My Baby Husband - The Story

[giantessman]

Author's Note (Read before you read): This is based off of a roleplay between @Nappy_Queen and myself that can be found in the role play section of the forum. I have edited it and updated the descriptions in it to flow well and offer a more detailed view of the story than our rp offers. Please let us know what you think and where you want to see it go. 

Chapter 1:

Janet got home from another day at the office. She worked part time as a secretary in her husband’s company Designated Adventures, a leading company in technology and science. Today her coworker, a young woman in her early twenties, announced she was pregnant. While Janet was happy for the young woman, she was jealous as well. 

At thirty Janet expected by now she would have started a family. She has been married to her husband for five years now and they had dated since high school. So many times they had argued about starting a family. Her husband always argued it wasn’t the right time, he’s just starting his business, they wouldn’t have time for each other, the excuses went on. 

She was so tired of arguing with her husband for something that she felt should come easy for them. They were financially stable, had a beautiful home, great friends, a family of their own is all that was missing. Over the last few months Janet had begun to see her husband as selfish. His every concern was what he wanted how changes would affect him. He acted like a child only caring about his wants and needs and her feelings be damned.

Janet poured herself a glass of Riesling as she began looking over the current and recently finished projects on her laptop. She flipped through the documents item after item noting progress. She was about to turn off her laptop when she saw a new project was almost complete that she was not aware was on the books. From the looks of it, the device was a gun that could change the size of anything. Suddenly, an idea formed in Janet’s mind. 
If he won’t give me a baby, maybe he can be one” 

The project was two weeks from completion giving her plenty of time to prepare and get her plan in motion. 

Jon was riding high, he had a beautiful wife, great friends, and a company that was driving full steam toward a public stock trade debut in a month. He had planned that after the release of a few of his newest inventions one of which was his most secret project, the size ray. It was just completing animal trials and would be ready for human testing in two weeks. 

The thirty-one year old was the owner and CEO of the company he had started with his best friend. They stood to make a ton of money when the company went public. He had already made millions while it had been private. Jon drove home in his blue 2021 corvette stingray. He loved having the top down letting the wind whip through his hair . He pulled into the driveway of his beautiful suburban home which was subtle for his wealth. He and his wife liked to keep their extravagance to a minimum. 
In the back seat he had Asian food for his wife, a token for him being a little later than usual. He knew she would be upset that he stayed late in the office again, but he hoped the takeout would smooth things over. 

He walked into the kitchen and saw her working on her computer, "working late there my cute secretary?" He spoke in a sexy teasing tone as he walked up to her. 
The tall six foot one man put down the takeout bag which wafted it alluring smells into the room. 
"I got you take out from that place you like downtown." Jon smiled as he put his arms around her. "What are you working on?" he asked looking at her computer, but the screen had long since went black as she seemed to want to keep that a secret from her husband. 

Janet had gone through half the bottle of the sweet white wine before Jon got home. She sighed as he said he got food from the place she liked. She didn't even like Chinese food all that much. He liked it, much like everything these days though that didn't seem to matter to him. She decided once more she would try to talk to him. 
"Just looking over the projects, everything seems to be on time. There are even a few things ahead of schedule.” She paused choosing her next words carefully. “Did you hear Lynnette, in accounting, is expecting? You'll have to find someone to fill her place when she goes on maternity leave." Janet refilled her glass of wine. “It's exciting don't you think her and her husband are both still young figuring things out but they're going for it full steam ahead. It makes me think about you and I. About us starting a family of our own."

"Yea, well that is great for them and I’m so happy that they are going to have a kid. I’m giving both of them leave. I’m sure we can find someone to pick up her hard work, but she did say she wanted to work for about five months into her pregnancy." Jon said sitting next to his wife smiling. 
"Janet, is this about having kids again?" Jon’s demeanor changed to a more serious one. "You’re being very baby crazy Janet, why is that?" Jon asked, eating some sweet and sour chicken. 

Janet frowned at his comment. Putting down her glass of wine she stared at him. "Baby crazy? Is it so crazy to want to start a family with the man I've been with since I was a teenager? Is it crazy if I expect you to care about the one thing I care about when I've always prioritized you?!" She stepped away from him infuriated.  

"Do you not realize we are in our thirties now? While you've got all the time in the world to start a family I don't. I'm on a timer and my biological clock is ticking! How is it you can do so much for everyone else but not me? I always support you in everything." She shook her head, grabbing her wine glass, she finished the contents and put the glass in the sink.

"I'm going to bed." Janet didn't even look at him as she left the kitchen to shower and change for bed. She was tired, emotionally and physically drained. He put everything into his business,  friends, even his employees. Why can't he just learn he should have put more into their relationship, into hearing and supporting her wants as she did his. Janet thought went into their marble bathroom. 
 
Janet had tears rolling down her face as she got into the shower. She cried not out of sadness but frustration. Again he cast aside her feelings about starting a family; he even called her crazy?! Well she'd have to show him just what baby crazy looked like then. She took her shower and changed into a purple satin pajama shorts set.
After lotioning her body and brushing her hair Janet shook her head looking at the main door to the master bedroom. In all the time it took her to shower and prepare for bed he still couldn't even bother to come talk to her.  She sighed and got into bed. Changes were definitely needed around here. Turns Out she'd lay out her plan to make those changes happen. Janet turned out her bedside lamp leaving their room in pitch dark. 
 
Jon sat at the kitchen table, he felt so guilty, “shit, that’s how she feels?” He asked himself as he poked at his orange chicken. He wasn’t hungry anymore, he didn’t want to do anything but be with his beautiful wife. He was worried she would be upset for him coming after her, but he stood up and sighed. 
Jon walked out of the kitchen, up the stairs, and down the hall toward his and his wife’s bedroom. He slowly opened the door hoping she wouldn’t bite his head off when he opened the door. He braced for the absolute worst. “Janet? Honey?” He asked softly, wary she could be asleep already. He was met with the sound of light snoring from the slightly drunk woman. 
 
Jon entered the room before he stood on his wife’s side of the bed looking down at her sleeping. “Honey can we talk?” He whispered at her. It was a Friday night and he was hoping that they would’ve had a nice night drinking wine and beer like they used to a few years ago. 

He got no reply and he knew that waking his wife up would make things far worse. He just went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and change into his boxers and t-shirt before he got under the covers next to his wife. He wrapped his arms around her and smiled. “Honey I love you, let’s have a kid.” He whispered into her ear. 

Janet had woken while Jon was moving about the room getting ready for bed. When he whispered that they should have a child she felt happy but also upset.  Instead of ignoring him she let out a sigh. "Please, don't just say it to placate me. Then you'll just resent me for it later. I want you to have a child with me because you want to. Because building a family matters to me just as much to you as anything else you've built. Don't just pity me and decide to do it to ease your temporary guilt or as some sort of consolation." Janet loved her husband and wanted to start a family with him more than anything. She'd been in love with him the day they met junior year of high school. Now for him to say let's have a child she knew she should be elated but she felt like it was a sincere gesture but made more to make peace then out of love for her. 

"Honey, I’m not just trying to placate you. Let's just talk about it. I feel like you're mad at me, don't you like our life together? I promise I’ll be ready to settle down. The company is going public in a few months and we stand to make millions if not billions off of it. That will make our life so comfortable that we can have as many kids as you want." Jon said as he snuggled up to her and felt himself getting turned on by the heat of her body and the smell of her moisturizer. 

"I will make a baby with you when you feel like it's right." He said as he kissed her shoulder and then her neck. "I love you sweetie. I just want to make our lives comfortable." Jon said even though he knew the company was all set to go public with or without him. He had his best friend on it and he knew he wouldn't screw him. Mason was his best friend since elementary school and they both stood to make tons of money with the public offering.

Janet sighed. "I enjoy our life together but I want more. I want to raise a family with you. I want to carry your children and watch our children grow and teach them with you. How much more comfortable does our life need to be?  We have a beautiful home, nice cars, our bills are paid, and we have a decent savings. The company goes public within the month. Having more money doesn't make us more prepared for a child than we are now." She moaned softly when he kissed her neck. Thirteen years together he knew just where to kiss her to excite her. 

"You've given the company of your time and attention for the last nine years. Mason can take care of things for a bit. It's time to put all your energy into us. Into building something here at home." 

"I will honey, I love you and I want to help raise our child. I just am not sure how I can be ready. You are clearly the more parental parent than I am." He said smiling as he heard her moan when he kissed her just below her ear. 

Works every time, he thought to himself as he used his hand to slip under her nightgown and massage her breast. He was in the mood and he was going to have sex with his beautiful wife. He knew there was a condom in the top drawer of his night stand but what he didn't know was that Janet had used a pin to poke a few holes in it. He also was not aware that she was off the pill. 

"Honey, how about we revisit this after we go public? I know it's hard but it's just another month or two. After that I can focus on you, and starting a family together. Then I will also maybe know how to properly raise a kid, that's something you seem to know a lot about." He massaged her nipple, "how about we relax and enjoy each other?"
Janet relaxed under his touch as he massaged her breast. She nodded her head. 

"Mmmm fine one month." She kissed him on the lips as she gently placed a hand to his cheek. 

"I won't wait even a day longer so you'd better be prepared." She smiled as she slid her other hand into his boxers taking hold of his hard shaft. 

"Now make love to me." She kissed him as she stroked his shaft up and down slowly. She knew her husband would reach for his condom. Just like she knew he would never think to check it for holes. Janet was done waiting and doing everything on his time. She was off her birth control and currently ovulating. They would start their family tonight whether he knew it or not. 

