So great!
It’s easy to see how her mother frequently telling her about the pain of childbirth would put her off not just child bearing, but also being penetrated.
It would be wonderful to see how she incorporates her enjoyment of orgasms into the new life she is creating…
And are we going to meet her mother? Is she dominant too?

Such great work. Thank you.

Sounds like Lisa definitely has long term plans for James. I should think, with his current 'medication' He will be totally nappy dependent in a couple of weeks and then there will be no way back.

"Do it. Do it now, ~pantywaist.~  Beg Mistress Dorian to ~Petticoat~ you." Dorian continued, "Allison, you do know that the only way I will ever allow you to be around Me is if you submit to being ~Petticoated.~ Permanently." Dorian continued, ~Petticoated~ by Me, of course." Her verbal assault on Allen. "You are such a pathetic excuse for a  man, Allen. ~Effeminate,~ Weak-willed, on the smallish side, and your pretty little voice is getting more and more Girly and Feminine every day; you already have started to take small mincing steps, sometimes when I am watching you closely. You Absolutely crave ~Shame~...and Relentless ~Humiliation;~ and you are quite Mesmerized when you watch Me slowly and skillfully put on My ~Makeup,~ or even just touch It up. ~Makeup~ fascinates you, doesn't it, sissy? I just bet it does," taunted Dorian. "Now...beg Me. Beg Me to ~Petticoat~ you." Allison curtseyed, albeit clumsily and nervously. Then she(?)  shockingly raised her(?) little hand to speak. "What is it, Allison?" Dorian now was clearly aggravated. "Mistress, do I have to be ~Petti~...~Petti~...~Petti... ~Petticoated~ with leighton here? I mean...he's a boy! Please! Please not here. In front of HIM!" Allison's sweetish little voice was begging Dorian to spare him the exquisite humiliation of being ~Petticoated~ in front of another male(?) Dorian laughed, "Surely you jest,  My Sweet Pretty ~Effeminate~ Allison." Dorian paused thoughtfully for a few seconds, continuing, "Did I just say you were ~Effeminate,~ Allison? Let me add this real quickly,...While you ARE somewhat ~Effeminate,~ you're not nearly ~Effeminate~ enough for Me. You have the ~swishy~ tendencies but REAL ~Effeminacy~ entails years of Intensive Training.  Don't you worry your Pretty little head about that Intensive Training,  I'll take care of that 'little' problem soon enough...."

Hi Antonia, great start and look forward to coming chapters. I am guessing Lisa has a lot more than 6 months planned for his babyhood judging by all the expense she has incurred.

Chapter 4

James awoke late in the afternoon and he realised from the weight of his nappy that he must have wet himself again during his sleep. The soft terry towelling that had been so soft, fluffy and caressing, was now hard, solid and clinging. His skin, unused to being damp and confined in such a soggy environment had begun to look a little red – the barrier cream applied at the time of his nappying had worn off and nappy rash was about to commence.

Lisa breezed in and the side of his cot was lowered. She immediately set about undoing his onesie by pulling apart the snaps and exposing the very wet yellow nappies peaking out beneath. She worked his feet out of the leggings and motioned him to lift his bottom so that she could slip his changing mat beneath him. Down came the plastic pants, out came the pins, away came the soaking nappies which were put in the “wet” nappies bucket.

“What a good baby to have his sleep and wet his nappies again,” she said carefully wiping his wee wee stick and front with baby wipes. She pushed back his legs and cleaned his bottom with equal efficiency making sure to thoroughly clean around his poo hole.” She looked carefully at his reddening skin “ugh oh,” she exclaimed “looks like baba has a little start of naughty nappy rash.” She reached under the changing table and took out a large pot of zinc and castor oil cream, which she applied thickly all over his nappy region. It felt cool on his skin, but was at the same time heavy and sticky. She took two of his extra thick night time nappies and folded them together and slipped them under his bottom. He lowered his bottom on to the soft cloth and felt how the towelling adhered to the sticky cream. Lisa picked up a jumbo bottle of talc-um powder and shook in generously over his sissy stick., before pulling the thick wedge of nappies through his legs and pinning them tightly with four nappy pins. She reached to the end of the shelf and picked a pair of thick pink vinyl pants from the bottom of the pile. These were one of the super large sizes she had chosen for his night time protection. She struggled to pull the pants up over the huge bulk of his nappies, made especially difficult because the nappies were so thick that James could not pull his legs together, so great was the bulk and width of the terries.

She went to the big cupboard next to the chest of drawers and took out a smocked nightie made of Winceyette, that she dropped over his head and buttoned up at his back. It was exactly the nightwear that would be worn by a baby less than a year old.

The bib James had been wearing was wet with his dribbles and she pulled it through the neck of the nightie and undid the bow to remove it. James suc-ked on his dummy and said nothing, still scarcely believing what was happening to him.

Lisa retrieved another larger, thicker bib from his drawer and tied it round his neck, this one was pink and had a strange teddy on the front dressed in nappies. It was also backed with a vinyl layer to prevent the dampness permeating though to his nightie.

On his feet she fitted white woollen booties that secured with pink ribbons.
 
