FORCED INTO BABYHOOD
a story by Johnathan
It was Friday evening. Lesley Johnstone and her husband David had been
invited to stay the weekend with Catherine Fanshaw-Jones, chairperson of
the feminist organisation that Lesley had joined three months ago. David
drove the car slowly down the drive towards Catherine Fanshaw-Jones'
mansion. He did not want to spend the weekend with Lesley's friends, but
she had insisted he joined her.
"There will be other men there," she told him. "It won't be just women
squarking away as you put it," she had said.
Lesley sat beside him staring in awe at the size of the building and the
extensive, immaculately kept gardens.
"She sure has style," Lesley remarked.
"Money isn't everything," David said churlishly, stopping the car outside
the huge oak doors that were the entrance to the building.
"You're only jealous because Catherine is a very succesful buisness
woman," Lesley scoffed as he removed their overnight bags from the boot
of the car.
"You just think the sun shines out of her backside," he snapped. He was
not looking forward to this weekend at all and he was missing his usual
round of golf with the lads.
Lesley rang the bell and the door was opened by a young woman in a maids
uniform. Lesley told her who she was.
"Do come in, madame is expecting you," the maid said in a husky voice as
she dropped a curtsey.
They followed her into the huge entrance hall and David could not help
but notice how shapely the maids legs were in her dark stockings and high
heel shoes. The hall had a hard wooden floor and the maid's shoes tapped
loudly as she walked. In front of them was a grand winding staircase to a
galleried balcony. A massive glass chandelier hung from the high,
ornately decorated ceiling.
They heared Catherine before they saw her, the sound of her high heels
echoing through the hall. Both Lesley and David stared as Catherine
strode towards them. She was wearing a black latex rubber cat suit that
looked as though it had been painted on, even her hands were covered in
black rubber. She wore a pair of black stiletto shoes with 6" high heels
on her feet, which increased her height to over six foot. She looked
stunning.
"Oh Catherine you look wonderful," Lesley gushed. David could not take my
eyes from her.
"I like to wear something special for these little swaries," she smiled
kissing Lesley full on the lips totally ignoring him. She then turned to
the maid. "Take Lesley through to the parlour, with the rest of the
ladies," she ordered in a curt tone.
"Yes madame," the maid said curtsying. "Follow me please, madame." She
turned and Lesley followed her down the long hall.
"If you follow me David I will show you where to put your cases."
Catherine acknowledged his presence at last.
She took him up the winding staircase and along a carpeted landing, the
sound of her high heels falliing silent on the deep piled carpet. He
could not help but marvel at her figure in that catsuit. At the end of
the landing was an open door. David caught sight of a figure in a blue
uniform as they approached the room.
The figure stepped forward and immediately David could tell she was huge
the way she almost filled the doorway. If anything she was taller than
Catherine even though she wore flat shoes. Her hair was blonde and
tightly cropped, she had very manly features and she was very powerfully
built. David's first thought was that it was a man in drag, and as David
was only 5' 4" tall he felt very intimidated by these two tall women.
"This is Olga," Catherine introduced the powerfully built woman to him.
"Olga used to compete for the U.S.S.R. in their olympic weight-lifting
squad, unfortunately she was discovered taking steroids and thrown out."
She certainly looked powerful enough, her biceps were massive in her
short sleeved dress. Olga viewed David with utter contempt and he felt
very uneasy under her gaze. Olga turned and they followed her into the
room and immediately David had grave misgivings about his situation. They
had stepped into a nursery decorated throughout in various shades of
pink. The door slammed shut behind him and he turned to see Catherine
locking the door.
"What are you doing? I demand you give me that key immediately," he
stated. "I am leaving."
Olga grabbed his arm. "Let me go you are hurting me," he cried in pain.
She ignored his pleas and pulled him over to a plastic topped table. "Get
on," she ordered in a thick accent.
"No I will not, now unhand me. I demand to be allowed to leave," he
protested.
Catherine stood there imperiously as OIga dragged him over to a hard
backed wooden chair. "You are hurting," he wailed.
Olga had a sadistic grin on her face as she sat down and pulled him over
her knee. David suddenly realised what she intended to do and struggled
as best he could, to no avail. She pulled his trousers down to his knees,
ripping them and breaking the zip as she did. She literally tore his
underpants off and he screamed in pain as she began to spank his bare
behind. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, the room was filled with the sound of her
hand on bare flesh and his screams of pain.
"STOP, STOP, STOP," David wailed, kicking his feet.
Olga was very strong and easily held him in place as she continued to
rain blows on his bottom. David lost control and broke down, tears
streaming down his cheeks. Suddenly the beating stopped and he lay limply
on her lap blubbering like a baby, Olga pulled his trousers off
completely along with his shoes and socks. She stood up and carried him
over to the table, dumped him on it on his back, winding him slightly,
and ripped his shirt and vest from his body. David was now completely
naked and the two women sneered as he lay before them sobbing
uncontrollably.
Olga picked something up and the angry buzzing sound told him it was a
razor as she switched it on. She started at his feet and worked the razor
up and down his legs, around his privates and up his torso. She flipped
him over and repeated her work on his reverse side. She flipped him over
again.
"There, as smooth as a new born baby," she said in her strange accent.
David was beginning to recover his composure now, his sobs coming in
regular intervals. Caroline produced a big pink babies dummy with a large
latex teat.
"This should stop your crying," she said pushing it into his mouth and
holding it there. "If you spit it out Olga will tan your hide again," she
warned.
Reluctantly David suc-ked on it deciding to bide his time, he did not want
another beating from that sadistic woman. He then watched in silent
horror as Olga held up a large white towelling square.
"Here is babies nappy." She grinned evily, folded it in half, took his
ankles in one of her big hands and picked his legs up to raise his bottom
to slide the nappy underneath. David shuddered with humiliation as she
deftly pinned it on him with pink headed nappy pins. "Doesn't baby look
cute in his nappy?"