Jon grabbed the condom from the drawer in his bedside table not checking for holes he put it on and smiled. “Who’s your daddy?” He asked as he whispered into her ear. 
Janet smiled for tonight he could be be daddy. Soon enough he'd be calling her mommy and she'd have another baby on the way. Just the thought of the changes to come excited her.  Janet was passionate in her lovemaking giving everything to her husband.  It would be the last time he had sex for some time so she wanted it to be mind blowing.

The sex was passionate, Jon loved having sex with his wife. She was wild and so hot and she loved being filled by him especially when she felt the condom fail to hold back all of the load. Jon didn’t know but she did, soon she would be pregnant and have another baby in diapers. Jon slumped over in bed and fell asleep almost right away. He softly spoke, “I love you my Janney bean.” 

She cuddled into him as they lay naked. As he drifted off to sleep she smiled and kissed his cheek. "I love you too baby".
 
Two weeks later…

Janet smiled as she received a locked briefcase from the labs.  One email through her husband's account stating she would be picking up the size ray for him to do testing off-site and it was in her possession. Jon had said they would start a family, but after thirteen years she knew him. He would find excuse after excuse to put off what she wanted. He'd done so multiple times over the years. For the last two weeks she had been getting things ready at home. Jon never inquired or showed interest when she redecorated. She was certain he hoped her home design projects would keep their discussion off her mind. Nothing could be further from the truth. 

Janet pored over the notes on the ray and its use until she had it memorized. She had redecorated one of the guest bedrooms turning it into a nursery for a baby boy. Now with the ray gun in her possession she had everything in place.  

As usual Jon worked late. It gave Janet ample time to get everything in place. 
 
Jon had been crazy busy at work, he had forgotten about the deal with his wife to start a family. His size ray was about to start human trials as they had successfully shrunk and regrown lab rats. They also had doubled the rat in size safely giving him confidence that it would work well. He and Mason were also going to use the size ray's success to announce their public stock options. They were also getting ready with age freezing serum that was about to enter human trials too. Together they were going to make billions of dollars.

With a successful day behind Jon drove home in his red mustang parking it in the garage. He went right to the kitchen to prepare dinner when he saw the bottle of pink perfume he had bought Janet for her birthday with a note next to it.  

Hey Handsome, you've been working hard. Get undressed and come to the guest room across the hall from our bedroom. Tonight I'm going to take care of you.
 
He smiled as he looked down at the note. He felt himself getting turned on under his pants. Oh Janet, I love you, He thought to himself as he put down the perfume and started to walk back to the front hall before he went up the stairs to their room. He walked into his closet and threw his clothes on the ground and grabbed a condom. 
So, she has been working on a sex room, my wife has a wild side. He thought to himself as he walked across the hallway completely nude.  

He flung open the door and said, "daddy's home baby." Then he paused looking around the room. It was not what he expected at all, it was a baby's room. It seemed to be made for a baby boy, but he also saw some girl things sprinkled about. There was a crib with a mobile of trains swinging around in a circle. There was a changing table with pampers cruisers diapers packs that has Sesame Street prints. 

There were toys on the floor and the walls were pictures of trains, he loved trains. Next to the changing table holding a diaper and his size gun was Janet and she seemed to look a little taller than her normal five foot frame too. 

"Honey? What is this?" He asked his mouth going dry as little beads of sweat formed on his neck. He also felt his member begin to harden a little seeing his taller wife. 
 
Rather than give him time to run or ask questions she pulled the trigger. A bright ray pf light emitted from the gun and flew across the room at Jon. The ray hit Jon as he looked shocked and confused asking about the nursery.  Before her eyes Jon began to shrink inch by inch.

Her once six foot tall husband shrunk down to her height. Then the height of the crib. Still she kept the ray trained on him. Down he went getting smaller and smaller. Finally she released the trigger and turned off the ray gun. There before her eyes naked was her husband the size of an infant. Janet smiled as she walked over to Jon and picked him up.

Jon was in shock, he had not moved the entire time she was shrinking him and he forgot that she seemed taller than before. He had watched as she and the world around him grew bigger and bigger until he was maybe two feet tall, maybe smaller. He was scared.

He could now be manhandled by his nieces and nephews and they weren't even out of pull-ups. He had no clue but when Janet walked over and picked him up he almost peed himself.

"It's okay baby mommies got you. This is your new room mommy worked very hard on." She carried him to the changing table. Moving the shrink ray to one of the drawers she laid him on the changing table fastening the safety belt over his chest.

Jon’s shock wore off when the restraining buckle on the changing table was fastened. His arms were pinned to his sides which was exactly what Janet wanted. . 
"Now let's get you changed and ready for dinner." Janet raised Jon's legs and he'd feel the cool baby wipes as she wiped his bottom and little pee pee. Janet hummed as she set about getting Jon into his first diaper. 

"My new room? Mommy? What are you talking about? Janet Megan Smith you change me back right now!" He yelled using her maiden name. He was red with embarrassment and anger and jumped as the first cold wipe hit his penis which seemed to be smaller than normal even given his smaller size. 

He looked down as his wife's massive hands moved so easily over his body wiping it down. He then watched as a giant razor was used to clean his hair off before she cooed and got a diaper. The diaper looked huge to him and on the front of it was a smiling Elmo that seemed to be mocking him as she held it close to his face. 
"I’m not wearing a diaper Janet. I am your husband not a baby!" Jon said as he looked into the eyes of Elmo and then up at his giant wife who seemed to take up the entire space above the changing table. 

She looked like a heavenly angel from this angle. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a bun and her blue eyes were soft but determined. Despite her looks he was scared of her even with her light smile he was still shrunk being put in a pampers diaper on a giant changing table. 
 
Janet couldn't help but chuckle add he fussed on the changing table. She couldn't take him seriously even calling hey by her full maiden name. "My aren't you cranky my little prince. I think sometime is ready for din din and off to bed." Janet laid the diaper under his bottom and sprinkled his bottom with baby powder she gently rubbed it into his skin.  Lowering his legs Jon would feel the padding of the diaper under his bum as she powdered his crotch.  Satisfied he was well powdered she pulled the diaper up between her fussy babies legs and fastened the tapes closed around him. 

 "There we go isn't that better pumpkin?"

The diaper was soft and comforting as it was wrapped up covering his smaller penis. He had watched the slightly hard penis disappear behind Elmo's smiling face. Jon continued to squirm and fuss on the changing table.  Janet looked at him, her tone was gentle but firm. 

"Now Jon that's quite enough of that. If you continue all this fussing mommy will give you a warm bottom so you have a reason to be so fussy". 

He instantly stopped squirming at her threat. He looked up at her as she unbuckled him from the changing table. "Janet, you have to stop this now, please I am your husband not a baby who needs to have a pampers diaper." He said pointing to the diaper. 

Janet took out a blue onesie with a firetruck on it after getting his head through she released the strap so she could get his arms in and pull the onesie down snapping it closed at his crotch, the pamper crinkling in response. Janet picked Jon up and cradled him in her arms unhappy with the firetruck as he preferred a train. 
He hoped his wife didn't see his reaction as she picked him up.

"Is my little prince ready for dinner?" She cooed to him as she carried him out of the nursery toward the kitchen. 

"I ate coming home," he lied as she looked at him holding him close to her ample breasts. He was again looking up at her gentle face feeling himself getting hard in the diaper as she walked toward the kitchen. 
 
Janet sighed as she got to the kitchen and set Jon into a blue and red highchair. "It's not good to lie to mommy. You and I both know you came straight home from work." Janet took a white bib with a teddy bear on it from the counter drawer and fastened it around his neck. 

He blushed as he was caught in the lie, it was like she was a mom and he was a kid who had been caught. He could not believe he didn’t even notice the high chair when he walked in from the garage. He shook his head and spoke. 

"Sweetie is this because I didn't want to give you a baby? I will be happy to put one in you right now please just make me big again. I can't be seen like this!" He said as he moved around in the highchair trying to escape. He watched his giant wife move around the kitchen.

She took out two jars of Gerber baby food and emptied them into a plastic bowl and warmed it in the microwave. Jon’s mouth dropped open as she did this. He couldn’t believe this was real. 

He felt himself feel sick as she warmed them looking over at him. To make things worse he felt his bladder ask to be released. When the food was at the right temperature she sat down in a chair in front of him stirring the food. He watched her as she approached sitting in a chair and was still taller than him in the high chair sitting down.
"I know you're feeling very confused right now so mommy will talk and you will be a good baby, eat your food, and listen okay?" 

“Talk? Janet, let’s talk when I am bigger and not in a dia..” he tried to finish his sentence when the first scoop of baby mush was put into his mouth by his wife/mommy.
It tasted like the food after he had chewed it chicken, carrots, and peas all in one scoop with the plastic blue spoon with a steam engine on it. He wanted to close his mouth but she just kept shoving food in. He tried to keep up but it started to dribble down his chin onto the teddy bib.

"For a long time you have been putting all your focus into the company. So much so that you neglected to put any of your attention here at home unless it directly affected your concerns." Janet sighed and continued feeding him the baby food. 

"For a long time I went along with everything putting my wants aside. You kept taking what I give you for granted. You felt you could make all the decisions for our future and I should be happy and go along. In a relationship, a healthy relationship, the wants and needs of both people are taken into account. Both people plan their future together. For all your smarts you couldn't seem to work that bit out hmm?" 

She was talking about how he wasn’t listening to her and how he was not being a good husband. She had a point, but shrinking him and making him wear diapers was too far. Therapy would have seemed more logical in his mind. 

