim trembling with every shallow breath he took. The white lettering on the front—*2 .5 inches*—stood out in mocking clarity against the pink fabric, the embroidery slightly puckered where his pathetic erection had once strained against the satin. Now, with the cold metal cage snug around what little he had, even that meager swelling was impossible. The stranger's cherry-red nails tapped twice against the pink chastity cage—*ping, ping*—before she reached into her skirt pocket and produced a sleek smartphone. "Smile, princess," she purred, angling the camera downward with deliberate cruelty. Behind her, the babysitter's phone was already out, her thumb hovering over the shutter button. "Ohhh, we're definitely making this my lockscreen," she giggled, leaning in so close that the sweet, cloying scent of her perfume made his eyes watee. The stranger—Lena, as his wife now called her—couldn’t have been older than nineteen, her tight black skirt and crisp white blouse hugging curves that screamed *adult* while her smirk betrayed the glee of a teenager playing with a new toy. Her dark hair swung in a sleek bob just above her shoulders, the ends flicking against the collar of her blouse whenever she tossed her head back to laugh. Her eyes were a startling hazel, thickly lined with kohl that made them look even more predatory as they raked over his humiliation. The white silk panties she’d flashed earlier—deliberately, he was sure—had a tiny black bow at the center, a detail burned into his memory as she’d knelt beside his crib. The babysitter—Jessica, though she'd long insisted he call her "Miss Jess"—perched on the edge of his crib like a queen surveying her kingdom, her pleated school skirt riding up just enough to reveal the elastic edge of her white lace-trimmed panties. At twenty-one, she carried herself with the effortless superiority of a college sophomore who knew exactly how much power her youth and looks granted her over lesser creatures—like the frilly-dressed thing currently trembling in the crib. Her honey-blonde ponytail swung with every mocking tilt of her head, the ends brushing against the neckline of her snug pink crop top, which barely contained breasts that had made his wife roll her eyes more than once. "God, stop staring like a creep," she'd snapped last week, flicking his pacifier so hard it left a red mark on his chin. Today, her glossed lips pursed in a perfect pout as she dangled a pair of silky white over his head. "Guess what these are soaked with, babygirl?" she singsonged, waving them just out of reach of his grasping hands. The unmistakable musky scent of his wife's arousal clung to the fabric. Cynthia stood in the doorway, her silhouette backlit by the hallway light like a goddess surveying her domain. Her long, jet-black hair cascaded over one shoulder in a waterfall of silk, the ends brushing against almost to her sexy bottomom . Her tight white cocktail dress clung to every dangerous curve. The fabric was so tight it whispered when she moved, the slit up her thigh revealing a flash of white satin panties—the same pair she'd peeled off after last night's date and tossed onto his crib bars, still damp with her arousal and the musk of her boyfriend's cock. Her lips, painted a venomous red, curled as she took in the scene, her dark brown eyes glinting with amusement beneath the sweep of false lashes. "Jesus, Lena," she purred, stepping forward on stiletto heels that made her legs look endless. The front door slammed hard enough to rattle the nursery mobile above his crib, sending pastel unicorns spinning in frantic circles. Heavy footsteps crossed the foyer downstairs—two strides for every three of Cynthia's—followed by a deep, rumbling laugh that vibrated through the floorboards. Jessica's head snapped up from her phone, her glossed lips parting in a silent *oh* as the footsteps paused at the base of the stairs. The footsteps took the stairs two at a time—a rhythmic, predatory ascent that made the crystal pendants on the nursery chandelier shiver. Jessica scrambled off the crib's edge, smoothing her pleated skirt with suddenly nervous fingers as the bedroom door swung open without ceremony. The doorframe filled instantly with broad shoulders—a man who had to duck slightly to avoid scraping his head on the lintel, his silhouette swallowing the light. His biceps strained the sleeves of a black Henley rolled to the elbows, veins mapping territory that made Lena's manicured fingers twitch against her phone. Jessica inhaled sharply through her nose, her ponytail bobbing as she craned her neck to follow the upward trajectory of him—six-foot-three if he was an inch, the kind of height that made Cynthia's stilettos seem like sensible footwear. The man's shadow stretched across the nursery rug, swallowing the pastel unicorn mobile's reflection as he stepped forward. His cologne—something dark and expensive with a bite of leather—cut through the powdery nursery scent like a switchblade. Cynthia didn't turn, just arched one sculpted eyebrow as his hand settled possessively on her hip, his thumb dipping beneath the slit of her dress to stroke bare skin. "You're late," she murmured, but her voice had gone syrupy, the way it never did when addressing the crib. The man's chuckle vibrated through the crib bars as he surveyed the scene—Lena kneeling with her cherry-red nails still hooked in the frilly dress, Jessica clutching her phone like a guilty teenager caught texting, and the caged, diapered thing trembling in the corner. His fingers tightened on Cynthia's hip, pulling her back against his chest with a possessiveness that made the plastic pants crinkle louder. "Had to pick up something special," he rumbled, nodding toward the velvet box still open on the nightstand. The man's free hand dipped into his pocket, producing a velvet pouch that clinked with heavy promise. Jessica's breath hitched as he tossed it onto the changing table with a dull thud—the unmistakable sound of metal links settling. Cynthia twisted in his grip, her manicured fingers plucking at the drawstrings with feline curiosity. "You didn't," she murmured, but the way her teeth caught her lower lip betrayed her excitement. The pouch gaped open, revealing a glint of polished steel—a collar, thick as two fingers, its O-ring dangling with the weight of inevitability. The collar landed on the changing table with a muffled clink, its polished steel catching the nursery lights in a way that made Lena’s hazel eyes widen. Jessica’s phone slipped from her fingers, hitting the rug with a soft thud as she gaped at the thick band of metal. Even Cynthia’s breath stuttered—just for a heartbeat—before her smirk returned, sharper than ever. The man’s hand slid higher up her hip, his fingers toying with the slit in her dress as he murmured something against her ear that made her throaty laugh echo off the pink walls. The man's fingers curled around the collar with a casual dominance that made the air thicken—his knuckles, scarred and rough, stark against the steel's polished gleam. Cynthia tilted her head back against his shoulder, her dark eyes fluttering half-shut as his other hand slid up her thigh beneath the dress slit, the white silk of her panties flashing for half a second before his fingers disappeared into the fabric. Jessica's gasp was barely audible over the crinkle of plastic pants shifting in the crib. The man's chuckle vibrated through the crib bars as his fingers worked beneath Cynthia's dress—slow, deliberate motions that made her breath catch. The nursery lights caught the sweat beading along her collarbone when she arched against him, her dress whispering secrets against his thighs. Jessica's phone lay forgotten on the rug, screen still lit with the photo of his caged humiliation. Lena licked her cherry-red lips, her hazel eyes darting between the collar in the man's hand and the way Cynthia's hips jerked under his touch. The man’s fingers finally withdrew from beneath Cynthia’s dress with a wet sound that made Lena’s cheeks flush. He held up his glistening fingertips to the light, grinning as Cynthia’s arousal dripped onto the nursery rug—a dark spot blooming next to Jessica’s forgotten phone. "Told you I’d make it worth the wait," he murmured, licking his fingers with a slow drag of his tongue that sent a visible shudder through Cynthia’s body. His other hand still clutched the collar, the steel links clinking softly as he turned his attention to the crib. The collar’s O-ring tapped against the crib bars—*clink, clink, clink*—as the man leaned down, his shadow swallowing the frilly pink nursery in a single motion. Up close, his cologne was overwhelming—dark amber and something primal that made the plastic pants crinkle louder with every panicked breath. His thumb hooked under the chastity cage’s base ring, lifting it just enough to make the pink metal dig into tender flesh. "Look at that," he rumbled, his voice dripping with mock awe. "Fits like it was made for him." Cynthia’s laughter curled around the words like smoke, her fingers already working the collar’s buckle loose with practiced ease. The man's calloused fingers wrapped around the back of his neck, forcing his face toward the glinting steel collar with terrifying ease. The cold metal kissed his throat before he could whimper, the buckle clicking shut with finality. A collective sigh rippled through the women—Jessica's breathy giggle, Lena's approving hum, Cynthia's low moan as the man's free hand slid back up her thigh. The collar’s weight settled against his throat with a quiet finality, the steel links clinking as the man gave an experimental tug—just enough to make the plastic pants crinkle in panicked response. Jessica’s fingers flew to her mouth, her manicured nails tapping against her glossed lips in poorly concealed excitement. "Oh my *god*," she breathed, her phone forgotten on the rug as she leaned forward, "it’s even hotter in person." Lena’s cherry-red nails dug into the crib bars, her hazel eyes flicking between the collar and the way Cynthia’s back arched against the man’s chest, her red dress riding up to reveal the damp white silk clinging to her hips. The man’s grip on the collar tightened, pulling him forward until his forehead pressed against the crib bars with a dull thud. The steel links dug into his windpipe just enough to make his breaths come in shallow, panicked hitches—each one sending a fresh crinkle of plastic pants echoing through the nursery. Cynthia’s stiletto clicked against the hardwood as she stepped closer, her white dress whispering against her thighs. "Look at him," she murmured, her voice honeyed with cruel amusement. "Like a little puppy on a leash." Her fingers trailed down the man’s arm, her nails leaving faint crescents in his skin before she plucked the leash from his grasp. The leash snapped taut with a sharp *click* of the clasp locking into the collar’s O-ring—a sound that seemed to echo forever in the suddenly silent nursery. Cynthia’s red nails coiled around the leather like a viper constricting its prey, her stiletto tapping impatiently as she waited for the inevitable whimper. It came on cue, high and reedy, muffled by the pacifier bobbing between his lips. "Oh good," she purred, giving an experimental tug that made his plastic pants crinkle in frantic protest. "He remembers his place." The leash jerked sharply, yanking his face forward against the crib bars hard enough to leave pink impressions on his forehead. Cynthia’s stiletto tapped an impatient rhythm against the hardwood as she surveyed him, her free hand already reaching for the velvet pouch. "Hold still, babygirl," she murmured, though the leash in her other hand ensured he couldn’t have moved if he tried. The man’s chuckle rumbled through the room as he stepped back, his fingers trailing possessively down Cynthia’s spine before settling at the small of her back. Lena’s phone flashed again—*click, click*—capturing the way his frilly pink dress rode up over the damp plastic pants with every shallow breath. The leash jerked again—harder this time—pulling his face against the bars until his nose flattened against the cold metal. Cynthia's stiletto hooked under the hem of his frilly dress, flipping it up to expose the crinkling plastic pants beneath. "Look at him," she cooed, twisting the leash so the collar dug into his windpipe. "All dressed up like a good little sissy, and still leaking through his diapers." The babysitter's phone flashed again, capturing the damp patches spreading across the plastic. The mittens landed on the changing table with a soft *plop*, their pink satin ribbons slithering across the polished wood like live things. Jessica reached for them first, her fingers trembling with barely contained glee as she held them up—the fluffy fabric absurdly infantilizing against her manicured nails. "Oh my god," she breathed, turning them over to reveal the tiny silver locks sewn into the cuffs. "They even *click* shut." Lena's cherry-red lips parted in a silent gasp, her hazel eyes darting to the man's face for confirmation. He merely shrugged, his massive hand still possessively cupping Cynthia's hip, but the smirk twisting his lips said everything. The mittens dangled from Jessica's fingers, casting frilly shadows across the crib bars as she leaned in with a predator's grin. "Say 'ahh', babygirl," she cooed, her free hand pinching his nostrils shut until his mouth gaped open around the pacifier. The satin ribbons slithered against his wrists before cinching tight—the silver locks clicking shut with a sound like distant handcuffs. Lena's phone flashed again, capturing the way his fingers twitched helplessly inside the pink fluff, their movements reduced to pathetic little wiggles beneath the fabric. The mittens' ribbons cinched tight around his wrists with a finality that made Lena exhale sharply through her nose—the sound of a predator satisfied. Jessica giggled, giving the satin ties an extra tug that made the silver locks dig into his skin. His muffled whine was lost beneath Cynthia’s throaty laugh as she yanked the leash sideways, forcing his face toward the man’s bulging crotch. The musky scent of sweat and precum seeped through the dark fabric, thick enough to make his nostrils flare involuntarily. The leash went slack just long enough for the man to haul him up by the scruff of his frilly dress, tossing him face-down across one massive thigh like a misbehaving toddler. His plastic pants crunched as those rough hands yanked the damp fabric down to his knees, exposing the flushed skin beneath to the stifling nursery air. The first spank landed before he could brace—a sharp, stinging crack that sent Lena’s phone flashing and Jessica’s breathless giggle skittering across the pink walls. Cynthia leaned against the changing table, idly swinging the leash as she watched her husband’s palm paint alternating red handprints across his upturned rear, each smack punctuated by a muffled squeal around the pacifier. "I bet this is making the sissy hard" Jessica giggled . Leana took hold of the baby and removed his chastisty cage ,The chastity cage clicked open with a sound like a tiny guillotine dropping, the pink metal falling away to reveal what little remained of his dignity. Lena’s nails dug into his thighs as she spread him wider across the man’s lap,again her delighted gasp echoing through the nursery when his hairless hardness sprang free—a pitiful twitch of exposed flesh that sent Jessica scrambling for her discarded phone. "Oh *wow*," the babysitter breathed, zooming in with merciless precision. "It’s even tinier without the cage!" Cynthia’s stiletto hooked under the bunched satin of his frilly knickers, dragging them down with her toes until the plastic pants and soggy nappy pooled around his ankles like a melted ice cream sundae. he leash yanked forward without warning, hauling him stumbling across the nursery threshold on trembling legs. Metal loops embedded in the ceiling of the master bedroom glinted under the dimmed chandelier light—industrial-strength hooks installed just for nights like this. The man's laughter boomed behind him as Cynthia expertly clipped the bouncer's harness straps to the overhead rings, the leather-and-steel contraption swaying slightly like a grotesque parody of an infant's plaything. His frilly dress rode up around his waist as she tightened the straps, plastic pants crinkling pathetically with every shallow breath. The frilly pink satin baby knickers rode up with every pathetic twitch of his suspended body, the delicate lace trim catching on the harness straps as the bouncer swayed. Cynthia's red nails traced the satin waistband, her smirk deepening when her fingers came away damp—proof that even humiliated and caged, his traitorous body still reacted. "Look at this," she purred, snapping the elastic against his hipbones hard enough to leave pink marks. "Our little sissy spent extra on the *lace-trimmed* incontinence panties. How *precious*." Behind her, the man's chuckle rumbled through the bedroom like distant thunder, his shadow swallowing the bouncer whole as he stepped closer. The guest bedroom door creaked just enough to frame a sliver of the master suite—golden light spilling across Lena’s bare toes as she crouched in the hallway, her cherry-red nails digging into Jessica’s wrist. The younger girl’s breath hitched against Lena’s shoulder, her ponytail bobbing as she strained to see past the door’s tantalizing gap. Inside, the bouncer swayed gently from the ceiling hooks, its frilly occupant’s legs dangling limp above the Persian rug while Cynthia’s stilettos made slow, predatory circles around him. Lena's breath hitched as she pressed her palm flat against the guest bedroom door, the wood vibrating with each muffled *creak* of the harness straps from across the hall. Jessica's fingers curled into the back of her silk camisole, nails scraping bare skin as the younger girl rose onto tiptoes to peer over her shoulder. The master suite's door gaped just wide enough to frame Cynthia's silhouette dress unzipped to the small of her back, stilettos clicking against hardwood as she circled the suspended bouncer with the leash coiled around her wrist like a decadent bracelet. The bouncer swung slightly as Cynthia gave it a mocking push with her stiletto, making the harness straps creak under the weight of his trembling body. Her red nails traced the outline of his caged arousal through the damp plastic pants, her smirk deepening when he let out a muffled whimper around the pacifier. "Look at him," she murmured to the man looming behind her, her voice dripping with cruel amusement. "Like a broken doll dangling from its strings." The man's laughter rumbled through the room as he stepped forward, his massive hands settling possessively on Cynthia's hips while his gaze raked over the frilly, pathetic figure suspended before them. The bouncer creaked ominously as Cynthia tugged the leash downward, forcing his face toward the wet stain spreading across the plastic pants. Her stiletto tapped a slow, taunting rhythm against the hardwood floor, each click syncing with the drip of humiliation trickling down his inner thighs. "Oh babygirl," she crooned, using her free hand to pinch the sodden fabric between thumb and forefinger, "did we forget our potty training again?" The man behind her chuckled darkly, his fingers tightening around Cynthia’s waist as she gave the leash another vicious yank—hard enough to make the harness straps dig into his shoulders. The bedroom door swung wider with a nudge from Cynthia's stiletto—just enough to ensure Lena and Jessica had an unobstructed view of the master suite's grotesque tableau. The bouncer swayed gently, its frilly occupant's legs twitching like a marionette with cut strings. Cynthia's fingers trailed up the harness straps, her nails catching on the buckles with deliberate, metallic clicks that made Jessica bite her lower lip hard enough to smear her peach gloss. The bouncer swung in a slow, mocking arc as Cynthia's lover dragged his calloused fingertips up the inside of the sissy's trembling thigh—stopping just short of the damp plastic pants with theatrical hesitation. Lena's phone flashed from the doorway, capturing the way Cynthia's red nails dug into her lover's bicep as she whispered something that made his grin turn wolfish. "Oh, we're not *done* yet," he rumbled, his other hand yanking the leash so hard the harness straps squeaked in protest. Cynthia's fingers made quick work of the zipper at her back, the white dress pooling around her ankles like shed skin. The stockings came next—she hooked her thumbs into the lace tops and rolled them down her thighs with agonizing slowness, letting each one snap against her skin before peeling them off completely. Lena's phone flashed from the doorway, capturing the way the dim light caught on the damp sheen of Cynthia's inner thighs as she stepped free of the crumpled fabric. The man's appreciative growl rumbled through the room when she finally peeled off her soaked white silk panties, the delicate fabric clinging to her fingers for a moment before she let it dangle tauntingly over the bouncer. Cynthia’s damp silk panties dangled from her fingers like a surrender flag, the lace trim catching the chandelier light as she swayed them mockingly above his face. "Open wide, babygirl," she cooed, her voice syrup-thick with amusement as the bouncer’s straps creaked under his squirming weight. The moment his lips parted around the pacifier in a reflexive gasp, she dropped the panties—still warm from her body—onto his face with a wet slap, the silk clinging instantly to his flushed skin. