Submission ~ Baby col-col

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A Dream of An Encounter in A Bookstore ~ a true account of a dream

Just The Beginning ~ a tale of an introduction to femme domme

Dog Day ~ a tale of a human puppy in training

A Visit to Auntie Lori's ~ a serialised story of an adult baby's big day out

The Babysitter ~ a serialised story of a special babysitting service

Lynn & David ~ a novel in progress of a retirement to infantilism (14 chapters total to date)

My Mummy in America ~ a personal account of the development of Baby col-col

Loving His Nappies ~ a short story of nappy loving

Infantilism ~ a personal account of the development of Baby col-col

Rebirth ~ a short story of an emergence from the rubber womb bag

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A Dream of An Encounter in A Bookstore

I was in a bookstore - I had gone there by myself to simply spend some time looking around... which I love doing.

I noticed a large format book on a subject which interested me and picked it up from the counter top on which it lay. It was the only copy and I hadn't realised that the book existed prior to seeing it.

I took the book to a reading area and sat down and began thumbing through the pages, enjoying the content and decided that I would buy it. However, I soon became aware of two figures who had come and stood close by me and were watching me... looking at the book.

"Can I help you?" I asked.

"We're just waiting for you to finish with that book," the smaller of the two gentlemen said.

"Excuse me?" I replied.

"This gentleman..." he indicated the man on his right... "had ordered that book and I had placed it on the counter top as I knew he was coming in to collect it today."

"Well, I'm sorry." I responded. "I've decided to buy it so you'll have to give him another copy."

"That is the only copy that we have available sir." He replied somewhat frostily. "So...if you wouldn't mind..."

I held the book to me and said that I did indeed 'mind' and that as far as I was concerned, the conversation was over.

The two men spoke briefly and the salesman turned to me once more.

"If you don't mind sir, I will mention it to the Store Manager and see if we can work out something more amicable. Perhaps a discount voucher for you for any future purchase?.... Just a moment."

I was feeling quite determined that I was in the right and stood my ground - (even though I was sitting down!).

Shortly thereafter I saw a woman approaching looking quite serious.

However, as she neared me, her expression became friendlier.

"Good morning sir. I believe there has been a misunderstanding."

"No. No misunderstanding. I've decided to buy this book that's all."

"Yes I understand that but as has been explained, this book was already ordered for a customer."

"Well, then it should have been placed away from the shop floor then shouldn't it?" I was warming to my position although I felt less comfortable being so adamant while making my point to this attractive young woman.

Just then, my mobile phone rang. It was Mummy's maid Gwen.

"Excuse me for a moment" I said to the manager.

"Hello Gwen! How are you doing?"

"Hello col-col. I am fine. Just ringing to see how things are with you."

As Gwen was talking, I glanced at the woman and saw her expression change slightly. I watched as I thought I saw a slight smile cross her lips.

"Can I call you back in a few minutes please Gwen? I'm just trying to sort something out with a young lady in this bookshop. Bye for now!"

"Bye col-col!"

There was that smile again.

"Sorry about that." I apologised.

"Oh that's alright. I think I've thought of a solution while you were on the phone."

"Oh really...?" I replied. "What would that be?"

"Well...." she paused and leaned forward, looking into my eyes.

"Can I ask you...." she whispered now.... "Does your Mummy know that you are here by yourself?"

I sat back in surprise. My eyes wide at her question.

My reaction was enough to confirm what she knew.

"Pardon?" I stammered.

"I think I know your Mummy! When I heard you answer the phone to 'Gwen'. It reminded me of a very good friend of mine who has a maid with that name. I overheard her call you 'col-col' during the conversation...." she paused to let it all sink in. "I don't think you are in any position to be difficult with me do you...col-col...? Your Mummy has shown me lots of photos of her baby boy." My heart sank as I realised I was powerless to do anything.

"Why don't you bring your book with you and we'll go to my office while I make a phone call?"

I found myself standing automatically and walking behind her as she made her way through the bookshelves.

As we passed the assistant who I had spoken to earlier I heard her say "If you can ask the gentleman to come back in about 20 minutes or so, I will make sure he has his book."

She turned to me and summoned me to follow with her finger.

Entering the office, she closed the door behind her and I went towards the chair in front of her desk. She stopped me...