“I did know that, I thought you liked it when I took control.” He tried to respond to her last sentence but it sounded like it was garbled from all the food in his mouth. She probably had understood him but he looked silly for sure. He looked up at his wife as he swallowed then was about to repeat himself when he felt his bladder as again.
"Okay, Janet lets talk about this later. I need to pee." He said looking at her expecting her to react or let him out. 

Janet chuckled, he looked like quite the messy baby. He had food on his bib dribbling from his mouth. "Yes, you have your diaper on sweetie so you can go pee pee while you finish your dinner." She cooed to him as she fed him another mouthful of the baby food. 

"There is a difference between taking control, making things happen for both parties to be happy, and taking control to ensure that your specific wants and needs are met and your partner just having to go with it."

She smiled as he squirmed in the highchair fighting his bladder. "I tried many times to talk to you but you just cast my concerns aside. Then two weeks ago you had the audacity to call me baby crazy," She chuckled. 

"That's when I realized you weren't going to learn. Sure you said we'd start a family but you didn't mean it. I bet you haven't given it a single thought since that night right? You said you aren't ready to be a dad. So now instead you can be a brother." She smiled placing a hand to her flat belly. 
"You see, I took your feelings into consideration. I wanted to start a family you don't want to be a dad so I'll raise our family and you can be a good sibling instead of a daddy."

Her last words hit like a pile of bricks. Forget the diaper, forget the mushy food in his mouth; his wife was pregnant and he was going to have to be the brother instead of dad. He looked up at her and felt tears forming in his eyes. He was now struggling against his bladder and his eyes. 

Jon lost the battle against both. A hissing sound was heard as she let her final words hang in the air. She knew what was happening in his mind and in his pamper. The diaper under his onesie started to get warm as his penis released its full bladder. Tears rolled down his eyes as she used the words he used to weasel out of having a kid against him. There he was crying in a wet pamper in a high chair with baby food in his mouth and down his chin. He felt helpless and that was exactly what Janet wanted. 
"But mommy... I want to be a daddy not a baby brother." He said sniffling as the tears kept flowing as did the pee. 
 
She used his bib to wipe his face clear of baby food. "Goodness your fussy tonight. My baby boy needs milk and beddy bye." Taking the dirty bib off him Janet picked up her crying baby. 

"You’re much too little to be a daddy pumpkin. Mommy wants you to be a good baby brother and maybe when you're grown up you can be a daddy". She carried him to the nursery and laid a baby blanket on the changing table. Janet made quick work of changing Jon's wet diaper and getting him powdered and into a dry one. His diaper changed, Janet used the baby blanket he was on to swaddle him. 

She held him in her arms as she sat in the rocking chair.  "Hush now baby time for milk". 
 
He began to calm down as she sat down in the rocking chair. "Janet I am sorry please let me be the daddy to my kid, please I am sorry I learned my lesson." He said as he watched his wife pull out her breasts which were dripping with none other than breast milk.
Janet had been taking another invention of the company, a supplement to encourage milk production in the breast for wet nurses. She opened her top and unclipped the cup of her nursing bra. 

Jon’s mouth went dry and hung open as she smiled. He had always been a boob man even if her ass was fine her breasts were amazing not to mention that now they had grown because of the milk production. Jon let the massive nipple go in his mouth. 
Instantly, milk started to flow and to not drown he had to swallow the sweet milk that tasted amazing. It was more fatty than he imagined but it tasted so good.
Janet smiled gently rocking as her baby husband nursed from her.  He seemed to settle down almost immediately when presented with her full milky breast. He kept drinking but in the middle Janet popped him off her left boob and to her right where he kept drinking. He felt his belly fill and he got a small gut from it. He felt safe and warm and had calmed down. He looked up at her as he unlatched full. 

"Honey, I am sorry." He said as milk dribbled out of his mouth. He had an erection in his diaper which was hidden by the diaper and the blanket. He felt lethargic like one feels after eating too much turkey at thanksgiving dinner. He let out a small burp and a yawn. 

He tried to think straight and tried to say something to his wife but it all came out as what Janet could best describe as a toddler's ramblings or a drunk man's slurred speech. There was something in there about him wanting to be a daddy and him being a grown up. He didn't say any bad words but he was not happy about being small. That was obvious. At the end of his rant as Janet was putting back in her bra he felt himself get another small boner in the diaper. He also said something that surprised Janet, her shrunken baby husband said something about his pampers being comfy. He looked up at her and smiled. 

Janet smiled back at him, she could tell he was in a losing battle wanting to talk but being full and warm making him sleepy. Janet was surprised when Jon stated his diaper was comfy. 

She smiled kissing his forehead as she lay him in his crib snugly wrapped in the soft warm baby blanket. To Janet it seemed maybe this transition wouldn't be so hard for him after all. Jon wanted to fight, he wanted to stop his wife from stripping away everything, but he just simply couldn’t. The crib’s mattress felt like it was made out of memory foam. Janet turned on the train mobile above his crib which played a soft lullaby as the plush steam trains rotated above him. 

As the trains started to rotate above him he drifted off to sleep like a baby. He didn’t even hear her turn on the baby monitor and night light before turning off the lights to the nursery. "Goodnight baby boy sweet dreams". 

Janet closed the nursery door and hummed as she went to her bedroom to relax for the evening. Janet could hardly believe how well everything went. She picked up her iPhone and called Mason. 

"Everything went as expected. Effective tomorrow you will be the face of the company. You were right about the breast feeding he settled down quickly when I left him to nurse and went right to sleep". She laughed pleased with how everything was going. 

"I'll wait a few days, let him adjust, then we'll come by the office so you and I can iron out the finer details." She ended the call and ran herself a hot bath relaxing thinking about the wonderful future she had before her. 

-End of Chapter 1

[RonnieJA]

wow, great story, hopefully there is more to this

[giantessman]

1 hour ago, RonnieJA said:

wow, great story, hopefully there is more to this

Thank you so much there is more on the RP and I am working on chapter 2 now. 

[Babydel]

Love it, well done. More please

[giantessman]

3 hours ago, Babydel said:

Love it, well done. More please

Thanks! What did you like about it?

[Babydel]

I loved the way she treated him. The description of how he was nappied, fed and breast fed was exactly what I want to happen to me. Great story. 

[sally21]

verry comforting

[giantessman]

10 minutes ago, sally21 said:

verry comforting

I am glad you liked it

[Mugi]

Very nice start! Looking forward to reading more.
Nice to see Jon accepting the diapers pretty early. I bet he and Janet could come up with a lot of fun. ?

[Ohmo]

A nice changeup to the "Wife wants a baby, husband doesn't" trope.

When involved in an RPG many technical issues can be ignored, but when taking it out of the game and pushing it into a piece of fiction for others to read and enjoy, using an editor could improve the story.  Although not a satisfactory replacement for a human eye, there are several excellent "writing assistants" out there including Word's editor, Pro Writing Aid, even Grammarly. And always read it a day or two after the last edit to make sure it is ready for the audience.  

Where would I like it to go?  Not my story, so I'd like it to go where the author(s) are taking it.  I have a valid reading passport and can get a visa for almost any destination.  ?

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[Bondagediaperlover93]

will there be a second chapter?

[giantessman]

On 7/12/2022 at 5:09 AM, Bondagediaperlover93 said:

will there be a second chapter?

I could work on one if there was interest

[Mommysbabyboy]

More please 

[giantessman]

I have it somewhere maybe we can redo it. 

[Diapee underskirt]

3 hours ago, giantessman said:

I have it somewhere maybe we can redo it. 

That would be awesome!

[giantessman]

(Well its been a few years and I found this thread again.... Here is another chapter for you all)

Chapter 2

The next morning Jon woke up in a cold groggy sweat. “Argh.” He said as he opened his eyes to light pouring into his new train themed room. He sat bolt upright and saw the white bars of the crib rising above him. “It wasn’t a dream, no!” He said as he looked around the room trying to figure out what to do. That was when he smelled it, there was a poppy smell in the air. 
He looked down and threw off the train blanket Janet had but over him. 

There between his legs he saw the pampers diaper she had him in was brown and clearly used. The Elmo on the front smiled in a smirking way. “No I couldn’t have.” He said as he heard footsteps slowly approaching the door. Janet was about to come in. He quickly put the train blanket back over to try and hide the messy diaper. In doing so he felt the poop mush around his body and his penis. He winced as he heard humming coming from the other side of the door. How is she actually enjoying this? He asked himself. 

He watched as the door to his room swung open and his giant beautiful wife entered. He was ready to talk about Jeff this. “Okay you had you fun Janet, time to make me normal again! I am going to be there to raise our kid. You are going to make me bigger including my penis which you seemed to have shrunk more on purpose. Then you’re going to shrink yourself back to being five feet tall because you made yourself taller! Then we are going back to normal!” He said as she looked down on him from the top of the crib. She was smiling before her nose wrinkled as she sniffed. Jon felt his heart flutter. “Look I didn’t do it on purpose, it was the milk.” He said when he saw her smelling the air, he was very stinky. He was trying to ignore the feeling of the mess caked around his diaper area.

“Oh no baby, it seems like someone had a dirty diaper. Did you do it in the night?” Janet said with a faux sweetness. She picked him up and cradled him like a baby. “Look at you, all stinky and messy. Did you have an accident?”

Jon’s face was a mix of horror and embarrassment. He had never felt so powerless in his life. The woman who he had promised to love and cherish was now his tormentor, and he was in a diaper. Janet took him to the changing table and laid him down, his heart racing as she began to untape the sides of his diaper. He squirmed trying to get away but she held him firmly. “Naughty baby, stay still for mommy.”