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, musky and intimate, as the lace edges tickled his forehead like a grotesque parody of a bridal veil.Cynthia’s fingers adjusted the silk gusset with meticulous precision, pressing the damp center directly over his nose like a surgeon aligning a mask. The scent—musky and thick with her arousal—flooded his sinuses instantly, her pheromones saturating every panicked inhale. She tilted her head, studying the way the lace framed his flaring nostrils, her red nails tapping against his forehead in a silent countdown. "Breathe deep, sweetheart," she murmured, her thumb pressing down harder when his chest hitched. "You wanted to smell me all day, didn’t you?" Behind her, the man’s chuckle vibrated through the room as he palmed Cynthia’s bare hip, his fingers leaving faint marks on her skin. Lena's phone slipped from her fingers, clattering onto the hardwood as Jessica's manicured nails dug into her forearm hard enough to leave crescent moons. The damp silk clung to his face like a second skin, the lace trim framing his flaring nostrils in a grotesque parody of a bride's veil. "Holy *shit*," Jessica breathed, her voice trembling with something between horror and fascination as Cynthia's used panties molded to his trembling features, the sheer fabric turning translucent where it stuck to his open, panting mouth. The laughter started low—a muffled giggle from Jessica's throat as she clutched Lena's arm with shaking fingers. Then it spread like kerosene catching fire, rippling through the room in cruel, melodic waves. Lena's phone lay forgotten on the hardwood, her body trembling with suppressed mirth as Cynthia's lover traced the outline of his wife's used panties plastered to the sissy's face. The damp silk had molded perfectly to his flaring nostrils, the lace trim rising and falling with each panicked breath like some grotesque respiratory mask. The bouncer swayed violently as the man suddenly released the harness straps, his thick fingers already working the button of his jeans. Lena's gasp echoed through the room when his erection sprang free—a thick, veined monstrosity that made Jessica's fingers fly to her mouth in stunned silence. Cynthia barely had time to lick her lips before he scooped her up effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the bed like she weighed nothing. The mattress groaned under their combined weight as he pinned her beneath him, his hips already grinding against her silk-clad core with possessive hunger. Jessica's fingers dug into Lena's wrist hard enough to leave marks as the man's jeans hit the floor. When she saw his cock sprang free, thick and veined, curving upward like some obscene monument to masculinity. Her breath caughteight maybe nine inches? her mind scrambling to quantify the sheer *wrongness* of its scale compared to the frilly, caged thing twitching in the bouncer. The contrast was grotesque; where the sissy's had been pink and hairless like a peeled shrimp, this was a ruddy, pulsing beast that made the babysitter's throat go dry. The damp silk clung tighter with every panicked breath he sucked through the fabric, Cynthia’s scent flooding his senses until his head swam with it—musky and sweet like overripe fruit left to bake in the sun. The bouncer swayed violently as the man’s hands slid under Cynthia’s thighs, her stilettos scraping against his back as she arched into his grip with a throaty moan. Lena’s bitten-off gasp from the doorway was barely audible over the wet, rhythmic slap of skin against skin, the bedframe shuddering with each thrust. The bouncer's straps groaned under the violent sway as Cynthia's lover drove into her with animalistic precision, her stilettos carving crescent moons into his shoulders. The scent of her arousal clung thick in the air, mingling with the musk of sweat and leather—a heady cocktail that made Lena's knees tremble against the doorframe. Jessica's fingers dug into her waist, nails biting through silk as the man's hips pistoned faster, Cynthia's moans climbing to a fever pitch that drowned out the sissy's muffled whimpers from the dangling harness. The bouncer’s straps squeaked with every frantic twist of his body, the damp silk panties suctioned to his face like a second skin as Cynthia’s moans crescendoed into something primal. Jessica’s breath came in shallow hitches against Lena’s shoulder, her fingers kneading the fabric of her camisole as the man’s hips hammered into Cynthia with a rhythm that made the headboard slam against the wall like a metronome gone feral. The scent of sex and sweat thickened the air, clinging to the back of Lena’s throat as she watched Cynthia’s manicured hands rake down her lover’s back, leaving angry red trails in their wake. Cynthia's back arched off the mattress, her fingers twisting in the sheets as her lover's thick cock stretched her open with a delicious, unbearable fullness. Every thrust dragged against her inner walls in a way that made her breath catch—not just filling her, but *rearranging* her, the thick ridge of his crown nudging spots her husband’s pitiful twitch had never even grazed. or was even capable of The stretch burned just enough to make her whimper, her nails scraping down his sweat-slicked shoulders as he pistoned into her with a rhythm that sent the headboard slamming against the wall. "Fuck—*fuck*," she gasped, her thighs trembling around his hips, the sheer *girth* of him pressing against her cervix with each brutal push. Cynthia's climax hit like a struck match—sudden, consuming, the heat spreading up her spine until her vision whited out at the edges. She felt it in her teeth, in the tremors locking her ankles behind his thrusting hips, in the damp strands of hair plastered to her forehead as she sobbed openly into the sweat-slick hollow of his shoulder. This wasn’t the polite, restrained pleasure her husband’s timid fingers had occasionally coaxed from her; this was annihilation, the kind of pleasure that scraped her raw and left her shuddering like a plucked wire. "*God*," she gasped, her voice breaking as her nails scored crescents into his back, the tears streaking her mascara black down her cheeks. For the first time in years, she felt like a woman—not a caretaker, not a patient tutor—but *taken*, thoroughly and without apology. Cynthia's climax hit like a struck match—sudden, consuming, the heat spreading up her spine until her vision whited out at the edges. She felt it in her teeth, in the tremors locking her ankles behind his thrusting hips, in the damp strands of hair plastered to her forehead as she sobbed openly into the sweat-slick hollow of his shoulder. This wasn’t the polite, restrained pleasure her husband’s timid fingers had occasionally coaxed from her; this was annihilation, the kind of pleasure that scraped her raw and left her shuddering like a plucked wire. "*God*," she gasped, her voice breaking as her nails scored crescents into his back, the tears streaking her mascara black down her cheeks. For the first time in years, she felt like a woman—not a caretaker, not a patient tutor—but *taken*, thoroughly and without apology. Cynthia's fingers flicked lazily toward the doorway, her voice dripping with amused command. "Don't just hover there like shy little mice—come in and *help*." Lena's pulse spiked as Jessica practically vibrated beside her, the younger girl's fingers already twitching with anticipation. They crossed the threshold like initiates entering a sacred space—one where humiliation was the sacrament, and the sissy's trembling body was the altar. The bouncer’s straps groaned under another violent sway as Lena and Jessica stepped into the golden-lit arena of the master suite, their bare feet sticking slightly to the hardwood where Cynthia’s discarded stockings had left a faint sheen of sweat. Lena’s gaze flickered between the damp silk still suctioned to the sissy’s face and the man’s sweat-slicked back muscles rippling with each relentless thrust into Cynthia—his hips a metronome of ownership. Jessica’s breath hitched audibly when Cynthia’s fingers, still trembling from her climax, curled in a beckoning gesture toward them.Jessica's bare foot stuck to a discarded stocking as she crept forward, the silk adhesive with dried sweat and something muskier. The scent hit her nostrils—thick, animal, layered with Cynthia’s perfume and the sharp tang of leather—and her knees nearly buckled. Lena’s fingers dug into her elbow, not to steady her, but to anchor herself as the man’s hips pistoned into Cynthia with a wet, rhythmic slap that echoed off the vaulted ceiling. The headboard’s relentless pounding against the wall had chipped the paint, exposing raw drywall like a wound. Cynthia's breathless chuckle cut through the wet slap of skin against skin as she tilted her head toward Lena and Jessica, her pupils blown wide with arousal. "Be good girls," she panted, her fingers twitching toward the dangling bouncer, "and strip that frilly little doll for me." The harness straps groaned as Lena stepped forward, her fingers hooking into the lace-trimmed waistband of the sissy's plastic pants with deliberate cruelty. The moment she peeled them down—revealing the damp, pink-striped nappy beneath—the scent of stale urine and baby powder flooded the room, thick enough to make Jessica's nose wrinkle even as she reached for the chastity cage's tiny lock. The chastity cage's tiny lock clicked open under Jessica's trembling fingers, releasing the sissy's pitiful twitching arousal into the humid air of the bedroom. Lena's upper lip curled in amused disgust as she pinched the damp, hairless skin between her nails, holding it up like a biologist examining some undersized specimen. "Jesus," Jessica giggled, her breath hitching as she wiped her fingers on the frilly pink crib sheet, "it's like a fucking cashew." The bouncer's straps squeaked in protest as Jessica tightened her grip, her manicured nails digging crescent moons into the sissy's pale, hairless skin. She twisted her wrist experimentally, watching with detached fascination as his hips bucked in the harness—not from pleasure, but from the sharp sting of her grip. Lena's laughter bubbled up beside her, throaty and warm, as she reached down to flick the tiny erection with her middle finger. "Look at it," she cooed, her voice dripping with saccharine mockery, "like a little pink shrimp trying to hide in its shell." The sissy's muffled whimper vibrated through Cynthia's damp panties still plastered to his face, the sound drowned out by the rhythmic creaking of the bedsprings behind them. Jessica's fingers worked with clinical precision, her manicured nails scraping along his pathetic length as she jerked him toward a humiliating climax—her palm barely registering the twitching heat of his release when it came in thin, sputtering spurts across his frilly pink dress uuugh," Lena groaned, snapping a photo of the damp splatter with her phone's flash glaring, "even his cum looks watered down." The bouncer's harness creaked ominously as they unhooked him, his limp body collapsing into their waiting arms like a discarded marionette, the scent of baby powder and stale urine clinging to his damp plastic pants. The sissy's knees buckled as Lena and Jessica let him slump onto the plush rug, his frilly dress hiked up around his waist, revealing the soaked nappy sagging between his thighs. Cynthia's laughter rang out—sharp and bright—as she arched off the mattress, her lover's thrusts never slowing despite the new audience. "Look at him," she gasped, her fingers clawing at the sheets. "Dripping like a leaky faucet." Jessica's heel prodded the sissy's trembling ribs, rolling him onto his back with a crinkle of plastic. His caged arousal was a damp, pitiful sight against the lace trim of his dress, the chastity device glinting mockingly in the chandelier light. The bouncer's straps finally stilled as Jessica dragged the sissy onto his knees, his frilly pink dress rucked up around his waist like a deflated balloon. His plastic pants crinkled with every shuddering breath, the faint ammonia scent mixing sickly-sweet with Cynthia’s musk still clinging to the silk stretched over his face. Lena’s stiletto hooked under his chin, forcing his gaze upward just as the lover’s hips stuttered—Cynthia’s back bowing off the mattress with a guttural cry as he buried himself to the hilt, her thighs quivering around his waist. The sissy's vision blurred as Lena's stiletto pressed harder under his chin, forcing his gaze upward to where Cynthia's lover was pulling out of her with a wet, obscene sound—his cock glistening in the chandelier light, flushed dark and twitching with spent arousal. Jessica's fingers tangled in the sissy's hair, yanking his head back further until the vertebrae in his neck popped, her breath hot against his ear. "Count every drop," she whispered, her other hand gesturing to the thick beads of semen already dripping from Cynthia's swollen lips onto the silk sheets. His throat worked around the gag of Cynthia's panties, the numbers forming soundlessly behind the damp lace. The sissy's eyes watered as Lena's stiletto dug deeper into the soft flesh beneath his chin, forcing him to watch the thick, pearlescent strands of semen dribbling from Cynthia's well-used opening onto the rumpled sheets. His nostrils flared against the damp silk of her panties still plastered to his face, each breath flooding his senses with the musky evidence of her satisfaction—something his trembling, caged nub could never provide. Jessica's nails scraped along his scalp as she twisted her fingers tighter in his hair, her whisper venomously sweet: "One... two... three... oh look, another one just *dripped* out. Can you *count* them, babygirl?" The sissy's thighs trembled as Jessica rolled him onto his back, the thin plastic pants crinkling like cheap cellophane under her impatient fingers. The pale pink nylon of his frilly baby knickers peeked through the semi-clear plastic—sheer enough to show the damp outline of his nappy beneath, the ruffled edges framing his caged twitch like some grotesque parody of lingerie. His frilly nightie had ridden up around his armpits, the short hem doing nothing to conceal the humiliating ensemble underneath. The pacifier was pink, of course—shaped like a tiny, glistening penis, the silicone teat bobbing obscenely between his trembling lips as Jessica fastened the strap behind his head with a snap. Lena adjusted the frilly bonnet around his ears, her fingers lingering just long enough to pinch his earlobe cruelly before stepping back to admire their handiwork. "There," she cooed, tilting his chin up with the tip of her stiletto, "now you look like a proper little babygirl." The teddy bear they'd shoved between his arms was missing an eye, its remaining glass orb reflecting his humiliation in fractured, distorted detail. Jessica's fingers curled around the sissy's bonnet strings, yanking them tight enough to make the frilled edges dig into his forehead like a parody of a crown. The pacifier bobbed wildly as he gasped against the damp silk still suctioned to his face, his nostrils flaring against the lace with each panicked inhale of Cynthia's musk. Lena's stiletto pressed down on his plastic pants, the crinkling sound drowning out his muffled whimper as Jessica leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. "Shhh, babygirl," she purred, her teeth grazing his earlobe, "you're just here to watch how *real* men fuck your wife. The cot’s pastel pink bars gleamed under the bedroom’s dimmed chandelier, its frilly lace canopy fluttering slightly from the ceiling fan’s lazy rotation. Cynthia had positioned it strategically—close enough to the king-sized bed that the sissy’s tear-blurred vision could make out every twitch of her lover’s bare thigh as it pressed into the mattress, yet far enough to emphasize his exile. Polaroids dangled from the crib rails like grotesque mobiles: Cynthia splayed across black silk sheets with her lover’s hand fisted in her hair, Lena and Jessica mid-laugh as they held up the sissy’s discarded chastity cage between manicured fingers, the babysitter’s friends posing with their stilettos propped on his plastic-pants-clad thighs. Each image swung gently, the clothespins creaking in a mockery of childhood lullabies. The Polaroid camera flashed again, its mechanical whir cutting through the humid air as Lena crouched over the sissy’s prone form—her stiletto digging into the small of his back while Jessica yanked the frilly bonnet askew for maximum humiliation. "Smile, babygirl," Lena cooed, her free hand twisting his wrist behind him to better showcase the tiny pink chastity cage glinting against his thigh. The camera spat out the square photo with a wet click, and Jessica snatched it midair, waving it like a trophy before pinning it to the mobile of shame dangling from the crib. The Polaroid camera flashed once more, but it was Lena’s iPhone that caught Jessica’s attention—its sleek surface reflecting the chandelier light as she swiped it from the nightstand with a predator’s grin. "Ohhh, I’m *definitely* sending these to the group chat," she purred, angling the lens toward the sissy’s tear-streaked face, the frilly bonnet half-tilted and damp with sweat. Her thumb hovered over the record button, the red dot blinking like a mocking eye. "Say ‘cheese,’ babygirl—or should I say, ‘say *peepee*’?" The burst of giggles from the women drowned out his muffled whimper as she zoomed in mercilessly on his caged arousal, the tiny pink chastity device glinting under the flash. Jessica's thumb hovered over the glowing screen, her freshly manicured nail—painted the same bubblegum pink as the sissy's bonnet—tapping against the gallery icon with deliberate cruelty. The burst of notifications lit up her phone in rapid succession: *"omfg is that real?"* from Melanie, *"no way that’s a grown man 😭"* from Sofia, and a string of eggplant emojis from the babysitter’s college group chat that made Lena snort into her champagne flute. Jessica angled the screen toward the sissy’s tear-streaked face, zooming in on the droplets clinging to his lashes. "They all think you’re *adorable*," she cooed, her voice dripping with saccharine malice. "Should we send them the video of you wetting your nappy next?"

