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  1. The adventures of Alex Who was Alex? Well Alex was what most people thought was a young man entering in the big wide world, free from school and the restraints that they had held over him. For many years he had been told what to do, when to do it and always by others. He had grown up under the strong influence of his mother, whom he loved dearly, but he could never bring himself to tell her his deep down secrets and desires. Alex had been late developing into the young man he was growing into, he was shorter than most, well everyone for his age, his voice had never broken and a genetic disorder had meant that he never grew body hair, only his head held the natural blonde locks that matched his mother. He had been slow to be potty trained, still wetting at night after control during the daytime had been achieved. He was just told by his mother that over time it would sort itself out, but his nigh time wetting would be taken care of by her. So for many years after, night after night, Alex's mother was there to make sure he went to sleep in a nappy and plastic pants, then as time moved on a disposable nappy. Alex's mother was a hard working lady, well respected in the business community, with many friends, but still loved her son more than anything else. She was 6ft tall and literally towered over her son; she made sure that she kept fit, using the gym in the house and the pool on her days off and at weekends. Having made a success of her business at a young age, she always made time for Alex, her mother helping to look after him while he was still a baby. By the time that he was ready for school, she was the one to take him and pick him up every day. This would seem odd to a lot of people as it carried on until he left school, some would have thought him a little mummy’s boy, had it not been for the fact that they lived in the countryside outside the main town and off the bus route. He had his friends in school and got on ok with them, more so with the girls if he where honest about it, but rarely did one ever visit his home, sleepovers being out of the question as he felt too conscious about the bedwetting. When he was younger, at nursery school, he had a few parties as wetting problems happened with a few at that age, so he didn't stand out from the others. So Alex was now free from the restraint of school and just about to turn 18 years old, his mother had asked him if he wanted a party, but he never really was the party person. Instead he asked if he could have a vacation somewhere quiet away from the world, but by the sea, where he could just chill out and relax away from everything. There he would have time to think about what his future held, decide what to go on to do regarding work or further education. But also he would have some time alone to let his little side out. This was Alex's big secret that he hoped no-one had found out about, or if they had, they had not said anything to him. Deep down, Alex was still that little boy, he had never really grown up and loved all the time he spent with his mother, he missed the time when she looked after him night after night. But over time he had become used to getting himself ready for bed, it was only natural that as he grew he would take more responsibility. He wanted so much for his mother to do this, but could never build up the courage to ask. So here he was going away on his own for the first time without "mummy", but it would give him chance to wear his nappy during the day if he wanted. He would have them with for night time use, so why not try them during the day as well; maybe he would get those feelings back from when he was younger that he craved so much. His mother was not overly surprised when he refused the offer of the party, so was more than happy for him to have his holiday that he asked for instead. Unknown to Alex, his mother had begun to realise that deep down she was missing having her "little boy" around. She loved looking after him when he was younger but as time went by, she knew she had to release the aprons strings a little and let him develop. His mothers had become a success in the computer industry with her own business, so giving Alex a computer for his school use fine, but she never let on to him that she could remotely access it. So from time to time she found herself checking up on what he had been researching, then purely by accident one day she found one of the sites he had been looking at, then the links to some of the stories he had been reading. She could see that he was reading about "little ones" who still had their mummy even when they were grown up, or little ones that had found and sought out a new mummy. As much as this hurt, she knew that to push and question him straight away would be a mistake, causing her to push him further away or worse still lose him. She decided that he could go on his vacation, let him think for a while but then let him decide what would happen next. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- So the day arrived for Alex to board his coach and take the trip. He was filled with both excitement and anticipation; he was unsure what the next few weeks would hold for him but hoped that he would make some decisions that would set him for the future. He knew there was a job for him with his mums company, but at the same time if something else was out there then that would be better, unless he decided to return to college or university. His mum had made the travel arrangements, booked his coach ticket, decided on the little holiday town he would be staying, even found him a nice little guest house to stay in. Unknown to Alex, it was a old friend of his mums that ran it, a best friend from school and college that moved there a few years earlier to take over a family business. She now ran it by herself and was only too pleased to keep an eye on Alex for his mum. She had been told about his little night time accidents so made a few preparations in advance. "Alex" said Leslie his mum, "I need to tell you a few things about your trip before you leave, so come and sit down with me for a moment before I drop you off at the bus station". Leslie sat at the table with her son, reaching out and taking his hand. "Now you are going to the seaside as you wished, it’s not too busy there, just lively enough to keep you occupied. I have booked you into a nice little guest house that is run by an old friend of mine called Val from college. Now don't panic but I made her aware of your night time accidents, I didn't want you getting all wound up and embarrassed". Alex didn't know what to say when his mum told him, he was mad that she told someone else but could see that it actually made sense, even if it was going to be embarrassing when he met Val. "Val told me that she would take care of everything so you don't need to worry" said Leslie, "She will meet you at the bus station in the resort and take you home. She said she will let you settle in and then give you the tour around before letting you do whatever you want to relax". "So make sure you have a good time, be good for her and hopefully I will get to come and visit you later in the week. I have packed everything for you and sent plenty of money ahead to take care of anything you might need". What Leslie didn't mention was that she had added a few extra things into his suitcase, something that she hoped he would like after reading and looking at his favourite pages on Alex's computer history. She had bought him a new dummy with a teat suitable for adults, along with a cloth nappy and some plastic pants. She knew that it was a risk but just hoped that he would accept them and not be scared. If she could have her little boy back then it would make her the happiest mum in the world. "Thanks for all of this mum" replied Alex, "I know telling Val was for the better, even if it makes me feel awkward and embarrassed when I meet her. It will be nice if you can come visit later in the week, you deserve a break just as much as me". So with his things packed, Alex jumped in the car with his mum and headed to the coach station for his trip. After a big hug, cuddle and a kiss, Alex walked onto his coach and took his seat, waving goodbye as the coach pulled away, leaving Leslie with a tear in her eye, waiting for the moment she would be with her little boy again. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alex relaxed as soon as the coach pulled away; he was on his way, looking forward to getting away for the summer and chilling out. He had become so wound up finishing school, learning never came natural to him like for some of his classmates, he had to really think hard about everything. He had gotten to the point where he was now feeling a bit mentally drained. He sat in his seat watching the world going by as the coach ploughed its way across the country, stopping at various cities along the way to collect other people. He hadn’t really travelled that much in his younger life, his mum always working hard but he would never blame her for this. He knew she wanted him to have the best they could. Finally it was getting close to lunchtime, that meant the coach would take a break and he could get off and take a break, stretch his legs and get a bite to eat. But more importantly get a chance to use the toilet. He had almost wished he was wearing one of his night time pull ups, the drinks his mum had given him for the journey, combined with the several mugs of tea at breakfast made him quite needy for the bathrooms. As soon as the coach stopped he was straight off and heading towards the bathroom area at the service area, the last thing he needed to see was the short queue of people in front of him. He figured that another coach must have gotten in just before they arrived; this was going to be an anxious and awkward wait. Finally he found himself at the front; he dashed into one of the stalls, unfastening his jogging pants as fast as possible, and then lowering his underwear but not before a little dribble came out. In one sense he was happier being in a stall, his mum’s choice of underwear for him was not the best. They could be described as unisex at best, no opening at the front and very plain. He had gotten used to her buying things like that for him over the years; he barely even noticed the pastel colours she would choose. He just used to make sure he wore the white ones whenever he was doing any sports in school. Finally he was sitting on the toilet, able to relieve himself from all those drinks he had consumed so far. He pulled his phone out of his bag to check if he had any messages, the only one being from his mum. It simply said “Love you baby, hope you have fun”. Seeing this from his mum made him feel all warm inside, she often called him baby, he never thought anything of it. He then checked his journey progress and found that they were just short of halfway to his destination. Bearing that in mind he wondered if they would be stopping once more or not, beginning to wonder whether he would be best in one of the pull ups in his bag. This would let him relax a bit; he had dribbled while going this time, so maybe it was for the best. He quickly removed his jogging pants, then “panties” before slipping on one of his pull ups, then pulled his panties back on, thinking they would help keep the pull up in place, before putting his jogging pants back on. Part 4 With himself finally sorted, Alex made his way out of the stall and into the main washroom, walking slightly slowly, now conscious of the pull up he had on. He knew that they were completely covered but still had that feeling that everyone could see it. He washed his hands and then made his way out, trying to tell whether of not his pants where rustling, but the noise in area due to the large numbers of people masked anything he could hear from his pants. He had a walk to the food area and bought himself a sandwich and a drink, before making his way to some of the seating area outside. It was such a nice day, the sun was shining and it was quite warm so why not eat outdoors for once. He found himself a spot on the grassed area but made sure to keep an eye on the time, the last thing he wanted was to miss his coach. But he could see it from where he was sitting so it would be ok. Alex loved to watch people, see them going about their business, but so many doing the same thing but not noticing. He quietly ate his lunch, sitting on the grass in his shorts, the air blowing around his legs. He forgot the fact he was wearing his pull up, his shorts flapping in the breeze; occasionally flapping so that the edge of it would show. He carried on assuming that no-one was any the wiser, not seeing what he was wearing. Sitting at a picnic table across from him was Wendy Johnson, a school nurse at a private girl’s boarding school. She too was on a holiday break, travelling by coach to a nice quiet resort by the sea, looking forward to some nice relaxing fun. She couldn’t help but notice the young man sitting alone on the grass across from her, he was different to the others, they where businessmen and lorry drivers. But she saw him, small for his age but quite content and happy. She wondered where he was going, what he was doing. Having spent the year with nothing but girls to look at in every direction, she was happy to look at the cute young man. Alex finished his lunch, looked down at his watch then saw it was time to go back to the coach, but as he was geeing up he noticed the lady at the picnic table, she was looking at him and smiling. Getting up he felt the pull up against him, but that only let panic set in, he was directly opposite her, had she seen something, was that why she was smiling. He didn’t know but was glad to be going back to his coach knowing he would be alone again. He got up, walked back across the grass, trying to avoid eye contact but couldn’t, she smiled again at him, he moved quicker wanting to be back at the coach. He got back to the coach and began to board when he noticed the other cases now sitting at the side of the coach. He looked towards the driver and asked what was happening, “Nothing to worry about young man” replied the driver, “we just have a few more passengers coming on board, the other feeder coach has arrived”. Alex thought nothing more of it, he climbed on board and went back to his seat, he put his hand luggage bag back onto the seat next to him, then leaned back waiting for the other passengers to get back. He was minding his own business, when a figure appeared by the seat next to his where his bag was. Looking up he saw a lady standing in the aisle, when he saw who it was he nearly wet himself. It was her, the lady from the bench; there she was, looking down at him, “Excuse me young man, is that seat taken” she asked him, still with that smile on her face. “Errrr, no” replied Alex with slight panic in his voice, “I will just move my bag for you”. Alex took his bag off of the seat and placed it by his feet, not noticing the top was slightly open, he was still surprised to see the lady. Part 5 Wendy took her seat next to Alex, the colour just starting to re-appear to his face after his shock. He sat there quietly wondering whether he should say something, but at that time he was simply lost for words, what could he say, what should he say, he didn’t know what she had seen if anything at all. Wendy sat there next to Alex, she loved the expression on his face when she turned up next to him, she was by no way a mean person, but she thought he was such a sweet little thing. Her whole year at the girl’s school had made her realise how much she had missed males, but there was something about this one that made her curious. She had seen the tell tale edge of his pull up when sitting on the grass, it was something easily recognisable to her, many of the girls in the school had need to see her as the nurse she was. “So young man, what is your name, how far are you travelling” said Wendy, deciding it was time to start talking with her companion. “Eeerrrr, my name is Alex” he stuttered out, “I am on the coach until it reaches the coast; I am going for a break there through the summer. Wendy was delighted to hear this; she too was travelling to the coat and knew they were headed for the same destination. “Well I am very pleased to meet you Alex, my name is Wendy Johnson” came the response, “I too am travelling down to the coast for a holiday. The girl’s school where I work as a nurse has broken up for the summer, so I decided I needed a holiday”. Alex was relaxing a bit now, but the thought of having her next to him for the rest of the journey was not that thrilling. He was taken back a bit when she told him what she did for a job; it just wasn’t expected at that point. The thought of having a nurse next to him made him think once more about the pull ups, he knew that a trained nurse would only have needed the slightest glance to recognise them. “It looks like we will be spending the journey together Alex” said Wendy, once more looking at him with that smile once more. “Now why don’t you give me that bag of yours, I can put it up on the luggage rack with mine, and then you will have far more room for the journey”. Alex was left with little choice and couldn’t reason his way around it, it would give him more room for his legs. So he reached down to grab his bag, but as it was lifted the zip sprung open and there in plain sight was his other spare pull up. He tried to quickly close his bag so it was out of sight, but he could see that Wendy had already spotted it. Wendy calmly took the bag from him, zipped it up and proceeded to place it in the luggage rack. Alex had sat back down in his seat, not knowing what to do or say at that point, it no longer mattered if she had seen it before, now she would know. “It’s ok Alex, there is no need to be ashamed” said Wendy softly as she sat back down, “lots of people have to wear pull ups and nappies, for lots of different reasons. I am a nurse so it is nothing new to me”. Alex was left stunned, he knew now that she had seen him for definite now, his pull up must have been showing while sitting on the grass area. Alex was brought back to his senses by the coach starting up and leaving the service area, a few more passengers had joined but not enough to fill the coach, yet she decided to next to me he thought. Part 6 Alex sat thinking for a moment, now taking the occasional glance at Wendy, studying her more closely. She appeared about a similar age to his mum, but noticeably taller than he was and very good looking at the same time. He thought only pretty school nurses appeared in naughty boy’s dreams. He decided that he should try and explain his situation more clearly, he didn’t want her thinking he wore the pull ups all of the time. “I don’t usually wear pull ups, it’s just that I am on a long journey and my mum gave me a lot to drink” said Alex quietly, hoping that no one could overhear him. “I occasionally need them at night, but with the traffic being as it is these days, I didn’t want to take a chance after the service stop”. Wendy turned and listened to him while he was speaking, thinking how sweet it was of him to try and explain everything. She knew quite well that he could have a genuine reason for using them, but it was just the fact that he looked so cute in them when she saw him. “There is no need to worry about it little one” replied Wendy, grinning and chuckling at Alex, “I knew there was some genuine reason for you wearing them, you just looked so cute and innocent sitting on the grass with the frilly edge of the pull up showing”. “I am only teasing Alex, I am sorry if I offended you, I hope you forgive me, I just want some nice company for the rest of the journey”. Alex was a bit taken back, but decided that Wendy seemed a nice person deep down, even if she was enjoying teasing him. Was it worth not getting along for the rest of the coach journey, it would only be a matter of hours and they wouldn’t see any more of each other. “It’s ok Wendy, I didn’t take offence” replied Alex, “But I never realised they had little frilly edges on them” he laughed, “I really hope my mum never bought me the girls ones”. Wendy began to laugh with Alex, her hand patting him on the leg, she so wanted to lift the edge of the shorts and touch his pull up, but she feared he would be scared off and that was the last thing she wanted. Deep down she had missed not being a mother to anyone herself, she went to university then trained as a nurse then got the job in the school, things such as relationships and settling down had passed her by. So over time she had begun to wonder whether she could find someone that she could give her special attention to, a man, a young man, but someone like Alex would be just perfect. Alex was feeling a bit better now they were laughing about it; he was relaxing, actually starting to like Wendy a bit. A nervous thrill went through his body when she touched his leg, it was something he had never had from a woman before, he had never come close to having a girlfriend. Still laughing and joking, Alex lifted the edge of his shorts to reveal the edge of the pull up, “there you go” he said, “see they are not frilly at all”. But when he looked he could see that they were a bit puffier than his regular ones. He wondered how this escaped his notice before, but he was in such a state and rush in the toilets so he didn’t get caught, it made sense he did notice. “Thanks mum” he thought to himself, “what other surprises have you got for me”. Wendy caught sight of it once more, thinking that it looked so much like some of the ones worn at the school where she worked. It was natural for her, but to see it on a boy was something different, offset against his soft white hairless flesh it looked so nice. “Ok, well maybe no frilly, but slightly girlish you must agree” said Wendy, now gently rubbing his leg. “You have such soft skin for a male Alex, I know lots who would adore to have legs like yours, it’s such a shame to keep them covered up”. Alex was now getting quite aroused at the touch from Wendy; never could he have imagined that events would unfold like this. He could feel the front of his pull up starting to tent, but to cover it with his hands would have given it away immediately, he could do nothing, and he was stuck. He had no way out but now he didn’t want one, her touch was driving him wild, his lack of girl experience was showing; he was far too excited to think straight now. Wendy could see the effect she was having on him, it was becoming more and more obvious, she wondered how far she could push him, was he really so shy with girls, he really was the perfect little creature. She leaned closer to him, then whispered in his ear, “You really love this don’t you, you need this, you are wearing your pull up because it excites you as well”, “I can see the effect it is having on you, relax and let nurse Wendy take care of you”. Alex was unable to resist, he needed so much to be able to release, to release at someone else’s touch and not his own, for it to be at the hands of a woman, at this moment for it to be Wendy. Part 7 Alex was having feeling that he had never experienced before, but they where ones that he was enjoying, he could feel himself growing within his shorts. Just the simple touch of Wendy’s hand on his leg was doing this to him, he knew that she had him under her control but he was quite helpless to do anything about it. He could feel the pressure building up within him, he would not be able to last must longer, but what was he to do, he wasn’t sure but shortly he would pass the point of no return and find out what she planned. Wendy was feeling so good with herself at this point, she had him all worked up at just the touch of her hand, she moved it higher until it found the edge of the pull up. She too was getting excited at the thought of what was to come, could she really do this, could she make him loose himself within the confines of his pull up. She gently stroked his pull up, her hand inside his shorts, but always making sure that no one around them would become suspicious of their actions. She continued to rub her hand on little Alex, slowly and softly, feeling the tension growing within him, she knew it would happen, and then with a sudden shudder it did! Alex tried to hold on but it was no use, his body shuddered softly and then he felt himself release in his pull up. He could feel the little creamies leaking from him, pooling around his pee pee and little parts, it felt warm but the sensation was so good. It was obviously not his first orgasm, but it was in this way, making him feel embarrassed and humiliated, but at the same time so aroused. “Oh you sweet little thing” whispered Wendy softly in his ear, “I never thought my touch would make that happen, but I am overjoyed that it did”. “I will give you a moment to compose yourself, and then I think we had best have a go at cleaning you up and changing you without anyone knowing”. She let Alex calm himself down, holding his hand softly, feeling the last little trembles running through him. Then she released him, stood up just to grab her bag from the luggage rack, before sitting down again. Her back pack was one from the school, she had a few supplies with her as a couple of the young ladies from her school had travelled to the coach station with her, and she always looked out for them. They then went their separate ways, the ladies back home and she on her travels, where she boarded her coach that eventually brought her to Alex. She opened the bag and retrieved a box of wipes, a largish towel and a fresh pull up. Alex was a bit surprised to see these items come from her bag, but when he saw the pull up he was unsure whether to be scared or excited. It was a pull up just like normal, but it was the colour and design that startled him, pale pink in colour with little butterfly patterns. “Well I did say that I would take care of everything” said Wendy looking down at Alex, “don’t worry about the colour; they do just the same job as yours do”, “I am sure they will look so cute on you, your girlish soft legs deserve some girlish pull ups”. Alex looked at her but knew he couldn’t say anything, people would suspect something if he caused a scene, so decided that to cooperate would be the best course. He lifted up slightly in his seat allowing Wendy to lower his shorts, before then sitting down and removing them completely. He was now left in a pull