Catherine laughed as Olga continued to dress him. A veluminous pair of
pink, plastic lined baby pants with rows of white frills across the seat
were pulled up his legs and over the nappy. A multi-layered short white
petticoat and pink puff sleeved baby frock were forced over his head, his
arms pulled through the appropriate holes. Pink satin mittens and booties
were tied on his wrists and ankles and finally a very frilly babies
bonnet was tied on Davids head with a ribbon bow under his chin. "There,
now our little baby girl is ready for the party," Olga laughed.
Catherine had watched his transformation into a baby girl whilst sitting
in the hard backed chair.
"Bring baby over here Olga," she ordered.
Olga picked him up and he caught their reflection in the mirror that ran
the full length of the room. David saw this big woman dressed as a nanny
carrying a rather large baby girl. She placed him on Catherine's knee,
his bare legs coming into contact with the warm latex suit that she was
wearing as she took him in her arms. She put his head in the crook of her
arm, his face was now level with her rubber covered breasts. Her perfume
and the smell of her rubber suit invaded his senses as she looked in
triumph into his eyes. She pulled out his dummy. David had stopped
sobbing a while ago, now waves of utter humiliation cursed through his
body as he sat on her lap, dressed up as a baby girl. The room was silent
except for the sound of his rustling petticoats against her rubber clad
body as he squirmed upon her knee, she pushed one of her rubberised
fingers between his lips and he automatically began to suc-kle on it.
She smiled. "I knew the moment I met you that you would make a very
pretty baby girl," she said looking deeply into his eyes. "I hope you
like your pretty clothes David, because I intend to keep you in nappies
and baby dresses for a very long time."
David quailed and atempted to speak, she pushed her finger in deeper
preventing him from protesting. "Hush now, babies your age can not talk."
There was a soft knock at the door and Olga unlocked and opened it. The
maid walked in carrying a silver tray with a large babies bottle full of
milk. She curtsied and handed the bottle to Catherine.
David blushed crimson as the maid saw his babyfied condition. Catherine
laughed. "Oh baby you shouldn't get embarresed when the maid sees you in
your pretty outfits," she said pushing the teat of the babies bottle
between his lips. "You see this pretty maid used to be a man too, he used
to be my husband," she told him as he suc-ked on the sweet warm milk. The
maid stood to attention beside them, her face beginning to colour up now.
"I know it's hard to believe, but this pretty, girly maid was once a man
just like you, isn't that correct George?"
"Yes madame," the maid answered.
"But he is a man no longer, are you George?" Catherine said.
"No madame." The maid was looking quite anxious now as Catherine coninued
her interrogation in front of David.
"Remove your apron and your dress and show baby just what can be achieved
with a pathetic males body," she ordered.
David continued to suc-k on his bottle as the maid slipped out of her
short skirted uniform. The maid stood there in a lacy white suspender
belt, frilly white panties, white corset which was severely laced up to
give a tiny waist, lacy white bra, black seamed stockings and high heeled
shoes. The maid had an ample bossom which was clearly visible heaving up
and down in the bra cups.
"Do take your corset, bra and panties off George," Catherine ordered
looking down at David to make sure he was still taking his milk.
The maid stripped down to the hold up stockings. It was hard to believe
that this was a man. He had breasts that any woman would be proud of, his
waist was firm and shaped and he had no male genitals, but the shaven
mound of a female sex between the legs was quite clearly visible.
"You see what can be achieved with a mans body, baby, don't you think he
looks beautiful?" she asked.
The maid hung his head in shame. David could not take my eyes off his
feminised body.
"And to think he did not want to be turned into a pretty maid, the
ungrateful wretch," Catherine sneered, "but it was no use George was it?"
"No madame," he croaked.
"You see baby, even against his wishes I turned him into a pretty girl.
So just think what I 'm going to have done to you, to turn you into my
pretty baby girl."
David had finished his bottle. Catherine gave it back to the maid and
told him to get his clothes on and return to her guests.
"Yes madame," he curtseyed and left the room.
"Olga, babies reins please," she said.
A set of pink leather baby reins were handed over, these had bells
attached which rang merrily as she began to buckle them on to David. He
began to stiffen up with fear and tried to resist her.
"You have to learn to obey baby," Catherine snapped. "The slightest show
of rebellion and Olga will punish you severely." She turned to Olga.
"Baby is being naughty he does not want his reins on, please teach him
the error of his ways."
"No please put the reins on me," David begged as he was picked up bodily,
his frilly pants and nappy removed and given another severe spanking.
David was sobbing uncontrollably as Olga handed me back to Catherine, his
nappy and frilly pants replaced. "There, there baby," Catherine said
pushing his dummy into his mouth and finished buckling his reins on. "You
must understand baby Olga hates all men, the slightest petulance on your
part and she will thrash you," she said drying his eyes. "There, we don't
want your wife to see you with tears do we," she said mocking him.
David shook his head, heaving geat sobs. "Just wait until I see Lesley,"
he thought. "I'll kill her for bringing me here."
"Now shall we go down to the party and meet all the ladies baby?" she
asked standing up.
David looked up pathetically, tears still streaming from his eyes, and
nodded.
"You do realise that every one is going to laugh at you in your nappy and
pretty baby frock don't you baby?"
Again he nodded, she was testing him, obviously he did not want to be
seen by anyone dressed the way he was, but David was terrified of another
thrashing by Olga.
"Come on then baby, let's go and meet the girls," she grinned, "you lead
the way."
She held his leading reins as they made their way down the staircase
along the hall towards a set of double doors. The sounds of females
talking, laughing and the chink of glass as they drank emanated through
the doors as they approached. A shiver ran down David's spine. Catherine
opened the door and they walked into the large room. There must have been
twenty ladies in there.
David stood in front of Catherine, she held his reins tightly as the
gathering applauded their arrival, his legs almost buckling as waves of
humiliation surged through his body. All the ladies were dressed in smart
evening dresses, it was only Catherine that wore latex.
"Ladies, let me introduce our latest recruit to our wonderful
organisation Feminism by Force," Catherine announced as the applause
subsided. "You have all met Lesley," she said as Lesley stepped forward
giggling at Davids appearance, "well this pretty baby girl is her
husband."