Hey everyone! As normal with me I've been away for a while but I wanted to scratch and urge to write some more stories! I'm not going to commit to a multi-part story right now but here's a short(ish) story that I hope everyone enjoys! As normal I'm using british-style language i.e. 'nappies' instead of 'diapers'. -------------- Coffee Date It was a bright, crisp Thursday morning in Brighton. The pebble beach was sparsely busy with dog walkers, couples and even the odd brave sea swimmer. A bit further in from the water, Ruby strolled down the promenade after parking her car in a nearby car park. She smiled as she looked down at the shimmering coast, with her hands firmly in the pockets of her cropped puffer jacket as she grasps her phone in the left pocket. She was eagerly awaiting her bi-weekly coffee date with her best friend Erin, something they'd promised each other they'd never miss after going their separate ways after college a year ago. Ruby had gone to university but had remained local, while Erin decided to go into work full-time. She'd dressed appropriately for her trip. Along with the puffer jacket, she opted for a suitably warm navy knitted sweatshirt along with some tight fleece-lined leggings that showed off her curves and spectacular bum and the look was finished with some brown Ugg boots. She approached the small, independent coffee shop, a favourite of hers and Erin's, and was glad to see their favourite spot in the window was vacant. Realising she was the first to arrive, she ordered herself a vanilla latte and Erin a breakfast tea, hung up her jacket on the coat stand near the front door, and took a seat in one of the two large light brown leather armchairs. She fluffed out her long brunette hair and checked her phone, but it wasn't long until she spotted her friend walking down the street towards the cafe. Erin was a tall, slender and very glamourous. Today she'd opted to tie up her curly ginger hair in a messy bun but didn't spare on the foundation and makeup. She wore a large, fluffy beige three-quarter fleece, some baggy oversized light blue denim jeans and some scruffy white Nike trainers. Ruby waved as she walked past and Erin's eyes lit up and she couldn't help but smile. "Hey you!" Ruby greeted as she stood up and opened her arms offering her friend a hug. "Hey girl, so lovely to see you!" Erin replied as she reciprocated and embraced in a warm hug. "I've ordered you a breakfast tea, do we want some pastries or anything?" Ruby asked as they both sat down and got comfy. "I'm all good I had some granola before I left, I'd rather chat to you than stuff my face to be honest" Erin replied with a chuckle. Both girls chatted away and told eachother all about their past few weeks. Ruby talked about all of the boring lectures she'd gone to and how hard she's been working on her dissertation, while Erin described, in great detail, her most troublesome customer interactions she'd had to endure during her hectic week at the upmarket clothing shop she worked at in nearby Eastbourne. If you were sat on a nearby table, you'd think they hadn't seen eachother in years let alone a few weeks, they just instantly fell into deep conversation and neither of them could stop smiling. "So" Erin said with a grin as she lifted her mug of tea up to her mouth, "how is Isaac?". Ruby knew the conversation would eventually lead to him, but it always did. Isaac and Ruby met in the first year of college and they instantly made a connection and fell in love, despite Erin's reservations about him. Isaac was a quiet and timid boy who didn't have many friends and kept to himself. By chance he'd been put in the same History class as Ruby and they ended up being paired together for a project on the Communist revolution in China and somehow that provided them with an opportunity to get to know each other and within a few weeks they were dating. Erin was, by her own admission, judgemental and thought Ruby could do much better such as one of the boys from the rugby team. However, Ruby grew very fond of Isaac and they've been together since. "He's okay thanks. We've really been making progress the past few weeks and I'm really happy. We've both come a long way in the past few months" Ruby explained, despite her blushing. "Well I'm happy for you I really am, and it's a real show of how much of an incredible person you are to stay with him, especially after all that stuff..." Erin replied before Ruby cut her off. "Shhhhh!" Ruby panicked as she put one finger in front of her mouth. "If you want to talk about... you know what, just keep your voice down okay?". "Sure sure don't worry, I know it's embarrassing I'll be the first person to tell you that!" Erin said with a teasing tone. Her hesitation to continue the conversation at full volume was warranted in her opinion. The events of the subject they were discussing began a few months ago and begun with a simple text message from one of Isaac's friend. Isaac was in the shower in his and Ruby's two bedroom flat in Worthing, which is just down the road from Brighton. He had shouted from the shower asking Ruby to check his phone and see if he'd had a text from his friend about some weekend plans and asked her to reply to him confirming. Ruby picked up the phone and unlocked it and thumbsed up the message (she knew his password as they were both very trusting), and as she was about to lock it she noticed he had a notification on Instagram. She would usually leave it but for whatever reason curiosity got the better of her and she opened the app without realising their relationship would never be the same again. "I'm happy to talk about it with you and you're the only person I've told, I just don't want the whole of Brighton to know about my boyfriends... unusual hobby" Ruby clarified. "Got you, is this volume okay?" Erin said as she lowered her voice slightly and scrunched her face cutely at her friend. "Much better, and to answer your question I love Isaac and he's genuinely my soulmate. I actually think were closer now than we've ever been!" Ruby said with a smile on her face. "Well I'm happy for you, and I bet Isaac is pleased getting the best of both worlds, he gets to keep his drop-dead gorgeous girlfriend, and also gets to wear... full time" Erin said. She didn't say the word, but mouthed it at Ruby instead to avoid embarrassing her. Ruby opened Instagram on Isaac's phone and was shocked and what she could see. It wasn't his standard Instagram profile, and could see he'd swapped profiles on his phone and clearly forgot to switch it back before locking his phone. The name of this profile was 'baby_iw_06' and had a few posts, all of which consistent of Isaac wearing what she assumed were adult sized nappies, as well as a few photos of the same man in a pair of Drynites pyjama pants, which she recognised from when she used to live at home with her little sister. Her face felt hot with shock and a tear began to form in her eyes as she dug further. She could see he had a few unread messages from other profiles, and while she didn't have the courage to open the conversations, she could tell by the message preview he was mid-conversation about wearing nappies. As Isaac entered the living room in his pyjamas and rubbing his stylish cropped blonde mullet dry with a towel, he immediately picked up on Ruby's emotions and put two and two together as she saw his unlocked phone in her hand. "He's very happy, and I'm so glad he is because he was really struggling before it all happened I could tell. Don't worry, you can say the word I don't mind, in fact it's become part of my basic vocabulary at this point!" Ruby chuckled. "So he's like full time wearing them now?" Erin asked inquisitively. "He is, and to be honest it's made life so much easier. It was getting really tedious having to swap between pants and nappies, going 24/7 is just so much more convenient. Although I've got to admit it's taken some adjustment" Ruby elaborated as her nerves cooled. It was such a help knowing she could talk to her best fried about it all. Isaac broke down in tears as soon as he was pressed by Ruby about his secret Instagram profile. She always knew he had a secret but had never been able to coax it out of him but now it was all out in the open. Opting to go down the supportive route, she held him and let him get his emotions out. He apologised over and over again and reassured her he wasn't cheating on her and she believed him. After a few minutes of tears everything calmed down as she asked him to explain everything. After some hesitation, Isaac began to explain he was an ABDL and nervously told Ruby all about it. He said he'd always had a fascination with wearing nappies and being regressed but never had the confidence to tell her about it, so he got out his urges by posting photos of himself online and chatting to other like-minded people. He apologised again for betraying her trust and promised to stop straight away. Ruby didn't know what to think and said she needed some space to think about everything and went back to stay with her parents for the following weekend. While she was there, she began to research what exactly an ABDL was. "Girl go you, I love that you've taken control! It must be a bit of a kick having total control over a man, kind of makes me jealous. Although don't get me wrong, changing a grown-ass man's nappy is not my cup of tea" Erin laughed as she sipped her drink. "You know it's not as bad as you think. We both make sure to strictly control diet and we're big on hygiene. It was one of my concrete requirements when I agreed to all this" Ruby clarified. "And not going to lie, I think he looks super cute when he walks around in one of his nappies around the house, or when he bends over in public and I can see his pullups poking out above his jeans". "He has always struck me as a twink and he certainly looks young for his age, but that's taking things to a whole new level!" Erin joked as they both laughed. On her return from her parents, the atmosphere was frosty and awkward as they ate dinner together. They both made small talk and both updated eachother on how their first few months of university were going. It continued for a few minutes before Ruby couldn't take it anymore and decided to tackle the subject with him head on. She said she'd done lots of research on ABDL and thought about their next steps and, much to Isaac's relief, she said she wasn't going to leave him. She explained she's still processing it all, but said it could be much worse and his interests aren't hurting anyone. Ruby admitted she is a bit hurt that he had been talking to strangers online about it, and finally revealed that she'd like to come an agreement with him. Isaac sat completely silent as Ruby laid out her cards on the table: her suggestion was that if he deleted his secret Instagram profile, she'd let him explore his desires around their flat. Isaac's eyes lit up and asked if she was absolutely sure and she said she was. They kissed and embraced and it was obvious a weight had been lifted off their shoulders. But what Ruby said next shocked, but secretly excited a still anxious Isaac. "Oh honestly Erin, you wouldn't believe how clean my bathroom is - no pubes or wee stains on the toilet seat, it's absolutely spotless!" Ruby joked as she adjusted in the armchair so her legs were crossed. "I can imagine! What about the baby stuff he likes?" Erin continued her interrogation. "It's not as important to him but it depends on his mood. Don't get me wrong when he's at home he likes to wear onesies if he can and he uses a dummy sometimes but not all the time. Nappies are much more important to him" Ruby replied. "But I'm not joking, he looks absolutely adorable in his onesie and puffy nappy while he's sat on the sofa watching football, especially since we've got rid of all the fluff on his legs". "Sounds like he's basically a big toddler, you two have come a long way haven't you! Don't mean to be cheeky but... you got any pics to show me?" Erin asked. Just before going back into their living room, Isaac looked at himself in the mirror. He was wearing his light grey pyjama t-shirt and below that, just a blue Drynites pullup. He admired how well they fit him, and his modest 5ft 4in height and his slender build certainly helped. He was anxious about agreeing to show Ruby (at her request) but he knew this would be a step towards his fantasies. He stepped through the doorway and shyly walked towards Ruby, and much to his surprise she smiled. As he stood with his hands by his side and saw Ruby look him up and down, and as Ruby asked him to turn around he shuffled in his position. He was surprised to hear Ruby say that she's surprised how much they just look like normal pants and asked him if they are comfy, and he shyly chirped that they were. His anxiety was further alleviated as Ruby admitted she could get used to seeing him in them. Her next request shocked him even further. "Oh yeah sure, let me just turn my brightness down so no prying eyes see anything" Ruby grabbed her phone off the table between the armchairs and found a photo in her camera roll to show Erin. "So here's one I took sneakily while he was playing on his Playstation with his mates". Ruby passed her phone to Erin. In the photo, Isaac was sat on their plush grey sofa with his feet resting on a foot stool and his legs crossed. He has a headset with microphone on his head and was holding a Playstation controller and was clearly deep in conversation with his teammates. He was also wearing a onesie covered in cartoon dinosaurs with an orange round neck collar and cuffs, complete with a thick nappy underneath, peeking out from the leg holes of the onesie. "If only his friends knew what he was wearing! Love the dinosaur onesie too it suits him!" Erin said as she passed the phone back to Ruby. "Oh yeah that's one of his favourites he wears that all the time. Here's one of us doing some clothes shopping in Primark" Ruby said as she passed the phone back to her. This was a very different photo. Isaac was stood in the centre of the photo in the men's clothing section of a quiet Primark megastore. He had a playful shocked expression as he held up the hem of his white t-shirt and washed green oversized hoodie up just above his belly button, exposing the top of his blue pullup that peeked above the waist of his brown cargo trousers. "Believe it or not he wanted to take that photo!" Ruby added. "Ha ha I love it, he's getting brave! So correct me if I'm wrong he wears big nappies when he's at home and those Drynites bedwetting pants for teenagers when you're out in public?" Erin asked as she passed the phone back. "Yep that's the current arrangement, it's easier for him as they are more discreet and easier for me as I can put some spares in my handbag. He knows not to completely soak or fill them when we're out, although to tell you the truth his control over his bladder is definitely getting weaker" Ruby admitted. After a few minutes, Isaac returned to the living room and once again Ruby reacted positively. He was now wearing one of his favourite nappies, an ABU Little Kings, after Ruby requested to see him in a bigger nappy. She once again surveyed him by getting a 360 view, and he could tell she was getting more into it. Ruby then asked him to sit next to her on the sofa, and as he did with a crinkle she hugged him and told him she loved him, and said she thinks this might work. She added there would be some stipulations and requirements from her, but he couldn't contain his gratitude and excitement for what the future held. Together, they deleted his Instagram profile and she asked him honestly if he had any profiles on any other social media platforms, and he conceded he also had a Bluesky one and after deleting that she told him to get changed and they could chat more about what the new aspect of their relationship looked like. "Oh god of course I didn't think of that! What about at night?" Erin enquired. "He wears his thickest ones at night, and yeah he wakes up a bit damp most of the time. Depending on the day I'll wait until after breakfast to change him as he's fairly regular, if you know what I mean" Ruby winked at her friend. "Eww you can spare me the details about that, I'd rather not have to know about your boyfriends smelly arse!" Erin said as she jokingly wafted her hand infront of her nose. "Don't worry I won't!" Ruby said much to Erin's relief. "Oh is that the time, I've got a lecture in an hour or so I better be heading off" she said as she looked at the clock above the counter behind them. "No worries I completely lost track of time! Shall we do a Saturday date next time? Maybe do a bit of shopping too?" Erin suggested as she stood up and zipped up her fleece to just below her chin. "That sounds lovely babe, I need some summer clothes!" Ruby replied as she grabbed her puffer jacket. "Tell you what, bring Isaac along. It's been ages since I've seen him" Erin added. "You sure?" Ruby asked. "Yeah, plus I want to see if I can tell what he's wearing under his trousers" Erin joked as they both hugged. "Cheeky! I'm sure he'll be up for it he really likes you. Thanks so much for being so open about this, you're such a good mate" Ruby said with a warm smile. "No problem, that's what friends are for!" Erin reciprocated the warm exchange. They walked out of the cafe together and said their goodbyes before going their separate ways. As she walked back along the promenade she thought about how much she was looking forward to seeing Erin again, but that was interrupted by the vibration of her phone and as she pulled it out of her pocket she could see she was getting a call from Isaac. "Hey baby, what's up? No I'm not coming back straight away I've got a lecture and then I'll be back so maybe a few hours, why? Don't worry your nappy can hold more than that. Just try and hold it for a bit longer okay baby. I'll be back soon, love you" Ruby ended the conversation and noticed how fussy Isaac was becoming, but she honestly didn't mind, in fact she actually really loved it.

