The Nursery

[Sophie Baby]

“Yes sometimes, please Mummy don’t beat me”

“What’s her name?”

“Amanda”


Jane had spoken to her; she had a reasonable web site but had not been prepared to engage with Jane in any meaningful way. Denise had been a far more open right from the outset.

“How much?”

“£200 an hour, I used to go for three hours and pay £500.”

Like a bargain do we? Jane was so sarcastic. She walked slowly round him and put her hand between his legs and gathered his privates in the palm of her hand, she felt him rise, she caressed that sensitive area, and then gently squeezed.

“Oh Mummy please”

“Is this what she did to you? Did she beat you?”

“Normally I was her baby but she did beat me sometimes”

But not like this, with Amanda he always begged to be let off and she relented after a few strokes or did not hit him very hard.

“Oh huh, did you wet your nappy; did she change you?”

“Yes Mummy”

“Did you dirty yourself?”

She squeezed again; he flinched to her tightening touch. She was sure the answer was yes, the website made a point of it and much of David’s writing to other babies included references to dirty nappies. Anyway he had already admitted to dirtying himself

“Yes Mummy, I am so sorry Mummy I promise I will never do it again.”

His voice sounded strange as he spoke at the floor never daring to lift his head; concentrating on maintaining the position, knees straight, legs slightly apart so she could feel in there, arms stretched gripping the plastic pants and his nappy round his feet. The stinging pain on his bottom slowly eased to be replaced by shame and fear at what Jane would think of him now after these revelations. He became conscious of her shoes for the first time as she moved round him, they were black shiny patent leather with so thin pointed heels, at least four inches, higher than she normally wore and they had a rather kinky ankle strap. Suddenly she realised she had put the Bulgari  bracelet round her ankle as well, the one he had bought her in Menton for $22,000! Was she enjoying this, was it just a game? He just could not tell.

“Oh yes you will, no potty privileges for you, you are going to be a big baby girl from now on just like you have always wanted to be. I wonder if doing all your wetties and messes in your nappy in front of your wife will be as exciting as you thought it would be. I just wonder if you are looking forward to that.” She had emphasised “all”

Her words made it rise in her hand. She knew he was completely hooked!

“But first we have some business to attend to, kiss it;” She put the cane to his lips, slowly temptingly “ask Mummy to cane you for being a nasty liar”

“Please Mummy I am sorry for being a nasty liar, I need caning” She was behaving like a regular dom, where on earth had she learned to be like that? After five years of marriage it did not seem possible that his wife could do this.

Remember the rules; if you get up or stop me you get out of this house for good. You are a nasty little man. Her voice sneered but inwardly she was laughing at how easy it was to dominate him. She turned to the bed found the dummy that was lying there and thrust it in his mouth.

“That might help” she paused and slowly said  “You baby”

The dummy was not much comfort, if anything it heightened his confusion; David was really frightened now as she moved to the side of him, he had to hang in there, but twelve? He had just collapsed after six.  He could just see the end of the cane swinging idly in her hand. Nasty little knots ran up its length. She raised it out of his sight, his bottom twitched as he started to flinch involuntarily anticipating the next blow.

He felt it slide up and down his bottom as she teased him with it, tapping gently

“Here? Here?”

“Or HERE?”

David yelped “Mummeee please please” as the stinging line burnt into his bottom. Oh this is so good thought Jane, the warm glow was strong now down there, and she wanted to touch herself make the pleasure real but there was no way she was going to let David know she enjoyed this; that would blow the whole plan. She just moved her hips slowly.

The next two were not so hard, Jane did not want to break him, she could see he was having a real struggle to stay down.

Just three for now she said giving the slightest hint that the torture was coming to an end. David heard the cane whistle before the most incredible explosion of sharp stinging agony made him scream and half stand. Jane had been really hard with that one.

“Get down, assume the position”

Jane paused, his bottom was flinching and twitching in anticipation of the next.

It went in low, across the tops of his thighs, mean, ugly, hurtful.

“Jane, Mummy please please I can’t take any more”

The voice wailed up from that bent over shameful position, begging imploring only to become a scream as the sixth came down hard, strong, right on top of two other cuts.

He was standing, face contorted, eyes streaming but pleading, hands clutching his bottom. “Get down” No sympathy or mercy in that tone.

She grabbed his ear, twisting it sharply dragging him down with no resistance and made him bend over again. “You will have that again, then we will suspend the next six against your good behaviour for the rest of the weekend. As a full time baby girl you pansy”

“Or,” she said slowly and carefully “get out of this house now and for good.” He was too broken to realise that he had now escaped the banishment threats three times

He stayed down in that so ridiculous position whilst she got ready to administer the final stroke for that session “Sowwy Mummy” It was abject defeat but just a little part of him was looking forward to being babied, no way was he leaving her.

Jane knew at that moment she had won; he was going to fall into line, submit and surrender to her will. She sensed his confusion; he did not really understand what was happening. He was frightened of the cane, frightened of leaving her but not realising that for all practical purposes he had ceased to be her husband: more than that, he ceased to a normal man from that moment. Her plan was working, but then all Jane’s plans worked; she was one of the world’s winners. He was to find out what was like to be a loser; a very special kind of loser.