A big cheer ran around the room, followed by further applause. David's
face was burning crimson. Lesley came to them. "Darling you look so
sweet," she laughed fussing with his baby clothes, pulling back his
frilly pants to check that he was actually wearing a nappy. "You were
right, Catherine he does make the cutest baby girl."
"I am always right, aren't I ladies?" Catherine adressed her admirers.
They all agreed. "Now where is my useless slut of a husband?" she asked
scanning the room. She saw him standing in the corner holding a silver
tray with glasses of champagne on it. She beckoned him over, he
curtseyed, she took a glass from his tray, turned him around to face the
women and stood him next to David. "Ladies, I give you the so called
dominant sex," she smiled. The women burst out laughing and jeering at
them. "These two represent the male gender, the fountain of all
knowledge. Is there any wonder we mere females cower in their presence."
They all laughed. "We are the so called weaker sex, yet it is my husband
that is dressed as a simpering little maid and Lesley's beloved that is
stood before us suc-king his dummy, wearing a nappy and a pretty baby
frock. Against their will they have been forced into there respective
positions of female servitude never to lord it over any female ever
again."
David felt his face burning as she mocked him in front of her freinds,
they all cheered at her little speech.
"Lesley why don't you introduce baby to all the ladies," Catherine smiled
handing her David's reins.
"My pleasure Catherine." Lesley gushed her face full of admiration for
this cruel and dominant female. David was paraded around the room by his
wife and introduced to each female present. He was humiliated beyond
belief as each had some mocking comment to say about his babyfied
condition. His skirts were lifted, his frillies and be-nappied condition
examined, his cheeks were viciously pinched as he was told what a pretty
baby girl he made in his nappies and baby frock. Lesley was enjoying
every second of her husband's humiliation and David vowed there and then
to divorce her and expose her and her kinky friends as soon as he had
made his escape from this crazy house. After what seemed an age to David,
of being led from one laughing women to the next Catherine appeared in
front of them.
"It is almost time for dinner Lesley, let's take baby upstairs and put
him to bed," she suggested. "Come I'll show you his nursery." Lesley
agreed enthusiastically and once again I had to lead on his reins, the
two women laughing, as he made his way back up the staircase.
"Oh Catherine it's lovely!" Lesley gushed as they entered the pink
nursery. "It's a perfect baby girls room, why you've even got a cot for
him," she laughed as she examined the big pink wooden barred babies bed
in the centre of the room. "Aren't you a lucky baby," Lesley giggled
leading him over to the cot as Catherine lowered the side.
"This will be my chance to escape," David thought. "As soon as they leave
me alone, I will be out of the window, I will go straight to the police
and expose Catherine Fanshawe-Jones. I will take great pleasure in
ruining her," he decided.
"Get in baby," Catherine ordered pointing to the large cot. David climbed
in, Lesley handed him a big rag doll. "Here you are baby, your dolly will
keep you from getting scared of the dark," she giggled.
David took the doll and held it to his chest giving her a look of pure
hatred. Catherine raised the cot side, surrounding him with pink bars,
then she reached over to the other side and pulled a pink barred lid into
place and locked it with two heavy padlocks. She saw the look of horror
on David's face as he realised he was trapped.
"There, baby is all safe and sound in his cot," she laughed. "Doesn't he
look so sweet and helpless Lesley, lying in his cot in his pretty baby
clothes, suc-king his dummy and holding his dolly, just like any other
baby girl."
"Yes he does, and it's a good job he has got his nappy on as he can't get
out of his cot, he will have to wet himself just like any other baby his
age," Lesley giggled.
David writhed in humiliating discomfort, fuming at his wife for treating
him this way. Catherine wrapped her arms around Lesley, turned her to
face her and then kissed her seductively full on the lips. David was
aghast, he could see their tongues exploring each others mouths.
"Oh Catherine, I've longed to kiss you all night," Lesley gasped
carresing Catherines body as she had never done to her husband.
"So have I," Catherine responded raising Lesley's dress and pushing her
to the floor. David had never felt so wretched in all his life as he
watched his own wife being seduced by another woman in front of his own
eyes, whilst he lay helpless in a babies cot, pinned up in nappies and
wearing a baby dress. They writhed on the pink carppet, Lesley's panties
were off now and Catherine was lapping her exposed sex with her tongue.
"Catherine I love you," Lesley moaned.
"And you'll do anything for me?" Catherine asked.
"Anything, anything." Lesley's eyes were glazed.
"You will help me turn your husband into a perfect baby girl forever,"
Catherine urged lapping quicker now.
"With pleasure," Lesley gasped.
"Including changing his sex to a girl." Catherine was now using her
fingers as well as her tongue.
"Especially changing his sex," Lesley groaned, turning her head to look
at me.
"Promise Lesley, promise me you will agree to have his sex changed."
Catherine knew she was on the verge of a climax.
"I promise to have his sex changed, I promise, I promise," she screamed
as she orgasmed. Her writhing and heavy breathing subsided as she slowly
recovered, still looking at David. "It will be my greatest pleasure to
change him into a baby girl."
"What was sex like with him?" Catherine asked as they both looked up at
the very distressed man in his baby clothes.
"Never that good," Lesley smiled. "You were fantastic Catherine."
"Thank you Lesley it is so nice to be appreciated, but I can assure you
it will get much better," Catherine said french kissing her again. Lesley
responded suc-king her tongue into her mouth. David watched, sullenly
suc-king on his dummy and even though he was in such a humiliating
position, he felt a stirring in his loins as his manhood stiffened at the
sight of the two women cavorting in front of him.
"Is this turning you on baby," Catherine sneered catching him looking at
them, "is your pathetic dic-k growing nice and hard in your nappy?"
David blushed crimson. "It will do you no good to get excited David, you
will never know the pleasure of sexual release ever again. Babies like
you do not have such thoughts. Sex is strictly for adults not baby
girls," Catherine scoffed.
"You mean he's never going to be allowed to even play with himself?"
Lesley laughed at her husbands crest fallen face. "He's always got his
hands in his pockets, the wanker."