The moment the diaper was open, the smell hit her and she couldn’t hold back a chuckle. “Well, someone’s been busy in the night.” She said, her voice dripping with fake concern. She pulled out the mess and Jon’s cheeks burned red with shame as his wife held his dirty diaper up for examination. “You really did make a mess, didn’t you?”

Jon felt his dignity slipping away with each passing second. He was a grown man, not a baby, yet here he was, naked and exposed oh a changing table. He had to find a way out of this nightmare.

"Janet, please, this isn't funny," Jon whimpered, his voice a mere squeak as he squirmed under her firm grip.

"It's all part of the process, my little one," Janet cooed, her voice filled with an eerie blend of sweetness and authority. "Now be still, or it will only get worse."

Jon's squirms grew more frantic as Janet cleaned him up, her touch cold and methodical. With every wipe, he felt his dignity crumble further, his mind racing for a way to escape this bizarre reality. He had always been the one in charge, the one calling the shots, and now he was reduced to this... a mere baby in his own home, his own wife his caretaker.

After what felt like an eternity, Janet finished and secured him into a fresh, dry diaper. "There, much better," she said, her voice still laced with the sugary sweetness that made his skin crawl. She lifted him up and held him close, his face buried in the softness of her chest, feeling the warmth of her body against his. It was a strange sensation, one that should have been comforting, but all he felt was trapped.

"Now, baby Jon, let's get you dressed for the day," Janet said, placing him in his playpen. He watched as she sorted through the baby clothes she had bought for him, each item seemingly smaller and more degrading than the last. He had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable.

Her choice of attire for him was a onesie with cartoon animals that were too small to be considered adult in any way, and she paired it with a freshly laundered pair of baby blue pants that had snaps on the crotch, clearly designed to hold a diaper. The pants were adorable, but on him, they were a stark reminder of his new, infantile state.

As Janet dressed him, Jon felt the fabric of the onesie against his skin, clinging to his body in a way that only served to amplify his embarrassment. She tugged and pulled, ensuring every inch of him was covered, yet somehow leaving him feeling more exposed than ever. The snaps of the baby pants clicked shut, and the sound echoed in the nursery, a final nail in the coffin of his dignity.

"Alright, baby Jon, it's time for you to play while Mommy gets ready for work," Janet announced, placing him in his playpen with a gentle pat on the diapered bottom. "You can stay here and play with your toys."

Jon was not going to touch the blocks, plushies or rattle so he settled for the phone with Sesame Street characters on it. He picked it up and looked at the yellow red and blue phone. 

“Why does my wife hate me, tell me Elmo?” He pressed the button and elmos voice came back. “I think you’re great in pampers diapers. Elmo loves Pampers, he's even on them. Have you seen me?” 

“Yeah you are on those diapers. I made you stinky this morning you shit.” He said quietly so his wife wouldn’t hear him. That made him laugh as he looked down at his outfit. He could feel the pamper between his legs. He reached for the buttons on his shirt and tried to pull at them but he didnt seem to have the strength to open them. He groaned and pulled but nothing. He gave up and looked at the phone again.

He pressed the big bird button and big bird spoke. "You are such a smart baby learning how to use a phone."

"I know how to use a lot more than a phone but I am the size of a baby!" He said frustrated. He put the phone down and stared at the mesh walls that were too tall to climb.
Janet walked back in, she was dressed in her work attire which was a very tight pencil skirt that showed off her curves and a white button up blouse that was open at the top showing off her lacy purple bra. "Good boy playing with your toys," she said with a smile, "But it’s time for your bottle."

Jon felt his throat tighten, "I can feed myself Janet." He protested.

"Oh no baby, mommy's got to make sure her little one eats all his breakfast," Janet said with a wink, ignoring his protests.

Jon felt a mix of embarrassment and arousal as she approached with a bottle filled with a suspicious-looking substance. The sight of his gorgeous wife in her office attire only served to highlight the absurdity of his current situation. He tried to fight it, but the helplessness and humiliation of being in a diaper and a onesie was an unexpected aphrodisiac.

Janet noticed his discomfort and decided to add to it. "Now, now baby Jon, don't be shy," she said, her voice a gentle purr as she held the bottle to his lips. "You need to drink all of this so you're nice and full for daycare."

Jon's eyes widened in horror as the reality of the situation set in. "Daycare?" he squeaked.

"Yes, baby," Janet said, her voice a mix of amusement and firmness. "Mommy's got to go to work, and you're coming with me." She picked him up and carried him downstairs to the kitchen, where she sat him in a high chair, the plastic straps digging into his thighs as she secured him in place. "You're going to be the best-behaved baby at daycare, aren't you?"

Jon felt a strange mix of anger, embarrassment, and something else, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. The reality of the situation washed over him again. He was about to be taken to work and placed in daycare, like an actual child. "Janet, please, this has gone too far," he pleaded, his voice cracking.

Janet only giggled, a sound that seemed to echo through the kitchen, taunting him with its lightness. "Don't worry, baby, it's just for the day," she said, as if that was supposed to make everything okay. She picked up the bottle and began to tilt it towards his mouth.

"Janet," Jon protested, his voice now a mere squeak, "I'm the CEO, I can't go to work like this. What will everyone think?"

"Don't worry, baby," Janet cooed, her voice dripping with feigned innocence. "Mason and I had a little chat last night. He told me that the board had a meeting without you. You decided to go find yourself in the mountains of Europe, didn't you? That was such a naughty thing to do without telling anyone."

Jon's eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about, Janet?" he asked, his voice a squeak of confusion and concern.

"Oh, baby," Janet said, feigning ignorance as she sat down beside him, her hand resting gently on his thigh. "You don't remember? You had that big, important board meeting yesterday, and when you didn't show up, they had to make some decisions. You know how much they rely on you."

Jon's mind reeled. This couldn't be true. He had been there the whole time, working tirelessly, but somehow, Janet had concocted this elaborate lie. He felt his cheeks flush with indignation. "I was never at any meeting. I was at work. How could they think that?"

"No baby you were in your crib last night in a poopy pamper" Jon's eyes widened in disbelief as Janet spoke with a chuckle, holding the bottle closer to his face. He tried to push it away with all his might, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. "This isn't funny, Janet! I'm not a baby!" he protested, his voice quivering with anger.

"But you are, baby," Janet said, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and determination. "You are now, and you're going to learn to love it. Now, open your mouth for mommy."

Jon felt his cheeks burn with anger as he clamped his lips shut, his teeth grinding together. How had it come to this? The woman he loved had turned their home into a prison for his pride. He glanced around the kitchen, his eyes landing on the clock. The time was ticking closer to Janet's departure for work, and his fate was sealed in a high chair, dressed like an infant.

"Come on now, baby," Janet cooed, her voice a stark contrast to the steel in her gaze. "You don't want to make Mommy late for her first day as CEO, do you?"

Jon's eyes went wide with shock as she spoke, and he realized the depth of her deception. She had not only shrunk him but had also orchestrated a coup at his company.

"But Janet, they can't just...I'm the CEO!" he protested, his voice a mere squeak.

"Oh, baby, you're not anymore," Janet said sweetly, her eyes gleaming with a hint of victory. "You decided to take a little vacation, remember? Off to Europe to find yourself in the mountains. Naughty boy, leaving us all worried."

With a firm but gentle touch, she shoved the bottle of her own freshly pumped breast milk into his mouth. Jon's eyes went wide as the warm liquid filled his mouth, the taste foreign and unwelcome. He struggled to spit it out, but Janet was insistent, her thumb pressing firmly against his lower lip. "Swallow it, baby," she cooed, "It's Mommy's milk, it's good for you."

Jon gagged, but the milk trickled down his throat, the sensation making him feel even more humiliated. Janet's eyes never left his as she held the bottle steady, watching him with a mix of amusement and triumph. "That's it, baby," she said, her voice filled with a strange satisfaction. "You're going to get used to this."

After what felt like an eternity, the bottle was empty. Janet took it away, wiping the excess milk from his chin. "Good boy," she said, her tone condescending. She picked him up from the high chair and held him close, his legs dangling, his mind racing with the reality of the situation.

"Now, baby Jon, we need to get you ready to go to work with Mommy," Janet said, her voice still dripping with sweetness. She carried him into the garage, and there it was: her sleek black SUV with a car seat, adorned with cartoon trains, waiting for him. The sight of it sent a shiver down his spine. He had always loved trains, but now they represented his newfound captivity.

Jon watched as Janet secured the car seat, ensuring it was snug for their journey. He felt a strange mix of anger and resentment, but his voice remained a squeak. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because, my dear husband, I love you," Janet replied, her voice dripping with sweetness that didn't quite reach her eyes. "And I want you to understand what it's like to truly depend on someone, to be taken care of. To know that someone else's needs come before your own. It's a valuable lesson for any parent."

Jon stared at her, his mind racing. "But this is..."

"It's what we both need," Janet said, cutting him off firmly. "You need to learn to appreciate what's really important in life, and I need to make sure you're ready to be the husband and father I know you can be."

As she closed the door to his designated area, the finality of the act sent a shiver down his spine. The sound of her high heels clicking against the concrete floor of the garage echoed as she walked around to the driver's side, her hips swaying with a newfound confidence.

Janet buckled herself into the plush leather seat, her eyes flicking to the rearview mirror to ensure baby Jon was snug in his car seat. He stared back at her, his eyes brimming with a mix of anger and fear, but she merely offered a sweet smile. "It's going to be such a fun day, baby," she said, her voice a patronizing sing-song that grated on his nerves.