up, one that was full of his own creamy mess. Wendy tore the sides, finally lowering the front revealing the young man’s little cock. She was feeling all giddy seeing this, it was so small, and how could someone his age be so undeveloped, there was practically no hair around it. Alex felt so embarrassed at this point, he had been made to have an orgasm in his pull up, now sitting on a coach seat in it with the sides torn apart, his little parts exposed to her. His bigger problem was that he loved the embarrassment and more so the attention, he was experiencing feelings he couldn’t explain. She gently wiped him clean with the baby wipes, making sure she checked everywhere, then dried him off with the towel. She wanted to apply baby powder but that would have been too risky in this situation. Wendy removed the old pull up from under him, folding it up and tucking it away in her bag, then she opened the new one for him, placing the new pink girls pull up at his feet, guiding them through the leg holes. The final touch was to bring it up his legs and secure it over his bottom, before once more hiding it away in his shorts. PART 8 (apologies for getting a name mixed up, Alex’s mum is called Leslie, hope you are all enjoying) Alex was now entering completely new territory, nothing like this had ever happened before, he wasn’t really sure how he should be feeling. All that he was sure about was that the experience he had just had was quite amazing, something he wanted to happen again and again but not on the coach. He was disturbed from his thoughts by the sound of his phone ringing, he wondered who it was while fumbling through his shorts pockets. He opened it up to find that it was his mum, she was checking up to see how he was getting along. He was pleased to hear her voice as he spoke quietly to her, he was missing her but excited by his new adventures. They chatted only briefly, she would speak longer once he was alone in his guest house with Val. As he closed the phone and said “Goodbye mum, love you”, Wendy looked across and saw the picture of his mum still showing on the screen. Wendy was left stunned, surely it could not be, but she was sure it was. It was Leslie from college, “Oh my god” she thought, Alex is her son, I have just done that with one of my best friends little boy. Wendy recognised the picture as they were both still friends and on Facebook, she decided to speak to Alex about it, better now that having him find out later. “Alex” she said tentatively, “I take it that you where taking to your mum on the phone, do you mind if I see the picture again, I couldn’t help notice it before”. “Yes it was mum” he replied, “I guess you can see the picture, why, what is wrong” he said opening it up to the contact page again, then showing her the picture. “Nothing is wrong sweetie” said Wendy, looking once more to be certain. “Oh my, I was right, it is her” said Wendy, “tell me is your mothers name Leslie, she went to St. Mary’s Girls College after she finished school”. “Yes her name is Leslie” replied Alex, “I think that is where she went to college, why do you ask, what is wrong”. “Nothing is wrong I promise” said Wendy trying to calm down Alex, placing her hand on his leg again. “I have to tell you that your mum and I are old friends from college, we are still in contact via facebook today, we still keep up with each others careers”. Alex looked shocked when he found out, he had just been made to orgasm in his pull up by one of his mums friends, what would she do and say if she found out, he didn’t know what to say. “There were three of us that used to be best friends in college” said Wendy, “your mum, me and a girl called Val. I think she moved to the coast somewhere”. When Alex heard this it all kind of made sense, he was pretty certain that the person he was going to stay with was the same Val that Wendy was now talking about. His mum told him that she was a friend and trusted her to look after Alex, he thought that it might be good to phone her and tell her who he was sitting next to. “Bare with me a moment please Wendy” said Alex as he pressed the button to call his mum “Hi mum” said Alex when his mum answered, “nothing to worry about, I am safe and ok, I just have someone sitting next to me that you might want to chat to”, Alex then gave the phone to Wendy. “Leslie, Leslie Jones, is that really you” said Wendy, “It’s me, Wendy, from facebook, it’s such a surprise to find myself sitting on a coach next to your son, he is such a cute little thing”. Alex sat and starred out of the window for a while, letting Wendy have a chat to his mum, only picking up on the odd thing, “yes he is fine”, “oh don’t worry about that”, “no little accidents”. The last little snippet made his eyes turn back toward Wendy, looking at her having a good idea what they are talking about. “Well it has been great talking and hopefully we can meet up soon” said Wendy to Alex’s mum, “I will take good care of him until we get to Val’s, bye for now”. Alex said a quick goodbye to his mum, her final words telling him that Wendy would look after him until he got to Val’s, she trusted her totally. Part 9 “Well young Alex” said Wendy, “it looks like we will be seeing a lot more of each other than we both thought”, “Your mum is going to speak with Val to see if she has availability for me as well, then we can have lots of fun over the summer”. Alex wasn’t quite sure whether this was going to be a good thing or a bad thing. Yes he liked Wendy and enjoyed what had happened between them, but he was hoping to get some time to himself to be able to rest, relax and chill out a bit. Before he had chance to say anything to Wendy, his phone was ringing with the picture of his mum showing on the front of it. “Hi mum” he said when answering, “what’s up, what do you want, I have only just finished talking to you”. “Nothing to worry about sweetie” replied his mum, “just pass on a message to Wendy for me” “Tell her that I have spoken to Val and everything is sorted, there is a room waiting for her and I will be joining you later once I get finished up here”. “Okay mum, no problem, take care and don’t overdo things” replied Alex, “I will let Wendy know”, “Bye for now, love you mum”. “Love you too sweetie, take care and be good for Wendy and Val” replied Leslie, thinking how sweet her little boy was; she wanted him back, her little baby boy. “That was my mum on the phone again” said Alex looking at Wendy, “she says that everything is sorted with Val, there is a room waiting for you to stay in and she will join us later”. Alex decided not to mention the part about being good for her and Val; he thought that it would give Wendy the illusion that Alex had to be with her all the time. He wanted his own time when he could get it, to be able to do what he wanted, when he wanted, in his regular underwear and not in pull ups, or worse still the pink pull ups given to him by Wendy. Wendy thought to herself that things could not be more perfect, should would be staying with an old friend; have Alex staying in the same house, then hopefully the three best friends being reunited where they could concentrate on Alex. Little did Alex know but it was no coincidence that Wendy had found him, Leslie had told her where his coach would be stopping. Leslie had arranged for Alex to be staying with Val, as she knew Val would be only too happy to help her with her need to get her little boy back. She had told Val about his bed wetting and told her of the little surprise she had put in his suitcase, just to make sure that Alex did not try and dispose of it. By the time she was joining them, she hoped that Alex would be in pull ups and nappies full time, not really knowing what was happening to him. Alex leaned back in his seat, watching the world going by; completely unaware of what was in store for him, looking forward to his well earned break. Without even realising it, his hand had slipped to his lap where he was slowly rubbing across his shorts, his fingers then moving the material so that he was able to touch his pull up; the soft pink pull up that Wendy had put him in. Wendy was watching him all this time, seeing him play with the edge of the pull up was getting her aroused, she saw him slipping further and further into the sweet little one that Leslie wanted him to become, but he was totally unaware of it. She put her hand on top of his, just as he was playing with the pull up; she hoped he wouldn’t be startled too much. He looked down, only then realising what he had been doing; he was now blushing; the redness filling his cheeks in embarrassment. Wendy slowly moved his hand and placed it on her leg, and then slowly moving it up and down, she wanted to push him further, make him want to be with her. She finally moved his hand to rest between her legs, wondering what sort of reaction this would bring, had he ever been with a woman before. She was rewarded with a noticeable bulge showing in his shorts, she began to wonder if she could get him to orgasm once more, but this time in his girls pull up. Part 10 Alex was now growing bright red with embarrassment, he was unable to control the reaction in his shorts, he wasn’t even touching them and neither was Wendy, but the feeling he had just touching Wendy was like electric flowing through him. He was unable to control his emotions and this was obvious for Wendy to see, she knew she was being unfair playing with the emotions of Alex, but needed to get some release for herself. With her hand still firmly on top of Alex’s, still resting between her legs, she needed to know something, she needed to question him. “Alex my little sweet” whispered Wendy into his ear, “Have you ever been with a woman before, have you ever touched one, it’s ok, you can be honest with me”. Alex was not surprised to hear this, considering the delicate situation he was in, but what could he say, how could he admit to her that even though he was 18, soon to be 19, he had never had a girlfriend, let alone been with a girl before. He had been kissed by girls, but only because he was such a sweet and caring boy when around them. He looked up towards Wendy, their eyes meeting, he wanted to say something but just couldn’t, and he just gently shook his head from side to side. Wendy had a feeling what his answer would be before even asking, but she just needed to know from him. She wanted him to have his moment at some point, but now would not be that time; instead she just removed both their hands from her legs. Holding him closely, she looked into his eyes, “Don’t worry about that little one, we will make sure that at some point you get to enjoy the experience”. “But for now, do you need to use your pull up, did little Alex have fun last time, but I am sure you would love to have some fun in your little pink pull up”. While Alex was thing whether or not he could go through with it again, the coach driver made an announcement. “We will be arriving in the next hour at the final stop, this will be the place for all passengers to leave the coach, I hope you have had a good journey with us today”. Wendy saw this as an opportunity to help Alex once again, “There you go sweetie” she said to him, “soon we will be arriving, then we will be off to Val’s guest house for our lovely holiday. So if you want to have a little fun we can get you cleaned up at Val’s”. He hadn’t thought about Val for some time, he had never met her, but he had wondered if Wendy knew her as well. His mum told him that she was a friend of hers and she would look after him once he arrived, but that was before Wendy entered the equation. He knew his mum had made arrangements for her to stay as well. All he could think was that his holiday was certainly going to be different. Alex had come so far in just a few hours, he loved being made to cum in his pull up, but now he was in a girls pink pull up, this would feel so different, but he thought he needed to try, the feeling felt so good to him last time. He looked at Wendy, and then simply said “yes please”. Wendy felt so pleased, he loves the emotions set off within him, maybe this will be easier and more fun than Leslie thinks, and her little boy would be putty in her hands once finished. “Okay sweetie, let me help you achieve what you need, just lift up slightly, I think you will enjoy it better”. Alex didn’t even think about it, he lifted his body allowing Wendy to lower his shorts, leaving him sitting there in just a pink pull up. She put her arm around him, drawing him close to her, then placed her other hand on top of his pull up. She then slowly started to rub the front of it for him, feeling him growing within. Without realising Alex’s hand was now playing with the edge of the pink material, rubbing it and flicking it between his fingers, all the time enjoying the touch of Wendy on his front. He was moaning softly, shivers running through him, unable to control his feelings, unable to stop himself from getting closer and closer to erupting once again. “Come on my sweet little Alex” whispered Wendy, “let yourself go, let your emotions out, empty yourself into that cute girly princess pull-up, let those feelings come out”. Alex could not hold out, he had no choice, but surprising himself he erupted into the pull up at the moment Wendy mentioned the words “cute girly princess pull-up”, it acted like a trigger, fluid flowing from him, the front of the pull-up getting slightly darker with the wet spot forming before him. Part 11 Wendy was feeling so happy and pleased with herself, she knew that the main goal was to help Leslie achieve her wishes, but she was going to make sure she had her fun along the way. Leslie had told her she could play with her little boy as she would have to wait until she joined them, but Leslie thought that it would be easier getting Alex to do whatever they wanted if he was getting some fulfilment himself. With her hand now resting on his pull up, Wendy looked at him, “Aww, Alex sweetheart, you are such a good boy, I bet that feels all nice doesn’t it”, “But we need to get your shorts back on, we will be arriving shortly and Val will be there to meet us”. Alex was so much out of it with his own personal enjoyment; this brought him back to his senses. He quickly pulled up his shorts, wanting to be covered up ready for when they stopped in the bus station, he knew people would be moving around so didn’t want to arouse suspicion. Wendy could see him trying to make sure he was all covered up again, she thought it so sweet and innocent, but by the time they had finished with him there would be none of it. He would not care who saw him and where he was, he would be that little boy for his mum and her friends. Within minutes the coach was pulling into the bus station, people were up and about, rushing around the coach trying to get their things together. Wendy made sure that Alex stayed still in his seat, letting everyone else start to leave until she was ready to leave. Eventually they got up out of their seats, Wendy passed down Alex his back pack from the luggage rack, then brought hers down, and then after checking they had everything, they walked down the front of the coach and then got off. Alex was now for the first time for as long as he could remember wearing a pull up in public, but not only that, he was wearing a girls pink pull up, one that was all damp inside because of his own excitement. He followed Wendy away from the coach, heading towards an area where some people had gathered to greet friends that had travelled. Alex did not know Val by sight, it had been quite some years since Wendy had seen her friend, but when things had settled, there was only one lady left standing there. Wendy went over towards her, “Val is that you, it has been such a long time but you’re still so tall and elegant”. “Hi Wendy” replied Val, “it has been so long but Leslie sent me a few pics from your Facebook so I would recognise you”. They had a warm embrace before Val turned her attention to Alex, looking him up and down, “Well hello sweetie, you must be my little guest for the next few weeks, it’s so good to finally meet you, and your mum has told me so much about you”. Alex went to shake her hand, but Val just put her arms around him, pulled him close and hugged him tightly. He could feel her arms around him and her hands then giving his bottom a little squeeze, if only to confirm her knowledge of him. When they stepped apart, Wendy and Val started loading the luggage in her 4x4, giving Alex chance to clearly look her over. She was taller than both Wendy and his mum, maybe a bit older as well, long flowing dark hair, slim body with large breasts that pressed against her tight clothing. If it had been in any other situation he could even have found himself attracted to Val, she was older yes, but so pretty. This was going to be a lot harder for him now, Wendy had him wanting her, Val was just as pretty and she would be looking after his special requirements for night time. “Right then Alex” called out Val, “no day dreaming, get in the car, then I can get you and Wendy settled in, I am quite sure that you could do with a bath or shower”. Alex went over to the car where Val had the back door opened for him, Wendy already seated in the front. He was a bit surprised to see a 5 point harness attached to the seat, but with a few boxes on the other seat had no choice but to get in. “Oh I am sorry about this Alex” said Val, “I had my niece staying last week; her mum insisted that I had the harness fitted”, “It should fit you; she is quite big for her age whereas you are small for yours”. Before he could say anything, she was securing him in, including fastening the crotch strap up between his legs. Part 12 Alex was left speechless as he was fastened into the back of the car, a position that unknown to him he would become accustomed to in the not so distant future. He thought about protesting but knew that if he caused any trouble, his mum would find out. While everything was going on, there was still one thing in the back of his mind, his mum had made the arrangements and he could never bring himself to upset her in any way. He sat quietly in the back of the car listening to some music playing, whilst up front Wendy sat chatting with Val, he couldn’t make out what they were talking about, but occasionally thought he heard his name being mentioned. It was only a short ride before they pulled up outside a large house at the end of a road, just off the main seafront, but looking out over a beach that appeared quite secluded. Val and Wendy climbed out of the car, before Val came around to his door and opened it, he had tried himself but found the child lock in place on the door. He had to wait for Val to release his harness; it fastened in a way that made it impossible for him to reach the locking point. She went to release him but not before looking down at his shorts, unknown to him they had ridden up enough so that the edge of his pull up was now showing. “Come on sweetie” said Val releasing him from the seat, “let’s get you inside and settled down, I am sure that you could do with a bath and a change out of those”. The last part was said as she had her hand on his pull up, rubbing the edge of it. He went to the back of the car to collect his case, but not knowing what little surprises his mum had packed in there for him. His usual underwear had been replaced with much thicker terry cotton pants, ones that would be better described as a pair of training panties for toddlers. Then there was the usual pull up which he wore for sleeping in at night, but the special surprise was the cloth nappy and plastic pants she put in there, one just like those he had been viewing on-line. They made their way into the house, Alex was impressed with what he saw, very large hallway, very well furnished but all looking slightly feminine, but at the same time very homely. From his position in the large waiting area, he could see out over the sea, the beach looked very private but that was perfectly ok with him. Wendy had already gone up her room by the time Val had collected Alex’s room key, “Come along Alex, let’s go find your room, I am sure you will, it is right next to mine, so I can keep an eye on you like I promised your mum”. They made their way up the first flight of stairs, then along a corridor after going through a door marked private, “It’s ok Alex” said Val, “I just wanted to make sure that you get some nice peace and quiet, sometimes the guests can be a bit noisy”. Finally they reached a door marked with a little sign saying “ALEX”, which was a bit of a shock to him, he hadn’t realised how much trouble Val had gone through. The door was unlocked by Val and Alex was greeted by daylight once again. Before him stood a vast room, with a large double bed against one wall, directly opposite was a large TV mounted to the wall, then a dresser with plenty of drawers for his clothes. There was also a large dressing table with its own chair, but to his surprise in the corner a desk with a laptop computer on it. “That was a present from your mum for doing so well at school” said Val as she saw him looking at it, “through that door over there is your own private bathroom, the other door leads to my room but it is locked so don’t worry about that”, “The last door over there is the walk in wardrobe, but I think the dresser will be ok for your things”. “So let’s get you unpacked then you can have that nice warm bath that we both know you need”. Unaware of its contents, Alex lifted up his case onto the bed, but as it landed he thought he heard something rustling, Val came over to him, putting her arm around him, “That noise is only the protective mattress cover I put on the bed for you, your mum did tell you that she told me about your little problem and the last thing we want is for your bed to get wet. We can deal with a wet sheet or two but not a wet mattress”. He did remember what his mum had told him, so in all fairness it was to be expected, but it was just the shock of it, he just looked at Val and smiled. He started to open the case, then once open he undid the luggage straps inside it, removing the towel off the top. Directly underneath where his pull ups, all laying next to each other, which Val picked up and then walked over to the dresser with before laying them in one of the drawers, next to more pink ones which she already had prepared. He removed his t-shirts himself only to find the new underwear selection his mum had packed for him. At first he was unsure what they where, but having given the shirts to Val he quickly picked a pair up, only now understanding what they were. He had seen them on some of the sites he looked at but never imagined he would have some himself, especially not so many. Val came back over to him, looking at what he was holding, “Oh my, aren’t they the cutest little panties ever, so thick and sensible for a sweet boy like you, we will have to take care washing these, we don’t want them losing all that puffiness do we”. With that, Val took them from him and then places them in the dresser, the next drawer down from his pull ups. Alex then removed the next layer which contained some jeans and some more shorts, only to finally reveal the final surprise from his mother. There in plain view was the thickest terry cotton nappy he had seen, resting next to a pair of pale pink plastic panties that where covered in see through organza, with fine lace edging. For Alex he could see straight away what they where, it was something he had looked at so many times before, something he always wanted to try but never had. He was stuck in a trance until Val rested her hand on his, before looking at him, waiting to see if he would say anything. A few moments later with Alex still quiet, Val picked up the nappy and pants, removed it from the case and placed it on his bed next to the pillow. She closed the case, put it under the bed then looked at him, “Now you get undressed, I will go and run the bath. We can discuss the nappy later; there must be a good reason that your mum put it in there”. Part 13 Alex was speechless, he couldn’t believe that his mum had done this, he was trying to work out in his mind what would have made her do it, was there any way possible that she had found out his secret. In his mind he had been so careful, he never left his computer switched on, it was locked with a completely unique password. But while he was still thinking and trying to work things out, he had completely forgotten to get himself undressed, Val returned and caught him day dreaming. “Now come on Alex sweetie, I was hoping you would all ready and undressed ready for your bath” said Val in a sweet and motherly voice, “I can see that I am going to have to keep a firm eye on you in the future”. Before he had chance to start, Val was helping him remove his clothing, the bath was already full ready for him. Off came his t-shirt and shorts, leaving him standing there in just his sock and the cute pink pull up that Wendy put him in. Next off came his socks, just leaving him standing there in that pink pull up. Next thing he knew there was a flash of a camera; he turned to see Wendy standing the doorway taking a few snaps of him. “Forgive me Alex but I just had to have a few pics” said Wendy, “after all, it was me that put that on you”. But before Alex could reply, Wendy was off and gone. She needed to send those pics to his mum. Val took him by the hand and led him into the bathroom, then slowly tore each side of the pull up, before slowly pulling it away from his body. All the sticky cum was now stretching from him to that soft pink material, but the little strings broke away and he was now completely naked. Val looked at him and thought he looked so sweet, she could see now why Leslie wanted to get her little boy back again. Apart from his head, she noted that his body was practically hairless; he really was so young looking for his age. She would make sure that when the time was right, she would have all those stray hairs removed, he would be as smooth as a baby. “Come on sweetie, stop dawdling” said Val, “let's get you in the water before it starts getting cold, I will be back shortly to check on you”. With that Val helped Alex into the water and then gave him a large sponge to wash himself with, before leaving him alone to enjoy the nice hot water. He sat there for a while trying to take in what had happened over the last few hours since those services on the motorway. He knew things had changed, some of the things