The last one hurt, but he stayed down whimpering, waiting for her to let him stand. Eventually he found himself lying on the bed being dressed by her for the first time. She was kinder now, sympathetic even whilst she wiped away his tears. She rubbed cooling baby lotion onto his screaming bottom, gently put on the first disposable of his new life and carefully pinned him into the big terry over the top. She patted and smoothed the big plastic pants and ensured his nappy was tucked in, on went petticoats, a little play dress, pink socks with rosebuds and white frilly tops, his shiny back patent Mary Janes. She found an Alice band for his hair and popped his dummy in.

“Well you are ready now to be Mummy's little baby girl,all weekend,all the time?

[Anonymous]

How he remembered that day, he replayed it time and time again in his head, how could he have done it differently? How could he have prevented what had happened to him; what could he have done differently so he would not be here in a high chair in front of his immediate family with his lunch round his face and sister in law Sheila staring straight at his nappy?



Jane whilst talking about that day had ommitted most of the details of the beatings, he guessed because the children were present but she had made it clear that he had effectively allowed himself to be reduced to his present baby status.



David was caught in between two emotions as he ate his lunch; the shame and embarrassment of the events so far that day almost overwhelmed him but he tried to retain as much dignity as possible. Another sense was also nagging at him; Emma almost always fed him and so did Jane and Grandma most of the time. He really liked the attention and sense of loving care that he now associated with being fed, today however he was having to feed himself and he was not doing it very well; he realised bits and pieces of food were smeared down his bib. On the one hand this made him feel awkward in front of the family on the other it reinforced his desire, a need almost, to be fed. The conflict between being even more babyish by being fed in front of everyone and his need for attention made him very unhappy.



Much to his surprise he found himself going slower and slower and a very childish emotion started to well up inside him. He started to whimper! His mouth dropped open.



“Mummeee pleath feed me Mummeee!”



The astonished look on Sheila’s face dragged him back to reality and made him feel even worse. Jane came round as though it was the most normal thing in the world to feed a grown man in a high chair at family Sunday lunch and started to spoon food into his mouth. Using baby wipes she cleaned up the mess and as though he was just a small child started to do the old “train in the tunnel” trick with each spoonful.



Soon she was finished and the process of clearing away started, getting ready for desert. Simon went round with the wine again, leaning closely over Sheila who ran her arm up between his legs. The children, not allowed to get down, fidgeted excitedly as they knew that Grandma normally did a chocolate sponge pudding for them as a special treat. The grown ups normally had something more exotic (and less fattening) like a rich fruit salad.



Sheila still kept looking at David with looks that ranged from outright contempt to amusement and he was always conscious of her gaze. Suddenly he needed to wee, unlike this morning it was urgent, a now need; the pressure was right at the end of his pee pee. It came on suddenly without warning. It so often did, sometimes he felt a growing need more or less normally but more often than not it was like this: let go now!



The inevitability of what was going to happen made it all the more certain he could not hold on. But Sheila was just staring at him! No good; there was a little pricking sensation as he involuntarily let go. He felt the warm spurt; it splashed in the tiny gap between his thighs before slipping down in a myriad of trickles round his little sac and then changed to a warm glow between his legs as the nappy did its job before slowly seeping wetly round his bottom. He used to be able to regain control and stop the flow but not any more and this seemed to go on and on for ever.



The indignity of wetting here against his will, right now as Sheila watched him caused him to warm up all over his body as his awkwardness mounted.



Contrary to much ABDL writing you cannot hear a baby wet be they adult or real, but you can recognise when it happens quite easily; it is all over the adult baby's face with little “tells” like a bad poker player with a good hand.



David looked down without realising what he was doing just to check the nappy was working as it should, never mind that this happened many times a day that little glance or touch to seek confirmation that all was well coupled with the slightly glazed expression as the first release came gave it all away to Sheila.



Sensing that she had twigged what he had done he looked at her begging her to be quiet.



“Jane, the baby here has just wet his nappy does that mean he has to be changed.”



Jessica and Zoë both looked at him in surprise; well adults do not wet themselves at the lunch table do they? But Jessica again looked the most sympathetic.



It was Helen who called back from the kitchen “No don’t worry he is just like your two when they were in nappies each one lasts about a morning or afternoon unless he is dirty. Anyway he wears a disposable and a terry just to be doubly sure. You might imagine I was worried about my soft furnishings when all this started but it all works OK. Jane says he lasts all night as well, you know she puts him to bed around half past six?”



David just shrivelled at this exchange; Simon seemed for a moment to be fascinated by the revelation that his brother in law was going to spend the afternoon in a wet nappy.



When the desert came in and was served to the children David got his in a plastic bowl but the children were allowed Helen’s best china. The chocolate pudding looked gorgeous and it was covered in a rich treacly sauce. David knew if he fed himself he would have to make a mess, that was part of the rules and he had been in enough trouble already today. He was just wishing that someone would feed him again when Jessica perked up



Mummy can I feed Uncle David please, I think he will need help otherwise we will have a big mess just like when ZoĂ« was little”

[Anonymous]

“Yes if you like, are you sure you don’t mind?”

“She is a good girl” chimed in the doting Grandma.