Alice was a friend of my wife Jane and worked with my sister Cindy. She and her husband Arthur had just moved house when my wife took me round to meet them and I was introduced. Jane kept no secret that I was still in nappies but Alice just accepted me as I am and was soon making use of my handy man skills that I was happy to share. Alice and Arthur had 3 children, 2 boys 8 & 6 and a girl who was 4. All apparently bed wetters that Alice made no attempt to hide. In fact the daughter Bea was still in pull-ups during the day and a nappy for bed while the boys just got pull-ups for bed. All done very openly in an evening while we are sitting chatting and the kids are running up and down getting ready for bed. Jane had told Alice how I wear a normal baby nappy inside my Terry nappy and baby pants. This meant that I was able to do a quick change by pulling the baby nappy out and sliding a clean one back in. I was probably quite bulky like this but always wore a long T shirt to hide it. Alice even casually mentioned that there were clean nappies on the unit outside the bathroom if I wanted to change. Normal daggers from Jane when Alice mentioned this and Arthur just chuckling to himself but generally paying no attention. I did excuse myself to get changed and was pleased to find a pack of pampers size 6 exactly where Alice had mentioned. Wet nappy changed then balled up in a nappy sac, clean nappy on and back downstairs. A couple of weeks later and I was round on a weekday afternoon, claiming some time back from work. I had said that I would fit their TV on the wall and ended up having to first rewire a junction box in the extension. Alice was child minding for a 3 year old girl called Kayleigh who was fascinated watching me. I had been there a while and knew I needed to change when Alice came in. Sniffing the room she announced “ok which one of you two has filled their nappy?” Kayleigh now giggling and shy, Alice passed me a clean nappy, nappy sac and a pack of baby wipes. “I’ll do one, you do the other” as Kayleigh was lead away to the baby change. I took the opportunity to go upstairs and get changed too. I was really skinny at the time and the Pampers was long enough, it just would not quite reach round with the tapes. This meant that when I was bent over, the pampers would peek out the top of my trousers. Another couple of hours later and I’ve got the TV and speakers sorted, Kayleigh has been picked up and Alice has been out and picked up the kids coming home from school. We are out in the back garden and the kids are playing on the climbing frame. Bea is sticking to the baby side when Alice says “come on then Bea, let’s get that wet nappy off your bum” to which Bea started grumbling, “it’s ok honey, you can have another one” as Alice took Bea in to get changed. They emerged a few minutes later with Bea now having had her used pull-up changed for a pampers nappy that her school dress failed to hide. Alice then said to Bea “You ask him then” as Bea came over to me with a huge grin on her face “Gary, can you move my bed for me please, mommy can’t do it” “Come on then princess, let’s go and have a look”. Bea’s bed was a huge raised bed sitting a chest of drawers at each end. Bea wanted the bed moving against another wall for which there was enough space. I bent down and squeezed into the space in the middle of the drawers and was able to raise the bed on my back and move the bed. Bent double under the bed, I was aware that my T shirt had lifted and my trousers pulled down a bit. I even head Bea snigger as she realised what it is that she could see sticking out the top of my jeans at the back. I heard as Bea asked Alice “Has Gary got a nappy on his bum” “Yes just like you so hush” I climbed out from under the bed as they both said thanks and we went back downstairs and into the garden.

The Train Journey The young man boarded the train; it was only to journey to the next town, which would, with occasional station stops, take a little less than half an hour. All the seats were taken apart from one opposite a much older man but, as it was also a window seat, he took it before his chance to sit for the entire trip was taken by another passenger. He smoothly glided into his seat and caught the eye of his fellow passenger who nodded politely with the trace of a smile. They sat for a while until they both heard the whistle blow and the train slowly begin to leave the station. The older man smiled and nodded in acknowledgement to his follow traveller as it stuttered to a start and then slowly began to roll away from the platform. He’d noticed as the lad (for in his aged eyes that’s really what the young man looked like), the slight rustling sound as he sat down and the smooth bulky shape to his bum and crotch. The older man knew immediately that the nice young person opposite was wearing padding. The young man had brought nothing with him, not even ear-buds, to while away the time so interested himself in the view as the outside passed by. This gave the older man a little more time to scrutinise his much younger tripper. He noticed that the young man (boy in his book) looked, at a push, to be in his early twenties. His facial hair was bitty and not very consequential and spoiled an otherwise cute, blemish-free face. His hair was an untidy mop but suited him and had small hands with well-manicured fingers. He didn’t look particularly sporty, but that could have been because of the loose green fleece he was wearing, though his pale brown chinos tightened as he sat in place and displayed the sweet bulge at his padded crotch. A smile danced in the older man’s head as he began to think of starting a conversation with his journeyman (boy). He thought he’d be direct and hope for the best. “Excuse me young man,” the older man tried to get the lad’s attention. It took a couple of whispered starts before acknowledging he was being spoken to. His mother hadn’t brought him up to be an ignoramus or blank the older generation but he really just wanted his own thoughts for the journey. He was already out of his comfort zone wearing what he was wearing and although he was enjoying the feeling and his own bravery of being out and about in public, he was still a little apprehensive about the entire trip. This was his first time dressed as he was and it had taken a great deal of soul-searching and several attempts before he’d been brave enough to slip into something he’d wanted to do for ages. A new store was having its grand opening in the next town over and was offering a ‘special edition’ t-shirt to the first one hundred customers. It wasn’t that he was obsessed with t-shirts but had used the excuse to exit the house so his parents didn’t see what he was wearing, just in case they noticed something different. His nerves had been jangling from the moment he’d got up and decided that this was going to be the day. The pack of disposables he’d purchased online had arrived over a month ago but had still been too scared to wear them but... today was that day. Taping himself into the plasticky padding and feeling the warm hug as they’d tightened the material around him had been both wonderful but terrifying in case of discovery. He was lucky, no one saw, and to make sure no one did he wanted to exit the house as quickly as possible, sure that once he was away from his parents surveillance no one else would be aware. Anyway he was wearing what he was wearing now and was safely on his way to another town where no one knew him. He’d loved the feeling as he’d walked to the station and had enjoyed the sweet rustling sound that accompanied each stride. The full feeling between his legs had comforted him but still, anxiety was in his head and he hoped not to have to speak with anyone. But he was here now and wriggled a little uneasily as the man spoke. “Yes, hello, but tell me... do you wear a nappy for medical reasons or for fun?” The older man had spoken low but he hadn’t misheard him and blood rushed to his face. “I, errr, ummm...” Oh God, Oh God, Oh God - the young man thought but dare not speak. This was a mistake, he knew it would be and... The older man could see the lad had flushed bright crimson under his ‘innocent’ question. He also noticed him look around, maybe to try and find a way of escape or was he merely making sure no one else had heard the question. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to embarrass you... well... not much, “ the older man whispered his tease, “but I certainly wouldn’t want my little boy to be out on his own, he’d be under constant supervision from mummy or daddy.” The young man felt trapped. Caught like a deer in headlights he just couldn’t move. The older man had cut straight to the bone and knew... but how? “Don’t worry, the people around us aren’t listening or I would suspect be that bothered... surprisingly, people aren’t usually bothered but some little boys do get a little bit agitated when their secret is uncovered. I wouldn’t let that happen to my little boy that’s for sure.” The redness in the boy’s cheeks was beginning to fade although his breathing was a bit tight. “I just want to say I think it’s wonderful for a boy your age to venture out in your lovely padding.” He saw the boy swallow hard but still didn’t speak. “What is your favoured brand of nappy - fabric or disposable?” The boy wriggled uneasily. “I love to see any little one in lovely thick and colourful disposables like REARZ or CUDDLZ... you know the ones with all the little characters charging around; makes them look both cute and juvenile, which of course is exactly how it should be.” The older man seemed really at ease talking of such things. Despite this not only being a one way and awkward conversation the boy wondered how the man knew he was wearing a thick disposable with little baby bears wearing nappies frolicking around it. However, the man had more to say. “Do you wear plastic pants over them? I mean, personally I think it’s a very sensible precaution to take as you never know when the little one needs that little bit of extra help with leaks.” The older man chuckled slightly, “Yes slipping daddy’s, or mummy’s, little baby into his fresh morning nappy and pulling a nice bright and shiny slippery pair of vinyl pants over for added security would be a must.” By now the young man was caught up in what the older man was saying and although full of anxiety he was being held spellbound by what was being said. “I think a baby should be loved and looked after and that’s a twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week job. Their sweet little body should be kept smooth and hair-free and a nice big paci should always be available for when the little one frets or needs calming. Like now, with you.” He smiled a knowing smile. “Yes, it would be a privilege to keep the little one all clean and tidy, happily engaged in play and... well... let’s take this journey for instance.” He saw the boy opposite shimmy in his seat a little as if he was relaxing... even if only slightly. “Now a little boy of mine would have a big colouring book and some crayons to help pass the time as we travel to our destination. Seeing him sucking on his paci as he concentrated on making sure his crayons kept inside the guidelines... that would be a wonderful sight.” The boy was really quite stunned by the way this unexpected conversation was going and oddly enough he felt his boyhood begin to grow in the folds of his colourful disposable. He tried to inconspicuously wriggle to release it owing to being trapped and sticking down as it tried to rise up. However, there was no doubt about it, the old man seemed to know exactly what he’d dreamed of for some time now. “Of course,” a wrinkled smile caused his eyes to twinkle, “night time and any little baby should be wrapped in the comforting hug of a lovely thick and fleecy fabric nappy; one that soaks up and holds any and all of the little cuties night time accidents. However, that should all follow a lovely warm and comforting bubble bath where the little one could play with his toys and let mummy or daddy bathe and sponge him all nice and clean.” The boy opposite felt a throb behind his nappy. “Once all lovingly rubbed down in a lovely thick towel they’d be smothered in lotion and have their special baby parts all nicely powdered before being dressed for nice long sleepy-byes. Everything would be kept in place by a colourful onesie that fastens between their legs to hold the nappy firmly up and snugly against the sweet little thing.” About this time, as the train pulled into one of the local urban stations, the boy wished he had a paci. It was true he’d thought about getting one but was scared that his parents might find it and... well... he had the same fear about buying the disposable he was now wearing and that step had taken both a great deal of time and worry. But the man was still talking as folk got off and on the train, which then carried on to its next destination. “So then... plastic pants?” The man asked whilst nodding in the direction of the boy’s crotch. The young man sorrowfully shook his head “no” as if he felt guilty by such neglect. He still couldn’t speak but nor could he run away because this conversation had stirred up so many thoughts in his head... and crotch. He needed to relieve the pressure, and pain, his growing but scrunched-up penis was causing. He knew he was leaking and as such was grateful to his decision to wear padding but it was now getting awkward and uncomfortable in that area. “You seem a little uncomfortable...” it was as if the old man could read his mind, “please don’t be afraid of getting things rearranged... no boy should be uncomfortable when wearing his favourite nappy.” The boy looked around to see if there was anyone staring in their direction, thankfully, the coast was clear and was able to do a quick manipulation. What a relief - but now the curvy front bulge under his brown chinos was even more pronounced by the released stiff penis. “That’s what a lovely cosy nappy will do to a boy if he’s not under constant supervision.” He leant in closer to confide in the lad. “Sometimes, a boy needs to be protected from himself and a nice thick and tightly wrapped nappy, encased in thick rubber pants and wearing a sweet pair of restrictive mittens will keep him from being too grown up when all that self-touching is so unnecessary.” With the release of his bunched up penis he hadn’t realised his bladder was also calling for relief and he shot a stream of warm pee straight into the folds of his disposable. He tried to keep the look from his face but was unable to stop the flow, which of course the man opposite noticed. “Now, that should be under a daddy or mummy’s control. A little baby needs their protection, love and control to make sure they stay the sweet little thing they want to be. Maybe, what some boys and girls need is restricted access and firm control... maybe a bottom needs a spanking first to achieve this.” The older man looked him straight in the eye as if challenging the boy whose features unfortunately gave the game away. He saw the boy physically shake and knew that he’d just spurted a milky load into the front of his newly soaked nappy. The older man sat back and let the boy recuperate as the train began to slow down on its approach to yet another small urban station. “Well thank you young man for a most enjoyable chat. You’ve made this regular but boring journey special.” He got up and smiled his thanks then departed the scene. His seat was quickly taken by someone else, a lady in her fifties. Meanwhile, the boy still had another stop to go before he completed his journey, although in many ways, he already had. ####

Fri … I first met her when we were 18. Although she lived in my village, she had always gone to different schools. She did however go to the same village disco as me. She was tiny and I had seen her a couple of times at the disco but never spoke, that is until the Christmas fancy dress disco at the village Hall. I had rented a gorilla outfit as I thought it would be a good concealing costume for me. You see the thing is, I wear nappies most of the time, for comfort and confidence. My go to, at the time, were childsize Peaudouce Babyslips, they were big but not quite big enough to go round me. Always scared of leaking, I usually wore them in my underpants but better with a terry nappy and baby pants, then they did the job, quite literally. I had chosen the gorilla outfit as it seemed the least fitted outfit and knew that I could wear my nappy underneath with nobody knowing, In fact I only wore my terry nappy and baby pants with a disposable nappy inside and my T shirt under the costume, I was not planning on taking it off. Quite a bulky nappy under my normal clothes but I felt it was completely hidden under my costume. At the disco, there she was with her friend both dressed as babies. Her friend’s outfit was minimal, a babydoll nightie and a terry nappy pinned around her bottom, but she had gone to town though with a full on short baby dress over her bulky nappy finished with white knee length socks and buckled shoes and with both girls having their hair tied up in two ponytails and both of them with babies dummies hanging on ribbons around their necks. Julie was tiny and stood only about 4’6”and thin as a rake, I could well believe she was actually wearing a child’s dress I had been watching them dancing when they then came and sat by me and a couple of my mates. They were laughing at my costume and squealed when I took the costume head off as if that was the scary part, but we immediately got chatting. Her name was Julie and she was with her friend Jane. My friend Tim already knew Jane and they started chatting while I started chatting with Julie. She was also 18 years old, she went to a Catholic girls school but lived in the village. The music changed and we were all back on the dance floor together dancing, I was completely captivated by her and could not take my eyes of her. I’m sure she crinkled when she stood up, but it was probably my over-active imagination. By the end of the night when the slow dance music came on, we were together, I held her tight as we kissed and stepped round slowly together in our interpretation of a slow dance. I tried to let my hands slip down to her bum, but she slapped them away telling me “I’m not that type of girl” so we stood and ground our hips together. I was very aware that I was pressing my now wet nappy against her, but it was nappy to nappy with the way she was dressed. I walked them home that evening as they only lived a couple of streets away from the disco, dropping Jane off first, I then took Julie to her door and stood and kissed her once more. I let my hands slide down her back to the bottom of her dress, just feeling her terry nappy but my fingers kept exploring as we kissed, along the top of legs and the edge of her nappy, I felt something else under her nappy, padding. I felt smooth plastic, plastic baby pants padded out with another nappy against her skin, her actual nappy and not just the one on show as part of her fancy dress, she too was wearing a nappy and baby pants hidden under her costume. I just pressed myself harder against her thinking about this and kissed her more deeply before she went in and I went home. I knew my nappy was already wet but wet again walking home with everything being completely covered by my costume and the biggest grin on my face. Mom was still up when I went in “You look like you enjoyed yourself” she said as I entered the room “Yes, I met someone. Julie and her friend Jane were both dressed as babies, nappies dummies and everything” “Really, I bet you liked that” The thing here is that I’m sure Mom knew about my nappies, but it was never something we discussed. I kept my things hidden in the bottom of my wardrobe and I washed my nappies when I had a shower and dried them under my towel on my radiator. This meant that sometimes my nappies got a bit musty and rough but then all of a sudden, I would get home from being out all day at a weekend and they would be fresh and soft again, as if by magic.