"Oh I don't think so - do you col-col? Go and stand over there while I make a phone call." She pointed to the corner. She sensed my uncertainty and made it even clearer. "Go and stand in that corner and face the wall. I don't want to look at a naughty little boy." I did as I was told and listened as she picked up the telephone.

"Hello! It's Julie here. How are you?" A pause. "Oh that's great..... Anyway - the reason I am calling is that I have someone here who is being a little naughty and I'd be grateful if you could come and pick him up please?"

Another pause. "Well, it's col-col.... he's having a little tantrum over a book which he likes and he won't give it back to the gentleman it belongs to..... Oh that's lovely. See you in a few minutes then!"

She addressed me once more. "I've spoken to Mummy and she's coming to get you. She says that you are to stand in the corner and wait for her like a good boy."

I gulped as I knew that's exactly what Mummy would have said. I instinctively lowered my head in expectation of what was to come.

The time passed slowly as I listened to the manager busying herself with paperwork and internal calls. However, inevitably, there came a knock on the door and I heard Mummy's voice.

I listened as the two ladies spoke and Mummy sat down. The situation was explained to Mummy and then I heard "col-col....? Come here."

I turned and walked across the room towards Mummy - hardly daring to look at her directly in case she was very cross with me.

"Give the nice lady the book col-col. You know it's not yours and you shouldn't have it."

I sheepishly passed it to the lady.

"And what do you say?" Mummy said.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled.

"Pardon?" the lady manager asked.

"I'm sorry for being naughty." I said. This time more clearly.

"That's better!" Mummy said. "Now come here and kneel down in front of me."

To all intents and purposes I became unaware of the lady manager at this point. I knelt in front of Mummy and looked up at her. She glanced down at me and then leaned forward into her handbag. I saw her remove a plastic bag containing blue webbing - I knew that these were a spare set of baby reins which Mummy had bought for just such an occasion as this... where the yellow leather nursery reins would be too obtrusive.

She unravelled them as she spoke to her friend - hardly looking at me she threaded my arms through the webbing and clicked the locking mechanism into place.

"Oh they are simply precious!" her friend said.

Mummy attached the walking leash to the clips on the back of the reins and pulled me to her.

Mummy leaned towards me and asked "Do you need your dummy?"

I heard the manager laugh as Mummy lifted one of my dummies from her handbag.

I shook my head even though I really did want the comfort that it would give me. However, I did not want to be walking through the shops sucking a dummy - being led on reins was going to be bad enough!

"Oh alright then," Mummy said and put it back into her bag once more.

"Well, we'd better go now. Thank you so much for letting me know about him being here and causing a problem for you Julie. It won't happen again!" Mummy pulled the reins upwards, encouraging me to stand beside her.

"Oh that's no problem. I know what small children can be like sometimes... I don't think he realised how naughty he was being. Before you go though... can I give him a book that's probably better suited to him?"

"That would be very kind. Wouldn't it baby?" Mummy mocked me.

The manager lifted a cloth baby book from behind her desk and offered it to me. I knew I had to take it - and I felt curious as to it's contents already. Perhaps this really was more appropriate for me these days?"

"What do you say Baby?" Mummy reminded me.

"Thank you!" I said.

Mummy and her friend laughed as we turned towards the door.

"You must come over one evening for a drink and a chat!" Mummy said. "I'll make sure he's in his sleepsuit and in his cot nice and early so we won't be disturbed!"

"I'll look forward to that!" the manager replied.

A sharp tug on the reins told me it was time to leave.

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Just The Beginning....

"Paul?" I heard Jan call from downstairs. "Did you finish packing the car?"

"Yes love! Everything's in." I replied.

"Did you put the blue box in?"

"Yes!" My response this time was a little less even mannered at what I saw as an unnecessary question.

"I hope so!" came her reply.

As I checked around the house before we left, I mused to myself that anyone would think we were going on holiday for a month rather than the week Jan had arranged at the last minute.

"It'll be really nice Paul. An old colliery manager's house that's just been restored as a holiday rental. The photos on the website look great! Lots of rooms and lots of peace and quiet. Lots of opportunity to play perhaps?" she had said with 'that look' in her eyes.

I should explain... Jan and I had known one another for years - from University - and had become engaged but never made the 'leap' to marriage. Jan referred to it occasionally but it had never been a priority of mine if I am honest. We both enjoyed sex and were always open to trying new things although they usually took the form of Jan being 'in charge'. I was more than happy with that as I'd always had 'a thing' for strong women.