he wanted where starting to happen, but not quite in the way he expected. His peace was soon disturbed by a returning Val, but now she had a long length PVC apron on, her hair tied back out of the way. She came into the bathroom with a large fluffy white bath towel and put it down on the vanity unit. “Just as I thought” she said, “I leave you here to wash yourself and once more I find you day-dreaming, I think that I had best take care of things”. Without another word, she grabbed the sponge off Alex, added some all over baby wash, and then proceeded to wash Alex from head to toe, not even blinking when she got to private parts. She simply grabbed hold of his pee pee, and then washed it all over, top to bottom. Once she was done she had him stand up in the water, then she proceeded to wash between his legs, running her soapy fingers all over his bottom and between his cheeks. Alex was enjoying the touch once more, he wanted to say something, he was a young man and old enough to wash himself, but his natural instinct was to let her take over. All too soon for him it was over and she was taking his hand to help him out of the bath, then wrapping his soft skinned little body in the large fluffy towel. She dried him off in a motherly way, taking care to ensure he was totally dry, before leading him back into the bedroom. “Now I think it is still quite early, so let’s get you some clean underwear out, then get you dressed and I think we can go and get some dinner”. Val thought about using the nappy but decided that bedtime would be a far more appropriate time for its introduction to Alex. Instead she picked a pair of his thicker underwear from the dresser, ones she knew where actually training panties. She added a bit of powder to his private area, and then helped him into the panties, pulling them up making sure they were nice and snug. Next she gave him a t-shirt and shorts to wear, both plain white, followed by some small socks and then his white trainers. He loved the touch of Val while being dressed, she was stern like a mother would be, but at the same time so soft and gentle with him. He was once more getting aroused in his panties, something that didn’t go unnoticed to Val, but this would have to wait until later. “Come on sweetie, let’s go and get you some dinner, then you can have a look around the place, you might like what you see”. Apologies to all who have been reading, I got a bit snowed under with work so this had to take a seat on the backburner. Hopefully I will have more time to write once more. Chapter 14 Val took him by the hand and led him from his bedroom, back down the corridor they had come along. It was only just dawning on him that he was not going to be eating dinner in private; he would be going to the main dining room where all the other guests where eating. He worked out that the guest house was not huge, but it was full so there would be quite a few people there, probably all wondering who the young man all dressed in white was. Val had a few guests that were staying for the summer as well as Alex and Wendy, she was sure that they would want to meet little Alex at some point. When they reached the dining room, Wendy was already there sitting at a table, he could see the other place setting so knew that he must be joining her. As he made his way across the room he only really found his eyes meeting with two other ladies sitting together, both looking about the age of Val, wearing sleeveless tops and trousers, one dark hair and the other a blonde. He thought they were quite attractive even though they were older, but looked fit and trim at the same time. They smiled as he walked passed them before taking his seat with Wendy, the only two in the room that made eye contact with him. Val could see they noticed little Alex, “I see that Hannah and Angela have noticed you sweetie” said Val, “they are staying all summer just like you, they come every year for the summer season, selling their clothing at a stall in the summer market. When they are off they love to keep fit, I am sure you will love to meet them at some point”. Alex was ok with the keeping fit side of things, that is why he was always so slender, but he did wonder what they sold, assuming it to be ladies clothing, but he would find out another time. “Now don’t you look a handsome little boy” said Wendy, drawing Alex’s attention back to her and Val, “you look so sweet all dressed in white, we must make sure you have a nice big napkin to keep you clean”. That was when Val reached around him, putting the dark pink napkin in his lap, before tucking another in his shirt collar, draping down his front. Val then left Wendy and Alex to bring out the first course for everyone. They both enjoyed some tomato soup, and then chicken with potatoes before dessert was served. Everyone except Alex had cheesecake, but he was given ice cream with little sugar sprinkles on the top. He wondered why at the time but loved ice cream so didn’t bother to ask. With dinner over, Wendy retired to her room to do some work she had brought from the school, leaving Alex once more in the care of Val. “Now then sweetie” she said to him, removing his napkins and wiping his mouth and face, just like a mother would to a little child, “Why don’t we go for a little walk and I can show you the beach and the seafront”. “Do you need to use the bathroom first” she asked him, just loud enough for Hannah and Angela to overhear, causing a little smile and giggle from them. “I guess I better had” replied Alex, the last thing he wanted was to be caught short. So standing up Val once again led him back through the dining room, before taking him to his bathroom. But what shocked Alex was that she went in with him and without a word, lowered his shorts and training pants before pushing him down onto the toilet seat. “It's ok Alex; I have had a son of my own, so I have seen it all. Now you go pee pee for Aunty Val, I did promise your mummy I would take care of you”. Alex was lost for words, he didn’t know what to say, what to do, so he just sat down and did his best to let his pee flow out. He stood up and was about to pull his pants back up when he got a look from Val that said just one thing, hands off! So instead he just stood still and let her take care of things. She then wiped his little cock softly, before sprinkling some baby powder over it, then sliding his training panties back up. Now she was smoothing them out, rubbing him gently to get a reaction from him. It worked, she was now feeling a little bulge growing in his pants, and Alex was wriggling slowly at her touch, so she carried on. She then had him step out of his shorts, leaving him standing there in just the training pants, socks and trainers. While still rubbing him she reached into a cupboard and pulled out a pair of clear plastic pants, wanting to put him into them as soon as possible. “Now come on sweetie, be a good boy for Aunty Val, lets slip these onto you then we won’t have anything leaking through that we need to worry about”. He was like putty in her hands, the feeling flowing through him once more that he had experienced with Wendy. He put one leg then the other into the pants, before Val slowly lifted them up his smooth legs, pulling them into place. She now need to reward him she thought, let him see how good he was for letting her do this to him. Val now had her hand rubbing and caressing the front of him, her other hand now inside the back of his panties, holding his soft pink botty cheeks. A stray finger slowly edging towards his soft little hole, she knew she would have that one day soon. “Come on sweetie, show Aunty Val what a good boy you are, let it all out, you know you want to cream you soft terry panties, especially now you are safe in your plastic pants”. Alex was now beyond the point of no return, he wanted to release so much, Val had done the same to him that Wendy had before. Then suddenly he tensed up and just as Val’s finger touched his little hole, he squirted into the training pants. “Oh you perfect little darling” said Val to him softly, “I bet that felt so nice didn’t it, I bet you are glad we put your plastic pants on, such a lot of wet sticky cream would have soaked through your new training pants”. Chapter 15 Alex was left standing there with emotions running through his body like nothing he had never felt before. Val had made him feel so special, he wanted to thank her but felt too embarrassed to say anything, he had enjoyed it but it should have felt so bad. He looked at her but just could not bring himself to say anything. Instinct told Val that she had him all mixed up inside, he had been dressed as pure and innocent as possible but still in adult clothes, well on the outside anyway. Then without any fuss she had taken him into the bathroom to use the toilet, before getting him all worked up and making him cum in his little training panties. “Come on sweetie” Val told him, “I think you need a little bit of fresh air to cool you down and let you get a breather”. Val took him by the hand and led him back out into the corridor before heading outside, but not before collecting a small bag. It held a jumper for both of them in case the air got a bit cool, but they where, unknown to Alex both in pale baby pink. She also had two rain capes in there as it had forecast the chance of a shower later in the evening. On the way out through the door Alex passed both Angela and Hannah, both of them giving his bottom a little pat on the way through the door before giggling. It was as though the sound of his plastic pants was echoing to them; he began to wonder if they knew already, or if not, how long it would be before they found out. Leaving the guesthouse entrance, Alex once again found himself hand in hand with Val, well more so Val taking his hand. With every little step he took he could feel the damp patch in the front of his pants pressing against his skin, he knew that if it weren’t for the plastic pants there would be a large wet spot showing. He knew that Val had left him this way for her own enjoyment, but maybe for his own humiliation. But after a while he had gotten used to the feeling and carried on as though nothing mattered. Val carried on walking trying not to look down on her sweet little charge, but she kept having the odd little glance at him, seeing the conflict in his face, looking at the picture of innocence, still dressed all in white. They approached one of the shelters along the sea front so Val decided it was time to sit down and add a layer of clothing now that the sun was setting. Val sat down and lifted Alex onto her knee, the size difference between them making the job quite easy. “I think it’s time for a sweater for both of us sweetie” said Val, “we don’t want to catch cold, your mummy would never forgive me”. “Here we go” said Val reaching into her bag and pulling out two sweaters, “I hope you don’t mind that I got matching ones for us, they where the first ones I grabbed out of the cupboard”. Val tried to make it sound like a coincidence she had picked two pale pink sweaters, but that had been her plan all along. “I guess it doesn’t matter” replied Alex, “it’s not as though mine is a girls or ladies one”, not really knowing one way or the other just making a logical assumption. “It does feel really soft though” said Alex, “it will keep me nice and warm”. Val proceeded to dress Alex in his new sweater knowing full well that it was a girls, it was also a mix of lamb’s wool and angora, designed to be super soft on smooth skin. She knew only too well that it would tingle the soft blonde hairs on his arms; what few of them there were. She then proceeded to put her own on, before giving Alex a small carton of juice with a little straw in it. When they set off again, Alex once again hand in hand with Val, they looked like mother and child, from a distance they could have been mistaken for mother and daughter with Alex dressed in pink and white. Val now understood more and more why his mom wanted him back as her little one, he was so unassuming and innocent with regards to the big wide world, he needed the close love and attention, and so far that is what he had been getting. Alex finished his drink while walking along, Val pointing out small things along the way; the best part of the beach; where he could swim and where to get the best ice cream. Alex tried to pay attention but was having a bigger problem, the need for the bathroom. The little mess he had made in his trainer pants earlier, combined with the carton of juice now meant he needed to visit the bathroom. “Erm Aunty Val” said Alex, wondering what to say, “is there anywhere with a bathroom nearby, I need to use one”. Val thought for a moment, wondering whether it was too soon to have Alex wet himself, she so wanted to but decided that outdoors would be unfair to him. “Come on sweetie, there are some toilets further along” she said, “can you be a good boy and hold on for me, it’s not far”. Alex had little choice but to carry on hoping that he wouldn’t leak anything, he was now quite relieved to be wearing the plastic pants. They soon reached the bathroom but there was a sign on the door of the mens room saying it was out of order, saying the next was about 15 mins away. He knew he could not hold for that long so rather than take a boy into the ladies; Val opened the door to the baby change room, knowing it would be empty this time in the evening, then pulling Alex in behind her. To avoid adults using this room as a toilet, there was only a potty chair in the corner suitable for a child, so Val told Alex he would have to use it. To stop him getting his white shorts dirty by touching the floor, Val insisted that he take them off first. So he soon found himself sitting on a child’s potty, wearing only his trainers and socks with his white polo and pink jumper. With Alex looking down, Val took the opportunity to take a quick picture of him, before sending it to his mum. “Are you all done sweetie” said Val bringing him back to his senses, “stand up so I can wipe you dry”. Val took hold of his little cock and gently dabbed it dry with some paper, still seeing the remains of the shiny cum glistening on his skin. “I think that we will have to give someone a shower when they get home, you really did fill your panties for Aunty Val didn’t you, you where such a good boy”. Those words from Val only had one effect on young Alex, I made him excited once again, but all Val did this time was to clean him further with his cloth training pants. When she finished, she held them out and looked at Alex, “You can’t wear these back home, they are far to damp for your delicate skin” “I am afraid that you will just have to wear your plastic pants under your shorts, but I am sure that you will be ok” “Come on; let me put them back on you”. Val slid the plastic pants back up his legs, fitting them over his bottom and pulling them up at the front, but his now semi stiff cock pointing upright beneath the soft PVC. She then helped him back into his shorts, fastening them up, and then patting the front of them. “Come on sweetie” said Val gathering their things, “time to head back I think”. The first few steps Alex took where the strangest ever to him, the soft PVC now caressing him with every step he took, making him harder and harder. But Val just gently smiled at him, wondering how long he could hold on for. Chapter 16 The light was beginning to fade as the sun started to set out over the sea, the temperature still relatively warm but the need for the soft jumper Alex was wearing justified with the sea breeze. It was the first time he had really noticed the small resort he would be spending his summer in, somewhere he could feel safe, already finding himself being very intimately cared for by Val and Wendy. As they carried on along the sea front back towards Val’s guesthouse, Alex found himself getting more and more excited within the confines of his plastic pants, the soft smooth PVC encasing his little private parts, rubbing him slowly with each step he took. Val knew full well the effect it was having on little Alex but was not letting up and carried on walking, her hand gripping tightly to that of Alex, making sure the pace was kept up. As they approached the shelter they stopped at on the way down, the sky clouded over very quickly from the land, a few droplets of rain starting to fall. They just made it in time before the rain got heavier; joined at the same time by two ladies that had come from the opposite direction. It was only when they all met at the same side of the shelter that Alex could see it was the two ladies from the guest house that had spoken to him earlier; Hannah and Angela. “Hello there sweetie” said Hannah, surprised to see Alex standing there, “don’t you look all nice and warm in that soft pink sweater” “I might have to ask Val where she got that, I would love one like that myself, it looks so soft and girlish, maybe Val will take us shopping for one”. Val looked down at her little companion, she loved how embarrassed he would get but still not say anything. “I think I can find time to show you where they came from” said Val, “it would be a good idea to get another for Alex for these cooler summer evenings, maybe one in lemon or white, what do you think Alex”? Alex was caught with nowhere to go, he had to be good and didn’t want to anger Val, even though the colours she mentioned where just as childish and girlish as the pink one he was wearing. “Maybe it would be a good idea” replied Alex, “it does feel nice and warm”. He answered as best he could hope that in time they would forget about the idea. “It looks like this rain is set for the evening” said Angela, “I do hope you have a coat to keep your soft wool nice and dry Alex”. But before he could answer Val had her hand in the bag she was carrying, “I thought I would bring these just in case” replied Val pulling out a folded up PVC raincoat, “you never can tell with this sea air”. Hannah took the coat from Val and opened it up, letting out a pleasant smile and little giggle when she saw that it was pale pink, but still see-through. “Come along Alex” she said, “let me help you on with this then you can be on your way, back home to nice warm bath before bedtime”. Hannah held the coat out while Alex slipped his arms in without any arguments; it was soft and smooth, and quite figure hugging to him. Hannah smiled to him as she closed the front and did up the buttons. Her hands smoothed it out around his body, only then did she hear the rustling of his panties, those plastic ones that had caressed him all the way to his present location. Val could see that Alex was getting embarrassed again, his shorts slightly tenting at the front again, she wondered if he would react to Hannah touching him the same as when she did. “Please excuse me for a moment” said Val, “I need to make a phone call, and I just remembered I had forgotten to order something for tomorrow”. “Now Alex, you stay here with Hannah, I will be just around the corner”. All of the phone call talk had been an excuse made up by Val, but none of them knew that apart from her. Once Val was around the corner, Hannah sat down on the bench and lifted Alex onto her lap, holding him close with one arm, her other hand now resting on top of the bulge in his pants. “Do you like your plastic pants sweetie” she whispered to him, “I bet they are so soft and smooth rubbing on your little pee pee, have you already been naughty in them”? Alex just looked at her and nodded, he knew that without anyone stopping her, he would soon have another mess in them. Hannah now had her hand inside the shorts and was playing with him, rubbing him slowly, telling him quietly and softly that he was such a sweet boy. “You are going to make the perfect little one for your mummy” said Hannah to him, something which he secretly wanted but had still never let out. “Now be a good little boy and fill your panties for Aunty Hannah, let all that boyish little cream out”. This was getting too much for him, his body tensed up more and more with each touch from Hannah, until she whispered one last comment, “You will be doing this lots and lots when with me, I guarantee” That sent Alex over the edge; he began to spurt more of his creamies into the panties. Chapter 17 Hannah held Alex close while he did his best to regain his composure, there was a grin on her face from side to side, enjoying so much what she had just put the poor boy through, but now looking forward even more to the next time she play with him. Alex was coming back to his senses when he felt Angela run her fingers through his hair, “Awww, such a sweet little boy” she told him, “I can’t wait to go swimming with you tomorrow”! Alex new nothing about this but felt strangely comfortable with all the ladies he was now acquainted with, no matter what they seemed to be doing to him. He had been through so many emotions so far but all of them so pleasurable. Val had finished her so called phone call and re-appeared from the other side, but she had been watching Alex without him knowing, loving every moment of it. But now was the time to take him home and get him settled for the night, he had had quite a day so far and must have been exhausted. “Come along little one” said Val, “I think it is about time we were going, I am sure that you will have plenty of time to play with Hannah and Angela”. Alex just blushed at the thought, wondering what Val meant, but his mind was brought back to the present moment as soon as he stood up. All that fluid was now gathering once more in the bottom of his plastic panties. His little balls now coated in the emissions that both Val and Hannah had coaxed from him. So finally with his pink PVC raincoat fastened up, his hood pulled up, Val took him by the hand and they set off back towards the guesthouse. The walk back was quiet, neither saying much, both getting covered in the rain that was still falling, but Alex quite happy to be dry in his coat, even if it was pink. Once safely back indoors, Val helped him off with his coat. “Well I think it is time for you to go have a bath” said Val, “I am sure that your pants must be quite full by now, I can’t leave you in them, now can I”. Val led him upstairs back towards his bathroom, to be greeted by Wendy coming out of her room, “Well hello sweetheart” said Wendy, “I hope you have had a nice walk”. “Are we going for a nice warm bath”? “Yes” replied Val before Alex could speak, “his little underwear didn’t last too long”, “But it is ok, his plastic pants managed to hold all his little messes, so I think it time to get him cleaned up before bed”. “Well I can’t let you do all the work” said Wendy, “you go and check that all is ok with the staff and guests, I will get Alex started with the bath”. Wendy took Alex to his bathroom, and then started the water running in the bath while she slowly proceeded to remove his clothes. Alex felt a little nervous as this was the first time Wendy had actually seen him totally naked. While she turned off the water, Alex was left to stand in just his plastic panties, the see-through PVC doing nothing to hide all the cumsie sloshing around inside. Wendy turned around to look at him, knowing full well what had happened, Val actually messaged her earlier to let her know what fun they had been having. “My oh my” she exclaimed trying to be surprised, “you really have been enjoying yourself haven’t you”. She spread a towel on the floor, then slowly lowered the panties from Alex, strings of white cum hanging from his skin, leaving his little cock and balls all shiny. Once he had stepped out of them she wondered for a moment, thinking would he taste it, but then thought that could wait for another time. “Right then, into the bath with you” said Wendy, “I will just wash these out in the sink then we can make sure that you are all clean”. Alex lowered himself into the water, sinking slowly under all the soft bubbles that now surrounded him, trying his best to wash as quickly as possible. He looked around for a sponge but there was none to be found, a washcloth neither, he now knew he would not be washing himself. “Right then little one” said Wendy, turning her attention back to him, now holding a large sponge in her hands, “let’s get you all washed and clean, then Val will be back to get you dressed for bed”. “But...but..but” stammered Alex, “I can wash myself if you give me the sponge, I am sure I can manage”. “Nonsense” replied Wendy, kneeling down at the side of the bath, “we all promised your mummy that we would take good care of you, and so that is what we will do”! With that she put her fingers in the bubbles and then brought some up and dabbed them onto Alex’s nose, causing Alex to giggle as he accepted his fate, he could never go against his mums wishes no matter how strange they seemed. Wendy then plunged the sponge in to the water, then brought it up to Alex’s chest and began to wash him, making sure that no place was left untouched. With the top of his body done, Wendy had Alex get on his hands and knees in the bath, where she proceeded to wash his bottom before turning her attention to between his legs. Alex was giggling like a little girl while this was happening; she had now found his ticklish week spot. She slowly washed every part of his little body; his balls, and then finally his little pee pee. He could not help it when it started to grow under her soft touch, but this time he would not be getting any relief from it, the ladies had decided that he had gone through enough today. Just as Wendy finished washing him, Val returned to the bathroom with a very large white fluffy towel in her arms. She could help but laugh when she saw little Alex on his hands and knees in the water, still with a big pile of bubbles sitting on his bottom. “Come on sweetie, it’s time to get you out before you get addicted to those bubbles” said Val, still chuckling to herself. She waited for Wendy to pour some water over Alex’s bottom, before helping him to stand up, then wrapping the big warm fluffy towel around him. “Now don’t you look all snug and warm in there” said Wendy, “I think I can leave you safe in Val’s arms for the rest of the night”. With that she kissed Alex on his head, and then left Val to dry Alex off and get him ready for bed. Leaving the bathroom and going back into Alex’s bedroom, the first thing Alex noticed layed out on his bed was the big white fluffy towelling nappy and the plastic pants that his mum had packed and sent with him.
