The Nursery

[Sophie Baby]

Helen chipped in. “Remember he has been treated a baby for months now, always in baby clothes, girls clothes as well just look at all those dresses and petticoats he has, always in a nappy which he uses, nappy changes several times a day; I can’t imagine what that must do for his self esteem and self reliance. I think he is mentally almost totally dependent on Jane and Emma and to an extent on me. Oh and have you noticed how he pulls a face if you take his dummy away from him? He is getting dependant on it I swear.”

Sheila looked at them grinning “you know I am quite looking forward to having him for the sleepover, rather fun I think. I suspect Simon might come home early that night to help me put the big baby to bed.”

Jessica chipped in “we are all going to look after him and help you Mummy. Oh and Aunty Jane can you send over lots of his dresses as we will want to play dress up with him. Does he have any fairy dresses or angel dresses?

“Yes he has a little ballerina outfit with angel wings I will try to remember to pack now how are you doing girls? Is he ready for his bottle yet?”

“Mummy can we put on a ballet or a show or something for everyone like we did at Samantha’s house; if Uncle David has ballet clothes he can join in?”

Sheila and Jane looked at each other, barely able to stop giggling, with raised eyebrows as if to say why not?

“Yes Jessica; I am sure we can think of something like that for you all to do.”

“Aunty Jane why does he have bottle can’t he use a cup, only real babies have a bottle?”

Jane replied “ It the same as the dummy he really likes having something to suc-k, so I let him have a bottle or two at night time to get him rested and ready for his cot”

At that moment Jake came in with a small camera “Hi girls mind if I take a photo or two of baby Sophie here, perhaps being fed by Zoë. Oh my what a mess, a couple like this then lets clean him up.”

He started to snap away with Zoë looking all important and poor David with a disgusting face and bib. Jessica moved in with a cloth and started to try to clean him up but found it hard and as the Jane and the others showed absolutely no sign of moving Jake took the cloth and wiped his old bosses face!

Zoë had fetched the bottle and gave it to David who reluctantly started to drink from it as he realised that this was a further photo opportunity.

After taking a few more snaps Jake said “I promised Marilyn I would show her some from the weekend. These are really good”

Jane spoke out “Well Jake the damage is done now do we have to live with it but I wish you had asked me first about Marilyn. Everybody will know about David now and I wanted to prepare the ground a little more before we brought him out in to the public domain.”

Helen chipped in. “Perhaps we do not have to worry so much. I had a great chat with Dr Rogers the other day, he is a top physichiatrist, we did some work with his practise years ago and remained friends, and I told him about David. He was very interested and spotted it straight away; “he is an Adult Baby; rare but say a thousand or two maybe more in various degrees in the country I guess. Not too many in the general public know about it but more and more are vaguely conscious of it. It is associated with sado masochism, cross dressing and Transexuality but I would have to see him to sort it all out more precisely.”

I said that you had decided to make him to live out this fantasy full time but we were worried about people’s reactions if we took him out in the real world. He came up with a super idea. He said “just tell people he has an obsessive-compulsive behavioural disorder; say he can’t be happy unless he is treated as a small child or a baby. Explain he get’s very disturbed and unhappy unless he is in nappies and all the rest of it and that the only known cure is to let it burn it’s self out. You can emphasise the necessity of the nappies as he has no control. An obsessive-compulsive disorder is much easier for people to accept than a sexual fetish. You should always use the proper name; Adult Baby Syndrome or ABS; that will keep people quiet. Always talk about “a behavioural disorder and syndrome” that shuts everybody up as it sounds serious and professional, add lots of “isn’t it sad,” “it will get better one day”  “he just can’t help himself” and so on and you will have few problems. Mind you he only has the Adult Baby syndrome not the rest but hardly anybody will know that.”

He went on “if of course you do take him out he and or you are just getting a sexual kick out of something at the public’s expense but I would not let that worry you too much there are plenty of scantily clad girls out there doing the same thing.”

 “I think he would like to see him professionally to do some research as he said the condition is rare and normally AB’s  act out there fantasies alone not in conjunction with a family”

“Anyway,” Helen continued, “if David is disgraced before all his friends and former colleagues, it’s no one’s fault but his own.  After all, he’s the one that started the ball rolling, and if he thinks of himself as a baby, why shouldn’t the rest of the world?  Besides, Jane darling, why trouble yourself about David’s feelings?  Isn’t it time you put your own needs front and centre?”

Jane nodded enthusiastically. “Yes I do anyway, I think”

Sheila immediately spotted the help that story would have with the Mum’s of the girls coming over to the sleep over.

“Hey that’s a great idea; I can see ABS will really help to explain it to people”

David was in the high chair now with the last of his bottle, he normally had two before bed time and one in the cot with him for night time drinkies. This ensured that he was wet fairly early on in the night and so normally spent most of every night with a wet nappy. He was getting in a state because of all of these revelations about his future life, were they really going to take him out in the public as a baby? Now something perfectly horrible was being hatched at this sleepover. Jake’s threat to show these so revealing photos to Marilyn caused him to let his guard down and he started in the whiny voice that irritated Jane so much. It was his way of begging Jane to stop some plan or other on the grounds that it embarrassed him.

“Mummee please don’t let Marilyn see me like this, please don’t let Jake show the pictures to her pleath. I don’t want her to see me like this.” The lisp had almost disappeared. This was a grown up talking. Not allowed!