The drive to the office was a blur of traffic and high-rises, the usual bustle of Chicago's suburbs doing little to ease the tension in the vehicle. Jon squirmed in his seat, his diaper feeling unnaturally heavy and the fabric of his onesie sticking to his skin. He had to admit, the fresh air was a welcome change from the stuffiness of the house, but the thrill of the outside world was lost on him amidst his current predicament.

As Janet navigated the car through the company's parking lot, Jon felt his stomach drop. The sight of the gleaming Designated Adventures building, the place where he had spent countless hours building his empire, now seemed like a foreboding fortress of humiliation. She pulled into a spot reserved for the CEO, a spot that was rightfully his, and turned off the engine.

"Okay, baby," Janet said, her voice cheerful and business-like as she unbuckled herself. "Let's get you out of here."

Jon felt the world spin around him as Janet lifted him out of the car seat, his legs wobbly as she cradled him in her arms. The humiliation of his situation was not lost on him as she carried him into the sleek office building that had once been his domain. He was now her little burden, a tiny man dressed in baby clothes, unable to protest as she walked through the doors and into the elevator.

The ride up was a silent one, the tension palpable as Janet pushed the button for the top floor, the headquarters of Designated Adventures. The doors slid open and she stepped out, the heels of her stilettos clicking against the marble floor as she made her way to the daycare center.

Jon squirmed in her arms, his heart racing at the thought of facing his colleagues in this state. "Janet, please," he whispered, his voice barely a whimper.

"Shh, baby, it's okay," she soothed, her voice a stark contrast to the coldness in her eyes. "Mommy's got you."

The daycare was a whirlwind of colors and laughter, a stark contrast to the stark corporate environment of the office. Janet walked through the double doors with Jon nestled in her arms, his cheeks burning with a mix of anger and embarrassment. He could feel the eyes of the employees on him, but they all saw was a cute baby with a loving mother.

"Welcome to Little Explorers Daycare," chirped a young lady in a pastel pink uniform. She had a name tag that read 'Miss Becky'. "What a precious little boy!"

Miss Becky was indeed a sight to behold. Her fiery red hair was tied up in a bun that accentuated her high cheekbones and piercing green eyes. She had a warm smile, but Janet could sense a hint of mischief in them, something that made her stomach flutter with excitement. Janet felt a thrill of anticipation run through her as she realized that Miss Becky was going to be a crucial part of her husband's new life as a baby.

"This is our little Jon," Janet said, her voice filled with feigned maternal pride as she held him out to Miss Becky. "He's a bit shy, but he's such a good boy."

Miss Becky's eyes lit up with a knowing smile. "Oh, he's adorable," she said, taking him gently from Janet's arms. "Don't you worry, we'll take such good care of him here at Little Explorers."

Jon's stomach twisted in knots as he looked at Janet, silently pleading with her to end this madness. But Janet's smile was cold, her eyes gleaming with victory. "Bye-bye, baby," she said sweetly, giving him a little wave before turning on her heel and walking away, her hips swaying with every step.

Miss Becky looked down at him, her smile never wavering. "Don't worry, baby Jon," she cooed, her voice a syrupy sweetness that made his skin crawl. "Mommy will come back to get you after her big, important meeting. Until then, you're going to have so much fun with us!"

And with that, Jon was left in the hands of Miss Becky and the other daycare workers, his tiny body trembling with fear and anger. He couldn't believe this was happening to him, the CEO of a multinational company reduced to a diaper-wearing baby at the mercy of his own wife. As Janet's footsteps grew faint, the sound of the daycare's nursery rhymes grew louder, and the reality of his situation crashed down upon him like a ton of bricks. He was surrounded by actual babies, all cooing and babbling, and here he was, unable to do anything but watch as Janet disappeared into the elevator, leaving him to face the day ahead.

[aldl4811]

Glad to see another chapter!

[giantessman]

Yeah it took a while, sorry about that. What did you think of it?

[giantessman]

Miss Becky held him at eye level, her smile never wavering. "Let's go to the changing table, sweetie," she said, her voice a sickly-sweet symphony to Jon's ears. "You're looking a little wet, aren't you?"

 

Jon's eyes widened in horror as she carried him to a small, padded table with colorful toys and a stack of diapers on the side. He realized he had wet himself out of fear, his diaper now heavy and uncomfortable. He squirmed, trying to resist, but his strength was no match for Miss Becky's. She laid him down with surprising ease, his body feeling vulnerable and exposed on the cold, plastic surface.

 

"Now, let's get you into a fresh diaper," she said cheerfully, her voice grating on his nerves as she unfastened the soggy diaper and began to clean him up. Jon felt his face burn with embarrassment as she wiped his private parts with a baby wipe, his dignity slipping away with each gentle swipe. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to block out the humiliation, but the smell of his own waste lingered in the air, a stark reminder of his new reality.

 

Miss Becky was surprisingly gentle and efficient, having clearly done this countless times before. She talked to him in a patronizing baby voice that made him feel even smaller than he already was. Jon had to admit, she was good at her job, which only made the situation more unbearable. He lay there, naked and vulnerable, as she powdered him up and slid a clean, dry diaper under him, the crinkling sound echoing in his ears. She taped it up with a flourish, patting his bottom as if to say 'Good boy'.

 

Jon looked down to see the smiling Elmo on the front of the diaper, a stark reminder that he was now at the mercy of Janet's whims. He wanted to scream, to protest, but all that came out was a pitiful whine. Miss Becky looked at him with a knowing smile. "Look who's being a good baby," she said, her voice sickly sweet. "Now, let's get you dressed."

 

Miss Becky picked out a onesie with little yellow ducks on it and began to slide it over his head. The fabric was soft, but the act of being dressed like an infant was degrading. He squirmed, trying to get away, but she was too fast. Once the onesie was on, she picked him up and cradled him against her ample chest, her breasts pressing against his cheek. He could feel his cheeks burn with embarrassment, but he couldn't help the way his body responded to her touch.

 

"Aw, aren't you just the cutest baby," Miss Becky cooed, her voice sticky sweet like the candy she offered him. "You're going to make all the ladies in the office swoon."

 

Jon felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment as she placed him down on the plush, colorful play mat that was laid out for the daycare's youngest guests. He looked around the room, filled with toys and baby paraphernalia, and wished he could shrink further to escape the humiliation. The other children around him, actual babies, cooed and giggled, blissfully unaware of the power dynamics at play.

 

Miss Becky picked up a rattle, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Look, baby Jon," she said, shaking it in front of his face. "A new toy for you to play with!"

 

Jon's eyes followed the rattle with a mix of anger and resentment. He was a grown man, the CEO of a multimillion-dollar company, and here he was being treated like an infant. He felt the urge to grab the rattle and throw it across the room, but his tiny hands couldn't even grasp it properly. Instead, he watched as Miss Becky placed the rattle just out of his reach.

 

The day dragged on, a never-ending cycle of teasing, playing, and naps. The other children in the daycare were all blissfully unaware of the humiliation Jon was experiencing. They played with their toys and crawled around, babbling and laughing, while he sat in his crib, dressed in baby clothes, trying to make sense of his new reality.

 

Miss Becky was a master of her craft, her eyes never leaving him for long, ensuring he remained in his place. She'd often come by to coo over him, tickle his belly, and make him giggle despite his efforts to resist. He felt his body betraying him, his laughter muffled by his pacifier, as he squirmed and wriggled under her touch.

 

The day crawled by with a mix of activities that Janet had meticulously planned for him. There were moments of sheer boredom, lying on the play mat, surrounded by toys that were too simple for his shrunken form. He found himself staring at the ceiling, contemplating the absurdity of his situation. The fluffy clouds painted on it seemed to mock him, reminding him of the vast world outside that he could no longer reach.

 

Miss Becky had a way of engaging him that was both infuriating and oddly comforting. She'd coo and baby talk, holding him in her arms, his cheek pressed against her soft, sweet-smelling neck. He'd feel her breathe deeply, her chest rising and falling as she'd sway him back and forth, rocking him like an actual baby. Despite his rage, his body responded to the rhythm, his eyes growing heavy with fatigue. Jon fell asleep in the giant woman's arms and was put down for a well deserved nap.

 

Meanwhile after Janet had left she took the elevator down to the boardroom for the vote of her becoming CEO. Then it would be off to the press room to announce the public launch of the company.

 

The board room was a cold and sterile place. The walls were white, the furniture was black and chrome, and the only color came from the logo emblazoned on the wall, the same logo that had been the center of Jon's life for so long. Janet felt a strange sense of power as she walked into the room, her heels echoing off the floor like a battle cry. The board members, all men, all older than her, all looking at her with a mix of surprise and curiosity.

 

"Good morning, gentlemen," she said, her voice cool and collected. "Thank you for meeting me today."

 

The board members nodded, their expressions a mix of confusion and curiosity. Janet knew that she had the upper hand here, and she intended to use it. She had the power of the size ray on her side, and she had Mason backing her up. The vote to make her CEO was a formality, but she enjoyed watching the surprise flit across their faces as they took in her newfound confidence.

 

Mason, her husband's best friend and business partner, sat at the head of the table. He had always been there for Jon, supporting him through the tough times, and now he was there for Janet as well. They had shared their secret, and he had been more than eager to help her with her plan. He had seen the toll the constant work had taken on Jon, and he knew that Jon had been neglecting Janet's needs. With a firm nod, he called the meeting to order.