  2. Practice Makes Perfect

    We were still together, that was a start. After what I had done I would nt have blamed my wife Poppy if she had slapped my face,thrown me out of our marital home of three years and changed all the locks. I'd lost count how many times I'd asked myself how could I have been so stupid. Yes, it was nt a long sordid affair, it was just one drunken mistake but why did it have to be with Lola, Poppy's best friend of over 20 years and why it Gods name did it have to end with Lola pregnant with my child. That news alone could have broken Poppy as we'd had no luck after trying for a child over the last 12 months. It's not as if they are similar, Poppy I'd always describe as a "skinny blonde", quite quiet and shy but with a smile that would light up any room she walked into. Lola on the other hand was what many in the pub called "a mouthy piece", dark hair and far thicker set than Poppy, she bore more than a passing resemblance to English Celebrity chef Nigella Lawson. I did nt think she was my type but Mr Jim Beam had proved to me different. I still think back to how I found myself in Lola's company when Poppy had gone to stay at her mothers house up North for the weekend. Time has dulled even the smallest memories of the night, a quick fumble in a drunken haze that left neither of us exactly sexually fulfilled but created a new life. I can Just about recall the horror we both felt in the morning as we woke up in the same bed and perhaps we would and could have kept it a secret from my lovely Poppy and everyone else if it was nt for 'Junior' That day, sitting next to Poppy, holding her hand, as I confessed to my indiscretion was one memory I would happily wipe from my mind. The hurt on her pretty face was heart breaking, never had I felt such a let down as the horrible news sank in with the love of my life. The days of tears that followed almost drove me to the point of suicide. I could nt bear my Princess being in such emotional pain. 6 months down the line things had improved, whilst it was never far from our minds, Lola's growing tummy helped that, it did nt dominate our lives. Our relationship dynamics had changed over the time, always mindful that I had almost finished our marriage, I became more passive, Poppy on the other hand had began to assert herself becoming the dominant one whereas before she'd been happy to let me the lead the way. The friendship between Poppy and Lola had also changed too, bizarrely it had got stronger, they saw each other much more regularly then before she was pregnant, Lola was a constant visitor to our home. I was never sure whether it was because Poppy wanted to keep reminding me of my mistake or whether she was keen to have an input in the little life created by her two closest friends. I of course tried to avoid being left on my own with Lola. Whilst I was sure that I/we would never make the same mistake again there was no reason to tempt fate. If Lola and myself were in the same room I’d always use Poppy as a screen, Poppy was always between myself and Lola which meant that I’ve never had to address the ‘baby situation’ and how the birth will affect the rest of our lives. That was until that fateful day. I had sensed that something was up on the Friday after returning home from work. Poppy was very quiet and whilst that was nt unusual her eyes showed that she was deep in thought. “Dan” she eventually broke the silence. “Yes sweet” I replied “We need to talk about Lola and the baby” It was the first time she’d used the b word in my presence. “Of course dear, I know I made the biggest mistake of my life but with your help I can do the right thing going forward” “The right thing?” Poppy smirked “The right thing would have to keep your thing in your trousers and we would nt be in this situation” I nodded silently as Poppy continued. “As you know, your baby has only a few months before it arrives and prior to that there are going to be some changes” Poppy went on to explain that Lola’s small one bedroom flat was wholly unsuitable for a child to grow up in. And that the tomorrow (Saturday) Lola would be moving into our 4 bedroom townhouse. That way she could help with child and I’d be able to do my job and provide for my offspring. Twice I tried to interrupt Poppy but with a finger lifted to her lips she dismissed my protestations. “Also as a first time Mother and with no siblings or other children in the family Lola is very nervous about looking after a baby” “She’s going to need some help, and that’s where you come in” Keen to stay on Poppy’s good side I would have done almost anything. “Of course Princess, let me know what I can do” Poppy just smiled “Good boy”
  3. So, just to prove to everyone I'm not actually dead, I'm reposting this, a little short I whipped up for a contest on another forum last month. Hope you enjoy! -------------------------------- 1 Being a short man in a tall man's world had been one long, 27-year string of disappointments for poor Michael. From being bullied at school to being passed over for promotion after promotion at his modest job in the accounting firm, it seemed the only attention Mike ever got was the kind he didn't want. The worst of it all, though, was being all the ladies'
  4. Commenti and FAV on DeviantArt http://cyatommorrow.deviantart.com/art/Stranded-and-Diapered-653691637 Part One: Stranded The Thousand Sunny cruised through smooth waters as Robin lounged on the deck, drinking one of the drinks Sanji had prepared for her. She sat the beverage down and resumed reading the archeology book that she was midway through completing. This day had been a day where all the Straw Hats were able to unwind and relax while continuing their journey to the Grand Line. The tranquility wouldn't last as a fierce storm began blowing towards their location. Luckily for our heroes, Nami was always vigilant and kept an eye out for any anomalies in regards to the climate. She stood still and listened to the increasing winds. Nami instantly knew a Cyclone was incoming at a tremendous rate of speed. "Everyone take cover! "The Straw Hat's navigator yelled out. Luffy and the rest of the crew quickly made their way below deck, but Robin had tripped while running for cover. The wind threw the girl towards the ocean and Nami chased after her endangered crew mate, disregarding her own safety as she ran towards the bow of the ship. The redhead dived for Robin and was able to grab the brunette's hand just before she fell off the deck. Nami's tight grip saved Robin from falling into the turbulent sea. She tried to pull Robin back onto the deck and almost succeeded in rescuing her friend. However, the velocity of the winds picked up and pulled the two women into the violent sky. Robin and Nami looked around in fear as they were being pulled into the eye of the storm. Robin noticed that they were being thrown far from the ship. The archeologist rarely felt scared, but being at the mercy of mother nature could instill terror into the toughest of souls. Nami tried to call out to Robin, but the roar of the wind made any communication impossible. The ladies couldn't see where they were about to land, but they seemed to be falling rapidly back down to the ocean. With a mighty splash the Straw Hat women landed into the calm water. The redhead turned around and looked towards the beach where Robin was sitting in the shallow water. Judging by her appearance, she was still in one piece. Nami swam for the tropical beach which seemed peaceful enough. The navigator got to her feet and looked up to see that the storm was now in the distance. She could tell that they were miles away from not only the storm, but the Thousand Sunny. "Robin, are you okay? " Nami asked as the brunette made her way ashore. Robin stood up and started wringing her clothes to remove the sea water. "Well, I could be better." The archeologist paused while taking in her surroundings. "Seems like the storm is pretty far away. I don't know which island we're on. Do you know if there were any islands near the course you plotted for the Thousand Sunny?" "That's the thing. I recall seeing a few small islands, but they were over twenty miles away from the Thousand Sunny's charted course." Nami appeared to be in deep thought. "I'm not even sure if we're on one those islands either. " "So we're on an uncharted island then?" Robin said with a sigh. "Then I suppose we'll need to find some way off of it. Clearly swimming isn't an option, so we'll need to see if we can get a boat and get back to the ship." "That's a great idea. We can build a boat and- Wait a minute! Do you see that smoke in the distance?!" Nami exclaimed as she looked inland, towards the jungle, where a rising column of black smoke rose from the treetops. Robin nodded. "That must be a fire. Do you think that it's from someone's camp?" she asked. "Yeah, or the lightning could have started it." Both ladies ran towards the interior of the island where the smoke was originating from. They traversed uneven terrain and jumped over large fallen palm trees. Once they made it through the jungle, they both found themselves on a cobblestone path, staring at the massive stone dwellings that towered over them. "These buildings are huge! " Nami shouted from the sheer surprise at finding such imposing structures. Robin stared upwards. "I'm...not sure as to why these buildings would be this large." she said. "Hopefully we can find someone that can help us out." The ladies walked past a stone wall and up to a large wooden door."Think that we should knock and see if we can find out if anyone has a boat here?" "Yeah, that's probably a good idea. " Nami knocks on the door and waits for a response. A large man answers the door. "May I ask what you little girls want today? Do your parents know you're out of the house?" The large man condescendingly questioned the women. "L-Little girls? Sorry sir, but we are both adult women. You...are rather large though, I can see why you would assume that we're children." Robin said. "Anyway, may we come inside?" Robin asked graciously. "Sure you are." The man replied sarcastically. "I don't have time to babysit you. Go next door for that nonsense." The giant stated as he closed his front door. Robin and Nami both looked at each other. "That man was incredibly rude." Nami huffed. "I agree. Let's try the next house." Robin replied. Both pirates turned around from the rude giant's house and walked up to a very extravagant looking manor. The entrance consisted of ornate granite columns which stood atop an equally fancy set of stairs which led to the front door. Robin admired the carved images on the Oak door as Nami knocked on it. A few moments passed before the door slowly opened, revealing an Amazon. She stood twelve feet tall and was quite fit. "We hate to bother you, but we are stranded on this island and need to find someone who can build us a boat." Robin explained to the towering woman before her. "Sadly we are a very isolated people. We sometimes have curious young men and women who go out on journeys, but seldom return. I assume they must find what they're looking for in the world." The giantess looked away as if in deep thought. " I must admit that I envy them. I have tried for a long time to achieve my dream, but as the years slip by, I find myself further away from acquiring my purpose in life." She sighed. Nami felt the Amazon was getting a bit ahead of herself. "I'm sorry to hear that. Miss uh, may I ask what your name is? " "I'm Felicity Stone. My family were stone masons on this island for generations. I'm the last living descendent of my lineage on the island." The statuesque woman explained while getting that far away look in her eye. "What are your names?" "I'm Nami." The navigator quickly answered. "And I'm Robin." The brunette introduced herself. "Well, now that we're all properly acquainted. Would you like to come inside and join me for tea?" The Amazon offered. The girls nodded and are allowed entry. They immediately notice all the large baby toys and items strewn about the living room as they walk through with Felicity. "Do you babysit children?" Robin asked the Amazon. "You're very observant. As a matter of fact I'm the main babysitter in the village because I love babies. I was never able to have my own because I never married." Felicity explained. "How come you never got married?" Nami questioned her host. Felicity gave Nami a sour look. "Well, I guess I am simply unlucky in love." "Sorry to hear about that." Robin said before Nami could say anything more to aggravate the giant. "Maybe you could adopt a child?" Felicity perked up at Robin's suggestion. "That's definitely a great idea. In the meantime why don't you two make yourselves at home while I prepare lunch." "Thank you, ma'am." Robin replied as she walked up to the huge couch and tried to get up to the seats. Smirking, she simply used her Devil Fruit powers to carry her onto the couch. Nami stared at the couch and wondered how she was going to get to where Robin was currently sitting. Her thoughts were interrupted as Felicity picked her up from beneath Her armpits and sat her next to Robin. "Don't be afraid to ask for help, okay? " Nami blushed slightly. "Okay." Felicity had witnessed Robin's display of her unique Devil's Fruit abilities and knew she had to put a stop to that. The Amazon knew the perfect solution to stop Robin's powers. Her family had mined Sea Stones for the Navy and had even made all sorts of talismans carved from the stones. Felicity needed an opportunity to give the girl one of her necklaces. Robin sat on the couch and looked over at Nami. "While we have encountered Giants before, I have never been on an island full of them. This could be a very interesting experience." She stated thoughtfully. "Yeah, we could even check out the market later and see if they have some unique things to buy for the Thousand Sunny." Felicity smiled and quietly left the room while the girls continued to chat. "It would certainly be interesting having such things on our ship." Robin replied. "Yeah, but we don't have any Beri and no place to stay in case we're stuck overnight." Nami paused for a moment. "You think Felicity will let us stay the night?" Felicity returned from the back of the house with a necklace in her hand that was sized perfectly for Robin. "I couldn't help, but over hear that you're in need of a place to stay tonight. You're both welcome to spend the night if you like." Robin smiled at her. "Thank you." The brunette noticed the jewelry that Felicity held. "That's a beautiful necklace you have there." "Thank you very much. It's actually an old bracelet from my great grandma. However, it could certainly work as a necklace for you." The giantess held the item in front of the tiny ladies who admired it as she continued on. "I've been trying to sell it at the market, but it's hard to sell antiques on this island. I'm only asking twenty thousand Beri for it, but I could give it to you for half that amount." Felicity held the necklace in front of Robin. The archeologist admired the intricate design of the stone. "I'm sorry, but I don't have any money on me." Robin answered. "How about a compromise. I'll give you the necklace now and you can get the Beri to me once you return to your ship. Deal?" "Hmm, alright. We have a deal." Robin held her hand out and Felicity gave the small woman the necklace. "Thank you. It's hard to support myself on just babysitting alone. Diapers, baby food and all the accessories don't buy themselves." Felicity smiled as Robin put the necklace on. "It really looks good on you." Nami complimented. "I agree with your friend. It's like it was made for you." Felicity added with a smile. Robin grinned. "I think I'm going to keep it on then. I'm sorry to hear about your money troubles at the moment, although there doesn't seem to be much you could really do. Perhaps maybe we could help in some way?" "I'm not sure how you could help me, especially when you're stranded on my island, but I greatly appreciate the offer." "I don't know what Nami and I would do without your hospitality. We would be happy to help you out in anyway that we can. " Robin replied. "You're both such kind and polite guests. Now then, I was just going to make some tea for lunch, but I'm willing to bet that you're both hungry. If you would like, I can cook you girls something to eat for lunch." Felicity graciously offered. Robin and Nami both smiled at her. "Thank you. I do feel a bit hungry. I could probably eat anything you make, although I would like a cup of tea to go with it if that's not too much trouble." Robin stated. Felicity nods. "That's perfectly fine. I'm afraid I only have macaroni and cheese or I can make you some chicken noodle soup." "Soup sounds good to me. " Nami replied. "I agree. Soup sounds fine." Robin added. "Can we help or are we too small?" Nami questioned. "Not to be rude, but you're both going to have to sit in the high chairs because of your size. So, I'm sorry to say you can't help out." "Seriously? High chairs?! " Nami said incredulously. "I'm afraid so. I don't want you two getting hurt or worse. We don't have a hospital or even a clinic on this island. It's best to play it safe. You understand, right? " The Amazon offered. "Why do we have to sit in high chairs? Why can't we just eat on the floor?" Nami questioned. "Because adults eat at the table and not on the floor." Felicity chuckled slightly in response to Nami's proposal. "I suppose if it's for our safety than we have no choice." Robin said with a sigh. "Come on, Nami. There's nothing else she can do." Felicity smiled and scooped both girls up and carried them on her hips to the high chairs. "I can walk you know!" Nami stated in an annoyed tone. "Nami, I'm sure that it's easier this way. It would take us longer to reach the chairs if we walked and then you wouldn't even be able to get into them." Robin said. "Now stop being so rude." "Alright, but I still think this is unnecessary." Nami retorted. Felicity helped Robin into the pink, wooden high chair first and strapped her in. She repeated the process with an unhappy Nami before returning to the simmering water on the stove. She threw in some vegetables, seasonings and noodles. "This better be the only indignity we have to deal with." Nami stubbornly replied. Robin rolled her eyes. "I don't like this either. We just need to put up with it for now. We're tiny compared to everyone else on the island, so might have to deal with some things like this while we're here." "Fine, but we need to get a boat soon and get back to the crew." Felicity came over to Robin and put a bib on her. "Now you girls don't fuss. I would hate for your clothes to get messy. " Robin blushed as the bib was put onto her. "Well...I suppose if it is necessary..." Felicity puts a bib on a struggling Nami. "It is. You two have no clothing and if you get your outfits messy then I don't have anything else for you to wear." Felicity walks back to the stove and pours two small bowls of soup for the girls. She brings the bowl over to Robin first and sets it down on the highchair's tray. Next she grabs the other bowl of soup and puts it in front of Nami. Each woman gets a baby spoon to eat their soup. "Enjoy." Felicity says as she returns to the stove to start brewing some tea. "I must admit, this is probably the most embarrassing situation that we have ever had to put up with." Robin paused with a blush. She took her spoon and began to have some of the soup. "At the very least this is some delicious food." "I agree on both counts." Nami ate her soup slowly as she realized that she needed to use the restroom. "Felicity, where is the bathroom? " "It's upstairs. Do you need to use the potty?" Felicity asked. "Umm..." Nami blushed hearing the infantile word for a toilet. "I am just wondering where it is in case I need to go later." Nami figured she would just wait for lunch to be over. She could wait that long. "You can have Felicity carry you to bathroom, it's nothing to be embarrassed about." Robin said with a smile as she ate her soup slowly, taking time to savor the flavor of it before eating some more. Nami ignored Robin and simply hoped that the meal would end soon. However, lunch seemed to drag on for Nami. The awkwardness of eating food in a high chair, while wearing a pink bib, had yet to dissipate for the Navigator. She only hoped see wouldn't have to do this again. The only thing that made this embarrassing situation endurable was the good soup. Once lunch was over she would use the toilet on her own without being carried around like a baby. "Tea is ready! " Felicity announced happily to her guests as she poured a couple cups and brought a cup to each girl. Nami didn't really want anymore to drink, but she also didn't want to insult Felicity. At least the tea was in a nice cup and not a sippy cup or something as infantile as that, Nami thought before taking a sip. Robin thanked Felicity when the full cup of tea was set onto the tray, replacing her empty bowl of soup. She began to slowly sip the tea and grinned at the taste. "It is quite nice. May I have a bit more after this cup?" "Certainly." Felicity responded cheerfully while Nami silently drank from her cup. Nami started thinking about the giant bowls, furniture and then came to the logical conclusion that giant toilets would most likely be in a giant's bathroom. With this unwanted epiphany Nami couldn't enjoy her tea like her crew mate did. Robin, despite being infinitely more intelligent than Nami, did not come to this same conclusion because she wasn't needing to use the restroom like her crew mate and thus had no need to contemplate such things. The brunette sipped the tea, enjoying it until the cup was empty. She waited for more with a smile. "Isn't this tea wonderful?" she asked the navigator. "It's good." Nami replied. She was focusing on trying to hold her bladder and wanted nothing more than lunch time to come to an end.