“Sophie I have told you a thousand times before I do not care who sees you and who does not. It does not bother me in the slightest not in the slightest. You are a baby; look at you in dresses and a nappy; you will be treated like one ALL the time and the ONLY reason for EVER sparing your blushes is that it might embarrass me or Emma or Grandma and now Jake, to be seen with you in some outfit or other. That is the only reason when we are out and about in town you are allowed to wear your baby dungarees as they are not quite a sissy as a dress. I have told Emma that she can take you out in a dress when ever she likes and that is why you now go to the beauty salon in a dress because she likes to take you in one. Now if Jake is happy to show his secretary pictures of you being fed and drinking from a bottle then that is quite alright. It is alright for him and for me and therefore it is alright for you .DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?”

David knew what was next!

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“Do you understand?” Jane was standing opposite the high chair hands on hips in feigned anger. David of course was convinced she was livid.



“One stick for whining and another for not talking properly; also” she paused significantly before going on more calmly; “you will also pay by having a little inconvenience imposed on you all of next week; I shall tell Emma to keep you in double terry’s all next week. That will forcibly remind you are a baby. Now Jake put his bonnet on and take some more pictures. Then we must go home or he will be late for his cot”



Sheila was giggling away at this little display of Jane acting the part of a cross mother as it was just like the way she treated her kids if they misbehaved, except for them it was the naughty step.



David flushed red with childish anger. He had been horribly put down in front of Jake and had made things even worse for himself. Double terry’s meant really heavy nappying and his dungarees would bulge and show his plastic panties when he was out and about, but like a child he went blindly on. Strumming his feet on the bar of the high chair he started a temper tantrum and threw his bottle on the floor. “NO”



The first reaction was from Zoë; “You naughty baby fancy throwing your bottle like that!”  She was a proper madam standing there hands on hips looking cross.



Jane calmly walked right up to him and put her face opposite his and very quietly and very firmly said, “As soon as we are home you will show Jake some corner time and if you do not apologise this instant to everyone,” Her voice became intense with determination “he will put you across his knee and spank that bare bottom of yours very hard indeed”





David took in a deep breath and for a brief second thought of continuing but saw the red light just in time “Thorry Mummee”



Jane raised an eyebrow “Thorry Uncle Jake, Thorry Grandma”



“Now ask for your bonnet”



Pleath put my pwetty bonnet on and take my picthure”



For the umpteenth time that afternoon his eyes went wet and a tear started to run down his face which made Jake’s photo even more humiliating.



Jane breathed an inward sigh of relief it was moments like that when things very nearly got out of control and if only he knew it he was a hairsbreadth away from scoring a major victory. There could be no violence in front of the children; she was not at all sure how the others would have reacted if David had persisted. A spanking from Jake at home and in private was one thing but would he and Simon forcibly restrain David if they had to?



She realised it was just her will against David’s and she always seemed to win!



If they did not get home soon she would explode. She started to pack everything up; David was let out of the high chair and Zoo held his hand to make sure he did not get in the way. Soon they had made their farewells and Jane drove off with David waving like a child from his car seat in the back.



David was quiet in the car, reflecting on what a complete disaster the day had been. He had gone there determined to try and control his wees but in the end had used his nappy without any control. The family seemed to scorn and deride him. He had to now face up to the reality of Jake as his wife’s lover and everyone would know that now Marilyn knew as well. Simon just treated him as a child ignoring him half the time. He was dreading the sleepover, what on earth was going to happen? What did they mean a ballet? Zoë was a little bully and he was afraid of her but she was going to be in charge of him at tea time it seemed. He had set out that morning to be male haughty and disdainful of his predicament but he had cried several times during the day, really it was worse that that he had blubbed uncontrollably. A small nagging tight feeling down there reminded him that the last pleasure of his every day existence had been taken away from him.



Jane was driving fast and the lights of Jake’s Porsche followed them making her hair glint from time to time. Her profile was tall firm and proud, her gorgeous neck seemed some how sensual; why did he love her so much? Why could he not stop wanting to please her. He always pined for signs of her approval, a slight glance here, a smile there, anything, any small token.



When they got to the house she just said. “Corner! In the lounge this time; go and get the corner ball from the nursery I want you to do it in front of Jake not in the hall”  This happened sometimes when someone was going to be in the lounge and could make sure he behaved. He had to put the soft ball on the bridge of his nose and keep it there by pressing his face into the corner.



She let him run up to the nursery to fetch the ball whilst she unloaded the car and then gave Jake a lingering sensuous kiss after he locked his car.



As he came down the stairs he saw them walk in arm in arm. She looked at Jake with a radiant longing. A sexy hip waggling walk that screamed I need it now! He could see how she felt about Jake.



He went to the corner and put his face hard into the corner as he must to stop the ball from falling. Bonneted, babied, nappies bulging in glinting plastic pants, petticoats and a dress; face pressed in the corner. He couldn’t see himself which was just as well. He was the perfect cuckold!



Jane, gave Jake another lingering kiss in the hall and arched as she felt his hand run down the inside of her pantsuit and briefly touched her wet quim .She broke away and he patted her bum as she went to the nursery to get things ready to put him in his cot, David was going to be lucky, the corner time would be short; she and Jake had pressing, urgent needs.



Jake walked into the lounge and looked at the man he was going to further devastate as he enjoyed his wife again and again. He was pretty firm already and couldn’t wait for David to be put to bed. A sudden thought hit him and he walked over to David and pressed his face close to David’s ear and in a stage whisper.



“I am going to have her tonight, David. I bet you like that idea?” There was a muffled whiny no!