Please Sir There was always a gentle, sweet aroma whenever Roy Glossop was nearby. It stood in stark contrast to the rest of the boys in his class, many of whom would douse themselves in harsh, overpowering deodorants in an attempt to appear more mature than their years. I often found myself wishing that boys of their age would simply dedicate more time to basic hygiene—a straightforward wash would go much further. The combination of adolescent hormones and sweat rarely results in a pleasant scent, and, for most lads of that age, their efforts to mask it only seem to make matters worse. Roy, however, was refreshingly different in this regard. I’m a teacher at Cannonthorpe Academy and Roy is just one of my Year 9 pupils. I’m singling out Roy because of what happened. I’m his House Master and as such I’m available to any boys in my House should they have a query or problem they wish to discuss. Roy, who is such a sweet, unassuming boy asked if we could speak in private so, at the mid-morning break, when the classroom had cleared, he stayed behind for a one-to-one. * This was his first term at Cannonthorpe because he transferred from another school after his parents died in a car accident and he’d come to live with an aunt in our town. I didn’t know what he was like before such trauma befell him but he was very quiet and always appeared well looked after. His clothes smart and pristine every day but there was no teenage arrogance to him. He was quite a good-looking boy with short, well-manicured hair, soft voice, which went with his soft features (which in all honesty made him look more like a Year 5 boy than Year 9). For a teenager, he was polite, well-spoken and had none of the bullish nature most other boys his age possessed trying their best to be as mature as possible. Although not the smallest boy in class, he was below average for his age. I hoped he wasn’t being bullied but kids can be awful to newcomers though I hadn’t noticed him looking worried around any of his classmates. I’m not sure if he’d quite settled in yet so wondered if that was what he wanted to chat about. I sat down in the quiet of the empty classroom and indicated he should sit but he stood by my desk, almost at attention as he tried to find the correct way to tell me what was on his mind. That rather sweet fragrance invading my space but not in the least unpleasantly. “Please Sir,” he started, “Erm, umm, I’m not sure how to start...” he looked a little anxious but determined. “Well take your time,” I paused but thought I’d try and help. “Is it something to do with school? Are you being picked on...” “No, no Sir, nothing like that. I like it here... it’s just, erm I’m not, er, well, look... it’s about my aunty.” He blurted out. I’ve been doing this job for over six years and although I don’t know everything, I hope that I have a reasonable rapport with the boys and can adjust my response accordingly. I nodded, quite relieved it wasn’t really about a problem in school but now aware this was something of a personal matter, recognised I had to listen rather than lead the conversation. I nodded for him to continue. Now he had my attention it took him a few beats to get his thoughts in order and I saw anxiety spread across his face as if unsure whether he should continue. “Sir,” as I say the boy is very polite and I wanted to give him the chance to get whatever it was off his chest. “Erm, my Aunty May, who I now live with, errrmmm, uuuummm, has me wear, ermm, nappies and speaks to me as if I was a toddler.” Although a slight sweat had broken out across his forehead he suddenly relaxed now he’d got that part of his problem out in the open. I tried not to react immediately because, in all honesty, I wasn’t sure what I needed to say. He nervously ran his hands over his grey school trousers and for the first time I noticed the slight rounded bulge at the front. It also put the sweet scent surrounding him in perspective – talcum powder. I nodded once again for him to continue if he wanted. He looked at me as if he was desperate for me to say something to acknowledge what he’d just said but I just tilted my head as if I needed more information. He seemed reluctant to add anything further so I had to take the lead. “Do you need to wear, erm, protection?” Although he’d used the word nappy I wasn’t sure if he wanted me to refer to his padding with that term. His blemish free face began to colour. “Since mum and dad’s accident I’ve wet the bed most nights.” He spoke in barely a whisper and I could see there were other things attached to this understandable trauma. “I can’t help it, honestly.” It was as if he was trying to justify he had a problem but added positively, “Aunty has been very good... taking me in and everything but I’m nearly fifteen and not a baby.” “Does she treat you as a baby?” I asked but desperately wanted to pull the poor lad in for a reassuring hug, which I thought would do him good but we’re told not to go down that route. “Well, I don’t know but she says things that I wouldn’t expect to be said at my age.” “Like what?” “Well, like she refers to meals, you know, breakfast is ‘breakie-wekie’ and dinner ‘din-dins’. Bedtime is ‘beddy-boos’...” which drew a smile from me but I could tell he was struggling with all this stuff, “and my PJs are my cute ‘jimmy-jams’” I was trying not to smile. This sweet boy, who I could quite easily see dressed in thick nappies and sweet kiddie pyjamas, looked like he actually belonged in such stuff... but he was still speaking, “...and she always calls me Sweetie-pie and makes me a hot malted drink at bedtime, which is actually lovely but... should she still be doing that?” He let out a huge deep breathe as though it had all been cooped up inside for some time and was now relieved it was out there. He gave a little shiver, which released another wave of fragrance and I couldn’t help feeling that his aunty was trying to make him feel safe rather than treating him as a baby. The thing is, I could more or less see why she treated him that way. He was very, very cute. I know I shouldn’t say that but I could almost see myself in his aunt’s position and desperately try and protect him from any further suffering. Oddly, I could also see why Roy was a little worried but I suppose, if the boy was wetting nightly... “Does she say anything about your wetting?” “Umm, no, she has never said anything bad to me about it, just that it was something we needed to deal with. From the very beginning, when I first arrived and I was still nervous, she just didn’t let it worry her. In fact, she was very supportive telling me that we’d sort it out together and not to feel bad. I mean, I wear a thick fabric nappy at night and a disposable to come to school in.” I nodded but was quite surprised at how he’d suddenly opened up revealing things I thought no kid would ever speak about. “Because I arrived home in a very wet disposable a few times and it leaked” He nervously ran his hand over the seat of his trousers. “Urmmm... she has insisted that I wear rubber pants as extra protection. She said that the rubber would save any embarrassing stains appearing on my trousers... so I thought she was thinking of what was right for me.” Now that he’d started opening up to me, I found myself wondering if he had confided in anyone else. I wasn’t really sure who his friends at school were, since most of the times I’d seen him, he was either alone or quietly reading. I was captivated by the boy’s openness, however, my eyes couldn’t help but look at the sweet-natured boy standing in front of me and think about the padding and wonder if he was wet. In just a few brief moments I pondered just what his disposable looked like – was it plain, pastel shades or with childish logos printed all over it. I swiftly realised I’d drifted off into another no go area and speedily got my thoughts back into what was being said by this rather brave boy. “Are you wet now?” As soon as the words were out I thought this was the wrong question. Though he didn’t seem to mind because he just shrugged and admitted to being a little bit damp. “Do you have a spare to change into?” As I was on that subject thought I’d better keep going and make sure the boy was comfortable. “Yes, aunty now packs a couple of spares with my lunch box...” “Do you want to go and change now. Do you need any help... I could ask the nurse if you... “No, no, no that’s not necessary. I can do it myself and will do if I feel the need.” “Okay, if you’re sure but, tell me,” I was a bit curious, “if it’s been going on for some time now... does your aunty make you feel guilty about any of this?” “No, she’s lovely and loving. I’m lucky that she’s taken me in but, well, is it normal?” That was the question – was it normal? It didn’t seem to be doing him any harm but it was on his mind enough to bring it up with me. Incidentally, no mention of him needing to wear protection had been brought up by either the Principal or the school nurse. I mean, as his House Master I’d expect to be informed of any such information but there again, perhaps they simply hadn’t been told either. It was something that should have been revealed but... All this was running around in my head whilst I tried to be considerate to just what the boy was telling me. I took a breath. “Are you OK? Do you need anything?” He looked relieved that he was able to speak about these things. “No Sir I’m fine and thank you for listening... but... do you think it’s OK?” I paused in my reply because though the question was basically ‘Is it OK?’ was that what he was really asking? He didn’t seem to be suffering, and all mentions of his aunt were very positive, so why bring it up? He was looking at me expecting some kind of answer. “Well, tell me, has your aunty got children of her own?” “Yes she has a family but her two sons are grown up and no longer live with her,” he smiled. “That was why she was able to take me in at short notice.” “Is there an uncle in the picture?” “No Sir, he died many years ago.” He smiled again at a memory. “She says that my coming to live with her was just the thing she needed to stay young as she had plenty of time and love to offer”. His tone when speaking about his aunt was always affirming, so was it just the terminology that preyed on his mind. “Tell me something Roy,” I gently suggested, “does what your aunty is saying and doing upset you... that much?” “Well, I know I need to wear a nappy at night and she was correct about me needing an extra layer of protection during the day...” “Yes but are you finding her insistence a problem?” “No Sir... it’s what I need.” “So you just want to know if it’s normal for a loving aunt to want to take care of her nephew who has had quite a traumatic time and surround him with love, affection and sensible protection?” I was a little more direct than I perhaps should have been. “Well Sir, when you put it like that, umm, I do sound a bit ungrateful don’t I?” I saw him look down for the first time avoiding my eyes. “Perhaps not ungrateful but simply not used to someone with such a different way of expressing her natural motherly instincts.” I was hoping my summation was helping a little but wasn’t sure. “Perhaps she simply sees you as a young lad who needs as much care and attention as she can offer and those childish phrases are there to help you feel loved and secure.” Again I wasn’t sure if I was making sense to the boy but it was pouring out whether I was right or not. However, unbidden, the image of him as a toddler entered my head, which was brought to the fore even more by what was happening. There was a slight change in Roy’s behaviour as he started to nervously rub the front of his trousers and I could tell the padding had expanded and given a much more rounded shape to his crotch. “Sorry Sir,” he looked flushed and more than a little embarrassed, “but I have, erm...” I knew what had occurred but he still went on. “Thank you for listening to my problems but I just feel like I’ve now let aunty down and that all she was doing was trying her best to...” Then the tears started and it was then that, despite all the training and manuals and school laws that said “NO”, I reached out and pulled him in for a hug. “Don’t worry any more. She’s doing her best and you don’t seem any the worse for it. In fact, I’d go as far as to say it is probably just what you need.” I heard him mumble against my chest “Like the nappies”. I had to smile at him trying his best to make light of such an emotional moment. He hugged me tighter and I found myself holding the boy’s bottom and feeling the thick padding under his trousers. It felt wonderful as I tried patting it to reassure him all was well. There was a slight rubbery texture to that action and couldn’t help thinking his aunt was a truly understanding woman. I had no idea about his Aunt May; I’d never met the lady. However, there would be opportunities at school events and I was looking forward to such an encounter. We held each other for longer than expected as he clung on, he did seem grateful for such masculine affection. The break was coming to an end and pretty soon the bell would go for the start of the next period. I tried to let him go but he was in no hurry move. “Thank you Sir,” he eventually added as he pulled away. I offered him a tissue from a box in my desk drawer, which he accepted and gave a fierce blow of the nose. “Are you going to be alright now?” “Yes I think so Sir...” “Do you need to go and change?” I enquired. “Yes but it will keep...” again he rubbed the rounded fabric that I could tell had expanded under his grey trousers, “these pants will make sure there’s no leak until lunch break.” “OK, if you’re sure.” “No Sir, thanks, I needed to speak and you’ve helped me put things in perspective. I’m reacting against someone who loves me and that’s a silly thing to do isn’t it Sir?” I nodded and his features brightened. A smile returned to his face as he said very quietly but I assumed was meant as a parting joke “S’pose I’ll have to get used to wearing my jimmy-jams.” The bell went and he thanked me once again before turning and waddling a little out of the classroom to his next lesson. * As the group for my next lesson began to troop in again I wondered if that was what all that was about. Was he worried or just seeking permission to wear a nappy. Had I in fact just given him that permission with my not so subtle pat on his padded bottom. Would I regret that action at some later date. I hoped not and that Roy was being as honest as I was. Did he simply want me to know what was going on and was he actually happy about it? When we hugged had he noticed something about me? Had he sought me out knowing, or maybe just hoping, that there was an older person who would understand that wearing a nappy wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. I hiked up my trousers and patted down my own comfortable TENA Slip Active Fit Ultima. “Now then class....” I paused for effect and to make sure the rowdier element had chance to settle down, “let’s open our books at Chapter 3 and who can tell me what the author meant by that opening sentence.” I looked around the bright young faces... none seemed as bright or as sweet as the young lad I’d just encountered. He’d made an impression on me so for the rest of the lesson I was wondering what style of disposable did he wear and was trying to remember if when we hugged, did he run his hands over the seat of my trousers and if he did???? The End

Hi everyone. This is my first story so please be kind in the comments Please note – this is a story of fiction and fantasy. The characters and plot are not related to any real-life events. Introduction Hi I’m Ryan and I’ve been curious about nappies for as long as I can remember. Every now and then I fantasise about wearing one. When my sister Alice was born, I would sneak into her nursery when it was empty and take out one of her nappies. I would stare at the cute teddy bear pictures and feel the soft padding on the inside but never dared try one on. As time went on, we both grew up and the baby stuff disappeared along with the nappies. I thought I would grow out of my obsession but little did I know, I was about to have a summer I would never forget. Chapter 1 – Old Memories It was the beginning of the summer holidays and at 14 years old, I was enjoying life with my Mum and 10-year-old sister Alice. My Dad was working away on business for the summer leaving me as the man of the house. Even though school had finished there was still work to do. My Mum had decided that since we were off school, it was time to empty out the attic and sell on any unwanted items. So together the three of us brought out every box we could carry into the living room. It was kind of exciting to see what was inside each box. Some had old games in them and others had pieces of antique jewellery. Then the next box was opened revealing old baby clothes and toys. ‘Aw I remember how cute you both looked in these’, said Mum holding up a little t-shirt with pictures of ducks on it. My sister rolled her eyes. ‘Awesome’, she replied sarcastically, ‘can we open another box yet?’ ‘You can open that one over there’, said Mum. She then pushed the baby box in my direction, ‘Ryan would you mind seeing what else is in there?’ I began to rummage through the box. My Mum had really held onto everything. More baby clothes, bottles and bibs, even some of our old dummies. But then my heart skipped a beat. Down at the bottom of the box was a stack of nappies. All of a sudden, my palms began to get sweaty and I felt my heart racing as I remembered studying these nappies every night in the nursery. ‘Everything ok Ryan?’, my Mum joked, ‘you looked like you’ve seen a ghost’. ‘Um yeah I’m fine I um just found um these old um’, I could barely get my words out. My Mum came over to have a look and smiled. ‘Oh look it’s your old nappies’, she exclaimed pulling one out of the box, ‘these used to be yours’, she said looking at my sister. My sister looked less than impressed, ‘why have you still got those?’ My Mum sighed, ‘you guys were just growing up so fast and I didn’t want to get rid of them. I even bought the biggest size they had as I’d hoped you’d be toilet training for a bit longer but you guys both proved me wrong’. ‘Well, you can get rid now’, replied my sister showing zero empathy. ‘I guess you’re right’, said Mum, ‘Ryan could you take this box upstairs to the spare room please?’ ‘Sure Mum’, I replied Now if my Mum had of asked my sister to take that box then things could have turned out very differently. As it turned out, I was about to seal my fate for the summer. Chapter 2 – Caught! I took the box of baby items upstairs and put them down in the spare bedroom. I turned away to head back downstairs when all of sudden my heart began racing again. I looked back at the box. I had a million thoughts going through my mind. Maybe I could just have one last look at the nappies, for old times’ sake. I walked back over to the box and rummaged back down to the bottom again pulling out one of the nappies. I examined the front and back of it. ‘Mum was right’, I thought, ‘they are pretty big…big enough to fit me?’ ‘No don’t be silly’, I instantly said to myself, ‘I can’t wear a nappy’. I continued staring at it. ‘But I guess no one would know’, I thought. My mind was racing faster than it had ever done before. Before I could talk myself out of it again, I immediately closed the door. Without skipping a beat, I pulled my shorts and underwear down to my ankles and opened up the nappy. Nervously I wrapped it around myself. It felt so soft and welcoming. I began taping it up. Granted it wasn’t the most secure thing in the world but it wasn’t as if I was an expert. Before I could enjoy the moment any longer, I heard my Mum. ‘Ryan are you ok honey? What’s taking so long?’ I panicked and quickly pulled my shorts back up and tucked my shirt in. I ran to the top of the stairs. ‘Sorry Mum I er just spilled a few things so I was just tidying up’, I replied trying to control my trembling voice. As I walked down the stairs, I could feel the nappy pressed tightly against my skin. It felt incredible as if I had achieved a lifelong dream. I strolled happily back into the living room. ‘Ah there you are Ryan’, said Mum, ‘could you have a look in that box please?’ ‘Sure thing Mum’, I happily replied. I sat there sifting through the box. It was some of my old school pictures from years ago. I smiled as I went through the pictures and began reliving some great memories. ‘This box is good to go Mum’, I smiled. ‘Ok honey can you take it upstairs please?’ replied Mum I stood up and bent over to pick up the box when all of a sudden, I heard sniggering. I turned around to see my sister giggling to herself. ‘What’s so funny?’, I asked confused. I looked at my Mum who looked even more confused. ‘Um…Ryan? Could you turn back around?’ she asked. I was puzzled, ‘er ok’. I turned around and my sisters giggling began getting louder. ‘What is so funny?’, I demanded. ‘Ryan?’, asked my Mum, ‘are you..um..wearing a nappy?’ My eyes opened wide in disbelief. How could they possibly know? ‘What do you mean?’, I asked back trying to sound as if I didn’t know what they were talking about. My Mum pointed to my bottom. As I turned my head around and looked down, I instantly saw what she meant. I had been in such a rush to pull my shorts up that I had accidentally tucked my t-shirt into the nappy leaving the top of it fully exposed. My sister couldn’t hold back anymore and burst into a fit of laughter. All I could do was stand there blushing. ‘Mum I can explain’, I desperately cried. My Mums face had gone from confusion to anger. ‘Upstairs right now young man’, she said in a stern voice. I reluctantly went back upstairs leaving the top of the nappy in full view of my Mum and sister. At this point I figured I was just going to get told off and that would be the end of it. Little did I know that my Mum had something much more extreme in mind. Chapter 3 – The Punishment I was led into the spare room and Mum closed the door behind me. I was beyond embarrassed and could hardly look her in the face. ‘What on earth are you doing Ryan?’, she asked furiously, ‘why are you wearing a nappy?’ I could barely get my words out as my eyes filled with tears. ‘I…I..I just wanted to know what they felt like’, I stammered. My Mum shook her head in disbelief. ‘Maybe I was wrong’, she replied, ‘maybe you haven’t grown up as fast as I thought you had’. ‘I’m really sorry’, I cried with tears now streaming down my face. ‘Lie down on the bed’, my Mum instructed. I did as I was told. She removed my shorts and underwear leaving my nappy fully exposed. All of a sudden, she began undoing the tapes of the nappy and pulled it away from me. It had been a while since my Mum had seen me naked down below and I suddenly felt very vulnerable. Then I noticed her getting another nappy out of the box that sat beside me. I was puzzled. ‘What are you doing?’, I asked. ‘Well’, replied my Mum, ‘if you really want to know what they feel like then I should put it on you properly’. With that my Mum slid a new nappy underneath me and then began rummaging through the box. The tears continued to pour down my face as I sobbed uncontrollably when suddenly I felt something go into my mouth. I couldn’t tell what it was but I immediately began to suck on it. ‘There that should keep baby quiet’, smiled Mum, ‘you always did enjoy sucking on your dummy’. My eyes widened. I couldn’t believe that I was now lying down, sucking on a dummy and waiting for my Mum to put a nappy on me. This was everything I’d dreamed of, but now that it was actually happening, all I could feel was embarrassment and shame. Before I could think too hard about the dummy, my Mum pulled out a bottle of baby powder from the box. ‘Now then let’s see if there’s anything left in here, shall we?’, said Mum as she opened up the baby powder and began pouring it onto my private parts. The smell of baby powder filled the air and it took me right back to being in my sister’s nursery all those years ago. My Mum then grabbed my ankles and lifted up my legs. ‘We mustn’t forget to sprinkle some powder on baby’s bottom’, she giggled, ‘we wouldn’t want you getting a rash now, would we?’ I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to answer her. Not that I could anyway as I continued sucking on the dummy. The nappy was then pulled up and fastened tightly. I had to admit that it felt a lot better this time around. My Mum had done a much better job compared to my amateurish attempt. ‘Right then Ry Ry’, said Mum. She hadn’t called me that in years. ‘Let’s head downstairs, shall we?’. I went to pick up my shorts but my hands were pushed away. ‘You can leave those there’, said Mum, ’I don’t think they would fit over that nappy anyway’. I went to take the dummy out of my mouth to complain but once again my hands were pushed away. ‘That can stay where it is’, smiled Mum, ‘it’ll help you calm down a little bit’. With that, she opened the door, grabbed my hand and led me downstairs. Due to the bulky nappy, I could feel myself waddling like a toddler as I walked. We began walking down the stairs and I suddenly saw my sister sat on the sofa. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped as her brain attempted to figure out what she was looking at. I guess I couldn’t blame her. It’s not every day you see your fourteen-year-old brother holding his mummy’s hand, wearing a nappy and sucking on a dummy. It must have been quite a sight. Alice didn’t know whether to be shocked, disgusted or just burst into a fit of laughter. Mum finally broke the silence. ‘It’s ok Alice’, assured Mum, ‘your brother wanted to wear a nappy so I thought it would be nice to give him the full baby experience’. I was curious as to what that meant. Thankfully Alice did the talking for me. ‘What do you mean the full baby experience’, she asked. Mum smiled, ‘listen closely because we are going to have a few new rules around here’. Looking back, I should have figured out what my Mum meant by that but I could never have imagined what she had instore for me…

You know what you've done It’s the twelfth day and twelve-year-old Robbie still hadn’t acknowledged why he was back in nappies. ~~~~ He’d woken up on that first day of Summer Break hoping for an exciting time with all his mates only to be greeted by his father looking grim and holding a bundle of stuff in his hand. “Okay Robert,” his dad was not angry but never one to brook too much nonsense. Standing at six feet tall and having a fairly muscular physique from his job as a builder he looked most imposing. “School may be over but you’ve got a lot to learn so... it’s back into nappies for you. Go and get a shower and come straight back and I’ll see to you.” Robbie bristled at the idea, as if he’d let that happen. Besides, what could he have possibly done to be returned to wearing a nappy? It had to be a joke, right? Perhaps he was dreaming and had yet to wake up properly because this was just silly. However, why would he be dreaming of such a thing it...? He found his voice when he realised this wasn’t a dream at all. “But dad... WHY... I haven’t wet the bed or anything?” Robbie grinned but looked suspiciously at what was in his father’s hands. “Why don’t you think about the ‘why’ whilst having a shower, but don’t take too long.” Dad indicated for him to get up and get moving. “Dad this isn’t going to happen, I’m not a kid and you can’t make me... I’m not a bloody baby,” he added insolently. “Strike one, our little boy thinks he can swear with impunity...” Robbie had no idea what that word meant, “but he’s going to find that there are loads of things he thought... but thought wrong. Now, do as you’re told because this is going to be your underwear until we decide otherwise.” “I don’t think so...” The cocksure defiance was there but he was wondering... “There you go again, thinking and has been recently discovered... not your best feature Robbie. Because of all the things you’ve been up to over the past few months, thinking no one would get to know about, have come home to roost. Don’t think for a second you’re getting out of this because sonny, you aren’t.” The seriousness and directness of his dad’s words made him uncertain. Unsure of what a twelve-year-old could do but, and this is what mattered, he was twelve years old and therefore had... oh... but... There was also that guilt... what exactly was it they knew about that would bring about such a weird punishment? “Shower... now.” Dad pointed towards the bathroom. “But dad...” Robbie reluctantly did as he was told, easing his four feet six inch body from under the warm covers and then padding hesitantly to the bathroom in his creased t-shirt and boxers’ sensing it wasn’t the time to argue. Although slightly smaller than the others he was confident - he was after all in the school’s first eleven football team, and more recently mixing with his new tough friends, thought himself a toughie. However, when called out like this his swagger and self-confidence dropped. He needed more information and time to corral his excuses and arguments. ~ All through showering he wondered what dad knew he’d done. His grades weren’t too bad, granted there was always room for improvement. Although the Headmaster’s final comments on his end of term report card said that he ‘...didn’t try and easily distracted. A noticeable decline in ability and respect’ also didn’t help. He couldn’t remember being rude or cheeky to his parents but of course such occasions are done without much thought. He and his mates hadn’t been caught doing anything that might be regarded as foolish or criminal (although that hadn’t stopped them from doing such stuff). Mind you, he didn’t want a complete investigation into what he and those mates had been up to, that would open a huge can of worms. Then there was one ‘biggie’ which he knew they better not know about otherwise his life would be ruined - and he wasn’t sure if that was an over or understatement. Was there a difference between being cheeky and downright disrespectful? To a lad his age it was all part of growing up and having opinions, attitude and actions that might not correspond to what others might agree as normal. He wasn’t that bothered what anyone else thought... only himself... and his mate’s. The ‘biggie’ was BIG and it weighed heavily now his parent’s said they knew what he’d been up to. His mates had said that no one would ever know so it was just between them but still, as he showered, the guilt cut through his body like a cold, cold knife. ~ Recently at school he’d been hanging around with a little gang who were dangerously close to being young hoodlums and whom he was desperate to impress. He’d somehow found himself in with this particular ‘in’ crowd with ‘attitude’ and liked the infamy by association that went with it. He adopted quite a bit of their style – the way they dressed, the way they spoke, the off-handedness in any conversation. They were lippy, disrespectful, rebellious and took anything not nailed down (and a few things that were). He didn’t come from their rough, tough background so had a lot to prove to fit in. So far, he thought he had but now his parents had pulled him up, he wasn’t so certain it had been that good a move. Although in their company Robbie saw himself as a rebel, and someone who thought for himself, the hardened, uncaring streak that his new mates possessed really wasn’t part of his character. In fact, despite his attempts at ‘fitting in’ with his new ‘friends’, it was safe to say that none of what they’d done sat easily on his conscience so more or less knew that eventually he’d be brought to book. But what specifically was it his dad knew and what was it that made him think in terms of ‘nappies’ as a penalty? Under the warm plumes of water, he chuntered to himself on how he would never wear a nappy, nor would he let his father fulfil his threat. Despite his absolute intention of not giving in he felt an unease creep into his head -something he’d never felt before. Well, it had but his mates told him to “...forget it ever happened” but it was a hard secret to keep. That secret, that thing, only he and ‘the gang’ knew about and which they’d laughed off as “...a great stunt” was hanging heavily but he dare not confess to it... ever. He was at a loss to know why his father would want to impose such a juvenile punishment – one that had been threatened but never pursued before. Well, not exactly being put back into nappies but not able to go anywhere, have an early curfew or allowance stopped. All these penalties had been threatened in the past but never applied. So why now AND what had caused this dramatic shift that his dad intended to carry it out? What the HELL did dad know? Well, he decided, whatever he knew, or thought he knew, he wasn’t going to wear a nappy and there was nothing dad could do to make him. Of that he was certain. ~ Returning from the bathroom drying himself but confused as to why there was so much stuff spread out on his bed and why had his t-shirt and shorts he’d just slept in disappeared whilst he took the shower? Not only that but the very serious look on his father’s face indicated that any further argument could well be a huge mistake. Still, he’d decided, he certainly wasn’t going to wear a nappy and that was final. After all he was twelve, and twelve year-olds don’t wear nappies. He may be a little smaller than some his age but on the football pitch he was a little terrier and one of the best players. He was fairly good-looking (or so his mum thought) with longish brown hair and brown eyes. Despite his veneer of confidence he approached his father with more than a little trepidation. He noticed the thick fabric squares (more than one) which was a bit scary, the clear plastic pants like those he remembered his toddler cousin used to wear when visiting (he didn’t remember the days as a child he also used to wear them). Additionally, arranged on his dresser were a large canister of baby powder and several tubs of ointment. This was not looking like a simple threat, but he was adamant - no nappies. “Dad, what is it I’m supposed to have done?” He implored as innocently as possible, though dreading his father knowing some of the things he (and his mates) had been up to. “‘Supposed to have done’ ah! Acting innocent, eh? Well, that won’t work.” His dad fluffed out one of the large squares of white fabric and began to fold it. “Dad this isn’t fair, if I don’t know what I’ve done I can’t...” “Oh Robbie, Robbie, Robbie... I think you know only too well why this is happening and you’ve no one but yourself to blame.” Robbie mentally tallied some of those things and then physically shivered at the more ‘suspect’ offences, wondering if those were also what his father now knew about. However, he figured, if he knew about all of them, and the big one, he doubted if having to wear a nappy for a couple of days would be his punishment it would be much worse. Not knowing was making him less sure and put him at a huge disadvantage. He began to feel vulnerable, especially as his dad was looking more and more determined. “Dad this isn’t fair,” he was being as firm as he could, “I’m too old to wear a nappy and I’m not going to.” At least he was confident about that. “Really,” his dad looked a bit more than pissed off at his son’s denial, “well we can visit other, more embarrassing, public punishments if you wish. I don’t think you’ll like them, and, in the end, you’d still end up wearing a nappy... but if you insist.” The nappy was now folded, and his father indicated for him to lie out. “It’s up to you Robert, last chance, this now or something less easy, well for you anyway...” He’d never felt intimidated by his father before but there was something in his attitude that implied ‘mess with me at your peril’. He tried to ignore it but the thing was... a guilty conscience (in fact a very guilty conscience) was getting the better of Robbie - he was uncertain. He knew he should be making a huge scene and storming off or swearing like his mates and demanding the independence any twelve-year-old deserved and to stop being treated as a child. But he was caught off-guard - what might be ‘less easy?’ but when he thought about it, he and the gang had done some terrible stuff. The threat got the boy’s attention. His mind was full of appalling possibilities. He’d