After the final check of doors and windows (they were all still there!), we got into the car and headed off.

The first part of the journey was pretty straightforward but once we got onto the small country roads, I was pleased to have the satellite navigation system. Jan had been amused when she had first heard it. "Another woman's voice telling you what to do and which way to turn. Why am I not surprised?" We both laughed at her comment. It had honestly never occurred to me to program a different voice to give instructions.

We drove for, I suppose, around three hours. The 'cottage' was near the coast. I say 'cottage' as it was called Hilltop Cottage. In actuality it was a large, Victorian stone built house with four substantial bedrooms; two reception rooms; a living room and, of course, kitchen.

I hadn't really paid much attention when Jan had booked it so I was quite surprised at its size and the open fields surrounding it. For two of us, it was huge! The nearest house must have been around a mile away down a single track - or over fields. To the east was the cliff top and sea.

The décor was traditional but with all 'mod-cons'. The bedrooms were very tastefully decorated. Two main bedrooms; a children's room with twin beds and a playroom / nursery.

We decided to have the plushest room and while Jan was familiarising herself with the house, I brought the bags and the 'precious' blue box in from the car.

"Bring the cases upstairs sweetheart!" she called from the bedroom window. "The box can be put in our room... We'll need that!" I looked up to see her smiling down at me from the window. I sensed (hoped) that the box might contain some of our special toys.

Once the car had been unloaded, we began to make ourselves at home. I was going to make something to eat while Jan opened a bottle of wine and set the table. Now I've never been much of a chef but I pride myself on my Spaghetti Bolognese and Fried Egg & Chips. There was, however, no chip pan and solitary fried eggs didn't sound too appetising...so Spaghetti Bolognese it was.

I stayed in the kitchen while Jan relaxed in the living room. I listened as she skipped channels on TV... the frequency of the channel changing a clear indication that she could not find anything to hold her attention.

"Jan? This is almost ready... Shall I serve it now?" I turned as she came into the kitchen carrying her wine. She smiled as she approached me.

She said nothing but I could see that she was thinking about something other than eating. I smiled and glanced back at the cooking food.

"Turn around and face me," she quietly said.

I turned to see her dipping her index finger into the wine, still holding my gaze. Smiling. I watched as she circled her finger in the wine. "Open your mouth." Instinctively I opened my mouth as she pushed her finger past my lips. "Suck it." I closed my eyes, sighing deeply as my tongue began pressing against the soft flesh of her finger. She smiled with satisfaction as she gently removed her finger from my mouth.

"More?" she said as she pouted, wide eyed. She spoke in a soft, almost mocking tone. Superior and controlling. I nodded immediately.

Once more my eyes followed the stirring motion of, this time, two fingers. Double the enjoyment?

Again she spoke softly, issuing a simple instruction as if to a pet. "Open..." I opened my mouth again and watched as she withdrew her dripping fingers from the glass.

I anticipated her warm fingers touching my tongue and closed my eyes to heighten the sensation.

In a second I opened them again with surprise as I felt the drops of moisture hitting my face as Jan flicked the wine at me. I flinched with surprise as she quickly dipped and re-dipped her fingers into the glass, flicking more and more wine at me.

"Lick it off your face! You messy boy!" My tongue vainly stretched beyond the corners of my mouth to try and catch the droplets. Jan laughed at my futile attempts to clean myself. "Stop!"

I did so immediately and as she studied me I could feel moisture running down my face and onto my neck.

"Oh dear...you are a mess aren't you? Look at your nice white shirt. I didn't know you were such a messy one..." she half smiled. "Put the food on one plate - just for me. You can have yours in a little while. I think I'll decide when you eat and drink this week...and, of course, what you eat and drink and also how you eat and drink. I think you'd quite like that wouldn't you?" She stroked my cheek with the back of her hand and then paused, waiting for a response.

I nodded - as she knew I would.

"You can serve my dinner now. There's a good boy." She turned and moved towards the table. She stopped, standing next to the chair and coughed gently, as if clearing her throat. I took that as my signal to lift the chair out from underneath the table and then to hold it for her while she sat. My prompt realisation and action earned me a smile. I felt blessed.