So David was to be fed by a five year old in front of his Brother in Law, Mother in Law, wife and her sister; even the earlier events of the day could not match this new shame. Jessica bounced happily out of her chair all smiles and came up to the high chair preening her ra ra skirt down over her white tights.  David had noticed, somewhat enviously despite himself, that they had the cutest little heart shapes in little girl pink all over them. The trouble was the only time he got to wear tights his dress was so short that he looked like a fifteen month old baby.

Helen noticed at that moment that she was having to stand on tip toe to reach David’s mouth with the spoon and suggested that she brought the children’s standing stool in from the bathroom. She now was at a height that enabled her to look directly at David.

“Now then Uncle David are you going to be good for me and eat your lovely chocolate pudding nicely?”

The spoon with the pudding was just inches from his face as he said “ Yeath Jethica” in his best sissy voice and before he could close it again the first mouthful of warm sweet chocolate pudding went in.

It was delicious but he knew better than to eat it normally and he let a little run out of his mouth in a dribble of runny chocolate. Jessica, whose face was only inches away from his as she tried so hard to carefully spoon feed him, giggled “oops a daisy baby” when big lumps of food went down the bib or his chin so she had to scrape it up back into his mouth spreading it further and further over his bib and face. Soon, with Jessica’s inexperienced spooning and his own slobbering he became as Jane observed “a right mess - again”

“Oh dear you are a proper baby aren’t you Uncle David. Mummy; I am sure my friends would like to see him and play with him, he is so funny! please please let him come to the sleepover” she said returning to the earlier topic.

Sheila was obviously still doubtful but Jane chipped in “You know it amazing how people just accept him the way he his; I think if you just explain to their mum’s that he just likes to be a little baby and he lives, behaves and plays like one all the time; if you say as well that Jessica likes playing with him I am sure that will do the trick.”

David just did not know which way to turn. He could see Sheila looking at him in a way that suggested she would just love to have the chance of humiliating him like this in front of her friends and their daughters. “Did she dare do it?” he could see her asking herself.

He liked being Jessica’s friend but this act of being fed right here in front of everyone seemed so demeaning, messy feeding was one of the characteristics of being a baby he found hardest to take, especially as this lunch seemed to go on and on and the mess on his face and bib became bigger and bigger and stickier and stickier! Now the prospect of being at a little girl’s sleepover, not even as a five year old but as the baby of the party, worried him even more. He knew that he would have to behave exactly like a baby without any prompting, all of which would draw attention to himself and make everyone think that he was doing this just because he wanted to. Of course he hadn’t thought before about the fact the girl’s mums would also be there, that was going to be an additional scope for embarrassment.


Eventually Jane came to Jessica’s rescue and she went off to have her chocolate pudding whilst Jane shovelled in the last two or three spoonfuls from the bowl and then applied a wet cloth to David’s face to clean him up. ZoĂ« meanwhile had started to nag Sheila about some make up game she wished to play this afternoon.

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[Anonymous]

“Come on Mummy you promised you would make me up and Jessica said she wanted to be done as well, and Uncle David could be a made up as a pussy cat.”



Helen asked what all this was about and Sheila explained that she had brought some children’s make up with her so they could be made up as fantasy creatures ZoĂ« wanted to be a witch and Jessica liked to be a clown and yes David could be a pussy cat.



Simon in the meanwhile excused himself as the Grand Prix was just about to start on the TV and he wanted to see the start as that was always exciting.



“I guess you do not want to David?” He had that quizzical amused look on his face that just said



“My God what a complete prat”



Of course David would have loved to escape to some men’s TV but that was out of the question.



“No fank ou I want to play with ZoĂ« and Jessica” was the only answer that he could give, but he was really worried about this make up idea, what on earth were they going to do him now? He was soon to find out!



Jane and Sheila took the girls into the living room and soon she was concentrating on Zoe and Jessica’s faces as she made them up. David was sitting on a bean bag on the floor watching. He could not help but notice that as Sheila’s mini rode up and up and he could see the tops of her stockings or were they tights? He was slightly side on to her so he could not get a glimpse of her panties if indeed that would have been possible from this angle. He had always been a one for looking up skirts and Sheila’s legs were well worth looking at. The slight glow that comes from such things infused round his parts and his gaze became distracted.



Soon the girl’s were done and they went bouncing off to show Grandma.



“Now it’s you turn Sophie” said Jane, “come here in front of Sheila, oh and stop trying to peer up her skirt you naughty thing”



Sheila laughed and pulled ineffectually at the mini as she adjusted herself to deal with David. Jane went on “Tell her about one of your favourite web sites the one we looked at the other day as part of your regular confessional?



Sheila looked at her questioningly.



“Oh yes we have regular reviews of the pages and pages of stuff I found on his hard drive. We are doing the most visited web sites at the moment and one of them was a smutty little site called upskirt.com. He had to explain to me why he looked at it so much, oh something like 50 to 100 hits a week, and what he liked about the site, how much it cost. Do you know he was spending over fifty pounds a week on femdom porn and baby sites; fifty a week!”



Her voice rose in disgust. “I make him show me his favourite pictures from these sites, which of course he downloaded onto the hard drive. As it is the company’s computer I tell him that I might take it to Andrea the Head of IT if I do not get his full cooperation but he is not very keen on that idea, don’t know why!