  5. Love

    Chapter 1. Mary Harwood shaded her eyes from the bright afternoon sun and watched her boyfriend expertly dribble past two defenders before crossing the ball into the penalty area. One of his team mates rose high in the air and headed the ball into the top right hand corner of the goal. A loud cheer erupted from the crowd as the referee blew his whistle and pointed at the centre spot. Peter
  6. I recently ordered a CB3000. I can't wait to lock myself up in it and then wear it beneath my diaper. My ultimate fantasy would be for my wife to lock my little manhood up and keep me in diapers. When not diapered then panties would be my only option. Dresses, skirts, nothing masculine or adult unless absolutely necessary.
  7. At the End of Her Tether Part 1 Jill grimaced as she sorted out the weeks wash. Five pairs of John's jockey shorts had brown streaks in the back and they all needed soaking in Napisan. Six months into their marriage and she felt she was falling into the role of Mother, rather than wife. Grimly, she inverted each pair of underpants so the unpleasant soiling was on full display. "John?" She called. "Can you come down here, we need to talk." She heard footsteps on the landing above. "What is it, I'm busy!" The irritation in his voice goaded an angry reply. "I need to talk to you right now," Jill snapped back. Since he had lost his job, he had let himself go completely, blaming depression. Her sharp tone worked and moments later her husband entered the kitchen, still in his pajamas. He paled as she pointed at his dirty underwear, "This stops now!" She snapped. "You are 29 years old behaving like a 4 year old toddler!" John was frozen, mortified by shame as her tirade continued. "Your toileting habits are revolting. You never clean the bowl from poo that you leave spread over the sides, you piss over the seat and floor, you leave poo and pee stains in your knickers." John hung his head, the shame filling his eyes with tears. Exasperated, Jill threw her arms in the air. "Again! Now the tears start!" She relented and embraced him, hugging him to her bosom. "John?" She lifted his tear stained face to hers. "We will work through this together, and get you back on normal track, OK?" He nodded. She cupped his unshaven face in her hands. "I want my husband back," she said in a soft condescending tone. "I need you to give me a baby. At the moment, you are the baby of his household and we have to make you grown up again, don't we?" She continued to hold his face in her hands and John managed to nod with his eyes. She could smell his body odour now, evidence that he had not showered for at least two days. "I will be your mommy and you will be my little boy, OK?" John nodded. "And you will do what Mommy tells you, OK?" John nodded. "Say 'yes mommy,'" Jill prompted. "Yes Mommy," John whispered. Jill unbuttoned his pajama top, removing the garment completely. She pulled down his bottoms and was shocked as she touched a wet sticky patch. Jill silently fumed to herself, realizing her husband had been upstairs masturbating to material on the internet. Silently she pulled the soiled garment away as John stepped out of it. His underpants were yanked down and Jill almost gagged at the revolting sight resting in the seat. She held the offending article up to his eyes. "Now you know why Mommy has got to take control, don't you?" "Yes Mommy," he replied meekly. She was surprised at how compliant he had become now she was asserting herself. Here is was, completely naked and looking like a lost little boy. Jill pointed at a corner in the kitchen. "Go and stand there and wait while Mommy soaks your pooey underpants," she ordered. John shuffled over at watched her fill a bucket. Jill twirled a finger. "Now turn round and face the wall and John?" she deliberately paused until he looked up at her. "Put your thumb in your mouth please.." Startled, John looked awkward. "Please Jill.." "Mommy to you," She snapped. "And do what your told. Deflated, John slowly moved his right digit to his mouth and turned to face the wall. Part 2. John stood behind Jill as she filled the sink with warm water. Jill then placed a large plastic tub on the kitchen tiles and told John to stand inside. “Jill, I mean Mommy, I can wash myself, you know?” Jill grabbed his wrist and guided his thumb to his mouth. “That stays in until Mommy says, OK?” Defiantly, John pulled his thumb out. “No!” he barked. “You are treating me like a baby, it is humiliating!” This time Jill ignored the tears welling up in his eyes and pushed his thumb back into place. “You agreed that I was to take control, and that means to do what I say.” Again, he removed his thumb. “You can’t make me,” he spat stubbornly. Jill swung her right so fast that John saw nothing until her palm cracked against his jaw. He stumbled backwards, tripping over the plastic bowl and falling to the floor. Opening a drawer, Jill picked out her largest wooden spoon and reached down to painfully grip John’s ear. “Up,” she ordered. John, his face ashen with fear and pain, scrambled to his feet, yelping out load as she twisted his ear callously. She had known John now for a year and had never struck him before, but strangely she felt gratified by the act. She wielded the wooden spoon with a couple of hard swats on his buttocks and thighs, causing an agreeable painful scream from her injured husband. It wasn’t that he was smaller, or weaker than herself but she had suspected for a long time that he needed someone more powerful and assertive in his life. Jill pointed at the plastic bowl. “Shall we start again?” Defeated and trembling, John stepped into the bowl and allowed Jill to guide his thumb to its rightful abode. John flinched as she pushed the wooden spoon under his nose. “That stays in, and you stay silent, do you understand?” John nodded, his eyes showing fresh wetness. Jill returned to the sink and filled a small jug with warm water which she poured over John’s head. A squeeze of shampoo followed and she lathered his hair. “Now,” Jill said. “Treating you like a baby? I don’t think that is fair.” She wiped some soap away from his eyes. “You have been behaving like a baby with your revolting toilet habits and lazy slovenly lifestyle.” She poured fresh water over his head, rinsing the soap away. Next, she twisted a cloth flannel into a sharp point and started reaming out his ear canals. John painfully yelped as she twisted the cloth around his ear. “When I married you,” she continued. “I thought you were going to love and cherish me. Keep me and give me babies, but it has not been like that, has it?” John started to remove his thumb but Jill slapped his arm. “Keep it there,” she snapped. “I don’t want to hear what you have got to say. I have heard and seen enough now.” She rinsed the flannel and started in earnest on the other ear. “John, my dear baby-boy husband, you have betrayed me, lied to me and betrayed me.” Jill applied some soap to the cloth and vigorously started rubbing down his torso. “I suspected your manliness when you can’t stay hard in bed, when you make pathetic excuses not to make love to me. Meaning I was to stay childless while we where together. Arms up!” Obediently John complied while his wife washed his arm pits. More rinsing water followed. “But, every since we have known each other, you have consciously been leaving me hints and clues about what sort of relationship you wanted with me.” Jill applied the flannel to his groin, ignoring the painful jumps and groans. “What hurt me was the masturbating to your fantasy world on the internet. Emptying your seed into your underpants and jammies, knowing I was going to find the stains.” John gasped as she yanked back his foreskin and roughly scrubbed the soiled glands beneath. “Then came the soiled pants.. and now we are here. Mommy is taking control now.” Jill discarded the flannel into the sink, before rummaging around in the cupboard beneath, retrieving rubber gloves and an old floor cloth. John watched apprehensively as she pulled on the gloves. “Bend over now, Mommy has some heavy duty cleaning to do.” Part 3. Jill pulled his thumb out of his mouth as she toweled him dry. His penis responded to the handling by swelling and comically bobbing around in front. She tapped it with her fingers. “Rule number one,” she said sternly. “I don’t trust you. You must understand that, don’t you? You have lost my trust and it will take a lot to get it back. So, every rule from now on reflects the fact you are, in my eyes, no longer a man, you are a child, my child to care for and guide.” Jill pinched his chin and lifted his mortified eyes to hers. “So if you don’t like any of the other rules I am going to lay down in this house, you have only yourself to blame. I will not be trusting you with anything for a long time, got it?” Sheepishly, John nodded. Jill smiled and leant forward and kissed him on the lips. “Now John, my precious baby-boy husband, I am going to show you around your new home.” Her hand brushed against his erection. “Ahh,” she laughed, “I better tell you Rule number two, would you like to hear it?” John gasped as Jill gripped his penis firmly. “No more playing with yourself. Got it?” John nodded. “From now on,” Jill said. “I want to be responsible for your orgasm, OK? I may want your sperm inside me, or I would like to be involved every time you cum, OK?” John nodded again, a brightness showing in his eyes at last. Jill smiled and kissed him again. “Of course,” she grinned. “I won’t be trusting you. I will take steps to ensure your complete compliance.” She lightly slapped his bottom and held out her hand. John took it. “So this is your new kitchen.” Jill pointed at one of the fold up plastic chairs, normally reserved for an overspill of guests. “You will sit at the table only on that chair.” She pointed at the matching upholstered chairs. “Those are reserved for adults and I definitely don’t want any Poo stains on them.” Jill pointed at the fridge and cupboards. “Those are off-limits, only Mommy is allowed in them. I will prepare all my little boy meals from now on, and that means no snacking.” Jill smiled. “There is one exception. My little boy can help himself to water from the cold tap, OK?” Jill pulled John by the hand into the Living Room. She pointed at the TV. “Only Mommy can turn that on, and Mommy decides what you watch from now on.” John looked really dejected but held his peace. Jill waved at the sofa and chairs. “They are off-limits, now you can only lie on the carpet, is that clear?” John was lost for words. To goad him, Jill gripped his penis and rolled his foreskin back and forth. “Is that clear?” she repeated, feeling him growing in her hand. “Yes..” “Yes what?” “Yes Mommy,” he gasped. Jill pressed her lips against his and pushed a tongue into his mouth. He responded and they stayed embraced for many seconds. Jill whispered in his ear. Mommy wants to talk about what you have been masturbating to on the internet.” Jill felt her breasts firm up as she pushed herself against her husband’s naked body. “Mommy found the pictures of the dominant women who were punishing their men.” Jill felt John tense as she had hit a nerve. “Mommy likes the woman who was sitting on her husband’s face.” Jill pulled back and looked at John. “Did you cum to that picture?” John paled and buried his hands in his face. Jill pulled his hand. “I think you better lie down on the carpet,:” she ordered. John complied and watched his wife disrobe. Part 4 Jill had never been here before. They had been a strict conventional missionary position couple. She had always dreamed of oral sex. In her fantasy, John was so masterful as he pushed her backwards onto the mattress, reached under her skirt and ripped off her panties. He would then wench her knees apart, exposing her most secret parts to his lustful gaze. Next, she would feel his hot breath on her sex as he savored her aroma, before descending into her abyss. A fantasy, which regretfully faded as her married months past. It became evident that her husband was not going to take the much-desired masterful lead in the bedroom that she so fantasied about. She had then focused on conception with the objective of delivering a distracting bundle of joy. Stepping out of her panties, she saw a fresh glistening stain in the gusset, reflecting her own current ardor. Her eyes rose to meet John’s who was staring at her panties. “You want these?” She smiled, knowing the answer. “My baby-boy is such a pervert,” she teased. Jill inverted the panties and pushed the stain towards John’s lips. “Open up,” she laughed as John obliged. She stretched the material over her finger and inserted deep into his mouth. “Suck,” she ordered. After a few moments, she discarded the panties, stood astride John’s chest while presenting her bottom to his gaze and dropped to her knees. Edging her feet under his arms, she shuffled backwards until she felt his stubble on the sensitive skin of her inner buttocks. She looked over her shoulder. “John baby, Mommy wants you to make love to her bottom, like on that porn site you visited.” John tried not to look at her, he was suffering with a great deal of humiliation and shame. Jill smiled with delight at the terror in his eyes. “Oh yes you will,” she said. “Mommy will be cleaning your bottom from now on, so it is fair that you shall reciprocate somewhat, eh?” With two hands, she reached behind and gripped her buttocks, spreading them as wide as possible, before descending onto her husband’s face. A moment passed before she felt his tongue stroking her anus gently. Jill stroked her clitoris, reaching orgasm within five minutes. She pressed down firmly on John’s face, amused by his frantic struggles for air. His lonely penis in front of her dribbled copiously with pre-cum, such was his excitement. Jill climbed off and knelt beside him. “Does my baby-boy want to cum?” she asked, eyebrows raised. John nodded, a pleasing begging glow in his eyes. “If I Iet you cum, will you obey your mommy in everything that she tells you to do?” “Yes Mommy,” John croaked. “Without question?” “Without question,” John echoed. Jill smiled and swung a leg across John’s torso. “I want you to come inside me, but only when I tell you to cum, ok sweetheart?” John nodded. Jill reached between her thighs and guided John’s hard member to the gate of her pussy. “Remember,” she whispered. “Don’t cum till I tell you too, OK?” John was too delirious to hear to understand as she lowered herself onto his rock hard cock. Jill was filled with a burning glow from his erection, a heat she had never felt before. As she made contact with his pubic bone, his penis pushed hard against the door to her uterus and then pulsed and shuddered. Jill looked down at John’s tightly closed eyes as he emptied his semen into her. Frantic to keep the semen in her as long as possible, she pulled off and lay on her back next to John. “Baby?” She looked into his eyes. “You came too early and Mommy told you to wait?” “I’m sorry,” John whispered. “I couldn’t help it.” Jill tut-tutted and shook her head. “You are such a helpless creature. Such a little baby. Mommy is very disappointed with you.” Jill sat up and looked down at herself. She felt between her legs and presented her cum covered digit to John’s lips. Part 5 As Jill put her cloths on she smiled down at John. “Darling baby-boy, don’t look so worried. I am not cross with you. If you were a responsible adult, I might punish you in some way for weaknesses, but when you tell me “you can’t help it, then I have to realize and understand that you are completely helpless with absolutely no control whatsoever.” Terrified, John stared up at her, wondering where this was leading. Jill bent over and offered John her hand. “Come on, we have the rest of the house to tour, there are so many things that I need to show you, so many new rules for you to remember.” In the hallway, by the front door, Jill pointed at his golf clubs, waiting for his afternoon session later today. “I will move them into the garage, and next week we will sell them on EBay.” John trembled. “Mommy, you can’t..” Jill gripped his wrist and guided his thumb to his mouth. “Suck it Baby, “ she ordered. “I am getting tired of repeating myself. When you are an adult, you can play adult games, but we both know that stage is a long way off.” They moved off up the stairs and into the bedroom. Jill pointed at the wardrobe and the Crest of Drawers. “Darling baby-boy. Mommy chooses what you wear now so there is no need to rummage around there and get clothes out. Wait for Mommy to get clothes out and dress you.” Jill opened a drawer and pulled out a clean pair of jockeys. She held them out to John for him to step into. He meekly allowed her to pull them up into position. Next followed a matching white T-shirt. “There!” Jill exclaimed. “You are dressed for the house. I can now keep a beady eye on the state of your underwear, from both sides.” John removed his thumb from his mouth. “Mommy, I am not going to dirty my pants again, promise you,” he begged. Jill smiled and kissed him. “That is the truest thing you have said all day, well done my darling!” She patted the seat of his jockeys. “But of course, I don’t trust you, and I will be taking appropriate measures to ensure you don’t poop in your jockeys again.” Jill stuck a finger in her mouth and looked at him. “Ahh, that reminds me, have you had your morning poop yet?” Nervously, John shook his head. Jill smiled and held out her hand, pulling him out of the room. “Come then my little soldier, onward to the next room, your new bathroom!” Jill pointed at the toilet. “Baby-boy?” John looked up at her. “You only use that when supervised by Mommy, OK?” John looked confused. “When you need to pee or poop, you must find Mommy, tell her, and she will take you to the potty.” Jill said patiently. “This is so normal for toddler boys, I promise you,” she laughed at the shock on his face. Jill opened her hand and started counting on her fingers. “Bathroom rules, number one, you do not use the potty by yourself. Number two, you do not wipe your own bottom anymore, that is way beyond your current skill level anyway. Number three, You do not shower or take a bath without being supervised by Mommy.” Jill chewed on the end of her index finger. “That’s most of the rules anyway. I am sure I will think up new ones as we go along.” Jill gripped the waistband of his jockeys and yanked them down. Theatrically, she peered into the pants. “Good Boy!” she gushed. “Clever keeping clean for Mommy.” She lifted the toilet seat. “Face the cistern and sit,” she ordered. John baulked at this new humiliation and it earned him a slap on the bottom. He hastened to oblige and gingerly planted his splayed thighs on the cold porcelain. Jill checked that his penis was facing down. “Now my baby-boy can show Mommy what a clever boy he is by doing his Poo-poos and wee-wees in the potty.” She plugged in his electric shaver and ran it over his heavy stubble, firmly moving his head from one side to the other. When she was satisfied with the shave, a quick glance told her he had not done anything in the toilet. With feigned concern, she crouched down and stroked his forehead. “Is my Baby-Boy not well? Maybe he’s a little blocked up?” “It’s so hard to do it in front of you,” John whispered, red in the face. “Can’t I have some privacy?” Jill smiled. “Don’t be silly Baby-Boy, privacy is for adults and I respect that, but respect has to be earned, so does adulthood,” Jill stood and rummaged around in the cabinet. John watched in apprehension as she pulled a surgical glove on and squeezed a dollop of KY jelly onto her fingers. She pressed one hand against his neck. “Lean forward Sweetheart, Mommy is going to stimulate your insides.” She massaged the lubricant over and around his anus before firmly driving her second finger deep into his rectum. “Now I want you to show Mommy what a clever Baby-Boy you are by pushing her ‘bad’ finger out of your bottom. Can you do that for me please Darling?” Jill felt John pushing, trying to expel the foreign invader out and she pushed back, encouraging him to try harder. “Come on,” she urged. After a few more seconds, Jill withdraw her finger quickly, timing John’s bowel cramp to the second. Fascinated, she watched his movement snake out of his body and gather in the bowl below. “Keep pushing Sweetheart, get those nasty poos out of you.” As Jill changed out her surgical glove, she heard John blubbing into his chest. The humiliation was just too hard to handle for the poor boy, she thought. “Tell Mommy what’s wrong, Sweetheart?” Jill asked tenderly, stroking his neck. John wailed. “I don’t want to be a Baby-boy, I want to be a man, a husband!” Jill peeled off a few sheets of toilet paper. “We’ll talk about it after Mommy has cleaned your bottom, OK Darling?” John wiped his tear stained face and nodded. Part 6 Jill guided his thumb back into his mouth helped him back into his jockeys before leading him back into the bedroom. She helped John into slacks and Polo shirt and dangled the car keys in front of him. “Come for a drive with me,” she asked. “I want to pick up some things from work.” John groaned and stamped his foot. “I don’t want to,” he whined. “I get bored there and I don’t like that Marion woman, she always looks down her nose at me.” Jill laughed and tugged at his wrist. “Well, that’s too bad. Marion is my boss and she does not tolerate men very well. After your recent behavior, I can well understand why she should give you the impression that she does not like you.” John started dragging his heels and Jill turned on him savagely with a slap across the face. “Remember the wooden spoon?” John flinched as she waved a finger under his nose. "Make up your mind," Jill said. "The wooden spoon or the car. But in both cases, you will end up in the car, I promise you." Visibly deflated, John shrugged and allowed his wife to lead him to the car. She opened the back door. John rolled his eyes but seated himself in the rear. Jill leant across him, snapping the belt in place. "Be careful," she whispered in his ear. "You are treading on thin ice." The 15 minute journey to the Residential Home for the retired where Jill worked was silent, John apprehensive about his wife's mood. "Mommy," he said, placatory. Jill smiled at him in the rear view mirror. "Yes sweetheart?" "Why are we going to the Home?" "Mommy is