As instructed, I served the spaghetti and Bolognese sauce onto one plate and placed it in front of her. "Mmm... this looks very good. Well done!" She picked up her cutlery and turned to look at me. She looked wide eyed and questioning. "Well? What are you waiting for? Kneel down here...next to me while I eat." She indicated the floor to her right. I knelt down beside her, my body brushing gently against her leg. I felt that as long as I was permitted to have any form of contact, then at least I was 'being good' for her...that she was pleased with me.

As she ate, I alternately looked at the floor...head down. I turned to look at Jan, enjoying the food I had prepared and thought of how content and peaceful I felt at her side. Subjugated and controlled.

Occasionally as she ate she would take a drink of wine, and often, as she did so, would place her hand on the back of my head and stroke me gently. As if I were a well behaved dog. Each time she did it my feeling of contentment soared.

"I think you'll enjoy this sweetheart. Don't worry. I will leave you some. You can have my leftovers..." and she chuckled to herself as she saw the inner excitement in my eyes.

Minutes passed in relative silence until Jan placed her cutlery on the side of the plate and sat back, satiated with food.

"That was really good Paul. Well done." and she patted me once more. "Are you hungry?" I whispered "Yes. I am."

"Alright then. You can have yours now. It should be cool enough for you to have now without burning your mouth." I didn't fully understand what she meant but was pleased to think I was going to be 'allowed' to eat.'

"Off your knees and go and sit down there." She pointed at the chair on the opposite side of the table.

I rose and, flexing my legs to get rid of the stiffness, went and sat down. I realised that I was simply getting her leftovers but found the thought strangely exciting.

I watched as Jan lifted the cutlery from the plate and pushed the remnants of her meal towards me.

"There. That shouldn’t be too hot for you. Eat it. All."

The command was clear. It all had to be consumed - while she watched. I looked puzzled for a moment. I had no fork or spoon.

She smiled as she recognised my delayed realisation.

"Eat it with your fingers baby. You've already made a messy shirt...so it doesn't matter if you're a messy boy does it?" She laughed as I looked at the food, at her and then back again. She smiled once more and took a sip of wine.

"Go on..." she encouraged mockingly. "Eat it all up like a good boy."

My senses were conflicted. Humiliation, excitement, submission, acceptance... All of those things and more. Jan sensed my hesitation. My reticence to so willingly accept. "Do it!" The intonation in her voice was clear, the message in her eyes clearer still.

I wanted, as always, to please her and began to pick at the odd strand of spaghetti which protruded from the rest of the food. Teasing it out slowly, I raised it to my lips and ate it. "Do you really think I am going to sit and watch you eat that slowly? We are only here for a week! Get a mouthful in your hand and eat it or I will do it for you!”

There was no option and we both knew it. As ever though, it had taken me longer to grasp that realisation. I put my hand into the rapidly cooling food and scooped some into the palm of my hand.

"Both hands baby..."

That was the second 'baby' reference and she was right. I was beginning to feel like a small child...watched over while I ate...not trusted with cutlery. My other hand dipped into the food and I lifted my hand to my mouth. As I did so, an odd piece of spaghetti swung free and flicked Bolognese sauce into my shirt. Struggling to guide the food into my mouth, I knew that much of the sauce was now smeared across my face. My hands and fingers were red and messy, dripping with sauce. As I ate with my mouth full, I bent my head forward over the plate to catch any falling pieces.

"Oh what an untidy boy you are!" Jan laughed. "Perhaps I should have fed you rather than letting you try to do it yourself?"

I kept at my task. Regularly glancing at Jan for her approval, my face still lowered to the plate in a pathetic attempt at rescuing some dignity. Finally, I managed to eat the last strand of spaghetti. I sat up straight and smiled at her. The smile was not returned.

"Well? Are you going to finish your dinner?"

I frowned in puzzlement.

She looked at the plate and then at me...waiting for me to work it out.

I was still unsure.

"Lick it clean. Show me what a good boy you can be."

Resignedly I lowered my face to the plate and began to lick it clean.

"You should think yourself lucky that I didn't put it into a dog bowl and make you eat on the floor." She paused. "Perhaps later this week eh?"

I quickly cleaned the plate and Jan praised me. "Well done! What a clever boy...but look at the mess you are in! Your face is covered in food and your shirt is no cleaner than a toddler's!" She studied my reaction. I knew she was right.

"Get the dishcloth for me and bring it here." She pointed towards the kitchen sink.

I quickly stood and handed her the cloth.

"Hands!" she snapped.

