âWell, see Jackie, he really does love his nappies and baby clothes. He opened his eyes to see Tracey and her best friend Jackie standing in the doorway, the video camera still running. He just stared at them speechless.
Tracey smiled and walked over to him. Well, I see you decided to stay and be my baby slave, good. Now let me make this clear from the start, this is not going to be fun, for you anyway. The thought of pandering to your pathetic fetish turns me right off, but as you can see, it can be used to my benefit.
I have booked next week off work for you and from now until a week Monday you will be in nappies 24 hours a day, and will be treated as the baby you want to be. You will also do all the house chores such as cleaning, tidying and ironing. Jackie is going to stay with us and help with the cooking and feeding you, as well as your general baby care. From now on you will call me Mummy and Jackie Nanny. Any rebellion will be treated with a spanking and maybe even being thrown out on to the street to fend for yourself. Iâm sure I have enough evidence to facilitate a quick divorce. Maybe even get you assigned to a mental institution for regression therapy.
Now, you first job is to pleasure Nanny and myself. But using the only method babies can, by using you suc-ky little mouth. Now when I release you I want you to crawl into the lounge and ask Nanny Jackie if you can pleasure her. I will be in when Iâve finished up stairs.
He knew he had no choice and nodded his acceptance. Tracey released a catch and the tray slid off, next she placed an electric key over the harness lock and the three straps fell away. He slid to the floor and crawled into the lounge. Jackie was reclining on one of the lounge chairs, her legs apart and her skirt hanging just over her knees. Her lace panties hung from the index finger of her right hand.
âWell well baby Stuy, imagine being turned on by a wet nappy, have you got something to ask meâ
âErr can I pleasure you Nannyâ
âOnly if you ask me in a nice baby girl voice to match your sissy outfitâ
He hung his head and then looking at her he gently said
âPleath nanny, can ickle baby stuy do nithe thingth for nanny pleathâ
âThatâs better. Now come here and get to work.â
He crawled over to her and worked his way up under her skirt and began to kiss and lick is new nanny. She began to moan soft delicate moans and he promptly stiffened under his nappy. She told him to be more gentle and make it last. He obeyed and was a good 15 minutes before she clasped his head between her thighs and started to come, squirting her juices into his face. He started to pull away but she said
âWhoa there baby, make sure Iâm nice and clean down there before you goâ
He returned and gently llicked her clean once more. At this point Tracey came in and sat down, she also reclined in an armchair with her knees apart. Stuart turned towards her and again asked his sissy question.
âPleath Mummy can baby Stuy do nithe thingth for Mummy, Pleaseâ
She lay back and Stuart worked his way slowly up her inner thigh. He worked gently and she also let out little moans and sighs, the frills around his baby bonnet tickle her sensitive areas. Suddenly he felt a familiar twinge in his bladder followed by a warm dampness spreading over his nappy. He paused as he tried to work out the true implications. A sharp smack on the head snapped him back to his task.
âI didnât say you could stop did Iâ said Tracey.
Jackie kneeled behind him and thrust a hand between his legs and felt the front of his nappy, oh dear, I think baby has had another accident. He continued his task while his wifeâs friend mocked his lack of control and Tracey was soon covering his face in her juices. Once more he had to make sure she was nice and clean before he was allowed to back off.
Well done baby, now I think itâs time for a clean nappy and baby bye byes. Now follow nanny up to your room. âYour roomâ he thought, surely his room was her room as well. He crawled behind nanny, but she headed for the spare room instead of the master bedroom. As she opened the door he gasped in shock. There before him was a fully equipped nursery, but all in adult sizes. Come on baby, in you come, Nannyâs got to change that soggy nappy.
She ushered him up onto the changing table. He sat there stunned by the world of babyness the he was now sitting in while Jackie undressed him down to his nappy and baby pants.
âMy, what cute baby panties, lie down so nanny can get them off.â
She pushed him back and lifted his legs up and removed both pairs of baby pants. She studied the nappy,
âWell I can see youâve had a lot of practice at putting nappies on. But I bet this is the first time you remember having someone else put one on you.â
She was right, heâd often dreamt of this moment, but now it was hear he was dreading it.