 

"Gentlemen, we are here to discuss the upcoming public launch of Designated Adventures. As you all know, the company's success has been a collective effort, and we stand on the brink of something truly monumental." Janet began, her voice strong and clear. She had practiced this speech a hundred times, but the words felt different now, knowing that she had the upper hand.

 

Mason nodded in agreement, his eyes meeting hers briefly, a silent affirmation of their shared secret. He had always had a soft spot for Janet and had been concerned about the toll the business was taking on her marriage. He knew that Jon had been neglectful, and he hoped that this drastic change would serve as a wake-up call to his friend.

 

"As you are all aware," Janet continued, "the company is in excellent financial standing and ready to take this next step. However, in light of recent developments, there has been a change in leadership that needs to be addressed." She paused, watching the faces of the board members as they exchanged confused glances. "Jon will no longer be the CEO of Designated Adventures."

 

A murmur of disbelief rippled through the room, but Janet raised a hand to silence them. "I understand that this may come as a shock, but it is a decision that has been made in the best interest of the company."

 

Mason cleared his throat. "As Janet said, we've had some...unexpected changes in Jon's life, and he's decided to step down to focus on his personal growth."

 

The board members looked at each other, some with furrowed brows and others with knowing nods. They had all seen the toll the work had taken on Jon, his once vibrant spirit now dulled by the weight of his responsibilities.

 

"As for the future of Designated Adventures," Janet continued, "I will be assuming the role of CEO, effective immediately. I've been with the company since its inception, and I am confident in my ability to lead us to even greater heights."

 

The board members were stunned, but they had to admit that Janet had always been an integral part of the company's success. They nodded in reluctant agreement, and the vote was unanimous. Janet felt a rush of triumph as she was officially appointed the new CEO. She had been the one behind the scenes, keeping the company afloat with her sharp business acumen and organizational skills, and now it was her time to shine.

 

As Janet walked out of the boardroom, her mind raced with the day ahead. She had a packed schedule of meetings and press conferences, all designed to make the company's public launch a resounding success.

 

Meanwhile, Jon stirred in his crib, the plastic bars digging into his side. The fabric of his diaper felt cold and uncomfortable against his skin, but it was dry. He had managed to hold it in through the long hours of boredom and frustration. Opening his eyes, he took in the colorful scene of the daycare. The babies around him had moved on to nap time, their soft snores and gentle breaths filling the room. The only sounds that broke the silence were the occasional giggles of the toddlers playing in the adjoining area and the distant murmur of adult voices.

 

Miss Becky entered the room, her heels clicking against the tiles. She had a knowing smile on her face as she approached the crib. "Time to wake up, baby Jon," she said, her voice a sickening sweet symphony. "Mommy's back from her important work."

 

Jon groaned, his voice muffled by the pacifier she had put back in his mouth before nap time. He rolled over onto his back, staring up at the looming woman. She leaned over, her face a mask of sweetness that made him want to scream. She pulled the pacifier out with a pop and kissed him on the forehead. "How was your nap, baby?" she cooed, her breath warm against his skin.

 

Jon's eyes searched hers, looking for any hint of understanding, any glimmer of doubt that would give him a way out. But her eyes were just as they had been all day: kind, but utterly oblivious to the rage and humiliation boiling beneath the surface of his tiny body. He felt his shoulders slump in defeat.

 

Miss Becky scooped him up into her arms, cradling him like a baby, and carried him out of the daycare. He could feel the weight of the fresh diaper pressing against his legs, the padding thick and unyielding. He had never felt so vulnerable in his life.

 

As they approached Janet's office, Jon's heart raced. He had to play his part perfectly. He couldn't let anyone know that he was an adult, that he was the CEO of the company, that he was in charge of so much more than just his own tiny form. He took a deep breath and tried to clear his mind of any thoughts that might give him away.

 

Miss Becky pushed open the door, revealing Janet's office. She looked up from her paperwork, a warm smile spreading across her face as she saw Miss Becky carrying him. "Oh, Jon's awake!" she exclaimed, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "Bring him over here."

 

Jon felt his heart sink as Miss Becky complied, setting him down in Janet's arms. He had hoped that Janet would see the fear and anger in his eyes, that she would realize the monstrosity of her actions. But instead, she only saw a cute, obedient baby, dressed in the tiny yellow ducks onesie and crinkling diaper.

 

"Look at you, my little bundle of joy," Janet cooed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Did you have a good day?"

 

Jon felt the weight of his new reality settle over him like a heavy blanket. He had to play along, at least for now. He nodded his head slightly, feigning understanding. Janet beamed and leaned in to kiss his cheek. The smell of her perfume was overwhelming, and he had to fight the urge to pull away. Instead, he made a soft, contented noise, hoping it would pass for baby talk.

 

"It's okay, sweetie," Janet said, her voice a soothing balm over his anger. "Mommy had a busy day, but now she's here to take care of you."

 

Miss Becky excused herself from the room, leaving Janet and Jon in the quiet embrace of Janet's office. The office was a testament to her success, with sleek, modern furniture and a large desk covered in paperwork. The floor-to-ceiling windows revealed the sprawling skyline of Chicago, the sun setting in a blaze of oranges and pinks.

 

With a gentle sigh, Janet cradled Jon in her arms, his tiny body feeling like a doll against her. She stroked his hair, which had grown soft and downy since his transformation. The sight of him, dressed in the cute yellow onesie with the little ducks on it, made her heart swell with a strange mix of love and power. She had never felt more in control of her life, and the thought of it sent a thrill through her.

 

They left the office building, the cool evening air a stark contrast to the controlled climate inside. Janet carried him through the parking lot, her heels clicking on the asphalt as she approached her sleek black SUV. The car seemed even larger now that she knew Jon was so small, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill as she opened the door and placed him in his baby seat, secured harness. She had picked it out especially for him, knowing it would be both comfortable and humiliating for her husband.

 

As they merged onto the highway, the traffic was as thick as ever. The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the city lights to dance in the rearview mirror. Jon sat in his car seat, his mind racing with a mix of anger and embarrassment. He had always been in control, but now he was utterly at her mercy.

 

Janet navigated the traffic with ease, her eyes flicking to the mirror every so often to check on him. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement at the sight of her husband so small and vulnerable. She reached into the back, her hand grabbing for the bottle filled with what she hoped would be a special surprise. "Here, baby," she cooed, unscrewing the top and bringing the bottle to his mouth. "Mommy's got some milk for you."

 

Jon's eyes widened in surprise as the warm liquid filled his mouth. It tasted faintly familiar, but there was something different about it. He began to suckle, his mind racing. The motion was both comforting and degrading, his pride fighting against the instinctual need to drink. As the liquid hit his stomach, he felt it begin to churn and bubble, the laxatives she had added taking effect almost immediately.

 

The traffic grew heavier as they approached the suburbs, the honks and shouts of frustrated drivers outside a stark contrast to the serene bubble of Janet's car. She hummed softly to herself, seemingly oblivious to the turmoil her husband was facing in his tiny body. The carseat was too snug for his liking. The world outside looked so much bigger, so much more daunting than it had before she shrunk him.

 

Jon felt his stomach protest as the laxatives began to do their work. The sensation was uncomfortable, but he was too stubborn to let Janet see his distress. He clenched his teeth around the bottle's nipple and took deep breaths, willing his bowels to remain still.

 

But nature was undeterred by his pride. His body began to betray him, the pressure building in his diaper with a swiftness that was both surprising and terrifying. The realization that he had no control over his bodily functions in this state hit him like a sledgehammer. The fear and humiliation grew with each second, his cheeks burning as he desperately tried to hold it in.

 

Janet, seemingly oblivious to his plight, turned on some soothing lullabies from the car stereo, the twinkling melodies doing nothing to calm his racing heart. She chatted away, sharing tales of her day, her voice soothing and motherly. All the while, his stomach churned, the laxatives working their cruel magic.

 

Jon felt his cheeks burning with humiliation as the pressure in his diaper grew unbearable. He had never felt so vulnerable and powerless in his entire life. The traffic showed no signs of letting up, and Janet's eyes remained fixed on the road ahead. She had become adept at navigating the congested streets of Chicago, her confidence in this new role unshaken.

 

With a resigned sigh, Jon closed his eyes and allowed the inevitable to happen. He felt his bowels release, filling the thick padding of his diaper with warm, wet mush. The smell of his own waste filled the small space, a stark reminder of his new reality. He tried to hold back the tears that threatened to fall, not wanting Janet to see his weakness.

 

Janet, however, was not as oblivious as she seemed. She had noticed the sudden tension in his body, the way his tiny fingers gripped the sides of his car seat. She knew he was fighting against the urge to go, and she felt a perverse thrill at his struggle. She had hoped that the laxatives would kick in on the drive home, giving him a taste of what she had planned for the evening.

 

They drove on, the traffic unrelenting. The city lights danced in the windows, casting a cold glow across Jon's face. He felt the warmth spread through his diaper, the mess thick and unpleasant. He tried to shift in his seat, but the snugness of the straps and the bulk of the diaper kept him immobile. The humiliation washed over him like a wave, leaving him feeling small and pathetic.

 

Janet, noticing his discomfort, couldn't help but smirk. She knew what was happening and was enjoying every moment of it. "Looks like someone had an accident," she cooed, her voice thick with mock concern. "Don't worry, baby, Mommy will change you when we get home."

 

Home was a sprawling, modern house in the affluent suburbs of Chicago, surrounded by lush greenery and the distant sounds of children playing. Janet pulled into the garage and turned off the engine, the sudden silence echoing in the enclosed space. The SUV's headlights flickered off, leaving them in the dark.