“Do you know how? I am going to make her kneel on the bed, she will have on her sexy panties, they will be tight on that luscious pure white bottom, and the black suspenders will cut into the backs of her thighs holding up those glamorous black stockings. They have lacy tops, I know, I have already run my hands over them. She is wearing that sexy basque; I bet you would love to see her on your bed with her bum proud, wanting and waiting. Waiting for whom? Waiting for me of course!



Her fanny will bulge in the little bit of lace that forms the crotch of her panties I shall pull it aside; It will be wet with her juices, she is so desperate for it. You just know that don’t you! I shall slowly thrust this hard long wonderful coc-k right into your wife’s wet welcoming cunt! I shall have her hard, doggy fashion, she will beg for it, beg, beg, beg! Here smell her.” He put his finger that a moment ago had touched her heaven and was faintly smelling of her musky aroma right next to David’s nose. “See she is already wet waiting for me, wanting me.



I bet you never had her doggy fashion? Don’t answer, I know. You never would dare! You would fail miserably. Now you can’t. Ho hum David. What is it like to be a loser?



Now when you hear her yell for it, scream out her orgasms you will know how I am doing it. Now that is just so good of me isn’t it? What does a cuckold say to his wife’s lover when he makes her happy in bed? What does he say?



We are quiet are we not, David but you know don’t you? You know, you read smutty porn don’t you? You have read what you have to say haven’t you in your horrid little stories?” He leaned forward, David could feel his masculine prescience behind him: his breath warmed his neck. “Now say it; say it nicely.”



“Come on.”



“Thank you Uncle Jake”



“What for?”



“Thank you for making wonderful love to my wife, thank you”



“That’s alright Sophie any time. Maybe be she will let you lick her clean afterwards as a special treat, or maybe perhaps not”



He moved away. That had made Jake feel really good and he was hard; now ready for her. David, face in the corner, suc-ked hard on his dummy for a vestige of comfort. He wanted his teddy bear. He was shattered, it was impossible to be more used, more defiled surely? He could but just wait patiently, staring hard at the wall, hands tightly to his side, like a naughty child suffering a penance, until they said he could move.  Sudden unexpected warmth spread slowly around his front as he wet himself. This lack of control was getting worse and worse. He heard Jane return, he wanted to tell her what Jake was going to do but he couldn’t. He was held immobile by his own weak character in the corner, at Jane and Jake’s complete pleasure.



Jane said suddenly. ”Go upstairs, quickly do your teeth and put your nightie on; call me when you are ready for your nappy change.” As he scuttled out of the room he could see them fondling each other.



He hurried to get ready for bed, carefully putting his dress and petticoat on the hanger, taking off his Mary Janes and socks; then on with a Winnie the Pooh nightie. He called for Mummy after he had done his teeth and was waiting for her cuddling his favourite teddy.



She had a further bottle for overnight and quickly changed his wet nappy. This time true to her word she put on two sixty inch terry squares over the disposable and then pinned him in tightly. He could not put his legs together at all when he stood up as it all bulged so much. She laughed and reminded him that he could expect some strange looks with that lot on when he was out with Emma during the week. At last he was in his cot, she put the side up which always comforted him. David was thankful to be alone and quiet to think how he was going to extricate himself from this awful mess he found himself in.



Jane smiled and leaving the door open went through to her bedroom. At last they were alone! Jake was standing, legs slightly apart, beside the bed wearing nothing but his charcoal Calvin Klein under shorts. The rest of his body rippled gently in the soft light of one bedside lamp’s making him look more bronzed than usual. A large, as yet unseen, male member pushed those tight shorts massively forward. Ready, inviting, so absolutely delicious; it was hers, hers to enjoy, hers to saviour, hers to use. Not her husband but her lover, never had she been so excited, never had she wanted sex like she did now.

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She stood quietly admiring his body, soaking up it’s perfection. She gladly kicked off the Jimmy Choo’s, two supple movements had her trousers in a neat puddle for her to step elegantly away from; her top joined the other things on the floor; when you are that hungry a nine hundred pound designer outfit does not need to be looked after. She stretched slowly languorously upward to ease away the tension from waiting, showing to Jake as she did so an exquisite form, enhanced by luscious underwear chosen and crafted to tease. Two hungry souls, perfectly matched, young, athletic, confident in each others lovemaking ability, stimulated beyond reason by a day of sexual theatre, being barely able to touch each other and respond but watching stimulus after stimulus as David sank lower and lower into his sissy baby world in front of their very eyes and all the while Jane’s power over him soared.

But now they were released to play.

By the random chances of chaos theory the flapping of a butterfly’s wings in Africa can start a hurricane that devastates a city in America; could it be the wearing of a sun hat all those years ago was going to bring a hurricane of lovemaking to Jane Baxter’s house that night?

As they stood in each others arms, tongues lustfully exploring each others mouths a tropical wave was building that would soon become a storm. His hands were everywhere, stimulating, teasing touching, so beautifully intimate. Senses were tingling with expectant need. She could sense fresh moistness in her gaping heaven.

Soon Jake motioned her to the bed, helping her to ease her panties down till they joined the loosely scattered clothes on the floor. She was ready to lie on her back to receive but was intrigued when he said “kneel” He ripped off her basque, popping fastenings as he did so, Jane was exultant; no one had ever ripped a very expensive undergarment from her body to reveal her delights before.

He gently eased her knees apart so she was waiting, vulnerable ready presenting her wet quim to her lover. He was going to take her from behind! How insulting, how demeaning, how disgusting, how could he do such a thing? Oh how she wanted it now, this way, please Jake have me, take me!