“Tell Sheila what you told me about upskirt.com”



David’s face was looking straight at Sheila as she held his chin to start the makeup session. He felt it going redder. He hated Jane’s reviews of the computer; it made him feel dirty and disloyal to think he had spent so much time looking at porn. Now she knew all about it and quizzed him about why a particular picture or site was interesting; what he liked and what he did not, why he spent so much time looking at smutty material. She had also dragged out of him how much he spent on Porn each week. It was a shamefully large amount for a man who had a very good looking and sexy wife. The trouble was he just could not perform in bed and porn gave him a surreptitious release



He had to admit that Upskirt just fuelled his sense of inferiority; he only looked at girls with panties on as though their own flesh was unobtainable. They were sneaky stolen views of what he could not aspire to sexually. His failure in bed as a man had long stopped any thoughts of regular sex with other women. Upskirt made him feel like a shameful little wanker! It had taken some time under Jane’s persistent questioning and more than half an hour in the corner before he had confessed all this to her. Now she was asking him to tell Sheila!



“Go on she said”



Sheila grinned at him as she gave him cat’s whiskers on his face, still holding his chin.



“I liked it becauth it made me feel athamed coz I can’t make love properwy; I like girlth pantieth.

That’s why I am a baby”



“Well you sure are, sitting there in your wet nappy. I guess girls don’t want you much either. I know you always try to look up my skirt, even Simon noticed but somehow I don’t think either of us care anymore, after all babies do all sorts of silly things.



Well, I think when we have finished giving you a pussy cat’s face; you should go and apologise to Simon for always trying to look up my skirt and promise not to do it anymore. What do you think, Jane?”



“What a great idea”



David just wanted to cry. How could he say that to Simon? Real men look up skirts because they can do something raunchy, he was saying it was because he was inadequate; a sexual failure. Now they wanted to demean him further in front of his Brother in Law, if that were possible after all that had happened that day so far.



The make up session took a while and Sheila grinned and chatted to Jane as she went about her task; when it was over Jane dragged him reluctantly to the mirror in the hall. He was horrified! Sheila had given him a white face fading off to a  shaded area round the edge enhanced with glitter, a  black nose and lips, whiskers and black spots, finished off with big cat like eyes. He looked a perfect prat not a cat! The make up on a child would be fine but on his adult face it just made him look ridiculous.



Jane said “Come and show Simon your face and you can say you are sorry that you looked up Sheila’s skirt. Remember to call him Sir and give him a deep curtsey before you speak.”



She had sensed that Simon was enjoying David’s discomfiture and this was just one more twist; indeed Sheila had whispered earlier that she was going to have a very randy Simon chasing her to get the girls asleep as soon as they possibly could tonight.



Simon was in the TV room watching the Grand Prix, he turned his head slowly as David came in and a look of amazed incredulity came over his face as he saw his brother in law still dressed as a toddler, his nappy as ever bulging out from the pretty but rather over the top short baby dress. The pink shiny Mary Jane’s seemed to make the whole ensemble so twee and feminine but it was the make up that made him look so childish and utterly stupid. How on earth could David let himself be treated like this mused Simon even as he sensed another little act of shame was about to unfold.



David did a full, deep curtsey, and as he did so the wet nappy squeezed against him.



“Excuth me Thir; Mummy said I mutht thay I am thorry becauth I wath alwayth peeking up Theila’s thkirth, like I wath juth now. I am tho thorry I wont do ich again”



Simon half looking at the TV did not understand David’s lisping accent,



“What did you say?”



Poor David went redder under the make up and started to sweat; He did another deep curtsey, this time as well as the wetness he felt another sensation deep inside him, a full feeling, a heavy feeling; he knew what it meant. Sometime soon he was going to have to go to the potty big time, The trouble was there was no potty just a nappy, thick, firm  right there between his legs pushing them apart so they spayed; it was crisp white and secure, wet yes but ready to safely receive when needed.



The lacing of chocolate exlax and syrup of figs that Grandma had secretly, without even telling Jane, laced his portion of chocolate pudding had gone totally undetected but was now silently doing it’s work. He eventually summoned up the effort from somewhere to repeat himself



“Excuth me Thir; Mummy said I mutht thay I am thorry becauth I wath alwayth peeking up Theila’s Thkirth, like I wath juth now. I am tho thorry I wont do ich again”



Just at that moment Ayrton Senna decided to do a pit stop. Simon ignored David and concentrated on the TV. David did not know what to do, he was being so submissive, using his best sissy voice, calling Simon sir and Simon just ignored him. Eventually when the drama on the race track eased Simon looked at David and waved him away dismissively as though he had not heard what David had said.



“Please don’t bother me whilst the race is on,go and play with the children, baby”



David, stunned by this rejection, toddled out of the TV room, seething with anger mixed with shame at Simon’s casual behaviour, all that mental effort to screw up the courage to  curtsey and talk so babyishly and he didn’t appear to take any of it in at all! David, like many masochists, even when he was being humiliated still expected to be the centre of attention. Simon unconsciously had realised that to be ignored is as shaming as being laughed at.