heard that some of his new friend’s parents weren’t afraid to take a belt to their wayward offspring and the idea of having a fiercely whipped arse had no appeal whatsoever. He dreaded pain, the few times growing up he’d been physically hurt made sure he stayed away from any confrontation where violence might happen. Even being in the gang he always maintained a distance between them and him... just in case. However, his mind conjured up a terrible situation. THWACK! (it was as if he could feel it) on his vulnerable bottom scared the hell out of him, not that his parents had ever said they’d do such a thing BUT, as his father was hinting, there’d be worse – public punishments - so that possibility flitted into his head and fuelled his worst case scenario. Some of the gang had intimated that physical punishment was almost a daily occurrence in their household and no amount of anti-smacking laws would change their parent’s attitude to discipline, even if it didn’t work. One lad had told him quite openly that his father had taken the belt to him after a visit from the police and he had to sit painfully at the dinner table on a hard chair as the family ate their meal. He’d shrugged when his mates told him what his dad had done was illegal, his reply, so was what he’d done so...? ~ Thoughts of rebellion, of simply refusing, of acting out and not giving a damn rippled through his mind. He was twelve and, as he kept saying to himself, twelve-year-old's do NOT wear nappies or get put in them either. This hadn’t happened to any of his friends, so he was certain it wasn’t going to happen to him. But a chilling other thought entered his head – what if it happened to his mates all the time, except, he didn’t know about it? ‘THWACK’ that thought triggered a fear he didn’t know he had. A catalogue of harsh and terrible punishments filled his brain and made him shudder in indecision. How could he rebel or even argue if that kind of violence was delivered to his bare bottom. What if, once delivered it became a regular event? What if...? However, he was sure if any of his mates had suffered from any embarrassing punishments he’d know about it. BUT, what if, they were so ashamed it was something no one ever talked about? Being strapped was something you could talk about but being forced to wear a nappy, well, that was just too weird and embarrassing. What if there were loads of kids, teenage kids, being made to wear some form of padding as an alternative to receiving a beating and it was simply something that no one ever spoke about? It was as if some strange influence had got into his head and all he could mentally experience was the pain that people were inflicting on him. In his imagination it wasn’t just his parents, in fact they were not to be seen, but stranger after stranger piling in and walloping him for having done what he’d done. Aarrggg, it was all too much. Robbie needed to get rid of these scary thoughts, but how? ~ His recent truculent nature was suddenly suffering from uncertainty and for the first time in quite some time Robbie was at a loss of what to do. He knew he should be making a scene, denying everything, call his parent’s names and swear the house down, except he didn’t, he was conflicted. The part that knew he’d done wrong, even if he wasn’t sure which ‘wrong’ they knew about - was edging over the part demanding he fight back. Basically, he was a good boy gone rogue, but now he was held to account, the roguish element was undeniably slipping away. What if... yes, again, what if...? The idea that there was a secret world of punishment going on where everyone involved was so ashamed of mentioning it - it had become THE way of dealing with disrespectful, out-of-control and threatening youths. Although this thought didn’t make much sense it was now imbedded in his brain and had somehow settled as an actual punishment that happened, and worse still, happen to him. Psychologically he could see the swish of the belt through the air and the sickening ‘THWACK’ as it met its target. He could hear his screams; he could feel his pain - he definitely didn’t want that to happen to him. But would a nappy be better than the strap? Would it be more effective than actual physical punishment? He was sure no kid his age would admit to such a thing... thus ensuring the secret would remain just that... a secret. He trembled at the thought, the revolt, was this something he’d be able to rebel against? His parents were ‘nice’ people, surely, they wouldn’t want to embarrass him but still, if they not only insisted but the penalties for not doing so were worse, would it then be the secret all threatened teens kept... including him? SWISH, THWACK - “Ooooowwwww” His desperate cry of sudden and direct pain may have been bouncing about in his head, but the reality now seemed an option. He was nervously sweating - not just at this possibility but the ensuing probability. ~ Robert stood there thinking just what he had done and dad knew about that he could apologise for and escape this ridiculous childish sentence. For the first time ever he felt intimidated by his father. He was in comparison quite small for his age but until that moment had never thought about it. However, at that moment, he felt tiny and timid. He tried to continue to dry himself to delay whatever was about to happen. Try as he might he couldn’t think of anything, well anything he would openly confess to. There was ‘cheeking’ Mrs Oldershaw. There was a chance he knew about bunking off the last couple of periods at school but thought that wasn’t much of a crime. His part in a bit of schoolboy bullying, which didn’t sit well with him but nonetheless he’d been there. Then of course it was possible that the incident in the shop in town might have reached dad’s ears. That was where he and his mates wandered in and whilst the cashier was kept busy, he and a chum helped themselves to various snacks and booze (and this hadn’t been the first time or the first shop to receive the gang’s attention). However, he’d never admit to that, unless they had CCTV and could prove it. When he thought about it there were quite a number of ‘little’ things that his father could be angry about but until he had a better idea perhaps wearing a nappy for a day or two might be the easiest way out of whatever trouble he was in. The main thing was, as long as they didn’t know about his serious ‘crime’, which he hoped to take to the grave, then all might just be forgotten. He suddenly decided it was a no-brainer, if he was going to be punished harshly AND still end up wearing a nappy, then he might as well jump straight to that and avoid any painful attention. “Okay,” seeing this as a possible way out he reluctantly agreed. “Very sensible, now, let’s get these on you,” he held up the white fabric triangle, “and then the... hmmmm... on second thoughts... Claire... can you come in here please?” “Yes dear,” his wife appeared at the bedroom door carrying what looked like a supply of new towels. Robbie was confused as to why mum would be just hanging around his bedroom like that. “Do I need to put extra padding in?” Dad looked a little confused at the extra items that were next to the fabric squares on the bed. “Of course love, but don’t forget the barrier cream first, make it thick and sure it’s spread everywhere, we don’t want our Robbie to get a rash now do we?” She smiled benevolently at her son. “Yes, well I had that covered...” her hubby said a bit annoyed because he hadn’t asked for that instruction. Robbie lay there, towel in hand and all but naked wondering why they were arguing over this but of course they weren’t. This was more ‘theatre’ for his benefit. They were making sure he knew this was a huge deal that they were taking seriously. So, although he was being punished for his misdemeanours, they were still going to take good care of him. Mum busied herself clearing out his underwear drawer, bagging up underpants, boxers and trunks and replacing those items with this fresh ‘laundry’. She then dug deep into another bag and pushed unopened packs of plastic pants in beside the pile of new fleecy terry nappies. Finally, she pulled nappy pins from her pocket and left them in a little dish next to the baby powder. Her boy was going to be well-cared for, the pins had white plastic ducky safety covers. She then looked on in a supervisory capacity as hubby started the nappying process. Meanwhile, a nervous and confused Robbie turned beet red under scrutiny from both parents. It was scary that they seemed to think this was perfectly acceptable behaviour. “You’ll need to use a booster pad and nappy liner before you pin it all together, it will make cleaning him up after any little accidents that much easier.” Claire added as she passed her hubby the items and a couple of safety pins. “WHAT?” Robbie all but screamed and clamping a hand over his naked genitals. “What, what?” his dad replied as he smacked his hand away, whilst inserting the things his wife had just suggested and pulling the multi-layered fabric up between the boy’s legs. “I’m not going to shit in a nappy... I... errrrr....” His dad gave him a second quick slap to his naked thigh “Language Robert, I’ll not tell you again.” Although the slaps didn’t hurt there seemed to be a warning that had to be taken seriously. Was this just the start of a much more violent regime? It scared him to think that might be the case. However, the material felt really thick as it was pulled up and left him unsure if he’d be able to cope with such an item wrapped around his genitals. Despite a half-hearted struggle dad pinned the thick, soft fabric tightly around his son’s wriggling waist. “Dad please,” he begged, “I can’t be seen wearing a nappy I’m a grown...” “Of course, you can sweetheart” Mum intervened as she saw the first tears begin to form in the corner of his eyes. “You’ll be wearing one from now on or until we see a huge improvement in your behaviour and an actual understanding of what you’ve been up to... and more especially... why we think this is necessary.” Her smile was benign but firm as she admired her hubby’s work. Her voice was soothing even if the message was chilling. Meanwhile, she flapped out a pair of smooth, clear plastic pants. ~ Mr and Mrs Davison had decided that their only son Robert (Robbie) was at an age where hormones and attitude kick in. They knew he was becoming, well, a teenager, but there’d been a very noticeable deterioration in his behaviour both at home and in school for almost a year. They knew he was part of a group that had been ‘disruptive’ in class and no doubt had been equally annoying at all other times. They suspected he’d been up to all manner of stupid, possibly illicit and undoubtedly antisocial activities... even if they didn’t know exactly what all of them were. Twelve years old and at that age, when a firm hand can be easily swatted away, where a parent’s authority has begun to diminish greatly and a time where his friends and what they say (and incite) matter more than anything else, meant something needed to be done. It is most parents worry that their offspring might go down a road of wrong choices: criminal, anti-social or any manner of other unacceptable activities. Thomas and Claire Davison were determined that if they got in first, made him guilty about what he thought they might know, then they stood a chance of keeping their son as they wanted him. “Keep him guessing,” that had been the idea, to not agree or disclose exactly what it was they knew. That way, and hoping they knew their son, he’d be on the defensive, anxious and, they hoped, so unsettled that he would comply, albeit reluctantly, to their decisions. Up until relatively recently Robert had always been a good boy, not perfect, but good. However, reports from school, neighbours and homelife (attitude) had seen a complete turnabout that had made him become – unpleasant. This was a side that Claire in particular didn’t want to see develop, so, with the agreement of hubby, set about coming up with something that would change him back to the likeable little scamp he used to be. Of course, they ran the risk that whatever they said or did might rebound but thought, for the sake of their only son, they had to try. Although they’d planned their action, it was still an ad hoc situation as they didn’t know what reaction they’d get. They had no idea that the spontaneous threat of ‘something worse’ had already had such an effect so he was at present cowed and scared of speaking up too much. As their action continued Robert’s worry about this warning and what he had done became a bonus (although they were unaware of it), to keep him where they wanted him - nervous of terrible (but undisclosed) retribution. Once the course of action was decided, they hoped that guilt, terror of discovery and an agenda where all choices were made for him (but in a caring, loving way) made his involvement unequivocal. Any time he questioned them about why they were doing this they simply put it back to him that he knew why and until he recognised and admitted his own complicity in this punishment then the penalty would continue. This was infuriating for him because he had no idea exactly what it all meant apart from the fact, he would be wearing a nappy for a while. How or why taking him back to wearing a nappy had come up in discussions neither was sure. Maybe Claire had read an article about kids not acting their age and this had been deemed a suitable punishment. However, even if she hadn’t read about such a reaction, she fondly remembered those happy nappy times when he was a toddler, that idea stuck so thought it worth a try. They also believed that by being supportive of his nappy wearing, just as they were when a child, and praising him each time he used it, they could convince him it was less of a punishment and simply a reminder. ~ Mastigophobia: irrational fear of punishment. No one knew the word, no one knew where this sensible phobia had come from, but it had taken up residency in Robbie’s subconscious. The nappy, though appalling for a lad his age, was at least bearable... well maybe. ~ tbc ~

These are the first two parts of a brand new and long running story I’ve been working on, which is probably my most ambitious yet! I’ve written quite a few chapters ahead on this one so should be able to regularly add to it. Please send me feedback if you’d like! ——————— Chapter 1 “Who’s ready for a game of truth or dare?” Freya said as she sat on the sofa holding a bottle of cranberry flavoured vodka. Luke was the first to join her as he sat on the other side of the coffee table in a cheap ikea armchair. The final two housemates, Archie and Lottie, soon joined and sat around the table. The four were all in their third year of university and thanks to their generational wealth and posh families from the country, they had managed to afford to rent a terraced house only a 10 minute walk away from the university campus. Archie and Freya were studying psychology, Lottie mathematics and Luke was studying law. The house wasn't the cleanest but it was extremely convenient and the four of them loved living together. While they all had different interests and personalities, there was something they all loved doing together; drinking. They loved the social aspect of university and together they’d hit the town and enjoy being young at least a few nights a week. They all acted differently while drunk and seemed to enjoy eachothers company even more when they had a drink or two. After going clubbing or hitting the local bars and pubs, they’d usually come home and continue the night with some drinking games, and tonight was no different. They were super drunk, but were relaxed enough to play a game or two. “I’ll start by asking Lottie, and then we’ll go round the table clockwise? Sound good?” Archie suggested. They all nodded in agreement and the game begun. If any of them refused to answer a truth or take a dare, they’d have to drink a shot. The game started relatively tame but started to get increasingly risky and revealing. Luke didn’t want to admit it but he hated this game, and ensured that he was drunk enough to sit through it and take anything he was asked to share or do. “Luke. Truth or dare?” Freya asked him as he felt 3 sets of eyes on him. “Ummm, truth I guess?” Luke replied. “Okay, let me think. Hmmmm?” Freya said as she pulled up her drop top so it was positioned correctly. “I’ve got one! When was the last time you pissed your pants?” Freya asked. The room was shocked. “What the fuck Freya?” Lottie said jokingly. “What? Loads of people piss themselves when they are drunk, I was just wondering if it had ever happened to Luke?” Freya justified her question. Luke just looked around at everyone as if he was expected to answer. He considered just taking the drink but he was really drunk and he felt like one more drink could be the tipping point for him. “Bit of a weird question Freya but okay here we go. When I was in year 7 I forgot to go to the toilet before walking home and didn’t make it, I pissed myself about 5 minutes from the front door” Luke blurted out, immediately going red. “Hahahaha!” Freya burst out laughing, with Archie and Lottie both failing to hold back giggles. “Did your mum and dad see it when you got home?” Archie asked. “Ummm no, they weren’t home so I quickly washed my pants and trousers as soon as I got home” Luke explained. “That’s so embarrasssing haha” Freya kept laughing. “Okay I said the truth, Lottie your next” Luke said as he tried to move the game on. “Oooooooh sorry ‘Mr Pants Wetter’!” Freya teased. Luke just gave her a pointed look of annoyance and asked Lottie the question. The game continued for another 10 or 15 minutes until it was nearly midnight and it had devolved into a double shot situation and everyone was pretty intoxicated. It was once again Freya’s turn to ask Luke. “Truth or dare?” Freya asked. “Dare” Luke quickly replied, staring Freya down. There was silence as Freya stared at Luke with a devilish grin. “I dare you to piss your pants” she said confidently. Everyone sat in silence for a few seconds processing what Freya had just asked Luke to do. “Fuck off Freya” Luke replied dismissing