His thighs were behind her stocking clad legs, “please fuc-k me Jake, fuc-k me hard, fuc-k me now.”  She hissed her demand loudly How could she be so crude? It slid in, big, bold, confident, wonderful, just wonderful. Ecstasy! She was like a panther, weight on spread knees and elbows, back arched thrusting her privacy eagerly at Jake’s member determined to enjoy every last centimetre.

The storm gathered its strength, action feeding on action, lust on lust, desire never sated, intensifying, bodies now gleaming with perspiration as they coupled trying to multiply sensations. Muscles rippled, her back moved up and down, wave like as he grasped her waist in a vice grip to further impale her on his gorged member. 

A hurricane of emotion, huge powerful, ultimately destructive gripped the two of them; each thrust brought forward a scream of exultation from Jane that reverberated round the house. As they built towards the inevitable climax as the storm approached land Jake’s grunts became animal in intensity. No stopping, no subtlety here, no teasing, a fast approaching finale was soon to be upon them.

In his cot David gripped the side bars tighter and tighter as though he may sunder them. Nothing had prepared him for this. The storm of ecstatic emotion in the next room only deepened his inadequacy, made him more vulnerable; each ecstatic shout hammered home his failure. Jake his former employee was enjoying his wife to the utmost! Somehow it did not make him want to reject Jane but made him even more desperate for her love and attention. Little spurts of wee seemed to leak out to bring glowing warmth round his tiny imprisoned uselessness. Letting go one bar he cuddled his teddy in lonely isolation. He was apparently so close to love but in reality light years away. Despite himself his tiny member rose till it met the solid metal of his restraint and then it recoiled in painful frustration as the ring bit into the swelling flesh. He tried hard not to think sexually about the passion in the next room but found it difficult and each time he lapsed the ring bit again to remind him that he had to be completely free of an erection if he was to be comfortable down there. The reality of this new restraint discipline and the painful way in which it forced any sexual thoughts of self gratification from his mind was only now dawning on him.

The fury broke in the next room suspending normal senses. Their great cries of exaltation joined together as Jake pumped as never before. It went on for ever.

Again and again he pumped his manhood copiously into her.

Then slowly it eased, the wind dropped slowly, their bodies now shining wet with perspiration, heaved to put air in their lungs. They so slowly calmed till they rested still joined together; she locked on that massive hardness that barely shrunk. Panting as though they were in the low pressure eye of the storm they paused and waited helplessly for the next onslaught that was inevitable.

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Then slowly it eased, the wind dropped slowly, their bodies now shining wet with perspiration, heaved to put air in their lungs. They so slowly calmed till they rested still joined together; she locked on that massive hardness that barely shrunk. Panting as though they were in the low pressure eye of the storm they paused and waited helplessly for the next onslaught that was inevitable.



They never heard David softly cry “Mummy Mummy” he almost felt it was impossible for humans to survive such an onslaught. Lonely, neglected David sobbed gently at the thought of what his Mummy and Jake were doing whilst he was left all by himself in a baby’s cot. When soft murmuring and movement started again in the next room he was happy. Mummy was alright she was there, safe.



The eye passed suddenly. Jake out of control now needed her again quickly. He withdrew momentarily but even so she cried “No Jake; more Jake, please darling more” but it was only to roll her over to her back and his hardness was soon again in her wet lusciousness. His movements became even more violent. She was soon swept along happily knowing that with one more climax this extreme experience would culminate. Ecstasy built again and they both screamed in passion without pause as they came to the climax.



Then it passed, over soon, no subtlety here no finesse; just a raw need that had been stoked repeatedly during the day now to be vigorously slaked.



David, the cause of their lust still sat motionless in the next room in his baby cot only dimly aware that he had been something of a catalyst for the events in the next room but only as a totally passive player; He was just a toy to be enjoyed by Jake and Jane whenever they wanted the sheer fun of humiliating him. He had never felt so used, lonely, shamed and above all helpless. He wanted to be the man in Jane’s bed but that was impossible. The perfectly feasible option of walking into the next room and demanding an end to his humiliation never entered his head. He now accepted his subservient role utterly. In the dim light he looked down and he could see the firm outline of his plastic pants holding in the double thick nappy that forced his legs apart. That comforted him, he felt safe being properly nappied with no worry about wets and messes; no sexual responsibilities. His teddy seemed to be like a real friend, the dummy gave true comfort as he suc-ked at it eagerly as he tried to mentally distance himself from the scene he had just heard. The bars of the cot acted like a barrier to the real world, the world that could only shame him and laugh at his sissy existence. Although there was no physical reason for him to remain in his cot as he could easily climb out the thought never entered his head, the brainwashing of the last months had taken away such thoughts of disobedient behaviour like that. He therefore mentally retreated into his safe little baby world, fondling his soft nightie feeling the plastic pants. There he was secure; Mummy would provide food, comfort and security. He swapped the dummy for the bottle before collapsing slowly down onto the cot to look at the mobile that twirled slowly above him and was soon asleep.



It was only half past seven. Little babies need their sleep!



The next morning Jane came into his room full of bounce, her eyes radiated with the excitement that great lovemaking creates. Already showered she was dressed in a smart business skirt; as usual it was enticingly short and tight. As ever her vivacious movements made it provocative and although he had heard Jake and his wife making love time and time again that night he still wanted her, wanted to enjoy the briefest glimpses of panty line, rounded lacy bra or her sensuous thighs. Jane just love the doe eyed fawning look of the true submissive in David at such moments.