going to collect a lot of stuff that Marion wants to throw out but might be useful to Mommy. You, my big strong baby boy are going to help Mommy carry it to the car." John appeared confused. "Stuff? What stuff," he asked. "Well darling, For many years, the Home has used only disposable diapers with residents who suffered from incontinence, and now Marion wants to clear an old store room containing cloth nappies, waterproof pants and other items. I told her I would take them off her hands." John silently absorbed what he'd heard. "Mommy," he asked quietly. "Why do you want diapers and waterproof pants?" Jill looked up at the mirror and smiled at his worried face. "Oh, I hate to see useful items like that go to waste. You never know when you will need them." "But Mommy.. " Jill interrupted him. "Don't worry Mommy with silly questions all the time, Baby. Do you need to use the potty?" John shook his head. Jill lead John through the Admin wing to Marion's office. She looked up from her desk and smiled at her vice principle. "How is the time off going?" Marion asked, completely ignoring John. "Thank you so much for covering for me, I am so sorry it was such short notice." Jill apologized. Marion waved it away. "Don't be silly," she laughed. "We all have domestic crises sometimes. You really did need to focus on yours completely. How's it going?" John cringed, well aware that Jill should have been at work today. Marion and Jill passed a knowing glance at John, whose face had turned a deep crimson. "It's going fine," Jill said. "A few teething problems, but nothing we can't sort out, is there John?" John, like a fish out of water, gulped but nothing came out of his mouth. Marion picked up a bunch of keys from her desk. "Let's go." The store room was in fact an old treatment room with basins and plumbing and already it was half empty with disassembled furniture stacked against one wall. However, what interested Marion and Jill were the metal shelves piled high with boxes marked in sizes. "I suppose you only want the large diapers and liners?" Marion asked. Jill nodded. "Yes, but keep some here. Throw out the other sizes I think." Marion nodded and gathered a large cardboard box which she deposited in John's arms. Marion took the lid off another box and showed Jill the contents. "There are rubber and plastic pants there and quite a few pins." Jill smiled and took the box, stacking it on top of the box John was already holding. Already Marion was holding another box. "Rubber sheeting, aprons, gloves, catheters, restraints, enema bag and syringe." She said, reading the contents list off the side of the box. Again, she added the box to John's growing pile. He was sweating and looking agitated. "Jill, Jill, I need to speak to you. Its urgent." he muttered. His wife ignored him but spoke to Marion with a grin. "I don't answer to that name any more." A quick glance at John enforced her intention to be known as only 'Mommy'. Marion laughed, picking up a bulky plastic bag and passing it to Jill. "I raided the stores: Creams, Lotions, Oils, Powder, safety razors, cotton buds. Rose hip syrup, Milk of Magnesia, Air fresheners, Diuretics and laxatives and of course, suppositories." Delighted, Jill embraced her friend and colleague. "Jill?", John's voice sounded strained from behind the pile of boxes this time but Jill continued to ignore him. Marion pointed at dark stain suddenly appearing on John's light grey slacks. “Seems you have a problem now Jill" Part 7 “I’m sorry Mommy,” John blubbed as Jill buckled him into the rear seat. She had made sure to arrange a rubber sheet beneath his wet trousers to protect the seat upholstery. Jill gave him a placatory smile. “You only have yourself to blame,” she said. “You know I don’t answer to anything but Mommy from you yet you insisted on calling out to me with the name you used to use when you were my big grown up husband. Now you have only yourself to blame. Behaving like a toddler in front of Mommy’s boss and colleagues!” John was miserable. Sitting in the car with damp trousers on, the urine was starting to burn on his thighs and he just wanted to get clean. When they got home, Jill took him into the kitchen and stripped off the trousers and jockeys, leaving him wearing only the Polo shirt. She pointed at ‘his chair’ and quickly made up a dish of poached eggs and toast which she fed him. After she had cleaned away the dishes, she sat opposite John and held his hand. “We have to talk,” she said. “I want you to be honest with me, OK?” John nodded. “Of course.” “Why did you wet your pants?” She asked. John appeared startled. “You were supposed to take me to the toilet? You wouldn’t answer and I was frightened?” Jill sighed. "But that does not answer the question, why did you wet your pants? You are a grown adult with a fully developed bladder. If you wanted, you could have put down those boxes and gone off to find a toilet?" John was silent, his lower lip trembled. "You are sending me a message, aren't you?" She asked softly. "The femdom sites, masturbating into your underpants, the poo stains, now the wetting? What next? Are you going to start wetting the bed?" Jill was surprised when John started sucking his thumb. "Mommy?" he lisped through his thumb. "I love you Mommy, I love you so much and I want to make you happy." "I love you too Baby-Boy, but how do you want to make me happy?" "I want to do everything you say. I want to be a good boy for you, Mommy." Jill squeezed his hand. Does that mean my Baby-Boy wants Mommy to take full control now? I mean," she emphasized. "Absolute full control?" John hesitated for just a short moment before echoing her words. "Absolute full control Mommy" Jill stared him down. "You know that means I will punish you if I am not happy?" she said. "Like that man on the website. Does that excite you knowing I am spanking you?" John nodded. Jill looked surprised. "I would make it hurt, you know? I would use a wooden spoon, or a paddle. Maybe I would buy a crop. I will make you cry?" John's eyes watered over. "I just want to make you happy Mommy." Jill leant over and kissed him then whispered in his ear. "Go upstairs and get in the bath. I will be up shortly." Jill's hand shot out and gripped his erect penis. "Remember the rules? No masturbating, no un-supervised use of the toilet?" John nodded and scurried away. Later that afternoon, John, wearing clean white underwear and freshly shaven, helped Jill move furniture around in the spare bedroom. Jill bagged up the entire bookshelf contents for donation to the Salvation Army and then stacked the shelves with the contents of the boxes, donated by the Residential Home. Together, they stripped the single divan bed and installed the fitted rubber sheet. "John," Jill asked. "You know who all these diapers are for, don't you?" John looked crestfallen. "I suppose they are for me," he acknowledged. Jill reached out and held his hand. "It does not have to be diapers, you know John? I would like to give you one last chance. We can still have the type of relationship that you crave without the diapers?" "How do you mean Mommy?" he asked. Jill hugged him. “Baby-Boy, I enjoy being in control in this relationship. And in some perverse way, I enjoy hurting you and humiliating you. But most of all I enjoy the power I have over you.” Jill dropped her eyes. “Yes,” she whispered in his ear. “I get so turned on and I am wet at the moment, just thinking of it.” Jill delivered a long and deep kiss to her husband, leaving them both breathless. “However, one must put head before heart sometimes and think with a bit of clarity. I still want a baby of my own but if you end up in diapers, it will be 24/7 and you will become my baby too.” She allowed her words to sink in for a few moments. “But that is what you will be; A big adult Baby. No work, no job, no peers. Absolutely no responsibility except to fill your diapers and sit in your stinking mess till grown up Mommy, or Babysitter comes to clean you up and feed you.” Jill tugged at his wrist. “Come with me.." Jill led him through the house to the utility room. She picked up the pail with his soaking soiled underwear and handed it to him. "Your new job, rinsing out your shitty pants.. but it could be, and would be your shitty diapers too." She watched him perform a half hearted effort and got angry, grabbing his ear and twisting it. He wailed out loud. "Do it properly Baby-Boy! Scrub the soiling out of the cloth,” she ordered. “This is your new life. When you become my baby, you will be doing this job everyday, probably while you are wearing poo filled nappies! You will stink constantly of shit, or piss, so with your washing. It is a smell that will follow you around all day Baby Boy. But no one, including me will be rushing around to cater for your comfort. “ “You will not have any friends left, they will all avoid you and treat you with derision. All adults will see you in your diapers, they will watch you being changed, having your poo wiped off your bottom. They will laugh at your penis which will be constantly hard, sending a clear message to all that this is how you get your sick kicks.” Jill released his ear and watched him tackle his dirty underwear with new vigour. "Consider carefully," she warned. "But if you really want that life Baby boy, then I will give it to you, but there will be no going back, you must understand that, don't you?" John nodded assent. Jill softened somewhat and kissed him. “I will take you down that road Darling, make no mistake on that, but I am in dread of what I might become. I am terrified of the devil that you might release in me?” “Mommy,” John looked up. “I don’t want to be in diapers, please don’t make me wear diapers?” Jill hugged him. “But you will still be Mommy’s baby boy, won’t you? John nodded, smiling with her. “Mommy’s baby boy with clean and dry under pants, won’t you?” The next morning, Jill stood at the front door and kissed her husband on his way to work. "Remember John," she warned. "Keep those pants clean or you know what will happen, don’t you?” Part 8 A week now past, John was settling into his new routine in the household. Upon letting himself in the front door after work, he disrobed down to his underwear and went to find his new ‘Mommy’ for his inspection. “I am upstairs in the Nursery Sweetheart,” Jill called. Nervously, he mounted the stairs to the spare bedroom. Jill had been working there since that fateful visit to the Home. Jill put down her paint brush. All the walls now were painted light baby boy blue. John stared in wonderment at the additions she had managed in just a few days. The rubber sheeted mattress had now been covered with sheet and a nursery train scene. The shelves were now full, if not of diapers and plastic pants, adult sized onsie’s and sleep suits. “What do you think of the nursery?” Jill asked. “I know I am not pregnant yet, but it is nice to be ready.” She said breezily. “But Mommy,” John whined. “ I told you I was not going to wear diapers!” Jill laughed and kissed him. “Of course you did, my brave boy,” Jill said. “And as long as you keep your under-pants clean, you won’t be wearing diapers, and you can carry on sleeping in the big bed with Mommy.” Jill waved a finger at his jockeys. John pulled the m down and handed them over. Jill turned the pants inside out and examined them closely. Her eyebrows rose as she fingered a stain on the front of the white pants. “Your pants are damp here, I think it is a urine stain,” Jill said, with a frown etched across her forehead. “Smells like pee,” she added. Jill pushed the underpants into John’s nose. “What do you think, Baby Boy?” John looked visibly shaken. “I must have dribbled,” he whined. “Please Mommy, don’t punish me?” Jill looked at him, suddenly realizing that he wanted to be punished. Almost certainly he deliberately pee’d into his pants. Jill pulled open a drawer and removed a paddle. “You are going to be spanked,” she said. Jill sat on the bed and patted her lap. “Lie across here!” John, with his lip quivering, lay across her lap, resting his forehead on the carpet. She brought the paddle down hard, bringing a scream of shock and pain from John. Again and again, she beat him, alternating the strokes between the buttocks and the thighs. Each strike brought a shout of anguish, and soon there were real tears flowing down his cheeks as the relentless onslaught continued. Jill stopped when she realized he’d had enough. Great sobs rose from deep within him and she drew him into her arms and squeezed him tightly. “There, there,” she consoled. “It is all over my brave Baby Boy. No more spankies.” She held him in her arms for a few minutes while his sobbing ebbed and he sucked on his thumb. Finally, Jill rolled him onto the bed. She picked up a diaper from the shelf. “As it is your first offence I think one night in diapers for you.” Part 9 “No Mommy, No!!” cried John. Jill hushed him with a finger to his lips. “You must be punished for defying me,” she said. “And it is only going to be one night, this time,” she added ominously. Jill folded the terry diaper, soaker and laid a gauze liner down the middle. His penis was swollen, as if in anticipation. She touched it with her fingers, noting the pre-cum bubbling up at the tip. “Does the thought of diaper rash, on top of your already sore bottom excite you,” she asked? John looked ashamed as Jill rubbed the denim material at her groin. “It excites me,” she admitted coyly. Her fingers disappeared down her waistband. She pulled them out glistening. “Sweetheart, I am wet here after your spanking and the thought of you wearing and using diapers sends me wild.” She waved her hand under John’s nose before offering each finger to be licked and cleaned off. “Now, using your diaper,” she thought out loud. Jill opened a packet of suppositories and peeled the foil off one. Donning a examination glove, she lubed the bullet. “Mommy,” John whined. “You will make me poo with one of those! Please No!” “Please Yes!” Jill counter stated. “You were warned to keep your pants clean and you showed you are not adult enough to comply. Therefore you will shit yourself, piss yourself and smell yourself.” She gripped his testicles with her spare hand. “Pull your knees around your ears for Mommy,” she said, smiling as John instantly obliged. Using her second finger, she sent the slippery little pill deep into his bottom. “Up,” she ordered and slid the layette under his bottom. Jill unbuckled her belt and stepped out of her jeans. Her while lacy panties were clearly ‘wet’ and plastered against her vulva as she stood over John’s eager face. Instinctively John’s hand enveloped his hard cock. Jill slapped his wrist away. “Hands over your head,” she ordered. Gripping his wrists, Jill straddled his chest and trapped his arms, edging forward to present her dank lace panties to his mouth. “Suck, Baby,” Jill ordered. She bore down, grinding her pelvic bone against his nose. Initially almost overcome by the strong musky taste, John lapped at the material, and the hot flesh behind. She rasped her sex over his face, directing his busy tongue where she most needed it. A crescendo built inside her as he gnawed at her clitoris. To delay the inevitable, Jill turned, still sitting across his chest, but this time presenting her bottom to his tongue. His untethered cock bobbed frantically around in front of her, pre-cum oozing out in a slow languid stream. Not daring to touch it, she scooped her fingers in the puddle and tasted the hot seminal discharge. She sat heavily down, targeting her lace covered bottom right over his industrious tongue. John’s worked diligently away on the lace and using his now free hands, pulled the panties aside lap away at her back door. Taken only slightly off the boil, Jill bathed in the glow of her hot tongue massage on her anus. After a while, she turned around, her pretty but sweaty face smiling down. “Is Baby Boy ready to cum?” she asked. John nodded furiously. Jill edged forward until she was over his burning penis and deftly guided it into her vagina. Two strokes with a heavy grind down and John exploded within her. She felt the waves of hot cum splatter and expand inside her. Many seconds of silence fell between them as the pleasure retreated into lethargic tiredness and the warm post coital glow of fulfillment. Jill un-mounted and flopped onto the carpet, resting her legs on the edge of the bed. “Mommy?” John spoke, nervous to break the magic silence. “Yes my Darling?” “I need to poo, can I use the potty?” Part 10 “Don’t be silly Darling, of course you can’t use the potty, you are being punished.” Jill stood and smiled down on her submissive husband. Using four safety pins, she had the diaper secured and covered with a pair of plastic pants. “I like these,” she said. “See through, so that everyone can see your lack of control.” Jill smiled as John grimaced with a belly cramp. “Won’t be long now Baby Boy,” Jill helped him into one of the new ‘onsie’s’ that she had acquired mail order. Jill giggled as he farted while she was fastening the snaps at the crotch. Jill held out her hand. “Come downstairs,” she ordered. “I still have use for your cleaning skills.” Meekly, John allowed himself to be led, very conscious of his heavily padded bottom, trapped inside the plastic pants. As he descended the stairs, more flatulence escaped into his diaper. Another cramp and now a belly ache. He paused on the stairs and groaned. “What is it Baby Boy?” Jill asked, knowing all too well that the suppository was doing its job well, and irritating his colon. “I want you to show some self-control. Do not let go until I say, OK?” “Mommy, it hurts,” John grunted, gripping his belly. Jill gently pulled him down and led him into the lounge, pointing at the carpet in front of the sofa. “Sit there,” she ordered. “And stop whining. Still wearing only a top and her now soiled panties, Jill slumped in the sofa and rested her legs on John’s shoulders. She edged forwards, dragging John’s face nearer her crotch at the same time. “Darling, Can you please tell me what condition my panties appear in?” John looked up at her. “They are wet Mommy,” he reported. Jill ran her fingers through his hair. “Yes Darling, but what are they wet with? Have I peed myself or is it your cum that is dribbling out of me?” John blushed, and looked again at the gusset staining. The material was sodden with the viscous clear fluid which could only be the semen he had pumped into her. “Well?” She goaded. “It is my cum Mommy,” John admitted. “So who is going to clean it up?” Jill asked. “Eh?” After a short, awkward pause, John replied. “I will Mommy.” Jill smiled down at him. “Mommy is so happy now that her little Baby Boy is going to clean up all his messes, and not leave it to Mommy any more. All his messes,” she empathized. “Including his shitty diapers and any cum stains he makes in Mommy’s panties.” Jill pressed down on John’s shoulders and lifted her bottom of the sofa. “Take off my panties,” she ordered. John complied and handed them to his Mommy. Jill inverted the garment and folded the wet soiled gusset into a wedge which she offered to John’s mouth. With clear comprehension, John opened his mouth and accepted the ‘treat’, albeit reluctantly. “Suck on the panties, Baby Boy,” ordered Jill. “I want all that cum off them before they go to the wash. After a minute, Jill pulled them out of his mouth. John grimaced and farted loudly into his diaper. “I hope that was just flatulence,” Jill menaced sternly. His brow creased up in pain as he fought a fresh cramp in his belly. “Mommy,” he wailed. “I can’t stop it!!” With a look of total shock on his face, John farted again and noisily defecated into his diaper. Jill felt a real rush, she had just made her husband shit his diaper, the most debased act that she could imagine, and it excited and thrilled her. John buried his face in his hands as he pressed down on his bowels, determined to overcome the irritation of the suppository. “Finished?” Jill asked quietly after some time had passed. John’s tear stained eyes rose to meet her. “Yes Mommy,” he whispered. “I’ve poo’d my diaper Mommy.” Jill waved a hand in front of her face. “I know you have, you dirty Baby Boy; I can smell you.” “I am sorry Mommy,” he sniveled. Jill pressed down with her heels on his back, dragging him forward again. She joined her hands behind his head and pressed his face into her sex. Automatically John’s tongue lapped strongly on her vulva, sending her into fresh waves of ecstasy. Part 11 Jill relented after two hours and decided to change John’s dirty diaper. Originally, she was going to leave him in his mess until bedtime but he was looking quite distressed and did not want him to suffer further. John had not been allowed to lie around and Jill had produced a list of chores to be started on, including mowing the lawn and clipping the hedge. (needless to say he was allowed to wear some baggy shorts over his bulky diaper, but would have looked rather comical had any inquisitive neighbor looked over the fence.) The smell of his dirty diaper also permeated around the house and Jill made a mental note to use rubber pants next time, as they promised to seal better and keep the smell inside. She was conscious of the fact that any one of their families or friends might drop in and the toxic smell might be awkward to explain. She had heated up a couple of pizza’s for their evening meal and had insisted that John was fed by her, as he was being ‘diaper punished’ and therefore had to be treated as a toddler. During the meal, John complained about needing a pee. “Darling Baby Boy,” Jill held out a slice of pizza to his lips. “You are sitting in a messy diaper, so you should have no issues with emptying your bladder as well? Now eat!” She ordered. John went slightly red in the face and concentrated on relieving the pressure. After the meal Jill took John up to the new ‘Nursery’ and covered the bed with a sheet of rubber to act as a changing pad. She could see that he was mortified as she pulled on a pair of examination gloves. “Please Mommy, Let me clean up in the bathroom! “ Jill was having none of it. “Where is the punishment in that?” She asked. “You are in diapers till the morning, and during that time you will be treated like a child.” She opened the snaps at his crotch. “It is right that you feel shame that your wife has to witness your degradation. Look at you, a 