"Not any more," Catherine said. "He won't have his dic-k for much longer
anyway," she laughed.
"God, can you imagine never having sex again?" gasped Lesley. "How
absolutely deliciously awful for him."
David burst into torrents of tears. "I want you to move in with me
Lesley." Caroline stroked her hair. "It will be such fun changing him
into a baby together."
"For us yes, but not for him," Lesley said. They both laughed.
There was a light tap on the door. "Come in," Catherine snapped.
The maid entered. "Dinner is being served madame." The maid cutseyed.
Catherine was still laying next to Lesley. "Look at him Lesley, forced to
wear dresses for the rest of his life, to serve on women as they laugh at
him for being turned into a girl, isn't he pathetic," Catherine said
pointing at her former husband.
"He certainly is, but he is so pretty, he could never pass as a man
again." Lesley looked at David. "I just hope he turns out half as good."
"He will, don't worry." Catherine dismissed the maid and they both stood
to their feet, Lesley adjusting her dress. "Let's go and eat I'm
starving," Catherine said. "Nighty night baby, sweet dreams, and if you
are caught not holding your dolly or suc-king your dummy any time
throughout the night, even when you are asleep, Olga will punish you
tomorrow," she warned.
"Nighty night baby," Lesley grinned. "Who's Olga, Caroline?"
"Olga is babies nanny, you will meet her tomorrow," Caroline told her as
they left the room. The light was turned off leaving the room in darkness
and the door locked.
David lay there with so many emotions running through his body, pain,
humiliation, anger but most of all, fear. Just a few hours ago he had
entered this house a man, since then he had been beaten until he had
cried real tears, something he had not done since he was a child, dressed
up in ridiculous baby girl clothes, humiliated in front of a throng of
jeering women and watched his own wife having lesbian sex with the cruel
woman that had forced him into this position. Now David was trapped in a
babies cot.
If all this wasn't enough to cause him distress he also needed to go to
the bathroom. His stomach was churning and the pressure on his bowels
quite painful. The babies bottle of milk Catherine had fed him had been
laced with a powerful laxative. David had to escape from this nightmare.
He tried kicking his way out of the cot, only succeeding in hurting his
satin bootied feet. The cot was very sturdily constructed, certainly he
was not going to break free that way. He checked the locks, they would be
impossible to get off without the keys or a set of heavy cutters, neither
of which were available to him. He even checked under the matress for any
weak points that he could exploit. There was none, he was well trapped.
A great wave of self pity swept over him as his own body betrayed him.
David could hold himself no longer, he soiled his nappy. It felt so
degrading as his illiminations oozed around his groin and in between his
legs, his frilly baby pants ensuring there would be no leakage onto his
cot mattress. David broke down and wept. He had a long sleepless night,
dozing off and waking suddenly when his dummy fell out of his mouth.
David was exausted from repeated attempts to break free during the night.
He was asleep when Olga came to wake him, he did not hear her enter the
room.
"Wakey, wakey babykins."
Her thick accent echoed in his head, but he thought it was still part of
the horrible nightmare he was having. David jumped with shock when he
realised it wasn't a bad dream. Waking instantly, his dummy laying next
to his face on the cot mattress.
"Baby has had an accident in his nappy, hasn't he, don't worry though,
baby nanny is here to change you." She grinned unlocking the lid. "And
baby should have his dummy in shouldn't he, naughty baby, nanny will have
to punish her little baby girl."
She saw the fear in his eyes as she lowered the cot side, revelling in
her physical power over him. She lifted him out of the cot. Her grip was
like a vice and he squealed with pain and fear as she carried him over to
the changing table. She removed his frilly pants and unpinned his dirty
nappy showing no signs of revulsion at the smell or sight of such a mess.
"Baby is going to have to get used to nanny changing his dirty nappies,"
she said picking his legs up and cleaning around his bottom with scented
baby wipes, noticing his revulsion as she cleaned his most private areas,
"because you are never going to be out of nappies from now on." She
grinned.
Then the beating started. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK she laid into his bottom
with enthisiastic vigour. It took very little time before David was
crying like the baby they were determined to turn him into.
"STOP, STOP STOP," he wailed. David sobbed and sobbed as she undressed
him once she had decided he had learned his lesson. Soon he was naked and
she carried him out of his nursery and into an adjoining bathroom. The
bathroom absolutely wreaked of sweet smelling perfume. David soon found
out it was the water in the bath that had been heavily scented. She stood
him in the soapy water.
"Do not sit down baby," she snapped and began to apply a thick acrid
smelling cream to every inch of his body. She worked her way carefully up
his legs, his privates and sore bottom, his trunk, his chest, his arms
even his face. "Close your eyes baby, if this cream goes into them you
will be blinded," she told him.
David stood there trying to gain control of his sobbing, eyes tightly
shut.
"This cream will kill all you hair folicles," she informed him. "No more
need for nasty shaving ever again."
The cream started to tingle.
"We will let your hair grow, it will not be long before we can perm it
into sweet little ringlets, but for now we have a very nice wig for you
to wear."
David's skin now felt as though it was on fire and he squirmed as he
stood in the bath.
"Sit down," she ordered at last.
He was very willing to obey this command. She then proceeded to wash the
cream and all his body hair from him. David felt strange to be denuded of
all his body hair. She pulled him from the bath and patted him dry with a
fluffy pink towel.
"There now babies skin is nice and smooth and pink as a babies skin
should be," she laughed. She carried him back to his nursery and placed
him on the changing table. David was beginning to feel like a child being
carried around like this.
"Today is your first full day as a baby," she said sternly looking down
at him, "you are now and always will be eighteen months old. It will be
better for you if you forgot you ever where a man and convince yourself
that you are now a baby girl. Babies of eighteen months cannot talk like
adults, they say things like ga-ga and goo-goo. What do they say baby?"
she asked threateningly.
"Ga-ga, goo-goo," he croaked.
She laughed. "Good baby, you may say those baby words in any order, or as
many times as you wish baby, in fact we insist you speak like a baby
constantly. If I or madame or any one finds you not talking loudly like a
baby, you will be punished by me."