 

Jon remained in his seat, his eyes still tightly shut, trying to ignore the squelching sensation in his diaper. Janet opened the door, the cool air rushing in, and unbuckled him with a gentle touch. "Come on, sweetie," she said, lifting him out of the car. "Let's go inside."

 

The house was bathed in a warm glow as Janet carried him into the entryway, her heels clicking against the marble floor. She nuzzled his cheek. "Mommy's home," she whispered, inhaling his baby powder scent with a smile. She didn't bother to change his diaper yet, enjoying the power dynamic that had been so drastically altered.

 

Jon's face flushed, the diaper feeling heavier with each step she took. He squirmed in her arms, the thickness of his mess making a noticeable bulge beneath the yellow fabric. The smell was unmistakable, and he was painfully aware of it. He didn't dare protest; she had made it clear that his new life was all about following her lead.

The house was a bastion of domesticity, with plush rugs and gleaming surfaces that only highlighted his current state. Janet carried him into the living room, where a roaring fire cast flickering shadows on the walls. She settled onto the couch, placing him on her lap. "Now, let's talk about our future," she began, her voice a blend of sweetness and authority.

 

Jon's stomach clenched, both from the discomfort and the gravity of their conversation. The smell of his diaper filled the space around them, a potent reminder of his predicament. Janet, seemingly unfazed, began to outline her vision for their family. "We're going to start with diaper training," she said, her eyes glinting with excitement. "You're going to learn to tell Mommy when you need to be changed. And if you're a good boy, I might even let you play with your toys."

 

Jon's mind reeled. "Diaper training?" he repeated, his voice high and strained. "But, Janet, I'm not a baby."

 

Janet's smile never wavered as she stroked his cheek. "You're my baby now," she said, her voice a sweet poison that coated every word. "And it's my job to take care of you, to teach you everything you need to know."

 

Jon felt his stomach twist at the thought of diaper training, his mind racing with the implications. The idea of being forced to regress to a baby-like state was as terrifying as it was humiliating. He opened his mouth to protest, but Janet shushed him gently. "It's okay, sweetie. Mommy will guide you through it all."

 

Her voice was a siren's call, lulling him into a sense of false security. She had done her research, and she knew that diaper training was a process that would strip away his adult dignity and replace it with a childlike dependence. "You're going to learn to love wearing diapers," she continued, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "You'll tell me when you need to go, and I'll change you. Just like a real baby."

 

Jon's heart hammered in his chest, the reality of his situation sinking in deeper with each word. He felt the wetness spread in his diaper, the warmth and weight of his soiled diaper pressing into his skin. He didn't want this, didn't want to be a plaything for Janet's newfound maternal instincts, but the look in her eyes told him that she was unyielding in her resolve.

 

Her fingers began to trace the outline of his diaper, her touch light and feathery, yet it sent a shiver down his spine. He knew what was coming, the inevitable next step in her twisted game. Janet's eyes searched his, looking for any sign of consent, any spark of excitement she could latch onto.

 

Jon felt a strange mix of fear and arousal building inside him. He had never thought of himself as someone who would be into such a thing, but the situation had him so on edge, so vulnerable, that his body seemed to be betraying him. He watched her hand hover over the bulging mess in his diaper, the anticipation unbearable.

 

"Look at how wet you are, baby," Janet said, her voice taking on a seductive tone. "Mommy's so proud of you for going potty."

 

Jon felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment, his tiny body squirming in her arms. The reality of his situation was a stark contrast to the powerful CEO he had been just days ago. The laxatives had done their job, and now he was nothing more than a helpless baby in Janet's eyes. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear. "But you're not just wet, are you? You're dirty, too."

 

Her words sent a tremor through him, and he couldn't deny the truth. His diaper was soaked with the foulness of his own waste, the smell filling the air between them. Janet's eyes searched his, a glint of something unreadable in her gaze. "It's okay," she whispered, "Mommy's here."

 

Her hand found its way to the bulge in his diaper, and she began to rub it gently. At first, he resisted, the sensation foreign and degrading. But as she continued, something strange began to happen. Despite the mess, despite the humiliation, his body responded to her touch. He felt himself growing hard, the fabric of the diaper straining against his little erection.

 

"Good boy," Janet whispered, her eyes never leaving his. She stroked him through the thick padding, her movements slow and deliberate. The warmth of her hand, the gentle squeezes she applied, all served to heighten his arousal. The smell of his own waste surrounded him, a constant, pungent reminder of his new reality.

 

Jon felt his body responding, his penis straining against the confines of the diaper. He didn't want this, didn't want to be aroused by such a degrading act. Yet, as Janet's hand worked him over, he couldn't help the feeling of pleasure that began to swell within him. His cheeks flushed, and his breathing grew shallower with each stroke.

 

"Mommy's got you," Janet cooed, her voice a balm to his bruised ego. "You're doing such a good job, baby. Just relax and let it happen."

 

Her words, a strange mix of comfort and control, sent a thrill through his shrunken body. The pressure in his diaper grew, the smell of his own waste filling the space between them. Yet, even as he felt the disgust, his body responded to her gentle coaxing. His penis grew firm against the soft fabric, the warmth spreading through him like a blush of shame.

 

Her strokes grew firmer, her touch more insistent, and he found himself panting in her grip. The fabric of the diaper grew wetter, the mess spreading beneath her hand. The room grew hazy around him, the edges of his vision blurring with arousal. Janet leaned closer, her breath warm against his cheek as she whispered, "Cum for Mommy, baby. Show me how much you love your new life."

 

The words sent him over the edge, and with a whimper of surrender, Jon's body convulsed in orgasm. The sensation was intense, his tiny penis pulsing in the warm embrace of his soiled diaper. He felt the hot release fill the absorbent material, the pressure subsiding as he came. Janet watched with a knowing smile, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "Good boy," she murmured, her hand slowing. "You're such a good baby for Mommy."

 

The aftermath of his climax left Jon feeling more embarrassed than ever. He had just come in his dirty diaper, under his wife's watchful gaze. Yet, the strange mix of humiliation and pleasure left him craving more of her attention. He squirmed, the messy aftermath of his release sticking to his skin. Janet leaned back, her hand sliding away from his crotch. "Look at the mess you've made," she said with a tsk. "We'll have to get you cleaned up before we can have any more fun."

Her words sent a shiver down his spine. He hadn't considered that his ordeal was far from over. Janet stood with the grace of a woman who had done this before, despite the fact that this was all new to Jon. She carried him to the nursery she had prepared in the days leading up to her plan. The room was adorned with babyish decorations, the crib a stark contrast to the king-sized bed they used to share.

 

The crib looked massive to him now, a looming symbol of his newfound vulnerability. Janet laid him down on the changing table, his diapered bottom sticking up in the air. She peeled back the tapes, exposing the soiled mess he had made. The smell was overwhelming, a noxious blend of his own waste and the sweetness of the laxatives.

 

Her touch was gentle yet firm as she cleaned him up, using baby wipes to scrub away the filth. Each wipe brought a sting, but he couldn't bring himself to protest. The reality of his situation was sinking in, and he found himself oddly comforted by her tender ministrations. He watched her face, searching for any sign of revulsion, but all he found was a mother's love—twisted and perverse, but love nonetheless.

 

Once he was clean, Janet powdered him and slid a fresh diaper under him. She tapped his thighs playfully, a gesture that made his cheeks burn with a new kind of embarrassment. "Lift your legs up, baby," she instructed, and with trembling effort, he did. The new diaper was cold against his skin, and she pulled it snug around his waist. "There, all clean and dry," she said, smoothing the fabric over his crotch.

 

Jon lay there, his mind racing as she finished her work. He felt like a specimen under her care, a doll to be dressed and played with as she saw fit. She tucked him into a onesie that was far too small for his original size, the fabric tight against his skin. It was covered in cartoon animals, a stark contrast to the sharp suits he was used to wearing.

 

"Alright, my little prince," Janet said, lifting him into the air with surprising strength. "It's time for dinner."

 

Jon felt his stomach rumble in protest, the baby food she had been feeding him throughout the day not quite satisfying his adult hunger. Yet, he knew better than to argue. Janet had made it clear that this was part of his new reality, and the only way to survive was to embrace it.

 

Janet walked over to the rocking chair in the corner and took a seat in it. Jon was confused as he thought she said it was dinner time.

 

"Where's the dinner?" he asked looking around the room.

 

"Dinner's right here, baby," Janet said, pointing to her chest as she sat in the rocking chair, her shirt peeled off to expose her ample breasts. The sight of his wife's bare chest was a stark reminder of the surreal turn their lives had taken.

 

Jon's eyes grew wide as Janet leaned back, her breasts spilling over her bra. She unhooked the clasp and let the fabric fall away, revealing the soft mounds of flesh that he had once known so well. Now, they looked like they could fill his entire field of vision. He couldn't help but stare, his mouth going dry as she began to massage her breasts, the nipples hardening into tight buds.

 

"Mommy's milk is ready for her baby," she cooed, a knowing smile playing on her lips as she watched his reaction.

 

Jon's cheeks flushed a deep crimson as Janet's breasts came into view. The sight was overwhelming, her nipples standing at attention, beckoning him. He felt a strange mix of fear and excitement, his body responding in ways he never thought possible. Despite his embarrassment, he felt his little penis begin to stiffen against the confines of his fresh disposable diaper.

 

"Mommy's milk is the best, isn't it?" Janet said, her voice a soft purr as she cradled his head against her chest. She took one of her breasts in her hand and held it to his mouth. The scent of her milk was intoxicating, a blend of warmth and sweetness that filled his nose. He couldn't help but latch onto her nipple, his mouth reflexively suckling as she giggled in delight.