29 year old man, allowing his wife to dress him in diapers, in which he willingly shits and pisses like a retard.” She folded back his onsie so that his diaper package was on full view. “Spread those legs,” she ordered. “Uggh, you are revolting!” Jill visibly grimaced as she viewed the cleanup job she had taken on. “Maybe the act of soiling your underpants won’t be so pleasant for you the next time, when you realize what the consequences will be. Now lift your bottom!” Jill pulled the plastic pants down and discarded them in a bucket. The four pins followed and Jill steadied herself as he exposed the full extent of the devastation inside his diaper. “You are pathetic!” Jill gingerly handled his erect penis with thumb and forefinger. “I see my Baby Boy is getting off on this, is that true?” John did not answer, he was too far away in his own shameful space. Jill scraped the muck off his bottom and rinsed the liner in the bathroom. She returned and removed the diaper, dumping the sodden mass into the bucket alongside the liner and plastic pants. John audibly winced as the wet wipes rasped across his raw skin but Jill ignored his distress. Any fidgeting was met with a sharp slap on his thigh. Jill felt a little guilty that she had not used a barrier cream but certainly did not let John know that. Jill left him on the bed to air his skin while she removed the pail and sprayed the room with air freshener. She returned twenty minutes later with a babies feeding bottle, full of warm milk and a nurturing smile painted on her face. “Here, drink this Baby Boy,” she said, holding the teat to his lips. John pouted, and shook his head. “Mommy, I want a normal cup, I don’t want a baby’s bottle,” he spat rebelliously. Jill laughed. “Don’t be silly, Little man, you would spill it, and maybe even break the cup and hurt yourself.” John keep his lips set in a grim line. Jill leant over, with a confident smile on her pretty face and twisted his ear painfully. “If you don’t say thank you Mommy for the lovely Ba-ba, and accept it gratefully, I am going to start beating you up.” John screamed out as she applied a little more tension to his abuse lobe. Shaken, John grabbed the bottle. “Thank you Mommy for the lovely Ba-Ba,” he repeated. Jill shook her head with disappointment. “You will never learn, will you, you foolish boy!” John cowered under her tirade as he frantically sucked on the bottle. Jill opened a large drawer in the cabinet and emptied a bag of Segufix straps and started attaching them to the divan. “Marion said they can’t use these anymore as it interferes with patients rights, but did suggest they might come in use in our new domestic setting. I think she’s right,” Jill added. Jill powdered and creamed John’s diaper area and pinned up his night time diaper. “There! Extra thick as Baby Boy is now going to be in this diaper for the next 12 hours, before Mommy gets him up to go to work.” Jill patted the tight rubber pants in place and checked the waist and leg bands. Next came one of the new sleep suits with hood that Jill zipped up to the chin. “Middle of summer, I think my Baby boy is going to be warm tonight,” she smiled. “Now lie back and put your hands by your ears.” Quickly, each wrist had been secured in the Segufix cuff, closely followed by his ankles. Effectively, he was completely restrained. Jill looked down at him, tapping a finger to her lips. “How about something for your diaper?” John watched horrified as she pulled down a bottle of Castor Oil and a desert spoon from the medicine shelf. “Please Mommy, No!” he cried. “I promise to be good, not that, not again!!” Without replying, Jill filled the spoon to the brim and pulled his head up to meet it. “Open,” she ordered ominously. With great reluctance, John obeyed and cringed at the oily powerful taste. Jill sat beside him and held the bottle to his lips, planting a loving kiss on his forehead. “Darling, because you defied me, you are going to have an uncomfortable night, a poor night’s sleep and a stinky diaper again in the morning. You could have been on Mommy’s lap, being cuddled and fed while she watched TV tonight.” John’s eyes watered over, feeling very sorry for himself. “Now tomorrow, you will get up and wash your dirty diapers. You will then grow up and go to work again. But I am nervous you are going to forget the rules and you are going to upset Mommy again, aren’t you?” John gurgled something behind the teat. “Oh yes you will, as sure a day goes into night,” Jill said. As the bottle emptied, Jill leant over and kissed him on the lips. “Good night my darling Baby Boy, I love you.” Jill turned off the light and closed the door. Part 12 Jill's spirits rose when the announcement screen flashed up the touchdown of John's flight from London, England. The afternoon was hot, with the temperature in the high 80's, that, and the fact that the flight was now running 40 minutes late, had not done anything for her good nature. John had been away on a course for two weeks and she'd missed him terribly. It had not been possible to talk that much on the phone, but they had communicated often in Facebook. She wanted to pick up his 'care' again as soon as possible. 13 days, 12 nights away. She had personally packed his suitcase with 13 pairs of clean white jockey underpants. She had used the Home's device to "mark" each pair with a laundry stamp, so John couldn't cheat, or buy new pairs. Of course, it worried the hell out of her that she had not been 'in control' while he was away and there was no guarantee that he had not been masturbating. Jill was convinced she would know if he was lying, when and if he denied it. Her mind drifted back to that last night he spent in the Nursery, where she had laid down next to him for most of the night, holding him, feeding him, consoling him for his discomfort and drying the tears that flowed in self pity. She left the restraints in place and had really enjoyed the complete and utter 'power' she wielded over him. The next morning, after his diaper change and clean up, he had kissed her passionately, telling her over and over that he loved her more than anything in the world. The announcement board flashed up: 'Bags on Belt' and Jill eagerly scanned the faces of the tired intercontinental travellers streaming out of the arrivals port. They saw each other simultaneously and hurried together to get that first embrace. Jill held him tight for a long time. "I have missed you so much," she whispered in his ear. "Have you missed me?" "I have missed you Mommy," John replied. Jill looked into his eyes. "Did you really miss your 'Mommy', Baby Boy or did you miss your wife? Tell me honestly now?" John appeared sheepish and awkward. "I missed my Mommy, Mommy," he said. Jill smiled and kissed him. "And have you been a good boy while you have been away from your Mommy?" Jill searched deep into his eyes. Was there a slight doubt? Hesitation? "Oh Mommy, I have been so good," John replied. Jill squeezed his hand and steered him in the direction of the car park. "We'll see Darling." Part 13 "I am ready Mommy," John called from upstairs. Jill ascended to the bedroom and found her husband stripped to his underpants, as instructed, with his laundry tidied into neat stacks on the floor. She picked up his shirts, smelt and examined each one. John stood there meekly as she silently went through his laundry. His trousers were examined as well. Jill smiled at him. "Well Darling, you are doing very well at the moment, shall we move onto your knickers?" Nervously, John shuffled around as Jill examined each pair. She put aside most of them and also his pajama bottoms. "Now those," she waved a finger at the pair he was wearing. After stewing in a plane for ten hours, it did not surprise her to see a brown stain in the seat of his Jockeys. He handed them over. "Shall we count up then? One badly pooped pants and 10 pairs with various degrees of brown and pee stains on them." Jill picked up each garment and showed him the transgression. Finally she picked up the pajama pants. "You have disappointed me Baby Boy," she said. "I almost expected the dirty underwear and I will see that you get punished for them tomorrow. But these?" She inverted the pajama pants and an obvious seminal stain shouted its presence at John. He appeared shocked and surprised. "I didn't know, I didn't do. it was an accident," he blurted out. Jill's face darkened, her hand shot out and she grabbed his ear. "Don't treat me like a naive fool, Baby Boy! Were you playing with yourself or did you have some whore in your hotel room?" John looked horrified. "No!" He shouted. "Never!" "OK, then you have been masturbating." Jill stated empathically. "It must have been a nocturnal emission," he said, panicking. Jill laughed. "You are not a 12 year old boy, entering puberty, don't treat me like a fool, and John?" John looked up at her wet eyes. "Don't ever lie to me again." Part 14 Jill led him through to the Nursery and pulled out the large adult sized porcelain potty, placing on the floor. "Sit," she commanded. "I was going to let you use the grown up toilet, but not now.. not with your infantile lack of control and deceit." John, completely humbled, obeyed his wife instantly. She stood over him, with hands on hips. "Pee and Poo please Baby Boy." Jill ordered. "What were you masturbating to John? Did you buy a magazine, or were you just raiding that store of secret fantasies that you have locked away in a corner of your mind?" "Please Jill," he whined. "I'm so ashamed." Jill ruffled his hair. "Ah, that's too bad." Jill said sarcastically. "OK, tell me later, after all, we have all evening for you to come clean with your dirty fantasies. Now hurry up and empty yourself." Jill leant over and whispered in his ear. "You do not want to be lying in your mess again all evening, do you?" That was enough to stimulate him and he loudly voided into the pot. Jill wiped him and then supervised while he emptied the potty into the toilet. Jill folded the single cloth diaper and slid it under his bottom. Once again, John found himself being 'punished' in the nursery bed, his limbs secured safely with the restraints. Wryly, she commented on his erection. "Was it this you were masturbating to John?" She wiped a finger across the tip of his penis. It came away covered with clear viscous pre-cum. She relished the heavy shame in his eyes. "Oh, you will tell me my Darling, I have to know what is pushing all your little buttons, so to speak." She poured some oil onto his burning member and started masturbating him. "Now show Mommy how much you can do. If, like you say, you have not played with yourself, then after nearly two weeks away, I expect.." She did not have time to finish, John shook and spasmed, his hips buckled and semen oozed and dribbled out of his tip to pool in his belly button. Jill frowned darkly. "I see the problem is worse than I imagined it. At best, maybe you performed only once, the evidence lying in your pajamas, but now;" she pointed at the pathetic pool of semen. "I would not be surprised if you had jerked off in the toilet on the flight?" John did not answer, but his guilty eyes told Jill everything. She pinned up the toweled diaper and fitted him with a pair of snap open plastic pants. "You don't have to wet these, just tell Mommy and she will help out, OK?" John nodded, relieved he wasn't required to sleep in a soiled state again. Jill removed all her clothes and stretched out on the bed, cuddling tight against him. She started rubbing his sex through the plastic padding of his diaper while guiding his mouth to her aroused nipple. "I don't want my Baby Boy to be playing with his wee wee at all," she said. "Only Mommy can do that, is that understood?" John nodded, his lips fully engrossed around her aroused nipple. Jill continued to knead his penis through the toweling layers, feeling growing reluctantly under her fingers. “Ah, that’s better. Baby Boy is getting excited as Mommy wants him. Mommy has missed him so much that now she wants all the cummies that are due to her.” Her handling became more urgent and after a considerable period of time, John ejaculated into the soft folds of his nappy. “Clever Baby Boy!” said Jill, condescendingly. She left the room, only to return ten minutes later with a feeding bottle and a Hitachi “Magic Wand” which she plugged into a power outlet next to the head board. Jill smiled down at the worried look on her husband’s face. “Ready Darling Baby Boy for Mommy’s next cummies? You have been away twelve nights and I have had only two climaxes from you.” She lay down next to him and offered the warm milk to his lips. While he suckled Jill turned on the Magic Wand and held it lightly over his groin. “That means,” she continued. “That you owe me ten cummies, and John?” He paused in his nursing and looked nervously up at her. “I want them all tonight, OK?” Part 15 It had been a mainly sleepless night for both of them but also a very uncomfortable night for John. Even now, his sexual equipment was feeling excruciatingly painful as Jill had alternated between the Magic Wand and her hand all night. Even long after he was failing to get firm, Jill kept on the relentless pressure on his penis and balls, despite the tears of pain springing out of John’s eyes. In the end, he had screamed for her to stop, breaking down totally and sobbing how sorry he was and how it would never happen again. “I know Darling, I should never have trusted you with a business trip by yourself. But I promise you,” Jill stated resolutely. “It will never happen again. Trust me, I will never be so naive again to let you be in a position like that again.” Her hand gripped his tortured genitals again. “Please, Please!” John howled out. “Stop Mommy!” “Only one last thing by darling Baby Boy, and then I’ll free you and let you sleep.” She promised. She kissed him, long and hard. “Mommy promises it will be alright, she loves her Baby Boy so much, it hurts, but she must know..” Jill let a short silence hang in the air. “Yes Mommy,” John asked. “Tell me honestly, I mean from the bottom of your heart. What is it that you dream of when you are masturbating?” John gazed up at her, gathering his thoughts at the front of his mind. “You Mommy, I fantasize of you, with you.” After a short pause, Jill looked reproachfully at him. “I dream of wearing the diapers and using them,” he whispered. “I dream of being your Baby Boy forever. I get hard thinking about you changing my diapers and being in complete and total charge of me.” Jill waited while John gathered more thoughts. She was somewhat surprised, but delighted with his candor and honesty. Jill smiled down at him and kissed him. “Thank you Darling,” she said. “You really mean it, you want me to have complete control over you?” Without hesitation, John nodded. “And you promise me always to trust your Mommy, and do exactly what she wants, all the time?” “Yes Mommy,” John whispered throatily. “Make me yours, and I will love you forever.” It was Jill’s turn to turn on the tears now as she released his limbs from the restraints and removed the waterproof pants and the diaper. She felt a little guilty as John’s shriveled penis was a fierce red color. She drizzled on some Baby Lotion and tenderly rubbed it in. Unsteadily, John rose to his feet and sat on the porcelain potty for a pee. After a late breakfast, Jill cleared the table and told John to stay in his place. “Mommy, can I do a poo please?” He looked somewhat strained. “Not yet,” Jill replied. “I want to talk to you. Surely you can hold it for a short time?” John was dressed in his adult clothes, however underneath his jeans he was wearing a pair of pull up trainer pants. “Yes Mommy,” he whispered, completely cowed under her dominance over him. She put a bottle of milk in front of him, and a cup of coffee, pad of paper and pen for herself. “Drink your bottle,” she ordered. “While I write a note to Marion as I won’t be coming to work until after lunch today.” John was too focused on his own problems to be concerned about what Jill was writing. Eventually she finished and sealed the letter in an envelope, handing it to John. “Take this to The Home, and give to Marion,” Jill ordered. “And wait for a reply.” John was sweating now. “Mommy, I think I’ve had an accident!” Jill jumped up and dragged him off to the nursery where his potty was waiting. She pulled down his jeans and training pants and with desperation; John sat and noisily emptied his bowels. However, the damage had been done and he had succeeded in smearing the seat of his training pants with shit. “Finished?” she asked curtly. John sheepishly nodded. “Stand,” Jill ordered. Without wiping, she pulled up the training pants and fastening him back into his trousers. John looked at her shocked and dismayed. “I will clean you up when you are back Darling, now go quickly and take this package with you.” She handed him a brown paper parcel and kissed him. Nervously, John picked up the letter and drove off in the car. Smiling to herself, Jill punched some numbers on her phone. “Marion? Just to update you…” Part 16 and Conclusion. John arrived at The Home, and hurried into reception, well aware of the skin between his buttocks was beginning to smart. Worst of all, he could actually smell himself now. He hoped to be able to deliver the note and parcel nippily and be on his way home. Andii was on reception and she smiled at him. "Hello John, nice to see you." He liked Andii, she was always smiling and so polite. "How can I help you, Your wife is not here at the moment?" "I know," John explained. "I am here to see Marion." Andii spoke on the phone for a moment and then waved in the direction of the admin. Wing. "She's waiting for you." John thanked her, slightly puzzled. As he made off down the corridor, John turned over in his mind how he was going to get out of the office quickly. ‘Good Morning Marion’, he would say politely. ‘I have been asked to deliver this note to you. I won’t take up any more of your time, good bye!’ He would put the parcel down on her desk and then hand her the note. With a smile and a wave, he would retreat from the office and go home. Simple. Then why was he so nervous! Marion’s door was open! Good, he would not have to knock. “Hi,” John bravely threw his head around the corner of her door. Shit! She was having a meeting! Marion and three others were grouped around the conference table in the corner of the office. Marion looked up at him, a frown etched across her forehead; annoyed at being interrupted. He recognized the three other women, all Nurses, colleagues and friends of Jill. “What do you want?” Marion asked, her tone short and abrupt. John boldly marched to the desk and dropped the parcel and letter there. “Sorry to disturb, but these are for you from Jill,” he said. John beat a hasty retreat to the door but was stopped in his tracks by Marion’s fierce bark. “Stop right there!” She ordered, moving to the desk and ripping open the envelope. John was routed to the spot and didn’t notice Pauline, Jill’s head nurse on the men’s wing, go to the office door and close it. She remained there, protecting the exit. The other nurses, casually wondered over and stood next to John. Along with Pauline, he knew Patricia and Jane socially and their husbands. “Dear Marion,” Marion read out aloud. “As my dear friend and colleague, please help me with my dysfunctional Baby Boy husband.” John felt his knees go weak as he started to panic. Sweat almost immediately started beading on his forehead and he could only imagine the color of his face. Frantically, he looked for an escape route, but the nurses, with their gloating smiling faces, had boxed him in completely. “Please open box,” Marion read, and nodded at Jane who ripped open the seal and emptied the contents on the desk. John visibly shrank as his soiled underwear appeared in all their glory across Marion’s desk. Jane, with a look of painted disgust on her face, picked up a pair and exposed the vivid skid marks to all assembled in the room. “How revolting!” commented Pauline. “ Poor, poor Jill having to put up with that.” The others murmured and nodded in assent. Marion continued. “As you can see from the contents of the box, John likes to dirty his pants. This has been going on every since we first started living together and now, I regret to say, I am at the end of my tether with this behavior.” Marion lowered the letter slightly and glared at John. A stony silence fell as Marion picked up on the contents of the letter. “I love John dearly, but I have come to the reluctant decision that he is not going to be my husband, partner, soul-mate anymore, as he cannot, and will not fulfill his part of the responsibilities associated with that position. Last night John admitted to me that he wanted to be my Baby Boy, and give up the role of husband and partner. To prove what I say is true, ask him to suck his thumb.” “Well?” Marion glared at John. He was completely humiliated but complied, timidly putting his thumb in his mouth. The other nurses giggled with Pauline clapping with delight. “So, to that end, I have decided to keep him as my baby, and relieve him of all the responsibilities of adulthood. He will now give up his job and become a full time adult infant. He must now realize that he stands before you in his adult clothes for the last time.” Marion looked at Jane and Patricia. “Well? You better help him out of his adult clothes, hadn’t you?” John was frozen to the spot as two pairs of hands started pulling up his sweater and undoing his shirt buttons. “My dear friend,” Marion continued. “Please help me in this task. His transition to Babyhood must be with complete compliance. As a baby he must have no embarrassment or shame. I will be in later this afternoon, but please start his education and feel free to treat John appropriately as you see fit. Your dearest friend, Jill” Ps. As you have probably noted, he willfully soiled his training pants this morning. I would be grateful if you could find a fitting punishment for this. Marion folded the letter and watched as the nurses pulled down the soiled training pants. Jane grimaced. “No wonder he stinks!” John clenched his eyes shut with the humiliation and sucked harder on his thumb. Marion stood in front of him, pulling his thumb out of his mouth and gripping his chin. “John?” His wet eyes looked up at her. “You now have a choice.” Marion