"Ga-ga goo-goo-goo ga," he gurgled feeling absolutely stupid.
"You will never talk like an adult unless ordered to, which will be very
rarely I can assure you baby," she laughed.
"Go-goo-goo ga." David blushed.
She proceeded to pin him into a clean nappy as he gurgled for her
amusement, followed by another ridiculous baby outfit, white frilly baby
pants, white multi-layered petticoats, a white puff sleeved baby frock
which had ornate smocking on the bodice. Instead of booties she put him
into a pair of very frilly white ankle socks and buckled his feet into a
pair of white baby shoes. His baby ensemble was finished with a frilly
white wide brimmed bonnet.
"You look like a fairy," she laughed.
"Goo-goo ga-ga goo-goo," he mumbled.
"Baby hold his handy-pandies out for nanny," she ordered. David expected
her to put my mittens on, instead she sqeezed a full tube of some clear,
chemical smelling liquid into his palms. "Close your hands like this
baby," she said showing him her fist. The liquid oozed between his
fingers as he copied her. "Good baby," she laughed making him hold his
hands in fists for five minutes. "The superglue should have worked by now
baby, try to open your hands," she grinned.
David felt his eyes bulge in horror as he discovered that he could not
open his hands or move his fingers. "Babies hands are completly useless
now," she said pulling a pair of white satin mitten over his glued up
hands. "You will not be able to mess with anything you shouldn't do now,
you're as helpless as any other baby your age."
"Goo-goo goo-goo-goo ga-ga-ga," he croaked. She laughed at the distress
in his voice.
She buckled his reins to him. "Let's go down and get baby his breakfast,
you must be hungry baby," she said.
"Goo-goo ga-ga-ga," David replied.
She put him on the floor and he led the way towards the door. She pulled
him back on the leading rein. "Not so fast baby, babies do not walk like
adults, babies toddle, wide legged, now you look at yourself in the
mirror and practice your baby walk, and if it isn't very good, nanny will
spank," she said.
This was incentive enough. David toddled across the room as he thought a
baby might, she made him toddle in front of the mirror to see just how
ridiculous he looked. If it wasn't for his size you would have thought it
was a baby girl just starting to learn to walk, gurgling happily as she
suc-ked her dummy.
"Just see how babyish you are already," Olga remarked happy at his
efforts at walking like a baby, "and you've only been here such a short
time, what will you be like after a year I wonder."
David hung his head in shame as she told him that if she caught him
walking like an adult again he would be punished and that his toddling
should get so much better as she would make him practise for at least two
hours every day in front the mirror.
"Being a baby isn't just about sitting in your pram and looking pretty or
sitting in your playpen playing with your dolls," she told him as they
made their way downstairs. "You have to learn to act like a baby, walk
like a baby, talk like a baby, even think like a baby so it becomes so
natural you will never be able to be an adult ever again," she laughed.
She led him into a large kithchen. Two fat cooks where busy cooking
breakfast, the smell was wonderful and David realised just how hungry he
was as the wonderful aromas hit his senses. A big pink high chair stood
next to a long table and Olga led him to it, lifted the highchair tray
and put him in. Lowering the tray in front of him, she fixed his reins to
the highchair sides. "So baby doesn't fall out," she said.
David continued his baby gurglings which pleased her. "Is babies
breakfast ready cook?" Olga adressed one of the fat, big busted, ruddy
faced ladies. The woman wore a blue and white striped dress with a full
white pinafore over the top, her long hair was piled on top of her head
in a bun. She had thick woolen tights on, most unsuitable for her job in
the hot kitchen and her feet were squeezed into a pair of 4" high heels
that looked two sizes too small. Her companion was dressed exactly the
same but was slightly fatter, they were so much alike, David surmised
that they were sisters.
"It is in the micro-wave oven nanny," the cook said in a deep voice. The
cook took out a big plastic bowl, put a plastic spoon into the brown
mush, picked up a big babies bottle containing milk and placed them on
the high chair tray.
"What do you think to madames new baby girl cook, isn't he sweet?" Olga
asked.
"Absolutely adorable," the cook said in a voice that was obviously a
mans, "now if you will excuse me we have twenty breakfasts to prepare."
The cook curtsied and returned to her companion.
Nanny tied a big bib around his neck. The bib had the letters BABY
embroidered on the front. "The two cooks used to be brothers, they ran a
buisness that madame required for her empire. Unfortunately for them they
refused madames generous takeover terms, so she turned them into the two
fat cooks you see now, and of course they have had their sex changed,"
she told him.
David knew he was in grave danger. These were both men at one stage, as
was the maid, Catherine had forcibly changed them into their present
roles and had stripped them of their manhood. David was her next victim.
"Eat up baby, before your breakfast gets cold," she ordered.
David grabbed the spoon with his mittened hands, but found it impossible
to fed himself, the spoon kept falling out of his hands as he brought it
up to his mouth due to his hands being glued into fists.
"Do you see how helpless you are baby," she laughed taking the spoon from
him. "You can't even feed yourself.
"Ga-ga-ga goo-goo-goo," he gurgled miserably.
She scooped up a large portion of mush. "Open wide baby," she said and
pushed it into his mouth.
David wretched, it was foul. Nanny laughed at his reaction, scraping the
spilled food off his chin and putting it back into his mouth. "Stewed
spinach and prunes with cod liver oil," she said scooping another dollop
into his mouth. "It's no use pulling faces baby, all your food will be
just as unappetising as this. Babies food is not designed to be
palatable, it is designed to help your motions, so your poo-poo is nice
and runny. Very soon you will become completely incontinent at both ends,
unable to stop yourself wetting and dirtying yourself."
She continued to shovel the foul tasting food into his mouth as she
talked, making sure plenty spilled down his chin and onto his bib. "You
will be completely nappy dependant, and of course once you have poo-pooed
your nappies you will have to sit in it until an adult decides to change
you, babies like you cannot change their own nappies can they."