[Anonymous]

Helen Jane and Sheila were in the kitchen tidying up and he could hear giggling female voices, natural inferiority made him assume it was at his expense, but he continued his toddling run, wide legged out into the garden where the girls were playing in and out of the Wendy house. His dolls pram was just outside the conservatory and he pushed it towards the children.

As soon as they saw him they started to snigger, “Oh Uncle David you do look like a pussy cat” said Jessica

“I think he looks very silly” chipped in ZoĂ«.

“Don’t be horrid come on lets play, I bet your dolly needs her nappy changed”

David was soon kneeling on the rug outside the Wendy House busy changing Trudie’s nappy, then it was Zoë’s dolly’s turn then Jessica decided that hers needed doing as well. Each one involved taking down the doll’s rhumba panties taking the little disposable off wiping the area with some of David’s wipes and the using powder before finding a clean disposable and putting it on. The wipes and powder had to fetched from the living room, the doll’s disposables had to found from various bags under the doll’s push chairs; the girl’s naturally sent David for all these things so he was up and down and toddling around in the garden just like an excitable child. Not least because the children kept on changing their minds about what was needed when. He wanted to walk normally and talk without the lisp but he did not dare to do so; it was also becoming slowly part of him. As before lunch he started to lose himself in the girls’ games and took part in them without any resistance or hesitation.


When he had almost finished ZoĂ«, becoming bored, ran off to play with a scooter on the patio and Jessica concentrated quietly for a moment on her Dolly. David became more aware of the need he had felt earlier, more pressing now, he pushed a bit and he did a little “pop off”, the noise was muffled by his thick nappies; he hoped losing wind might help the feeling go away. No luck there, if anything it returned in moments even stronger now.

“Oh dear” he thought “not now I must, must hold on I cannot dirty myself here at Grandma’s in front of everyone. I must hold on, I can I know I can, I am an adult, not a child. If I was at work at a meeting or out it would be second nature to hold on.”

The pressure built, the nappy felt so secure down there between his legs, offering comfort and solid protection. The safety of infancy long forgotten but now freshly remembered by regular training had renewed the deep sense of reliance on being nappied.  What was it there for? Why did he wear it? Just use it now, you are quite safe, no one is looking. He could clearly visualise the large white clean heavy duty Tena between his legs, taped to snuggle around his bits and pieces that nestled in the soft soft fabric of the disposable, then, as further protection, the full adult size 60 inch terry tightly pinned on high pinching his waist with two more pink headed nappy pins at the top of his legs bunching the terry up tightly between his legs forcing them apart, over that was the large pair of creamy white plastic pants from Drylife, just large enough to accommodate the bulk and reaching well above his waist. They came with an extra wide gusset and elastic stretching firmly round the leg openings and waist, gathering everything tightly in, all so safely, this magic combination always made him feel so secure. It was a return to those far off days of real babyhood. Three layers of defence, three layers of protection, surely just a small push, do a little, just enough to ease the pressure and nobody would even notice? Unconsciously his knees widened on the rug, his body arched forward a little, almost ready to give in.

But what if someone did notice, the smell would surely give him away?  Simon and Sheila were here; he simply must not dirty again, not with them here. You cannot dirty yourself in front of your brother in law! What would Jessica and ZoĂ« say if he messed again? In his little head he had excused himself the first accident that morning as it was, well, a real accident.

Little beads of sweat broke out again on the top of his lip. He was in his own world now; he did not see Jessica looking at him quizzically.

The pressure built. The vision of that lovely clean white disposable safe and snug between his legs coupled with the feel of the thick terry almost caused him to let go.

ZoĂ« calling to Jessica distracted him for a moment, but even as his attention wandered away from his pressing need as he watched her go and help ZoĂ« with the scooter he again bent forward and let his knees slide further apart. Just a little, no harm surely, maybe it is wind, or gas his American friends would say; but he was no longer part of the jet set, no Americanisms to joke about with colleagues when drinking fine wine in New York’s fashionable places. Indeed no more business trips to New York; little boys who wet the bed and need nappies night and day and have Mummies who keep them in dresses do not get to travel first class on British Airways or American he rued.

Alone for a moment on he rug he suddenly remembered how Jane had spanked him that morning. A flash of temper ran through him at the thought. He knew what to do; he would get even. Give her a messy nappy to change that would show her who was boss! Brilliant.

In reality it was just so silly but David had been through emotional hoop after hoop that day and any rational power of logical thought he might have possessed had evaporated.

It was hardly a push, more a letting go, a relaxation. Just a little he thought, not too much, that will be fine. But his control had become so weak, so when it came, slowly at first, not seeming much he relaxed even more, then it started to rush, he tried to stop it, concentrating for a moment on the muscles but the will power or determination had long gone. He felt his wet nappy tighten and press closely round his member as the nappy bagged and sagged at the back with the firm flow. Hard at first then becoming softer, initially it was a piece lying snug between his cheeks but the rush spread out warm and soft sinking to that sensitive spot between the legs. Instinctively his hands were behind him feeling, confirming that despite the thick nappies his plastic pants bulged out to accommodate the surge.