“Time for your tea” she said taking a set of pink leather reins out of another drawer. The little bells on the breast plate tinkled sweetly as she carefully secured the buckles at the back. She pulled at the leading rein secured on either side of his waist and he scrambled out of his cot and onto the floor.

Every move he made resulted in a delightful tinkling of the little bells. He suc-ked on his dummy not knowing what else he could do. A tug on his reins propelled him toward the nursery door, which he noted had very secure locks. His nursery was as secure as any prison.

They made their way down stairs. He had to bump down on his bottom because his booties slipped easily on the carpet. He was astounded when they entered the kitchen because pride of place at the kitchen table was a full sized high chair with a little step for him to climb up into it. Once he sat down, Lisa clipped his harness to the two d-rings at each side and pulled the strap through his legs to prevent him falling out.

Chapter 5

Lisa took no time in serving him his tea which consisted of fish fingers and baked beans, served with bread and butter and tomato sauce. She put a full sized bib on him that included arms and so protected the whole of his upper torso. It was secured at the back with three cloth ties and made of the softest terry towelling.

A plate was set before him and he looked for eating implements but found none. Lisa smiled and told him to eat with his fingers. James was starving and dived in to his meal, in no time at all, his face was sticky with the juice of baked beans and crumbs from the coating of his fish fingers. A bottle of Ribena appeared and he didn’t think twice about suc-king down the blackberry juice with gusto through the teat of the babyish feeder. Rivulets of the purple juice ran on to his bib and James could not have cared less. Chocolate cake finished off his treat and Lisa was delighted to see how well James was taking to his new role as baby of the house.

“You are really making me so happy” cooed Lisa as she stroked James’s head as he finished off the last pieces of the cake. “Look at my baby boy enjoying tea with his Mummy. It’s just as well baby has a big bib on, isn’t it?” she asked “You have certainly made your Mummy some washing on that one, haven’t you sweetheart? We had better clean up your handy pandies before we let you out of your high chair, what do you think?”

James tilted up the bottle and suc-ked out the last of his juice with a hiss. He put it down on the tray and it fell over and rolled onto the floor, he hung over the side to see where it had fallen and was totally restrained by his harness. He felt completely trapped and for the first time he felt a tingle of fear run through him. He was totally secured, Lisa oversaw every element of his life. He could not run anywhere; he could not even move anywhere in the house without her being in control. He had no say in what he ate or drank, he had no input on the simple act of going to the toilet or where and when he went to bed.

The sphere on Lisa’s bracelet winked briefly as she released the catch on the tray to his high chair. She picked up his dummy and put it in a plastic box full of steriliser that was by the sink. The bottle was retrieved from the floor and put in the sink for washing.  She carefully undid the ties securing his bib and carefully removed it. His harness, dribble bib and underlying nightie were all pristine. She undid the harness and took it off. James was helped to the floor and he realised that this was a chance for him to escape.

He stood fixed to the spot, a small sound escaped him, almost a chuckle. Where the hell could he go dressed in a huge double set of night time terry nappies covered by a ridiculously large pair of plastic pants that ballooned out around him, attired in a baby’s nightie with the most beautiful silk threads of every shade of pink you could imagine. His footwear of woollen booties tied with pink ribbons would not last a hundred yards over the sharp stones of the driveway. No money, no phone, so basically no chance of escape at all. The rye smile quickly turned in to a very sad face as the realisation of his hopeless situation washed over him. Once again, the tears began to pour down his cheeks as he wept silently.

Lisa came back from the sink and looked sadly at James who was looking forlorn and dismal. “What’s the matter baby boy?” she asked softly

“I don’t want to be a baby” he replied

“Naughty baby! Why are you talking with out having your dummy in?” she asked pushing a new super-sized pink dummy with a large face plate in to his mouth.

“I no wanf be baby” he struggled to say through his new very restricting dummy that covered the entire length of his mouth, covering over all his lips and depressing his tongue with a large silicon teat. His sense of helplessness returned in force with his power of speech so severely compromised.

“Well ,you are my baby for six months” confirmed Lisa with authority “you are going to enjoy being a baby because I am going to make sure of it. Now come with me in to the lounge so we can finish your tea.”

James took the offered hand of Lisa and let himself be guided in to the lounge where a large nursing chair had been installed. She put a very large baby’s bottle on the small table by the chair and sat down.  She beckoned James to lie across her and covered him in a soft baby shawl, she coaxed the nipple of the bottle into his mouth. He started to suc-k and the sweet milk and secret coc-ktail of drugs made their way in to his tummy. As one of her hands held his bottle. The other hand rested on the front of his plastic pants.

“Normally, babies wet their nappies while they are having their night time feed and I will reward you if you are a very good baby and go in your nappy.” James suc-ked slowly enjoying her warmth and again feeling loved and secure in the warmth of the shawl. As he suc-ked, so some of the relaxing ingredients in his feed began to work on his bladder and in no time, he felt the need to release. The pace of his suc-kling increased as his wetting increased and the warmth spread across the front of his nappy and washed down between his legs into his bottom. Lisa feeling the increasing warmth inside his plastic panties, speeded up the rubbing and kneading of the front of James’s nappy. It was not long before James was doing his second spurties into his nappies.

Lisa was smart, she had planned his degradation to the finest detail and it would not be too long before James could only get sexually excited if he was wearing a wet or dirty nappy.