"Ga goo-goo-goo ga," he said close to tears. "Only adults or older girls
can change babies nappies," she said scraping the last of the mush from
the bowl and pushing it into his mouth. She saw the quizzical look on his
face at her last statement. "Didn't you know madame has two lovely
nieces, they are nine and ten years old, and they often come here with
their school friends, won't it be nice having some girls nearer your own
age to play with you and look after you?" she grinned.
David burst into tears. "Does baby want his bottle?" she laughed pushing
the teat into his mouth and telling him to hold it himself.
She sat beside him at the table, a big plate of cooked breakfast was put
in front of her by one of the cooks and she tucked in. "This is delicious
baby, if only you were allowed adult food," she mocked.
David suc-ked sullenly on his bottle. Later when she had finished her food
she removed him from his highchair and took him outside into the bright
morning sunshine. A huge black pram stood to the side of the door and she
placed him in it, fixing his reins to the pram sides.
"I'll leave your bib on you, you're bound to dribble with your dummy in
your mouth all day," she said pushing it into his mouth. "Here is your
dolly, now you hold her and play with her all the time. The doll has a
small radio microphone inside, if I do not hear your baby voice for one
minute, I will spank you baby."
"Goo-goo-goo ga-ga-ga," he said. They had thought of everything to make
him act like a baby, and again he felt tears stinging his eyes.
She wheeled the pram around to the rear of the house where all the ladies
were having breakfast on a large patio. The sound of female voices
chatting and laughing filled the air. They all broke into raucus laughter
when David was wheeled up.
"Here's my pretty baby," Catherine laughed as Olga parked the pram beside
her table, "doesn't he look adorable in that outfit Lesley?"
Lesley was sat opposite her. "He certainly does and listen to his baby
talk, how wonderful," Lesley giggled as he gurgled.
"We will be going around the pool later nanny, why don't you bring baby's
swimming costume and arm bands. Patricia and Samantha will be here by
then, they will take him into the paddling pool and the sand pit,"
Caroline suggested. "Patricia and Samantha are my two nieces, they just
adore babies," she told Lesley. Olga turned and left him with the female
company.
"Ga-ga-ga goo-goo ga," David gurgled holding up his doll as he imagined a
baby might. They all laughed as they ate. "It is amazing just how much he
looks and acts like a baby already," Lesley said. "What must it be like
to have to talk like that all the time."
"For an adult it must be terrible," Caroline laughed, "but he is a baby.
At the moment he is acting his baby role because he is scared of nanny.
What he does not realise is how quickly this becomes ingrained into him.
All of his actions will become second nature, he will babble baby talk
constantly, he will no longer be performing out of fear. He would
actually need to be taught to talk again, like a small child if he were
ever allowed to grow up; which he won't be."
"How absolutely awful for him," Lesley laughed. They continued to talk
about him as if he could not understand what they said as women do with
small babies in their presence. David kept up his baby act, keeping them
amused, biding his time. An opportunity for him to escape must present
itself soon he told himself.
"Doctor Achmed will be here on Monday," Caroline told Lesley, "an
excellent plastic surgeon, he did George, Paul and Philip, as well as his
sex change I am having his face altered into the exact replica of this
pretty baby doll." She held up the doll in question. It had blonde
ringletted hair, wide blue eyes, a tiny button nose, and rose-bud lips
shaped in a perfect cupids bow. "Fancy looking like that for the rest of
your life," Lesley howled, "who's going to be a pretty lickle baby dolly
then?" she cooeed handing him the doll.
"Ga-ga goo-goo goo-goo," he cried. All the women laughed at his tears as
he continued to talk like a baby.
"I think I'll take baby for a walk in his pram," Lesley said as she
finished her breakfast. "Come on baby, walkies," she cooeed and pushed
the pram around the extensive gardens. When they were out of sight of the
others Lesley grinned evily. "Poor David you're in a bit of a pickle
aren't you."
"Ga-ga-ga goo-goo ga," he gurgled.
"It's all right David you can talk, what is it like being a baby again?"
she asked.
"It's awful," he whined, "that horrid woman beats me at the drop of a
hat, these clothes are absolutely ridiculous, she has even glued my hands
up so I can't use them properly. I hate it, Lesley you have got to help
me escape."
"Oh don't be a spoil sport David," she laughed, "nanny only punishes you
when you are naughty and you look so sweet in those clothes, they really
suit you and what do you need to use your hands for, nanny changes your
nappy, doesn't she."
"Lesley I am an adult, I don't need to wear a nappy," he snapped getting
angry with her lack of sympathy for his position.
"Yes you do, you pooed yourself last night, you dirtied your nappy didn't
you?" she said.
"I couldn't help it," he wailed.
"Then you must need your nappies if you can't help pooing yourself," she
laughed. "I tasted your breakfast this morning David, yuk, it was gross,"
she pulled a face, "there is no way I could eat anything like that."
"I had to," he pouted.
"I know you did, it's all over your bib," she laughed, "and unfortunately
David you are going to have to get used to that awful tasting mush,
Catherine has decided that you will only have baby food from now on."
"That woman is crazy," he cried, "look what she has done to her own
husband and those two cooks."
"Oh I think George makes a very good maid, and if those two had not stood
in Catherine's way they might still have been in trousers," she answered.
"Catherine is not crazy David, she is just a very determined woman, who
will not let men get in her way. Once she has set her mind on something,
nothing and I mean nothing will stop her David, and she has set her mind
on making you into the prettiest of baby girls."
"You are my only hope Lesley, you have got to stop her," he begged.
"You don't understand do you David. Even if I wanted to stop her, which I
don't, I can't, her mind is made up, you are going to be a baby girl,"
she said. "And do you know what David, I can't wait to see it."
David burst into tears. She just laughed and pushed his dummy back in.
"Go back to your baby talk now baby." Lesley pushed him back to the
house. Most of the ladies had changed into swimwear and were lounging
around the pool, George the maid dressed fully in his short black
uniform, white pinny and high heels serving them drinks. Nanny stood with
her hands on her hips awaiting their arrival.
"Here he is nanny." Lesley gave her the pram. "I'll go and get changed,"
she told Catherine who was wearing a tiny bikini.