He was panting now, still in his own world oblivious to the fact that Jessica had returned to the rug and was staring at him. He felt for that moment that he was clear, done and finished maybe he would get away with it. Maybe it was not too much; it might not smell too bad. He paused gathering his thoughts. The need for the second push is instinctive, a natural need and so it was this time, within thirty seconds he had surrendered all control to this new pressure and pushed hard, grunting slightly and making it so completely obvious to Jessica, who unnoticed, was staring in fascinated amazement at her Uncle David!

It was wet and warm; softly spreading around his bottom and into that sensitive hollow between his cheeks, then gushing down further. After the initial relief came fear, fear as he realised that was a big one, really big; he could feel what seemed to be a huge bulge with his fingers as they played over the area of the plastic pants behind him, down there. They felt soft and shiny, still safe and secure, but swelling outwards. It is a bit like having a gap in your mouth when you break a tooth the senses tell you it is bigger than it really is and so David could only feel and imagine a huge swelling from around his bottom and down between his legs. It must be so visible, so obvious, a bottom bulge, a bold statement as though he was intent on shouting out to the world; “Look at me everybody I have just messed myself”.

He tried to remember the sense of getting even with Jane but instead he felt so ashamed, just ashamed. He had dirtied himself, right there in Helen’s garden, the family were there, the children were there; worst of all Simon was there. Under the make up his face flushed bright red as he thought of his Brother in Law. He was going to have to be changed and what a fuss everyone would make about that. Messing was the real sign of his baby status. Indeed Jessica was already formulating the obvious words.

“Uncle David have you done another poo poo, have you got a dirty nappy?”

[Anonymous]

David suddenly remembered the first or was it the second time he had done it in his nappy all those weeks ago and Jane had come to him.



“Little Sophie has done a poo poo hasn’t she? A little poopie in her nappy Oh dear me what a baby! Or shall we say you have a dirty nappy, or do you prefer me to call it a messy nappy. I expect you would rather we said baby has done number two’s don’t you sweetie? Or would an accident be better for you that sounds much more grown up doesn’t it, not nearly so babyish as mess or dirty; but it’s a big accident in your nappy isn’t it? Maybe we should just refer to that, err nasty smell, have you done a stinkypot in your nappy then? Or are you just a stinky one? I know, I have an even better idea, has my baby got a little parcel for Mummy then? Well what shall it be then? What would you like mummy to say?”



David had simply shrivelled then under this merciless verbal shaming. Jane was just so good at dragging him down making him realise the enormity of the change to his life and the way people now regarded him.



When he was with a dom he could savour the shame of that rather special sensation of a mess down there between his legs, let it go on a while in an imaginary shameful situation, often till he just exploded uncontrollably in his nappy. He would then be cleaned up and leave her as fast as he could as the humiliation after he had come was unbearable. Those situations when he ultimately, as the paying customer, was in control; but now, he had little say over what happened next and being changed by a variety of women in different places had brought home to him a new deep sense of humiliation about having a dirty nappy. Why, why on earth had he been so stupid and messed himself here at Helen‘s house, surely he could have hung on for a while. Did he have no control at all?



Looking at Jessica with tears welling up in his eyes he begged the five year old “ Pleath Jethica don’t tell on me; I can’t help it; they will all teath me tho much if they find out that I have a methy nappy, leth play wive our dollith”



What he had hoped to achieve by this was known only to the Good Lord. Jessica looked at him awkwardly, reluctant to be involved in a deception but did not move to tell the grown ups. They continued to play with the dollies, David hoping Jessica would not say anything but so conscious of that big big mess down there.



Zoe came running back tiring of playing with the scooter and came right up to David to see what he was doing with his dolly. She sat down beside him. Her nose twitched.



“Uncle David, have you just done pooh? Yes you have I can smell it! You big baby”



She immediately got up and started to run to the house before David could utter a word.



She shouted in a voice that would tell the neighbours as well.



“Grandmaaa! Auntie Jaanne! Uncle David has done poo poo; he has got a dirty nappy”



Jessica just looked at David and shrugged her shoulders in that way that the French do when the inevitable has happened.



There was no escape, David felt crushed in spirit yet again. How could so many terrible things happen to him all on the same day? The mess, still warm, started to smell ever so slightly and was so shaming. He fingered the large bulge down there. He wondered who might come out to change him; he hoped it would be Jane. As she had changed him so many times it felt less awkward with her than anyone else.



He saw Helen come out following ZoĂ« who, skipping happily along, was obviously enjoying the scene, and still shouting at the top of her voice like any excited three year old. “Grandma he has done a big poo in his nappy, he is a really big baby, that is twice today, I am a big girl I use a potty now don’t I Grandma!” She sounded all important and confident.



She came over to where David was kneeling, still in shock from the sudden turn of events and Zoë’s exposure of what he had done. Telling him to stand up in a firm voice, for the second time that day she subjected him to a nappy inspection, no asking him if he had had an accident, just the lifting of the dress, pulling out the back of the plastic pants and the terry nappy. He was, as ever, silent, not allowed to admit the truth, just waiting to be checked like a true infant. She saw nothing and so tried again this time pulling back the disposable as well, the front of his nappies, now thoroughly wet from endless wees and dribbles pressed on his tired manhood.