her request. “Take a drink then, or are you too much of a chicken?” Freya teased. “I’m not even going to drink, that’s a stupid dare” Luke replied. “Luke you know the rules come on mate” Archie said. “Yeah take the drink, unless you’d rather do the dare?” Lottie piled in. “Luke it’s the game and you know the rules. Either you wet yourself, drink a double shot or I’ll share that photo of you snogging that girl in the club from last week!” Freya said. “Hey that’s not fair!” Luke said. “You won’t do it, your a chicken! Bwack bwack bwack!” Freya teased him further making chicken noises. Luke was so drunk he couldn’t think straight and with all the noise around him his head was spinning. He knew he couldn’t physically drink any more alcohol without throwing up and he couldn’t risk the said photo being shared as it would be the end of his life. He only saw one option. As the chicken noises continued he felt more and more aggrieved and suddenly he stood up. “Fine Freya have it your way, but I’m not a chicken!” Luke said as he separated his legs slightly and held up the front of his oversized grey t-shirt so the crotch of his baggy blue jeans were visible to everyone. Luke then shut his eyes and pushed his bladder, and after a few seconds he could feel the front of his pants warm up as liquid began to trickle down his leg and create a huge visible wet patch and streaks on the inside of his legs. A puddle began to form underneath his feet. “Oh. My. God. Luke you actually pissed your pants” Freya said as the room fell silent. “Happy now? You happy Freya?” Luke shouted as his anger grew. “Games over. All of you fuck off”. They all quickly left the room and went to their bedrooms as Luke stood still and looked down at his now soaked jeans. Was it his drunken state or short temper that made him do it? He didn’t stop to wonder as he took off his jeans and soaked boxers and grabbed a towel from the laundry room as he got to work cleaning up. He then threw the clothes in the washing machine and went upstairs for a quick shower before heading to bed, his head spinning. Luke woke up the next morning with an intense headache, a telltale sign of a hangover form him. He sat up and grabbed the packet of paracetamol on his bedside table and took it with a huge sip of water. As he stared into space waiting for the meds to take affect, he couldn’t help but think about last night. He remembered the feeling of releasing his pee into his pants and he deeply regretted what he did. Why didn’t he just take the shot and throw up, it would have been less embarrassing. Although that wasn’t his biggest worry, that was the niggling thought in the back of his head that he didn’t actually mind the initial feeling of wetting himself, it almost felt warm and comforting. He quickly shook his head to snap out of it as he felt himself stiffening in his pants. He decided to get up and grab a cup of coffee from the kitchen. As he entered the kitchen he was met by Freya, who was stood by the kitchen counter nursing her coffee. They briefly made eye contact before Luke went to the fridge to grab the milk, then a mug and then walked closer as he lunged for the cafetière. “Umm Luke. I just wanted to say I’m sorry about last night. I was bang out of order and I shouldn’t have gone for you like that” Freya said apologetically. “Thanks. It’s okay” Luke replied quietly. “No I’m serious I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I embarrassed you and I promise I won’t mention it again. I’ll speak to Archie and Lottie too and I’ll make them forget the whole evening. It’s my fault” Freya begged for forgiveness. “Look I said it’s okay, just drop it please?” Luke said as he finished making his coffee and went back to his room. Freya just watched him leave in silence. She then pulled out her phone and started texting both Archie and Lottie. Hey Lot, I just spoke to Luke and I promised him we won’t talk about what happened last night as I’m really ashamed how I made him feel. Promise me you won’t bring it up? Freya xxx Lottie was just finishing getting dressed as she heard a long from her phone. She looked at herself in the mirror and gave her outfit of some dark grey skinny jeans, a white vest and a chequered green and red shirt undone at the front a nod of approval. Her frizzy hair was tidied with a messy ponytail and her glasses straightened. She was a typical nerdy student and many people were confused how her and Freya, a more glamorous girly girl were such good friends. She picked up her phone and read the text from Freya, and it instantly brought her memory back from last night and how it made her feel watching Luke openly wet himself in front her her and the others. The thin hairs on her arms stood to attention as she closed her eyes and remembered the event, the sight of seeing the wet patch form on the front on Luke’s jeans. She wouldn’t admit to anyone, but it turned her on. She was very shy with her feelings but she did have a secret she’d never told anyone else. She had always been excited at the prospect of dominating someone and treating them like a baby. She didn’t know where it came from, but it’s always been her wildest fantasy and she regularly reads fan fiction online and reads about relationships between people where the woman forces the man to do degrading things and be treated like an infant. The sight of Luke wetting himself brought that all to a head and she had been awake all night about whether she should approach Luke about what happened. She was really conflicted. She replied to her friend: It’s okay I won’t say anything. I promise. Lot xxx Lottie looked at the time on her phone and realised it was time to leave as she had a lecture in half an hour. She quickly brushed her teeth and headed downstairs to put her trainers on and head out. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she nearly clattered into Luke as he picked up his bag next to the shoe rack. “Oh hey Luke. I was just going to my lecture do you want to walk there with me?” Lottie asked. “Yeah okay, I was just heading out too” Luke replied. They both were out the door in a few minutes and were heading to the campus just down the road. Lottie admired Luke’s outfit which consisted of a baggy brown hoodie and some grey joggers. She hated to admit it but she had a very small crush on Luke. “My head is still pounding from last night! How do you feel?” Lottie asked. “I feel okay, just a bit tired really” Luke responded as they strolled down the residential street their house was on. “Look Luke I know you don’t want to talk about it but I promise I won’t take the piss out of you for what happened during truth or dare. It’s okay” Lottie said softly. “I don’t want to talk about it” Luke shut down. “Sorry, sorry. I just wanted to ask you, how did it feel?” Lottie asked. Luke stopped in his tracks and looked at Lottie confused at her question. Why would she ask that? Why would she want to know how it made him feel to wet himself in front of his three best friends? “What the fuck Lottie?” Luke said angrily as he walked off leaving Lottie behind. Lottie could only stand still and watch him walk away, disappointed at how he’d reacted and deeply regretting probing him further. Chapter 2 Luke couldn’t concentrate in his lecture. His mind kept wandering back to his brief conversation with Lottie and the question she asked. ‘How did it feel?’. He didn’t know what she meant, did she mean how it physically felt or how it made him feel emotionally. Even if he did answer, he himself was conflicted as he knew somewhere in his head he had a weird feeling of enjoyment from it. As much as he tried to forget the whole incident, he just couldn’t. As another half an hour in his lecture went by he decided to get out his phone and begin texting. Hey. I’m sorry about shouting at you earlier. Do you want to meet for a coffee at lunch? Starbucks in town at 1pm? Luke Lottie’s phone vibrated in her pocket as she walked out of the lecture theatre on the other side of campus. As she read Luke’s text she couldn’t help by smirk and she was intrigued by what he wanted to say over coffee. She replied: It’s okay I understand. Sure I’ll be there. Lottie xxx She put her phone back in her pocket and headed into town ready for her coffee with Luke. She began to run over in her head what she was going to say and tried to theorise what his responses would be, but she realised she was really heading into the unknown and needed to prepare to either put all her cards on the table or hold them close to her chest. Luke checked his watch and could see it was nearly 1pm as he approached the front door to Starbucks. As he opened the door and the warm air hit his face, he could see Lottie sat near the back of the cafe with her laptop open on the table and a large latte positioned next to it. They both waved at eachother as Luke ordered himself a hot chocolate and waited for it to be prepared by the barista. “Hey Luke, good morning lecture?” Lottie said as Luke joined her at her table. Luckily it was a quiet day so no one was sat near them. “Ummm just a boring one about litigations and stuff, I’ll spare you the details. How about you?” Luke replied as he spooned the whipped cream off his hot chocolate. “It was good but nothing really to report about” Lottie said as she closed the screen of her laptop. “I’m sorry I shouted at you earlier, I wanted to meet to apologise in person because it wasn’t fair” Luke grovelled. “Hey it’s fine, I’m sorry I brought up the whole game I shouldn’t have” Lottie said. Luke thought about what he would say next. After a few seconds contemplating he went for the riskier option in his head. “I also wanted to ask. What did you mean by your question?” Luke asked. “Ohhh ummm, I don’t know really. I’ve just never seen anyone do that before and I was just curious as to what it felt like I don’t know why” Lottie scrambled for an answer. “I don’t really know how to answer that, I don’t know what to say” Luke said quietly. “Say no more, I’ll drop it I promise” Lottie cut him off. There was a moment of awkward silence as they looked away from eachother trying their best not to make eye contact. “It felt… it felt weird. Like my whole lower body warmed up” Luke whispered. “Oh okay. Wow” Lottie replied, shocked that Luke hadn’t moved on the conversation. “I hated the wet feeling. But for a few seconds, it kind of felt… nice” Luke paused before saying that last word. Luke had always liked Lottie the most out of his small friendship group. While he got on really well with Archie and Freya, they were both a lot more outgoing and well, popular. Lottie was more quiet, reserved and calculating and he definitely related to that more. He sometimes wished he spent more time with her because they had so much more in common. “Really? It’s okay to feel like that” Lottie said as she reached across and put her hand on top of his. “Thanks. I’m really confused by the whole thing and I’m super embarrassed” Luke admitted. “It’s okay I’m your friend and you can talk to me. Do you know why I asked you that question earlier? Not going to lie I thought it was pretty hot” Lottie went for it. “Really?” Luke perked up. “Yeah it was. The vulnerability of it, the confidence to just stand up and do it in front of everyone. That’s hot” Lottie admitted. “Oh I see. It did feel pretty good to just let go I was bursting for the loo” Luke replied. “You don’t think I’m weird do you? Like I doubt many people would actually wet themselves just because someone asked them to in a game of truth or dare?” Luke said, criticising himself. “You don’t need to be ashamed of yourself and no I don’t think your weird at all. If you want to talk about it more please just ask me, it can be our secret yeah?” Lottie said comforting him. “I’ve got lots of studying to do so I’ll see you back at home. Bye Luke”. With that Lottie left and Luke was just sat at the table in shock and completely unsure on what to think. From that conversation he took away the fact that Lottie enjoyed watching him wet himself and thought it was hot. He began to feel less ashamed and thought more deeper about what he did last night. The rest of the afternoon went quickly and before she knew it Lottie was back home and in her room reading her favourite romance novel. She heard some noises and talking outside her door and got up and opened it. “Oh hey Lottie, me and Freya were talking about going down the pub for a few if you wanted to join?” Archie asked as he put on his brown leather jacket. “Nah you’re alright, I’m going to use tonight as recovery from the last week I feel so tired” Lottie rejected. “Fairs. Luke’s being boring too and staying in. You ready Freya?” Archie shouted as Freya opened her bedroom door. “Coming!” Lottie heard as Freya rushed out wearing a short black dress and a green cardigan paired with a darker green scarf. “Have a good time” Lottie said as she closed her door again. She then put down her book and began pacing up and down in her room with the knowledge that she was alone in the house with Luke. What was she going to do? Was she going to drop it or would she keep hammering home the fact she enjoyed watching him wet his pants? After a bit of time in her room she decided to go downstairs and have something easy for dinner. She went downstairs and walked past the living room, and saw Luke sat on the sofa watching the news with a bowl of pasta. She quickly went past leaving him alone and decided to make some food instead. Once she had prepared a bowl of microwave noodles she grabbed two bottles of beer from the fridge and joined Luke in the living room. “What’s going on in the news then?” Lottie asked as she sat confidently on the armchair next to the sofa. “Oh not much. Looks like the government are trying to raise income tax again” Luke said. “Bastards! Want a beer?” Lottie said as she held out a bottle. “Go on then, only one” Luke said as he took the beer and cracked it open with the bottle opener on the table. One beer turned into two, turned into three, and then the bottle of wine came out. Lottie and Luke chatted about all sorts for a good few hours. Whether it was their degrees, the news, their housemates, anything. It was the first time in a while they could talk one-to-one and they were both really enjoying their own company. In the middle of a conversation about the future after they completed their degrees, Luke felt a twinge in his bladder. The beer and wine he’d been drinking had reached his bladder and he knew within a few minutes he’d be needing the toilet. Out of politeness he held on for a few more minutes, but he was worried as soon as he mentioned he needed the toilet the previous nights incident that had happened just a few feet away from them would come up again. He had reached breaking point just as Lottie was finishing her point about job opportunities for psychology graduates. “Sorry I’ll be back in a minute, just got to nip to the loo” Luke said as he stood up. “Oh, sure” Lottie replied but last last word hung in the air. Luke hesitated as he hovered on the spot. He looked at Lottie and she stared right back at him. “Do you want…” Lottie said slowly. “Hmmm?” Luke quietly squeaked. Lottie let out a heavy deep breath. “Do you want to… do you want to perhaps, go in your pants again?”. “Wha?” Luke said. “Well you said it felt nice earlier. Maybe you should try it again? I promise I won’t tell Freya and Archie. Remember, it’s our secret” Lottie. “I don’t know” Luke said conflicted. Lottie stood up and put her hands on his shoulders. “It’s okay. I can tell that you want to. I won’t tell anyone. Come on” Lottie said as she took his hand and led him out of the living room and up the stairs. Luke felt like he wasn’t in control of his body or actions as he let himself be led by her. They both walked into Luke’s room and into his en-suite bathroom. “Take your socks off” Lottie said. Luke bent down and pulled his white sports socks off his feet. He then stood and looked at Lottie confused. “I’m not sure I want to do this again” Luke said anxiously. Lottie leaned in and kissed him on the lips. “It’s okay, you can do it” she said reassuringly. “Step into the shower, you can do it there. You won’t have to clean up a puddle then”. Luke slowly stepped into the shower. He was wearing the same outfit he’d spent the day in. He’d taken off his brown hoodie and was wearing a white long sleeve t-shirt and his grey joggers, with a pair of grey and red striped hipster boxers. He was stood with his legs apart in the shower facing Lottie. He gave her a look of fear, he wasn’t sure what was going on and didn’t know how to feel. “Go on Luke. When you are ready” Lottie said reassuringly. Luke held the bottom of his t-shirt and closed his eyes. More sober than he was yesterday, he struggled to let go as easily as he did yesterday. He tried to imagine being stood in front of the toilet with his trousers and pants around his ankles, which helped. A few seconds later a small spurt of wee was soaked up by his pants and a small wet patch formed on the front of his joggers. Lottie saw it form and began to get excited. Like earlier, the hairs on her arms stood to attention. “Come on, you can do more than that. Just let go, it’s okay” she said quietly. Luke listened to her words and it spurred him on. He pushed on his bladder once again and this time the flood gates fully opened. Like yesterday, his whole crotch felt warm as his wee began to soak the front of his pants and joggers as darker streaks appeared on his inner legs. He then felt the wetness reach the bottom of his bum and he accidentally let out a sigh of relief. This experience gave him his answer to his conflicted feelings - he likes this feeling. Heck, he loved it. “Wow well done Luke” Lottie said hardly being able to hold back her excitement. “Pull down your joggers”. Luke didn’t think twice and grabbed the waistband of his joggers and revealed his soaking boxers. “Turn around so I can see your bum” Lottie then asked. He complied again. He turned around and Lottie got a full view of his boxers clinging to his bum cheeks. They were visibly wet until about half way up his bum. “Well done” Lottie said as she grabbed his bum. Luke jumped surprised, but didn’t move away.