"Don't put too much on," Catherine smiled kissing her. Lesley giggled
like a school girl and went off.
"Let's get baby ready for his cousins," Olga said stripping him down to
his frilly baby pants and nappy. "Baby is very wet," she said pulling
back the pants to check his nappy.
David was shocked at this revalation, he could not recall wetting
himself, she saw this in his face. "It's the drugs in your baby milk,
you'll be totally incontinent by next week," Olga sneered.
"Ga-ga-ga goo-goo-goo," he wept.
"Now let's get your pretty swimming costume on," she grinned holding up a
pink baby girls swimming costume. iIt had a Daisy Duck motif on the chest
and a little skirt that stuck out. How every one howled when they saw him
in that, she left his bonnet and mittens on and gave him a rattle to play
with.
"Goo-goo-goo ga," David sobbed shaking his baby toy.
A little while later her two neices arrived. "Aunty," they both shouted
rushing up they and kissed and hugged her.
"My poppets," she smiled.
They both turned to look at David and howled with laughter. "He's a baby,
he's a baby," they sang. "Can we play with him please aunty," they
laughed.
"Of course, he is now eighteen months old and as you two are big girls
you have complete authority over him, he must do anything you say," she
told them.
"Anything?" they cried.
Caroline nodded. "If he does not follow your instructions to the letter
tell nanny, she will punish him in front of you for being naughty."
"Brilliant," they laughed. Nanny dragged him out of the pram and warned
him not to make her angry. She forced two ridiculous childs armbands up
his arms, reminded him to walk and talk like a good little baby and
handed him to them. "Look at his costume," the girl called Patricia
laughed. "Fancy a man wearing a babies swim suit, look you can see his
frillies and nappy through the legs."
"Doesn't he look ridiculous," Samantha laughed, "and fancy having to be
eighteen months old again."
David was forced to stay with them all morning, they teased relentlessly
about his return to babyhood until he burst into tears, which amused them
more. They had him in the paddling pool and allowed water to flood into
his nappy. They had him in the sand pit where spadefulls of sand were
also put into his nappy, making it even more uncomfortable. Finally they
told nanny he had spoken to them so David suffered a spanking in front of
them. At lunch they took it in turns to feed him seeing who could get him
in the biggest mess and they both insisted that they wanted to give me
his bottle, so two where prepared and he was absolutely bloated after his
feed.
"Let's take him to the play room," Samantha suggested, and so they led
him by the hand to a huge room that was full of toys and other equipment
such as a pink playpen, a big Wendy house, a rocking horse and a baby
walker, in adult size. "Let's make baby's face up," Patricia said opening
her make-up bag. David sat on the floor and they put eye-shadow, mascara
and red lipstick on him, laughing at his made-up face. He was put into
the Wendy house with some dolls and told to play with them, they locked
the Wendy house door and jeered at him for being such a sissy.
"Look at him Samantha," Patricia sneered. "he's a grown man in a Wendy
house playing with dollies." It did not take them long to reduce him to
tears again. David was pulled out of the Wendy house and told to get into
his baby walker, he climbed in feeling so foolish at being in such a
childish piece of nursery equipment. The baby walker had wheels and they
took it turns push him from one side of the room to the other. How they
laughed at him for being such a big baby. David just gurgled as best he
could hoping that they would tire of teasing him, they did not. All
afternoon he was left at their mercy and he was even glad to see Olga
when she came to tell them it was time to go home. "We are having so much
fun," they protested. "We don't want to go home."
"You will be breaking up from school soon," Olga reminded them. "Your
aunt has told me you will be spending your holidays here."
"Oh goody," they clapped, "seven whole weeks, won't that be fun baby."
David burst into tears at the thought of it. After a dinner of revolting
baby food and his obligatory baby milk, he was put into a clean nappy and
baby doll nightdress with matching baby knickers and put into his cot.
The lid was locked into place and David was left with his dolly and his
dummy in his mouth. He cried himself to sleep.
The next day David was dressed and fed by nanny and put into his pram for
the morning. Catherine and Lesley walked him around the grounds talking
about their future together. "We will get married," Catherine suggested.
"I know a minister who will do it for us as soon as your divorce from him
comes through."
"He could be our baby bridesmaid," Lesley giggled, "then we could legally
adopt him as our baby daughter." They both laughed at his crest fallen
face but still he gurgled his baby talk.
"Tomorrow he will certainly be our baby girl when the doctor has finished
with him," Catherine said.
"I can't wait to see him with a little pussy," Lesley howled, "it will be
so devastating for him."
"Yes, you should have seen George's face when he saw his, he realised
then that this was not a game. He cried for a whole week," Catherine
laughed.
"It's not as if there is much to cry about," Lesley laughed too. "Look at
him gurgling like a baby, I wonder what he is really thinking?" Lesley
asked.
"He is thinking he has got to escape from these two women," Caroline said
reading his mind. "But there is no chance baby," she laughed.
After lunch David was put into the playpen in the play room. Olga put
lots of baby toys and dolls in with him. He discovered that the playpen
also had a lid which she locked in place.
"Do you see that baby?" She pointed to a camera in the corner of the
ceiling. "I will be watching you all afternoon. Play with your toys like
a good baby and you will not be punished and keep your baby talk going it
really suits you." She turned and left him in the baby cage.
All afternoon David played with his toys thinking desperately of ways to
escape. He decided he had to try to catch Olga off guard, tripping her up
or something then making a break for it. Not a very hopeful strategy, but
the best he could come up with. By the time Olga came back for him he was
thoroughly bored from being in the playpen, but still he kept up his act
of being a baby.
She unlocked the lid and congratulated him on wetting and soiling
himself. "I watched you several times on the video, you would have
thought it was a real baby playing in it's playpen," she said carrying
him up to the nursery.