continued. “One, you can pull up your trousers and walk out of here. Or,” she paused, enjoying the power exchange in progress. “Two, you can completely submit to your new status in life, and give up adulthood.” John paled over, completely traumatized. His mouth gaped open, like a goldfish out of water. Marion smiled and whispered. “If you want option two, all you have to do is put your thumb back in your mouth, it is that easy,” she smiled. You could have heard a pin drop in the few moments that followed Marion’s statement. Almost in slow motion, John lifted his thumb to his mouth and started sucking. A loud cheer went up from all the assembled. John was immune to the clapping and laughter, only aware of the distant noise and the tears rolling down his cheeks. “Hello Andii,” Smiled Jill. “Is your new resident here?” Andii grinned back at her and handed over the car keys. “I think Marion has found him a new set. She is waiting for you in John’s new room.” Jill thanked her and moved off to the old storeroom where her and Marion had assembled various items of furniture and fittings last week. Marion and Pauline were there, tidying up as John lay in the cot, feeding from a large bottle of babies milk. His eyes lit up when he saw her. “Mommy,” he cried. “I love you.” Jill dropped the side of the cot, bent over and kissed him. “I love you too, my darling.” Jill looked down at the patterned onsie he was wearing over a thick cloth diaper and plastic pants. Her nose twitched as she detected the scent of a soiled diaper. Marion laughed. “We found a couple of suppositories to help him along with his first punishment diaper. He will stay in it till supper time.” Jill looked slightly uncomfortable and her heart melted as John’s hands gripped her hands almost painfully. “I am sorry Mommy,” he said. “They made me!” He blurted out. “Please Mommy, please take me home?” Gently Jill pushed his hands away and sat on the edge of the bed. “Darling,” she said. “I want you to listen carefully to what I have to say.” Jill stroked his hair. “Mommy loves you, but you can’t be her husband anymore. You will only be her baby from now on.” Jill watched his features absorb this new fact of life. “You will be living here in The Home, looked after by me and all these lovely ladies who also love you very much and want you to be the best Baby Boy in the world. When Mommy finishes work, she will be going home but you will be staying here.” In shock he looked up at her, and then started shaking and getting very agitated. Pauline and Marion immediately secured his limbs in restraint webbing as tears of frustration and sadness rolled down his cheeks. “Don’t worry,” she said, trying to calm him. “You will come home on some weekends and during holiday times and you can be a Mommy’s Baby Boy at home but I will not have the energy to hold down this job and look after two babies.” John stopped sniffing and stared at her. “Yes Darling,” she smiled” “I am pregnant at last and I am so happy. Soon I will have two babies in my life.” John smiled, but tugged at the restraints with frustration. “Mommy?” “Yes Darling?” Jill stroked his brow. “Jill,” he risked the name to prove a point. “We can turn this around. Let me come home as your husband and I will forget all about the diapers and the baby business. Please let me be a husband to you and a father to our new child?” Marion and Pauline held their breath as Jill mopped his sweaty brow. “Husband Darling? You tried that, remember?” Jill’s tone hardened. “You think that if I take you home as my husband, you will not dream of pooping in a diaper when you make love to me? If I take you home, will you save all your seed for me, and me alone?” John’s face collapsed in front of her. “No Darling,” she said. “You will be happier here. I have asked the nice ladies to masturbate you at every nappy change so that you don’t miss that.” Pauline laughed. “Can’t wait,” she said dryly but with a coy smile on her face. “And,” Jill continued. “No more dirty pants. You will now be in diapers all the time, and you will not have to bother about getting to the toilet and wiping your bottom. No Darling, You won’t be a husband to me, nor will you be a father to our child. You will be my special loving Baby Boy.” John broke down and started sobbing. “Please Jill,” he screamed. “Don’t do this to me, let me be your man.” Jill’s brow clouded over and she slapped him across the face. “Stop it!” She shouted, causing Marion and Pauline to jump in surprise. “Remember Peter Reynolds? Yes, your old colleague from your last job. I have been seeing him for the last 4 months.” John’s mouth opened in shock. “He is the father to the child in my belly, not you.” Jill said cruelly. “He is moving in next week as the new man about the house.” Jill instantly regretted the outburst, and she hugged her weeping Baby Boy. “I am so sorry darling, but life had to go on, I had reached the end of my tether.” I still loved John, but not as a husband anymore, not as a lover but as a large overgrown adult baby. I was very firm with him in the beginning, putting him exactly in the place that I wanted him. John’s choices were, and still are simple. He could stay or go. On more than one occasion, I had to offer to pack his suitcase for him. Each time he would dramatically back down and adopt a state of required compliance. As new life grew in my belly, John slowly resigned himself to his new position and status while I developed my home with a new man, Peter at the helm. I encouraged Peter to tease and humiliate John as it would implant the humility that I required from John in the future. John of course knew Peter from his previous life at the office but was deeply humiliated when he met Peter for the first time since he’d been infantilized. After his first week at “The Home”, we returned home for the weekend. John started shaking when he saw Peter’s car parked in the drive. “Ah, that’s better. Baby Boy is getting excited as Mommy wants him. Mommy has missed him so much that now she wants all the cummies that are due to her.” Her handling became more urgent and after a considerable period of time, John ejaculated into the soft folds of his nappy. “Clever Baby Boy!” said Jill, condescendingly. She left the room, only to return ten minutes later with a feeding bottle and a Hitachi “Magic Wand” which she plugged into a power outlet next to the head board. Jill smiled down at the worried look on her husband’s face. “Ready Darling Baby Boy for Mommy’s next cummies? You have been away twelve nights and I have had only two climaxes from you.” She lay down next to him and offered the warm milk to his lips. While he suckled Jill turned on the Magic Wand and held it lightly over his groin. “That means,” she continued. “That you owe me ten cummies, and John?” He paused in his nursing and looked nervously up at her. “I want them all tonight, OK?” Part 15 It had been a mainly sleepless night for both of them but also a very uncomfortable night for John. Even now, his sexual equipment was feeling excruciatingly painful as Jill had alternated between the Magic Wand and her hand all night. Even long after he was failing to get firm, Jill kept on the relentless pressure on his penis and balls, despite the tears of pain springing out of John’s eyes. In the end, he had screamed for her to stop, breaking down totally and sobbing how sorry he was and how it would never happen again. “I know Darling, I should never have trusted you with a business trip by yourself. But I promise you,” Jill stated resolutely. “It will never happen again. Trust me, I will never be so naive again to let you be in a position like that again.” Her hand gripped his tortured genitals again. “Please, Please!” John howled out. “Stop Mommy!” “Only one last thing by darling Baby Boy, and then I’ll free you and let you sleep.” She promised. She kissed him, long and hard. “Mommy promises it will be alright, she loves her Baby Boy so much, it hurts, but she must know..” Jill let a short silence hang in the air. “Yes Mommy,” John asked. “Tell me honestly, I mean from the bottom of your heart. What is it that you dream of when you are masturbating?” John gazed up at her, gathering his thoughts at the front of his mind. “You Mommy, I fantasize of you, with you.” After a short pause, Jill looked reproachfully at him. “I dream of wearing the diapers and using them,” he whispered. “I dream of being your Baby Boy forever. I get hard thinking about you changing my diapers and being in complete and total charge of me.” Jill waited while John gathered more thoughts. She was somewhat surprised, but delighted with his candor and honesty. Jill smiled down at him and kissed him. “Thank you Darling,” she said. “You really mean it, you want me to have complete control over you?” Without hesitation, John nodded. “And you promise me always to trust your Mommy, and do exactly what she wants, all the time?” “Yes Mommy,” John whispered throatily. “Make me yours, and I will love you forever.” It was Jill’s turn to turn on the tears now as she released his limbs from the restraints and removed the waterproof pants and the diaper. She felt a little guilty as John’s shriveled penis was a fierce red color. She drizzled on some Baby Lotion and tenderly rubbed it in. Unsteadily, John rose to his feet and sat on the porcelain potty for a pee. After a late breakfast, Jill cleared the table and told John to stay in his place. “Mommy, can I do a poo please?” He looked somewhat strained. “Not yet,” Jill replied. “I want to talk to you. Surely you can hold it for a short time?” John was dressed in his adult clothes, however underneath his jeans he was wearing a pair of pull up trainer pants. “Yes Mommy,” he whispered, completely cowed under her dominance over him. She put a bottle of milk in front of him, and a cup of coffee, pad of paper and pen for herself. “Drink your bottle,” she ordered. “While I write a note to Marion as I won’t be coming to work until after lunch today.” John was too focused on his own problems to be concerned about what Jill was writing. Eventually she finished and sealed the letter in an envelope, handing it to John. “Take this to The Home, and give to Marion,” Jill ordered. “And wait for a reply.” John was sweating now. “Mommy, I think I’ve had an accident!” Jill jumped up and dragged him off to the nursery where his potty was waiting. She pulled down his jeans and training pants and with desperation; John sat and noisily emptied his bowels. However, the damage had been done and he had succeeded in smearing the seat of his training pants with shit. “Finished?” she asked curtly. John sheepishly nodded. “Stand,” Jill ordered. Without wiping, she pulled up the training pants and fastening him back into his trousers. John looked at her shocked and dismayed. “I will clean you up when you are back Darling, now go quickly and take this package with you.” She handed him a brown paper parcel and kissed him. Nervously, John picked up the letter and drove off in the car. Smiling to herself, Jill punched some numbers on her phone. “Marion? Just to update you…” Part 16 and Conclusion. John arrived at The Home, and hurried into reception, well aware of the skin between his buttocks was beginning to smart. Worst of all, he could actually smell himself now. He hoped to be able to deliver the note and parcel nippily and be on his way home. Andii was on reception and she smiled at him. "Hello John, nice to see you." He liked Andii, she was always smiling and so polite. "How can I help you, Your wife is not here at the moment?" "I know," John explained. "I am here to see Marion." Andii spoke on the phone for a moment and then waved in the direction of the admin. Wing. "She's waiting for you." John thanked her, slightly puzzled. As he made off down the corridor, John turned over in his mind how he was going to get out of the office quickly. ‘Good Morning Marion’, he would say politely. ‘I have been asked to deliver this note to you. I won’t take up any more of your time, good bye!’ He would put the parcel down on her desk and then hand her the note. With a smile and a wave, he would retreat from the office and go home. Simple. Then why was he so nervous! Marion’s door was open! Good, he would not have to knock. “Hi,” John bravely threw his head around the corner of her door. Shit! She was having a meeting! Marion and three others were grouped around the conference table in the corner of the office. Marion looked up at him, a frown etched across her forehead; annoyed at being interrupted. He recognized the three other women, all Nurses, colleagues and friends of Jill. “What do you want?” Marion asked, her tone short and abrupt. John boldly marched to the desk and dropped the parcel and letter there. “Sorry to disturb, but these are for you from Jill,” he said. John beat a hasty retreat to the door but was stopped in his tracks by Marion’s fierce bark. “Stop right there!” She ordered, moving to the desk and ripping open the envelope. John was routed to the spot and didn’t notice Pauline, Jill’s head nurse on the men’s wing, go to the office door and close it. She remained there, protecting the exit. The other nurses, casually wondered over and stood next to John. Along with Pauline, he knew Patricia and Jane socially and their husbands. “Dear Marion,” Marion read out aloud. “As my dear friend and colleague, please help me with my dysfunctional Baby Boy husband.” John felt his knees go weak as he started to panic. Sweat almost immediately started beading on his forehead and he could only imagine the color of his face. Frantically, he looked for an escape route, but the nurses, with their gloating smiling faces, had boxed him in completely. “Please open box,” Marion read, and nodded at Jane who ripped open the seal and emptied the contents on the desk. John visibly shrank as his soiled underwear appeared in all their glory across Marion’s desk. Jane, with a look of painted disgust on her face, picked up a pair and exposed the vivid skid marks to all assembled in the room. “How revolting!” commented Pauline. “ Poor, poor Jill having to put up with that.” The others murmured and nodded in assent. Marion continued. “As you can see from the contents of the box, John likes to dirty his pants. This has been going on every since we first started living together and now, I regret to say, I am at the end of my tether with this behavior.” Marion lowered the letter slightly and glared at John. A stony silence fell as Marion picked up on the contents of the letter. “I love John dearly, but I have come to the reluctant decision that he is not going to be my husband, partner, soul-mate anymore, as he cannot, and will not fulfill his part of the responsibilities associated with that position. Last night John admitted to me that he wanted to be my Baby Boy, and give up the role of husband and partner. To prove what I say is true, ask him to suck his thumb.” “Well?” Marion glared at John. He was completely humiliated but complied, timidly putting his thumb in his mouth. The other nurses giggled with Pauline clapping with delight. “So, to that end, I have decided to keep him as my baby, and relieve him of all the responsibilities of adulthood. He will now give up his job and become a full time adult infant. He must now realize that he stands before you in his adult clothes for the last time.” Marion looked at Jane and Patricia. “Well? You better help him out of his adult clothes, hadn’t you?” John was frozen to the spot as two pairs of hands started pulling up his sweater and undoing his shirt buttons. “My dear friend,” Marion continued. “Please help me in this task. His transition to Babyhood must be with complete compliance. As a baby he must have no embarrassment or shame. I will be in later this afternoon, but please start his education and feel free to treat John appropriately as you see fit. Your dearest friend, Jill” Ps. As you have probably noted, he willfully soiled his training pants this morning. I would be grateful if you could find a fitting punishment for this. Marion folded the letter and watched as the nurses pulled down the soiled training pants. Jane grimaced. “No wonder he stinks!” John clenched his eyes shut with the humiliation and sucked harder on his thumb. Marion stood in front of him, pulling his thumb out of his mouth and gripping his chin. “John?” His wet eyes looked up at her. “You now have a choice.” Marion continued. “One, you can pull up your trousers and walk out of here. Or,” she paused, enjoying the power exchange in progress. “Two, you can completely submit to your new status in life, and give up adulthood.” John paled over, completely traumatized. His mouth gaped open, like a goldfish out of water. Marion smiled and whispered. “If you want option two, all you have to do is put your thumb back in your mouth, it is that easy,” she smiled. You could have heard a pin drop in the few moments that followed Marion’s statement. Almost in slow motion, John lifted his thumb to his mouth and started sucking. A loud cheer went up from all the assembled. John was immune to the clapping and laughter, only aware of the distant noise and the tears rolling down his cheeks. “Hello Andii,” Smiled Jill. “Is your new resident here?” Andii grinned back at her and handed over the car keys. “I think Marion has found him a new set. She is waiting for you in John’s new room.” Jill thanked her and moved off to the old storeroom where her and Marion had assembled various items of furniture and fittings last week. Marion and Pauline were there, tidying up as John lay in the cot, feeding from a large bottle of babies milk. His eyes lit up when he saw her. “Mommy,” he cried. “I love you.” Jill dropped the side of the cot, bent over and kissed him. “I love you too, my darling.” Jill looked down at the patterned onsie he was wearing over a thick cloth diaper and plastic pants. Her nose twitched as she detected the scent of a soiled diaper. Marion laughed. “We found a couple of suppositories to help him along with his first punishment diaper. He will stay in it till supper time.” Jill looked slightly uncomfortable and her heart melted as John’s hands gripped her hands almost painfully. “I am sorry Mommy,” he said. “They made me!” He blurted out. “Please Mommy, please take me home?” Gently Jill pushed his hands away and sat on the edge of the bed. “Darling,” she said. “I want you to listen carefully to what I have to say.” Jill stroked his hair. “Mommy loves you, but you can’t be her husband anymore. You will only be her baby from now on.” Jill watched his features absorb this new fact of life. “You will be living here in The Home, looked after by me and all these lovely ladies who also love you very much and want you to be the best Baby Boy in the world. When Mommy finishes work, she will be going home but you will be staying here.” In shock he looked up at her, and then started shaking and getting very agitated. Pauline and Marion immediately secured his limbs in restraint webbing as tears of frustration and sadness rolled down his cheeks. “Don’t worry,” she said, trying to calm him. “You will come home on some weekends and during holiday times and you can be a Mommy’s Baby Boy at home but I will not have the energy to hold down this job and look after two babies.” John stopped sniffing and stared at her. “Yes Darling,” she smiled” “I am pregnant at last and I am so happy. Soon I will have two babies in my life.” John smiled, but tugged at the restraints with frustration. “Mommy?” “Yes Darling?” Jill stroked his brow. “Jill,” he risked the name to prove a point. “We can turn this around. Let me come home as your husband and I will forget all about the diapers and the baby business. Please let me be a husband to you and a father to our new child?” Marion and Pauline held their breath as Jill mopped his sweaty brow. “Husband Darling? You tried that, remember?” Jill’s tone hardened. “You think that if I take you home as my husband, you will not dream of pooping in a diaper when you make love to me? If I take you home, will you save all your seed for me, and me alone?” John’s face collapsed in front of her. “No Darling,” she said. “You will be happier here. I have asked the nice ladies to masturbate you at every nappy change so that you don’t miss that.” Pauline laughed. “Can’t wait,” she said dryly but with a coy smile on her face. “And,” Jill continued. “No more dirty pants. You will now be in diapers all the time, and you will not have to bother about getting to the toilet and wiping your bottom. No Darling, You won’t be a husband to me, nor will you be a father to our child. You will be my special loving Baby Boy.” John broke down and started sobbing. “Please Jill,” he screamed. “Don’t do this to me, let me be your man.” Jill’s brow clouded over and she slapped him across the face. “Stop it!” She shouted, causing Marion and Pauline to jump in surprise. “Remember Peter Reynolds? Yes, your old colleague from your last job. I have been seeing him for the last 4 months.” John’s mouth opened in shock. “He is the father to the child in my belly, not you.” Jill said cruelly. “He is moving in next week as the new man about the house.” Jill instantly regretted the outburst, and she hugged her weeping Baby Boy. “I am so sorry darling, but life had to go on, I had reached the end of my tether.” I still loved John, but not as a husband anymore, not as a lover but as a large overgrown adult baby. I was very firm with him in the beginning, putting him exactly in the place that I wanted him. John’s choices were, and still are simple. He could stay or go. On more than one occasion, I had to offer to pack his suitcase for him. Each time he would dramatically back down and adopt a state of required compliance. As new life grew in my belly, John slowly resigned himself to his new position and status while I developed my home with a new man, Peter at the helm. I encouraged Peter to tease and humiliate John as it would implant the humility that I required from John in the future. John of course knew Peter from his previous life at the office but was deeply humiliated when he met Peter for the first time since he’d been infantilized. After his first week at “The Home”, we returned home for the weekend. John started shaking when he saw Peter’s car parked in the drive.
  8. The Potty Training Buddy

    The Potty Training Buddy By Tammie2 I. “Ohhh, Tom, dear, may I ask you a little favor?