“Oh dear, we do have a big mess down there don’t we? Dear oh dear;  well never mind I know you can’t help it, but what a big baby you have become; fancy messing yourself here today with everyone all around, the family and everyone. What on earth will Simon think of you?”



Helen knew how to twist the knife! “Well we will have to get you changed, come along now to the house and we will get you all sorted out”



David just felt so infantile, helpless with the real evidence of his baby status nestling between his legs, a far more powerful confirmation of what he had become than the dresses, dummies petticoats and bibs; those were external, the mess was his, his alone, he had done it unaided, unasked, he had shown his lack of control, he had shown that he was prepared to be treated like this, he could not say anything, he just had to go along with Helen’s ministrations. Oh how he wished then he had hung on!



He walked wide legged, trying so hard to stop squishing the terrible mess that was down there; this exaggerated his baby toddle. The short dress, just an inch above the flowing pettis, swayed

with his jerky motion. The plastic pants, almost fully revealed under that too short dress, tight over the nappy as they stretched to accommodate the extra load, glistened whitely in the afternoon sunshine. His legs, now losing male muscle, pale and hairless, somehow softer and more feminine disappeared into pretty white socks. The pink Mary Jane’s were in stark contrast to the green grass; the sunlight caught on the glitter in his pink alice band making it sparkle and highlighting his golden hair pulled by matching pink bands into two sweet bunches that flip flopped around the back of his head.





His only comfort was the dummy that he suc-ked wetly, dribble as ever glistening on his chin and dribble bib, now after constant use for weeks he was oblivious to its effect on his features, already made extra childish with the pussy cat make up. His masculine features remained in stark contrast to everything else so he looked totally ridiculous. He could sense rather than see the family in the conservatory, shadows part hidden in the shade of the room. Helen hammered home his sense of lonely desperation.



“We were watching you and saw what you were doing “she said cheerfully. That was not strictly true; she had been chatting away to the others and out of the corner of her eyes noticed David’s tell tale position. She did not think anyone else had noticed until ZoĂ« came running in to the conservatory. Clearly the remark did not make David feel any happier. The idea that Sheila and Simon might have watched him fill his nappy like that just horrified him.



The walk to the conservatory took for ever or so it seemed to David. He stole glances towards the waiting group from a under a bowed head. Was that an extra person there? No it could not be, surely Helen would never bring an outsider to a gathering like this especially with him in baby clothes, it would be too intrusive, his babying was a private family affair surely?  There could not be an outsider here to witness his treatment within the family, Helen would never tolerate that? Or would she? But yes there was someone there, David realised suddenly it was a he, was standing next door to Jane, indeed very close to Jane, did he have an arm round her waist?



Who?



No, no not that, it can’t be him, not here, not in front of everybody! Not when he had just; the softness moved slowly down there, done that, done something so utterly unspeakable.



Jake moved forward



“Hi David”

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Jake had been expected at the house and arrived mid afternoon whilst David was in the garden. Helen knew him well as a former employee and as a rising star and greeted him warmly. Simon grinned as he saw a fellow golf club member



“Hi buddy how are you doing? You have a great girl in Jane and I think our David or should I say Sophie out there in the garden is going to have a big shock very shortly when he sees you. He is quite something else. You know all about him of course? By the way Senna is just about to win the Grand Prix; just one lap to go” he kept half an eye on the TV.



“We have had quite an amazing show from him today. What do say Shiel?”



“It is so bizarre, I cannot believe anyone would let themselves be treated the way he is, baby dresses for Christ sake and all this nappy stuff! He plays the part as well toddling around and lisping whenever he talks and suc-king a dummy all the time. My kids were never allowed a dummy and here we have a grown man who can’t be parted from one or so it seems. When he came in to apologize to Simon after Jane had spanked him, and he had no pants or nappy on; I have never seen such a tiny wee wee, but you know I think he likes it in some strange way. He certainly likes playing with the girls, Jessica in particular and ZoĂ« is so bossy with him. I think he is becoming a little frightened of her would you believe?”



Jane snuggled up to Jake rubbing her hands over his chest. “Come and look into the garden from the conservatory, he is playing with the girls”



Helen went to the kitchen and Sheila and Jane took Jake to stand just in the conservatory where they could watch David at play. He was just finishing putting one of the dollies in a little dolls pram causing him to bend low showing a flurry of petticoats and plastic pants.



“Wow that is some baby dress, oh and those nappies and pink shoes as well; what a complete sissy! You showed me the pictures but I just cannot believe what I am seeing? Where on earth do you get that stuff to fit him? The last time he and I were together he was my boss and we worked together in an office, gave presentations to clients and went on business trips together; this is all so weird. What on earth is he going to do when he knows I am here? What will he say?”



“What do think will be his reaction to you being my lover Jake?” Jane discretely rubbed the front of his trousers feeling that large long hard object.



“I just do not know, are you sure it will be OK. He won’t get mad or anything?””



“What? Get mad? No way! Not dressed like that, he will treat you with respect, call you Sir or Thir.” She giggled. “Don’t forget he used to read lots from cuckold stories.com so he must like the idea, mind you a story is one thing reality is something else. Anyhow he has heard us a few times.”



“Heard you more like!” Jake raised his eyes for Sheila’s benefit.