âBaby has really wet his nappy hasnât he. It looks like itâs a good job heâs wearing a nappy, cos he hasnât asked to use the toilet once tonight. I guess you really do love being a baby. Now hold still while nanny gets these nappy pins outâŚ..There, now off with babyâs dirty nappy and into the nappy pale. Look, it has âBaby Stuyâs Dirty Nappiesâ written on it. When thereâs enough youâll be able to wash them and hang them up to dry, and judging by that last nappy that wonât be long, hey babykinsâ
Tracey entered the room and approached the changing table. They turned him over and then fastened a strap over his back and legs.
âNow then Stuy. When we came in tonight, we caught you being very naughty. Babies arenât allowed to play with their winkies. The only thing that comes out of a babyâs winkie is baby wetties. So Iâm going to have to spank baby to teach you a lesson.â
With that she began to spank his bare bottom very hard. She gave him 50 smacks and by the time she had finished he was crying freely and his bottom was glowing red and very sore.
âNow then, I hope that we wonât be finding any more naughty messes in babyâs nappy. Babyâs nappy is for wee wees and poo poos onlyâ
With that Tracey left the room and he was released and turned over and Jackie creamed and powdered him. Then she took two more terry nappies and folded them, she then folded a third length ways and placed it on the other two as a soaker, lastly she placed a real baby nappy on those to act as a liner. She sprinkled more baby powder onto the wad of nappies and pushing his legs back she positioned them under his bottom. She lowered his legs and quickly and efficiently pinned the nappies on him. Next she pulled out a pair of pink plastic pants and began to work them up his legs and over the bulky nappy. After she had checked all the loose edges were contained within the plastic pants. She stepped back and laughed.
âYou look so stupid, 28 years after you mummy took you out of nappies, here you are, in a nursery wearing a thick terry nappy and girlish pink baby pants, ready for all your baby messes. No wonder Tracey has turned to me for satisfaction. Yes, she prefers to share her bed with me now, not some pathetic excuse for a man. A man who gets kicks from wearing nappies and wetting and messing them. This week is going to be great fun, for us. What Tracey doesnât know is that Iâm going to make sure that by the end of the week you are at least wetting like a real baby. You will have no control at all. The best thing though, is that Tracey will think your doing it on purpose, just so you can keep wearing nappies. In fact you wonât dare NOT to wear a nappy as you know your going to wet yourself before too longâ
With that she pulled a pink fleecy sleeper from the cupboard and started to dress him in it. Unlike normal sleepers, this one had a zip in the back, rather than poppers up the legs. Once the arms and legs were fitted, she rolled him over and did the zipper up. Finally she secured the zipper shut with a small padlock that went through the zipper and the rings on the collar. This meant that it was impossible for the wearer to remove the sleeper, and thus deny all access to his nappies. With fitted mittens and feet he was totally babified. She smacked his puffed up bottom
âWhoâs gotta big baby nappy on den, hmmm. Baby is already for beddie byes. Come on, into your cot so youâre ready for mummy when she gets here with babyâs night time bottleâ
Stuart was still in a daze, a woman heâd only met socially had just changed his wet nappy, and was now putting him in a babyâs cot, and he was letting her.
He lay down in the cot and Tracey walked in holding a fresh baby bottle of milk. She looked at her husband, dressed as a one year old baby. Then she pushed the nipple into his mouth and pulled up the cot side.
âDo you feel like a little baby now, just like you wanted, or do you feel like a pathetic 30 year old man who would rather pull himself off into a great big nappy than make love with his wife. Drink up quickly nappy boy and you will sleep much better. Sleep tight, and try not to mess you nappy too much, I wouldnât want you to get a nappy rashâ
Stuart was mortified. They had chosen their words well and had destroyed the illusion he had of being a cute baby for them. With that the two of them left the room, closing and locking the door behind them. Stuart drank the formula and as he drifted off to sleep he once again wet his nappy.
He was woken in the early hours by a strange feeling. Something was rubbing his bottom, but he was alone. Oh my god, he thought, he was messing his nappy. He had almost done it completely in his sleep, his panic induced another wetting. What was going on, he had never wet in his sleep, and certainly could not remember ever messing himself. He pumped a full load of soft mush into the seat of his nappy, causing it to move up between his legs and just touch his balls. He began to realise that Tracey and Jackie were dead serious about him being a baby, and there were another 7 days to go.
With this thought he slowly drifted off to sleep again.