 

The feeling was unlike anything Jon had ever experienced, a strange mix of comfort and arousal. Janet's skin was so soft, so warm, and the taste of her milk was heavenly. His cheeks hollowed as he greedily sucked, the warmth of her body enveloping him. His little erection pressed against the diaper, leaving a wet spot that grew with every suck.

 

He felt a hand at the back of his head, gently encouraging him. "That's it, baby," Janet murmured, her voice a soothing lullaby. "Take Mommy's milk."

 

Jon's cheeks burned with a mix of humiliation and desire. He had never been one for such things, but the power dynamic had shifted so dramatically that his body was responding in ways he didn't understand. The warmth of her milk filled his mouth, the taste both strange and comforting. He swallowed, feeling the liquid trickle down his throat, soothing his hunger in a way that no food ever had.

 

Janet watched him with a mix of satisfaction and amusement, her hand gently stroking the back of his head. She felt his tiny body quiver against her, his breathing growing ragged as he suckled greedily. She knew the power she held over him in this moment, the control she had over his every need. It was a heady feeling, one she hadn't anticipated but was quickly coming to enjoy.

 

With a soft chuckle, she pulled him away from one breast and switched him to the other. The sensation of her nipple leaving his mouth was strange, like a sudden loss of suction, but the taste of the milk was too overwhelming for Jon to protest. He latched onto the new offering with a sigh of contentment, his eyes closed tightly as he drank his fill.

 

The warmth of Janet's milk seemed to spread through his entire being, filling him with a sense of peace that was eerily similar to the feeling of intoxication. His head grew lighter, his thoughts becoming hazy and indistinct. The room around him swam, the colors becoming muted and the edges of his vision blurring like a dream.

 

Janet watched him with a knowing smile, her eyes filled with a mix of motherly affection and a hint of something more primal. She could see the effect her milk was having on him, his pupils dilating and his breathing growing shallow. The power she held over him was intoxicating, a thrill that coursed through her body as surely as the milk flowed from her breasts.

 

Once Jon had had his fill, she gently removed his mouth from her nipple and wiped the excess milk from his cheek. His eyes fluttered open, a dazed look in them that she found utterly adorable. "Mommy's little baby," she cooed, her voice low and soothing. "You're doing so well."

 

With a gentle pat on his back, she picked him up and cradled him against her, the soft fabric of his onesie rubbing against her bare skin. "Now, it's time for some entertainment," she murmured, carrying him out of the nursery and down the stairs to the living room.

 

The room had been transformed into a playground for a toddler, with brightly colored toys scattered across the floor and the TV playing an episode of Sesame Street. But this wasn't the typical children's show; the screen was filled with images of babies in diapers, all smiling and happy, the characters speaking in soothing tones that seemed to echo Janet's own voice.

 

"Look, baby," she said, setting him down on the plush carpet. "This is your new favorite show. It's going to help you understand your new life, help you love your new diapers."

 

The episode began with a segment on the letter 'D' for diapers, the puppets singing a catchy tune about the joy of wearing  them. Janet sat cross-legged on the floor, watching her husband's reaction with a curious eye. Despit his initial disgust, Jon's gaze remained transfixed on the screen, his cheeks a rosy hue as he listened to the lyrics praising the snug embrace of soft, absorbent padding. She could almost see the wheels turning in his mind, trying to reconcile his new reality with the carefree life he'd once known.

 

Elmo, the lovable red monster, waved from the front of Jon's diaper, his cheerful grin a stark contrast to the messy situation. Janet couldn't help but smile as she saw the irony—the very symbol of innocence adorning the crotch of a man now reduced to babyhood. She picked up a plush Elmo toy from the floor, holding it up to her husband's face. "See, Elmo is happy you're wearing a diaper. Maybe you can be happy too."

 

Her voice was soft, yet carried an undertone of command. She knew the power she wielded in this scenario, and she was determined to use it to mold him into the baby she desired. The show continued, displaying various scenarios of babies in diapers playing and giggling, their tiny hands slapping against their bulging crotches with glee. Jon's eyes grew wide, his mind racing to comprehend what he was seeing.

 

"It's okay, baby," Janet said, stroking his hair. "Mommy's here to make everything all better."

 

The episodes grew increasingly more focused on diapers, each segment weaving in subtle messages of submission and comfort in being a baby again. Janet watched Jon's eyes, seeing the conflict within him as he tried to resist the allure of his new, degrading reality. Yet, as the show progressed, she noticed his gaze grew more accepting, his eyes glazing over slightly as he became lost in the colorful world of diapers and babyhood.

 

One scene showed a group of babies in a playpen, all wearing the same Elmo-emblazoned diapers as Jon. They were giggling and cooing, their tiny hands exploring their crotches. As the camera zoomed in, it was clear they were enjoying the feeling of being diapered. Janet leaned in closer, her own heart racing as she whispered to him, "See, baby? It's natural. Everyone does it. You're just like them."

 

The show introduced a new character, a young motherly figure named Miss Diaper, who spoke in a soothing voice, addressing the audience of babies, including Jon, as if they were all part of her nursery. She began to sing a lullaby about the comfort of being in a clean, dry diaper, her gentle melody accompanied by images of babies drifting off to sleep, surrounded by their favorite plush toys. Janet watched as Jon's eyelids grew heavy, the hypnotic quality of the show beginning to take hold.

 

Jon felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment as Janet leaned in closer, whispering sweet nothings in his ear. "Mommy's proud of her baby," she murmured. "You're doing such a good job wearing your diaper."

 

Her words seemed to meld with the sounds of the TV, the gentle lull of Miss Diaper's voice and the giggling of the babies on the screen. His eyelids grew heavier and heavier, until finally, they closed completely. As he drifted off to sleep, the pressure in his bladder grew, and without the ability to hold it back, he released a warm stream into the thick padding of his diaper. The sensation was strange, foreign, yet somehow comforting, like slipping into a warm bath after a long day.

 

He was vaguely aware of the sound of the show continuing, the soft whispers of Janet's voice as she watched over him. His mind swam with images of the diaper-clad babies, their faces filled with contentment and joy as they played and slept, oblivious to their surroundings. He felt a strange kinship with them, a yearning to be as carefree and unburdened as they were.

 

When Janet saw the telltale dark spot spreading across the front of Jon's diaper, she couldn't help but smirk. Her little baby had wet himself, just like she knew he would. She let him sleep for a few more moments, enjoying the sight of him so small and helpless, before gently lifting him into her arms.

 

The trip back to the nursery was a blur of lights and colors, his head lolling against her shoulder. Janet felt a mix of satisfaction and excitement, her plan unfolding before her like a beautiful, twisted bouquet of flowers. She laid him in the crib, his diaper sodden with the warmth of his urine. The sweet smell of baby powder and wet fabric filled the air, a scent that now seemed so natural in their lives. She pulled the blanket up to his chin, tucking it around his body with a gentle, almost loving touch.

 

Jon stirred, his eyes fluttering open for a brief moment before they closed again. "Mommy?" he murmured, his voice a weak whisper.

 

"Shh, it's okay, baby," Janet soothed, her voice a soft caress. "Mommy's right here."

 

With a sigh, he curled into a fetal position, his cheek pressing against the mattress. Janet leaned over the railing of the crib, watching him for a few moments longer. He looked so tiny, so vulnerable in the oversized bed. The plastic bars seemed to loom over him, a stark reminder of his newfound infancy.

 

Leaving the nursery, she padded downstairs, her bare feet silent on the cool hardwood. The house felt different somehow, the air charged with a new kind of energy. She poured herself a generous glass of wine, the liquid a deep, rich red that mirrored her emotions. She took a long sip, savoring the taste as it spread through her mouth and warmed her chest.

 

Dinner was a simple affair of leftovers from the fridge, but Janet found that she had little appetite. Her mind was too busy with thoughts of Jon upstairs, her little man-baby, soaking in the reality she had created for him. She picked at her food, her eyes drifting to the monitor she had set up in the kitchen. It displayed a live feed of the nursery, showing him sleeping peacefully in his crib.

 

Her thoughts drifted to the past, to their early days of dating, when Jon was the charming, attentive boy who had swept her off her feet. She remembered the promise he had made to her, his voice filled with love and conviction, "I'll give you anything you want, Janet." But as the years rolled on and the company grew, he had forgotten those words. Or perhaps he had never meant them.

 

The wine was a welcome distraction, the alcohol loosening her tension. She decided to take a bath, to soak away the day's frustrations. The warm water enveloped her body, the bubbles rising to tickle her nose. As Janet lay in the tub, she couldn't help but think about the future. Her husband now a baby and she the CEO. The house was eerily quiet, the only sounds were the faint echoes of the TV upstairs and the occasional dribble from the tap. Janet knew that Jon would be asleep in his crib, his mind reeling from the events of the day. She felt a strange mix of pity and power, watching him regress before her eyes. But it was for the best, she assured herself.

 

As the water grew tepid, Janet climbed out of the tub and wrapped a fluffy towel around her body. She padded into the bedroom, the coolness of the marble floor sending a shiver down her spine. She slid into bed, the king-sized mattress feeling more like an empty ocean without her husband's familiar form beside her. Yet, she was exhausted, the weight of her decision and the effort it had taken to shrink him finally taking its toll. She fell asleep with a mind racing with plans and a heart that felt both heavy and light with anticipation.

[Pierry Louys]

Loved this story !!!