Jane saw Sheila grinning at them “I shall ignore that. Who do you reckon he thinks is snoring in his old bed! He had better give you a curtsey by the way; also you know he must only speak when spoken to. Despite all of this I expect he will try to pretend in that silly way of his that it is normal somehow for a bloke to be in a pretty dress and nappies; but when he tries he always ends up looking even more stupid! He tried it on with Simon this morning and ended up with a sound spanking across my knee”



Helen came in with tea and they sat down as she turned the conversation away from the bizarre spectacle in the garden.



Jake remembered bumping into Jane at an industry convention just after David had suddenly left his firm. He was naturally curious about the reason for the sudden departure of his old boss, moreover there seemed to be nothing on the grapevine about what David was now doing. Jane had been even more vivacious than usual and they flirted gently with each other but she gave absolutely nothing away. Eventually he put a direct question “You and David still OK together?” hanging a question mark in the air. She nodded happily but he sensed there was something happening.



“Are you going to Milan?” he was referring to the big trade convention next month.



“Might be, are you?”



“Yes for sure, have to really, hope to see you there” again the hint was lying open.



She pursed her lips, smiled and said “OK I guess it is an important affair, I will be there, where are you staying; Ritz Carlton as usual; dinner perhaps?” She half whispered the last word.



As Jake nodded his agreement he thought he had never had such an easy and obvious promise; and from his ex boss’s wife as well.



He saw her on the first day; “dinner?”



“Of course why do you think I came to Milan and put up with this wretched airport nonsense?”



They eventually managed to get away separately and discretely from colleagues, clients and hangers on who tend to drink half the night away and disappeared into his suite. He had taken care to have one of the best in the hotel; quite how he was going to swing it on expenses he was not sure. She was not the slightest bit shy and soon was showing him her fantastic figure much enhanced by exquisite underwear from Parallel Intimo in Marylebone High Street. The shiny steel grey bra flecked with expensive lace pushed up her breasts and matched high cut panties that bulged with heavy lips such that a little curl of brunette hair escaped onto her white thigh. She lay languorously across the extra large bed with her finger in her mouth like a little teenager on a first date. Her black stockings glinted in the bed side lamp and accentuated her pointed black stilettos that she had rather kinkily left on. Gently at the beginning, it was a first date after all, Jake used his experienced hands to arouse and stimulate her. He whispered compliments about her body and praise in her ear as he nibbled it, all the while stroking her breasts. She was soon moaning and trying to release his hard member from the safety of his trousers. Eventually in light-hearted frustration she commanded him, “put it in me now, please pretty please”; looking at him coquettishly with a half serious smile as she stretched out on her back and bent her knees showing him that most secret of places. After she had three climactic orgasms Jake, still ramrod hard, withdrew slowly. “Do we need a little rest” she queried?



“Well let’s say its half time” he joshed back.



“Oh no we are playing American football tonight that was just the first quarter” was her response as she reached down and pulled on its hard throbbing length guiding it towards her soft welcoming receptacle.



“But at half time we might have a little champagne to celebrate; will it be six nil or six one? But we do not want to exhaust our friend down here too soon now do we? I assume he is a good striker and can score more than one goal in a game?



Jake might have noticed she was mixing soccer and American football but was more fascinated by her hunger and at the same time by the way she apparently let him be the male and leader but he felt somehow she was subtly in control. She knew what she wanted and was going to get it. He was very conscious of who she was and he suddenly realised that he had to put on a good performance, something, but he did not know quite what, was at stake. This was definitely “no wham bang thank you maam one night stand”



She had insisted on Beluga Caviar to go with the Dom Perignion 1998 at half time.  Jake’s new boss certainly would not sign that off unless he got some huge orders at the conference he thought.



As they sipped the ice cold champagne she started to tell him. David was hopeless in bed but had started a new life that suited him much better. No, he did not know she was here with him, but that did not matter, she would tell him in due course. She still loved him and there was not going to be a break up of the marriage, but she had needed this for some time. She put down her half finished glass as she lent down and started to caress him into action again.



“I think the whistle has gone to start the second half” she said as she stretched out on the bed again. Of course it is only the start of the season and we do not want to get relegated do we?



Jake had been exhausted by the end; he had had to reload in her twice, just about on his limit.

She had seemed insatiable, but so desirable.



The next day he found she had flown home early. The text message said enigmatically “Had to leave to look after my baby at home, the nanny said he was missing me. Hope to have a rematch v soon.” What on earth did that all mean?



That was the start. They met a few times discreetly at London hotels, normally in the afternoon so she could get home and relieve Emma, where she told him more about David’s new life. Then he came to stay the night with her at her house and he had the bizarre experience of making her come and come again in the family bed whilst all the while David was in the next bedroom. Jake, who normally moved on to a new conquest after a month was intrigued by a steady stream of revelations about David. There was always the promise of something new, something exciting around the corner with Jane. Her lovemaking was exciting and as good as Jake had had for a long time but this most perverse arrangement involving David, until now unseen but always there in the background gave them both a huge kick and as Jane slowly let Jake get closer and closer to meeting David each session had some new twist.



Eventually he found himself here at Helen’s at last ready to meet David in the flesh, dressed as a baby, and witness the strangest events in his life.