David had been awake for hours; the early hours had passed slowly as he drifted in and out of sleep and his nappy became wetter and wetter. He used to play with himself in those dawn hours when he could not sleep but that was now definitely not on. The ring had bitten him hard when Jane and Jake had another session in the morning. The soft rhythmic motions of yet another lovemaking session in the master bedroom could easily be heard in his nursery. Ashamed as was at the thought of being aroused by his wife’s lovemaking he could not stop himself feeling quite sexy and  he longed to plunge his hand into the wet nappy and fondle himself but instead on that first morning of chastity prison he just had to ignore the feeling as the ring caused such pain when he was the slightest bit aroused. He was forced to listen and try hard not to think erotic thoughts; it was hard to do and only when anger at his own predicament surfaced did the sharp pains eventually diminish. Slowly resentment at his penile prison lifted as he began to think about a future without regular sexual pleasure. He found that he could think soft baby thoughts that did not cause his willie to rise and he began the long slow road to embrace the concept of a baby life without the erotic element.



As she got him ready for the day she chatted about the great sex she had had the night before with abandoned enthusiasm.



“Sophie he was just great, I have never been so aroused I had the most fantastic orgasms. Now you will write him a lovely thank you letter won’t you. I will tell Emma to help you.  Do you want to do a little crayon drawing to send him as well that would be so sweet wouldn’t it?”



As he laid back on the changing table legs apart, hands gripping the backs of his knees to fully expose his bottom and parts so Jane could wipe, clean and powder him he became aware of a movement in the room. Jake had come in! This was his sissy sanctuary, soft and pink with delicate understated flounces; all the furniture screamed that it was a little baby girl’s room. Princess curtains and pretty nets were matched with the light shades, the cot, changing table and chest of drawers were in baby practical white lightened here and there with motif’s and stickers of nursery prints and soft toys. There was even a mirror nursery for his dolls complete with push chair, and toy chest of drawers for his growing collection of dolls clothes. It was a place he could hide from reality in, pretend that he was really a little baby girl and not the failed business man and husband the outside world always used to see.



He could sense Jake’s raw masculinity, so utterly out of place in this pink palace, he felt invaded.

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But Jake was looking round looking incredulously at the nursery touching this doll here the pile of disposables there. He was fresh from the shower wearing only the Egyptian cotton towel he had dried himself with tied round his muscular midriff. The hairs on his chest still glistened damply and the smell of his Gucci aftershave overcame the softer perfume of baby powder and wipes.

David felt his virgin rosebud was totally exposed and was desperate for Jane to hurry and get his nappy on to give him some modesty but she busied herself with her task of wiping him as if she realised the acute embarrassment David must feel in such a position. Slowly she smiled at him;

“What is it darling? Don’t you want Uncle Jake to see you like this? Hum I think you may be worried that Jake may do something nasty to that little rosebud of yours that is all soft and squeaky clean. Well don’t worry I want his manhood all for myself, it is far too good to share with you sweetie!”

“You are dead right there” Jake chipped in I don’t do pansies! Mind you I know a few who do. Like an introduction to a mate of mine Dave old boy?”

David shuddered at the thought and took refuge in his sissy self “Pleasth I juth wan to be a thissy bayby”

“Pass me one of those disposables” she said at last to Jake.

As Jake moved to do so she held David’s peanut with a forefinger and thumb and giggling said;

“Look here is your competition!”

“Huh” snorted Jake “that’s pathetic, like this fairy’s room. Jane how did you marry such wretched pansy?”

“Don’t be mean he can’t help having one so small, not like your great plonker” “Now go and choose him a pretty dress from that cupboard over there, remember he is in double terries today as a punishment and Emma is taking to the hairdressers this afternoon and they are getting more and more used to seeing him all dressed up. Marie tells me that there is now competition from the girls to wash his hair and generally attend to him as they love to see a man treated this way.”

Turning to David she added “Isn’t this exciting having Uncle Jake choose the baby dress you are going to wear to today: that will be something to tell the girls about.” Jake came over with a little number in pale green, high wasted as usual it had an elasticised section round the top of his chest flaring out beneath over two layers of sewn in petticoats that were deliberately an inch longer than the dress so they swished in flouncy profusion as he moved.. The motifs were fluffy baby ducklings, chickens and a little girl; just so babyish. It came with pale green rumbas that David knew would be prominently on view as the skirt was so short. It was altogether not want he wanted to wear to the hairdressers this afternoon. Jake grinned at him: “well there was quite a choice I have to say but this little number took my fancy, I am sure the girls in the hair salon will love you in it David”

Jane slipped it on and remarked “You have picked the one with lots and lots of buttons here all the way up the back, it takes ages to do them all up. He wanted a dress like this I bet you cannot guess why?”

“No”

“Well he likes to feel trapped in a dress sometimes and he cannot get this one off without undoing the buttons and you can see they are in two columns reaching way down his back, as it buttons both ways and intermittently there are dummy buttonholes, not too difficult to see but of course if he tried to undo them he cannot tell the real ones from the false as they are in the small of his back. So there you darling baby trapped in your little girls baby dress until someone takes it off you! He used to go to a group that had lots of notes and pictures about such trivia.”

The outfit was topped off with a little baby woolie cardigan, white socks and black Mary Janes. As soon as he was ready David was rushed downstairs to be put in his high chair with a full plastic bib that had little arms so that his lovely clothes would be kept clean from the warm runny porridge that inevitably went everywhere.