"Just give me one chance," David kept saying to himself. "Put me down and
let me attack you," he thought. He was stripped on the table, carried
through to the bathroom, washed in a sweetly perfumed bath, dried and
carried back to the nursery. The whole time she had hold of him or she
had carried him, it was as if she knew of his plan to try to escape. She
layed him on the changing table. He tried to roll off, she held him
easily with one hand. David was nappied and dressed for bed. "Baby has a
very big day tomorrow, so it's into your cot baby," she laughed, dropping
him into it, then locking the lid. "Sweet dreams baby." She left the
room, turning off the light and locking the door. David cried all night,
kicking the cot bars in a vain attempt to break free.
It was not just Olga that came for him late the next morning. Catherine,
Lesley and an Asian man wearing a white coat entered the room. "Here he
is doctor our baby, soon to be our baby girl," Catherine said.
The doctor nodded. "His bone structure is perfect, he will turn out very
pretty I think," he said.
"Let me go, let me go you crazy bastards," David screamed as Olga undid
the cot lid and sides and carried him over to the changing table.
"Tut, tut such foul language for a little baby," the doctor laughed,
injecting his arm as Olga pinned him down. "I can remove his voicebox so
that he can't talk if you want."
"Do it," Caroline said.
"No, no, no," David screamed, feeling the drug pump around his body, he
blacked out. It was dark when David came to, his groin hurt, his face
hurt, his throat hurt and he was desperately thirsty. David tried to move
but couldn't, something was holding him down. David drifted off into a
troubled sleep again. He drifted in and out of consiousness over the next
few days, drugs being injected into him in regular intervals by the
doctor. A drip was next to the cot, the clear tube fixed into his arm,
his whole body was wracked with pain. At last David began to gain
conciousness as they stopped his injections and removed the drip from his
arm.
Lesley was the first to enter the nursery. "What have you done to me
you......" David started to shout. "Goo goo-goo ga-ga," came out of his
mouth in a very high pitch, he sounded like a baby, David could not talk.
"Is baby awake then," she gushed, "doesn't your new voice sound sweet. We
have all been admiring it as you talked in your sleep."
"You fuc-king bitch," he screamed. "Goo-goo-goo ga," David actually
squeaked.
Catherine walked into the nursery. "I thought I heared baby," she
laughed. "Get him out of his cot Lesley."
Lesley lowered his cot side and pulled him out. "Walk to your changing
table baby," she giggled.
David felt very unseady on his feet as she pushed him in the direction of
his changing table. He took three or four clumsy steps forward, then fell
on his nappied bottom. David looked like a baby trying to take its first
steps.
They both laughed. "Brilliant, Doctor Achmed was right, he does walk just
like a baby, those drugs have robbed him of all his adult strength,"
Lesley gasped.
David raised himself to his feet, looking just like a baby the way he got
up, but instead of walking to the changing table he made for the open
nursery door. The same thing happened, he toddled across the carpet for a
few steps, then fell on his padded bottom. David burst into tears, his
wailing sounding just like a baby crying due to the operation on his
throat.
Lesley helped him to his feet. "Baby doesn't want to go out there, it is
very dangerous for little babies like you, you could fall down the stairs
and hurt your little self, you'll have to wait until an adult can
supervise you baby," she laughed assisting him over to his changing
table.
"Climb up baby," Catherine snapped.
David reached up grabbed the top of the table with his mittened hands and
tried to haul himself up. He couldn't, he was not strong enough.
"Do you see how weak you are now baby," Lesley laughed helping him up,
"you are not strong enough to get out of your cot or your play pen so we
will not need to lock you in them now, just like any other baby you will
not be able to climb out."
David was layed on his back. Catherine raised his frilly nighty, pulled
down his baby pants, carefully removed his nappy and proceeded to pull
back the blood stained cotton dressing that layed between his groin.
"Look baby," Catherine smiled. Lesley lifted his head. "You are a proper
girl now."
David looked down in horror at the perfect female sex that had replaced
his male genitals and burst into tears again. "No more dangly bits baby,"
Lesley laughed, "you are a baby girl."
Catherine ran her finger along the crevass of his new sex. "Can you feel
that baby," she laughed. She increased the pressure on her finger and he
shuddered with revulsion as it entered his body, still wailing like a
baby. They howled. Lesley pushed his dummy into his mouth which silenced
his wailing, but tears still gushed from his eyes.
"Show baby his or should I say her hands Lesley," Catherine said enjoying
every second of this. Lesley slipped off a mitten. David's hands were no
longer glued in a fist, but his fingers had been sewn together and his
thumbs had been removed completely, surgical stitching holding the skin
together where his thumbs had been. David's hands were nothing short of
useless like this. "Poor baby will never be able to anything for herself
now," Catherine laughed.
"Show him his, sorry her face now," Lesley laughed.
Catherine held up a mirror. Lesley pulled out his dummy. David's face was
still quite badly bruised but that could not disguise the changes they
had made. His hair was now blonde and done in tight little curls, a pink
ribbon tied in a big bow on his head. His eyes were now bright blue and
so wide, just like a childs. He had long black eye lashes that fluttered
as he blinked in disbelief at his new face. David's nose was just a tiny
button and his lips were deep red as though he was wearing womens
lipstick, very pouty, and shaped in a perfect cupids bow. He looked
exactly like that doll Catherine had held up when he was in his pram.
David screamed in anguish, his dummy silencing him immediately. "What's
up David, don't you like being a baby girl?" Lesley howled.
"It doesn't matter whether he likes it or not," Catherine laughed along
with her, "he is an adult trapped in babyland never to escape. He is our
baby doll to be laughed at and to be humiliated by us, our freinds and my
two nieces for the rest of his life."
It took about six months for all the scars from the operations to heal.
In that time David slipped more and more into permanent babyhood.
Terrified of Olga's constant spankings he now presented a very convincing
picture of a gurgling baby girl. Everyone commented on how pretty he was
and it was true, with his big blue eyes, long fluttering eye lashes, baby
doll lips he was the epitomy of a little baby girl. David's blonde hair
was now permanantly in ringletts and he always had a ribbon tied in a big
bow to match his very frilly baby dresses. Nanny ensured he always
carried the doll that he had been modeled on, she would dress it in
exactly the same dresses that he wore, everybody said they were twins.
Not only was it his appearence t
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