The doorbell rang and they heard Emma letting herself in with her key

Emma had been a very lucky find for Jane. As a student she had needed extra cash and hit upon the idea of doing a little bit of freelance fem dom. Realising that it might be a tough world out there she had rung up a number of doms and offered her services as a number two for those clients who wanted to be punished by more than one girl. Most had brushed her aside fearing competition but Denise had invited her along that very day as she was just about to baby a client who had always wanted an extra girl on hand. The relationship blossomed and the two girls became great friends often going to the pub after a few hours of beating bottoms to laugh themselves silly about the idiotic games the clients wanted them to play.

When Jane had also become involved with Denise as well, Emma had jumped at the chance to earn good money as Jane’s nanny for David. She still kept in touch with Denise and earned good pin money some evenings when they set out to humiliate clients together.

Emma, as usual, came to the house at eight o clock to take over from Jane who by that time had normally got him into the high chair and left him to mess his breakfast cereal or porridge over his bib. It had been a feature of his new baby life that he had never been left on his own. Just like a real baby, someone had always been on hand to look after him. This really hammered home his dependence on the females around him and ensured that there was never any respite or let up from the need to think, act talk walk and generally behave like a baby. Or else!

Emma loved the endless teasing her role demanded and had instituted a regime of training so he always had to speak with a lisp, walk with the little waddling baby steps that David hated when they were out and about. She was always spotting some childish behaviour from a toddler and getting David to mimic it in some awkward place. Nagging for treats and girly toys in shops and supermarkets were her favourite tortures for him as they just caused everyone to stare at this strangely dressed man asking a younger girl if he could have some chocolate or a copy of Barbie or Go Girl  magazine.

She loved to play mind games with him; keeping him in suspense worrying about how long they were to be out, would she change him in public? Were they going to eat out which was always an agony of shame as a bib was normally involved or fondling a dummy in her hand when they were in a café and relishing the agonised look of disbelief on his face when she made to put it in his mouth, or producing a sippy cup from time to time for him to use.

She always carried a bag full of the contingencies for nappy changes, spare bibs, a bottle with milk and a couple of extra dummies. In short everything she needed to demonstrate whenever the mood took her that David was the baby and so he existed is a state of perpetual fear that some new shame or indignity was about to unfold around him.

Unlike Jane she was prepared to tolerate his begging for more lenient treatment when they went out and about. She just loved to see him beg, often with tears in his eyes, to be let off some ridiculous outfit or other. “pleath Nanny don’t make me wear my Mary Janes today” or “ No Nanny pleath not that pink cardigan today; people stare at me tho; pleath nanny”   She rarely relented but did so occasionally so that he was encouraged to plead and beg all the more. Often his persistence wore her down and resulted in an additional humiliation punishment which she delighted in administering or some Hobson’s choice between two humiliations. Once when he had moaned about her putting him in Mary Janes she had let him chose between wearing them or pink hair slides in his growing curly blonde hair.

Standing there in front of her charge, a grown man a few years older than her, she delighted in watching him look at the Mary Janes or trainers and the large little girls hair slides. Seeing him undecided she choose for him and put the hair slides in his hair.

At an early visit to the hair salon she had made him choose between a pony tail style or ringlets or bangs; she had said that if he had a pony tail then he would have to wear some really girly pink frilly hair bands to keep it in place. Unsurprisingly he had gone for bangs only to discover the range of hair ornaments for bangs was far worse and he was often out with slides grips and even a pink head band. 

Another delight was to involve her many old school friends from time to time. Once they were in a local coffee shop and she had arranged for one of her friends from college, Janice, to drop by; and seeing her friend sat right next to David barely acknowledging him.

[Anonymous]

“What’s all this I hear about you being a Nanny and not going to Cambodia like you said?”



“Well it was the money, I am going next year”



“Where is the baby, someone said it was an eight to five job and she was a right little brat? I cannot see you as a Nanny at all.”



“Oh he is here don’t worry”



David was going puce at this stage. Janice was pretty, self confident, and had nodded at him briefly before talking to Emma and appeared not to have noticed his baby dungarees at all despite sitting next door to him.



Go on where is the brat?” “You can’t neglect kids these days”



“Right here” Emma said



Janice looking around her uncomprehendingly still did not understand so Emma helped her “I don’t know how you define a baby but someone kept permanently in nappies because they have no control and who suc-ks a dummy all the time and eats in a high chair might fit the bill?”



David was dying!



“Stop playing games with me Emma where is the sodding baby?



“Right next to you!”



“Go on Sophie tell her that you are my baby I am looking after”



“Janice turned slowly and looked at David with fresh eyes and now saw his little girly dungarees bulging with a thick nappy between the legs, white ankle socks that suddenly she realised were not sports socks, the Mary Janes on his feet, the long blonde locks of hair were not an rugged outback style as she had assumed at her first hasty glance but the thin slightly straggly look of a small child.



“My God you don’t mean, ….him! I don’t get it”



“I do. He is my new charge, he is a complete baby! He sleeps in a cot, he hasn’t used a potty in ages and is dependent on a dummy and has at home the most adorable collection of dresses you could imagine! Jane, his wife found out about his sissy longings and has kept him that way ever since. He has been looked after by me, or Jane or his mother in law, whom he calls Grandma by the way, for months now. He just loves to be a baby don’t you sweetie? His wife has dumped him as a man and got herself a really great bloke as a lover.”



She opened her hand to reveal a dummy which she left on the table in front of him. “Tell Janice what you are sweetie”



David just wanted to curl up and die! “I am a lickle girl baby! My name ith Thophie”



Janice was still stunned and looked on in amazement as Emma got up and walked round to David and, bending down felt between his legs. “Yes as usual he has a wet nappy” With Emma’s encouragement they dragged confession after confession from him about his baby life; his watery eyes told them how he hated his shameful secrets being revealed to two pretty vivacious girls much younger than he was. It seemed so much worse as they were out in public and he squirmed awkwardly in his chair inadvertently flashing his plastic pants to them from time to time.



David’s days with Emma were just one long humiliation after another, nothing was predictable nothing was certain; exposure and embarrassment were always just round the corner. However much it happened he could never get used to the reality of more and more people seeing him in baby clothes and nappies. The fear of a sudden exposure of his terrible secret was always with him.



When Emma arrived Jane stopped feeding her baby David and leaving him with a mucky face immediately started to tell her about the weekend and how he had behaved at her Mothers, she specifically mentioned Jake’s involvement and his present of the bonnets.



“Emma do make sure he wears them all the time I know Jake will ask me if he has. Oh and when you go to the hair salon do make him wear one as they may want to modify his style a little to show off the bonnets to best advantage. You are going this afternoon he is booked in I think for a fresh colouring and perm? Sweetie, just think you will have three hours with all those girls in the salon to chat to you lucky thing! So much to tell them about your lovely weekend and all that has happened. Marie is going to want to know all about it and especially what you think of Jake being my lover. Oh and be sure to tell her about the little chastity ring and what it feels like to be chastised at last, she has been waiting for me to put it on you for ages”



Jane had long been a regular patron of Marie who ran an upmarket hair dressing salon that had quietly expanded over the years. She now had eight stylists and beauticians in a fashionable part of the town. In keeping with the desire to keep the clientele to successful business women and ladies who lunch they maintained a very elegant approach and all the girls dressed in a showy uniform of white tight hip length tops with wide belts round shapely waists. The effect was completed with sexy very well tailored dark shorts and black tights. All the girls looked good, ranging from the stunning to merely good looking. Modern upmarket décor rounded off the effect that Marie wanted. It was not the cheapest place in town but had an exceptional reputation. Jane had noticed from time to time a cross dresser used the salon and had quizzed Marie about it and found that she had a sympathetic attitude to men who liked to dress.



It was natural then when David was first being kept as a baby that Jane would broach the question of his hair style with Marie. Happily she was enthusiastic and so David found himself in the salon dressed in a pale blue set of dungarees with a teddy bear on the front pocket desperately hoping that his bulging nappies would not be noticed by the girls.

David hated his visits to the salon with a passion. It had started off very quietly with visits accompanied by Jane during slack times when the salon was not full and he was dressed in short dungarees; unfortunately for him the very first time he had his hair washed and he was leaning back to the basin his dungarees rode up to reveal just an inch or two of his plastic pants that encased his terry nappy. When he was finished he saw Marie staring at his crotch and looked down and, with utter horror, saw what she was looking at. His face went bight red so as to give the game away completely; she just smiled. Like all hairdressers she chatted away and quizzed him about his new life style.



“Jane tells me you have given up work to be a little baby girl?”



“Are you shy?” Don’t want to chat?”



“I see you are already in nappies, do you use them or just at night?”



“It is such a pretty little dungaree set you have on I love the teddy motif”



Of course she discussed with Jane how to do his hair, it was of the first times that he experienced the real shame of having something really personal to him discussed but without his own wishes even sought . He had to endure an hour of her cutting and styling his hair in the little girl style that Jane had asked for all the while not daring to think about what Jane may have told her about his new baby life!  



Overtime as it became more and more obvious that he was totally under Jane’s control the girls started to tease him gently, loving the blushes that flared up pinkly when they asked whether those were terry or disposable nappies or what dresses he had worn today; or did he need a dummy now?



Indeed Marie had been surprised how her young, modern trendy girls generally lapped it all up and indeed they started to talk about him to other customers and again surprisingly there was more curiosity than offence and some even changed a booking to be in the salon at the same time as David so they could quietly observe this little girly sissy. Quite soon Jane handed over the role of taking him to the salon to Emma who was even more relaxed than Jane with him in public and when Marie hinted that the girls might like to see him in a dress next week rather than the dungarees he normally wore when he was out she accepted the invitation willingly. David now went each week in full baby attire for his hair appointment which may include nails and other beauty treatments especially depilation services. The girls and a growing number of customers made a huge fuss of him when he came in all babied up and hugging a doll. Marie even sensed that the slow rise in takings on his hair do days was caused by female interest in this sissy.



Today Emma had arranged a further surprise for him this afternoon in collaboration with Jane and Marie. The unexpected bonus of the double terries and the bonnets were just going to be icing on the cake. David was going to hate his session at the salon with a passion.



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I am away for nearly three months and not able to continue posting regularly but I very much want to return to the story in the autumn.



Many more excitements are planned for David poor thing. What will happen at the hair dressing salon? All those sexy girls and he in full baby clothes, what shame! How will he handle going to the lingerie shop to get Jane’s basque repaired? Then little Zoë is bound to tease him at the sleepover ,oh and what was that about a ballet? No surely he cannot be made to wear a tutu can he?



Will Grandma keep her promise and let him have release? It might be not quite what he had in mind.



Of course he has not yet returned to the office and met up with the girls from telesales but then Jane may have a great idea for keeping in touch with all his former female workmates. You know how resourceful she is.



Have a great summer. Kisses Sophie.

[Anonymous]

Jane was busy telling Emma the other little tasks she wanted David to do today; as well as the nice thank you letter to Jake for the bonnets, an idea that had Emma in fits, she said that she wanted him to hand wash her undies. There was nothing unusual in that but she then went on “and Jakes as well, they are Calvin Klein and the must not be machine washed, hang them up on the line with mine so they can be freshly aired. Oh and put fresh satin sheets on the bed for tonight my little baby. You want my lover to enjoy cool clean fresh sheets when he makes love to me don’t you?”

David shuddered. How could he wash Jakes underwear and then hang them out on the line? Mrs. Parker next door, a right nosey parker he thought, always came out when he was hanging washing on the line. She smirked and teased when he stood there, his dresses flying in the wind, hanging out nappies, plastic panties, petticoats and the other paraphernalia of his baby life. Now she was bound to ask whose the men’s shorts were as she would know they were not David’s.

Jane had been relieved at the way her neighbour had accepted David’s appearances in the garden dressed in his baby clothes and she now encouraged Emma to ensure that he spent plenty of time in the garden where of course he felt ever more vulnerable than in the house. He always went out there wearing whatever he was wearing around the house so Mrs Parker had seen him in most of his baby clothes. She was always sure to emerge and start to chat to David or Emma to find out what he was doing and what new life style activity he was up to.

“Oh!    I nearly forgot Jake was so excited last night that he ripped that lovely sexy Basque off me and tore some the hooks out. I am sure it can be repaired. Now sweetie, why don’t you take it into the shop where I bought it; “La Perlescence” in the High Street and see if it can be repaired?”

Emma was grinning hugely as possibilities’ for even more torment for David emerged.

Jane went on;

“Now Emma he is going to Grandma’s on Thursday this week rather than Friday because on Friday afternoon he is to be round at Sheila’s for a sleepover with her girls. They have some friends coming round after school and they want to put on a show the next morning, maybe a ballet or something you know how arty my sister is? Just try on his ballet tutu will you to make sure it fits?”

Emma looked at David who was close to tears. He had thought that yesterday had been bad enough but this week was shaping up to be perfectly terrible. How could he go into that upmarket lingerie shop, men always felt awkward in such places and David was no exception but he would be in childish dungarees or worse! He had to fight it somehow, but then if he was going to be freed from his constraint by Grandma he thought he had better be good. As ever resistance risked compromising a small concession that David really wanted.

Jane looked at her watch “Must go I am late. Have a wonderful day with Emma and give my love to Marie this afternoon. I can’t kiss you; your face is too mucky. Love you baby!”

Blowing him a kiss with that smile that he so adored she spun on her high heels and with a shapely stride left the house. As the car revved in the drive Emma started to wipe his face and get him ready for the day.

They were soon standing outside the bedroom; David as usual did not go in until Emma gave him permission to do so. The room was untidy, the bed clothes rumpled and heaped Jane had left underwear higgledy-piggledy all over the place; Jake’s shorts were carelessly tossed to one side. It was obvious that they had enjoyed themselves, as Emma immediately said, “well you can tell what they were up to! What is it like to know your wife makes love to another man? Do you mind that it is someone who used to work for you? Not that it matters much”

David was silent. Emma just laughed. She picked up the shorts and threw them to David who just caught them.

“Show them respect; you know what to do, savour some real man’s musk” She watched as he silently put Jakes underpants to his face and inhaled. “Lick them; front and back she commanded, lick your wife’s lover’s shorts, smell him, and think what he was doing last night!”

David silently obeyed.

Emma watched him; she was always amazed how far down masochists would go, she never got used to it.

“Now gather up everything that has to be washed and separate them into machine and hand wash piles. Then strip the bed, make it with fresh sheets and bring everything down stairs. Look lively, you have ten minutes or you will feel the paddle and have some minus points.” David wanted to linger in that room, the room that he used to sleep in with Jane, it was still feminine, her room and despite himself he loved her but he dared not loiter and risk losing precious points that counted towards a release sometime in the future. He hurried to the tasks set.

A little while later he was standing on low child’s steps in front of the sink doing the washing fondling her lovely panties in the soft lux soap. The steps were pink with childish rhyme printed on them:

 “These little steps help me reach the things I couldn’t;
 And all the things I shouldn’t” 

The effect was to put him in the same place as a small child who cannot reach sinks and work tops and so he always had to use them to perform any task like washing up. As Emma noted it stopped him running off as he always had to get permission to get down.

As soon as he had finished hanging the washing on the line and Jane’s intimate sexy briefs’ were there in their soft feminine sensuality next to Jake’s robust manly shorts shouting out their recent pursuits Mrs Parker appeared and immediately wanted to know who the shorts belonged to.

Flushing brightly he had to admit to the ghastly women

“Vey belong to Mummith boyfriend” She already knew that he had to refer to Jane as Mummy all the time. “He wath round last night and they put me in my cot then they went into the big bedroom and did fings togevver.”

He sensed Emma behind him “What else are you so proud of today?”

“Err Err Mummy hath put me in a thastity belt and Uncle Jake hath the key” he minced his words in full red faced shame.

Mrs Parker just gave him a look of the deepest contempt, but smiled at Emma “well I suppose it had to come, serves the nasty little sissy right”

David hated her, she was one of the few who were always really horrid to him; most women mixed teasing with laughter but Mrs Parker just seemed to loath him. The trouble was he had to be perfectly polite to her like he was to anyone else.

“Come on you have a letter to write give Mrs Parker a nice deep curtsey and say bye bye” Emma hurried her sissy charge back into the house for more shame and humiliation. This was a new idea and going to be lots of fun.