I held my hands out and she rubbed them briskly with the damp, bright blue cloth. Rubbing thoroughly between my fingers she continued to chide me for being so messy. As she studied my face, she shook her head gently. "Dear me. Not very impressive. All over your face. All over your hands. All over your clothes." As her words sank in, she began rubbing my face to clean me up.

"Never mind though.." she smiled and winked at me - knowing I was completely in her hands. "I think I've got just what you need. Sit down on the chair and put your hands on the table. Palms down. Keep them there and don't move. I'll be back in a second."

She watched as I put my hands on the table and she leaned forwards and spread my fingers. "Stay!" she ordered… looking hard at me.

I sat stock still. Jan had punished me before and I had not enjoyed it. A punishment for me was just that and I wanted to please her. I concentrated on staying still.

When she returned I could see she was carrying one of her favourite toys. A drool gag. This was one of the most demeaning items she sometimes used on me. Once the gag was in place, it was almost impossible for me not to dribble and drool uncontrollably.

"Head up and open your mouth!"

I sat up straight, lifted my head and opened my mouth. She quickly positioned the ring behind my teeth, forcing my mouth open. I moved my neck, searching for comfort as she tightened the strap behind my head. I felt helpless as the tightening buckle squeezed the skin at the back of my neck.

Jan put her hands onto my shoulders and turned me firmly towards her. I was already conscious that I wanted to swallow but it wasn’t easy. I could feel saliva starting to form at the corner of my mouth – my tongue stretched in vain to catch it before it began to trickle down my chin.

Jan smiled patiently. She knew that my futile attempts would not be able to contain the dribbling. She looked at me and said “That’s better. Now one last thing before you do the washing up.” She reached behind her and picked up a piece of coloured cloth which I had not seen before. She flicked it open and rubbed the cloth between her fingers, slowly raising her eyes to look at me.

A smile flickered across her lips as she raised it towards me. It was a baby’s bib. I sighed with resignation as she reached behind my neck and fastened the Velcro tabs together. Part of me was unsurprised by this – she had already made ‘baby’ references earlier in the evening.

She smoothed the cloth down. Raised her eyebrows and gently nodded with satisfaction. “Suits you! Dribble as much as you want… your bib will soak it all up.” She turned and saw her almost empty wine glass. “Fill it up and bring it to me in the living room.” She turned and walked away as I took the glass from her and went to fetch the wine bottle.

As I poured the wine, I looked down and saw the bib hanging below my chin and once again felt the saliva ooze from my mouth and down my chin. Jan would be pleased.

I took the wine through to the living room and stood beside her waiting for her to offer her hand to take it. “Put it there!” she said pointing at a side table. “Then go and do the washing up. I want the kitchen spotless when I come through there.”

I nodded my understanding and returned to the kitchen sink – already wishing that the gag could be removed. Of course, that wasn’t going to happen just because I wanted it.

After the washing up and tidying was completed, I did a final check around to make sure I had done everything that I had been instructed to do and nervously opened the living room door. Jan glanced at me and indicated that I should sit on the floor beside her feet.

As I sat down she reached over to me and unfastened the buckle at the back of my neck. As the gag was removed, my jaw could finally relax and I moved it left and right to try to encourage the circulation to return. The slight movement made me aware of the slight coolness of the air on my wet chin.

“Look at me…” I turned to face her and she studied me for a moment – almost disdainfully – and laughed. “Dribbly baby!” she lifted the bib and rubbed my chin with it. I could feel the moisture in the cloth as she rubbed it.

“Is the kitchen clean? Have you been a good boy?”

I nodded as she stroked my face almost absent mindedly – still watching the TV.

“Alright then… as a reward – you can lick my feet. Get down.”

This truly did feel like a reward. Jan had beautiful, small feet and she had always enjoyed it when I paid attention to them with my mouth and tongue. I fell to my task with joy and relief. This was something which Jan only allowed when she was pleased with me.

I licked gently at her toes, slowly increasing the area I licked until I was licking her instep and heel repeatedly. The slightly salty taste filling my mouth and sending me into raptures of delight and submission.

All too soon however, Jan interrupted….”Now stop…. Sit up and look at me.”

I sat up, gazing at her like a dog – awaiting the next command.

“You’re going to do something very special for me now…. Stand up and come with me.”

She stood and I took her proffered hand. She led me into the garden. The sun slowly setting gave the garden a warm glow. It was a perfect summer’s evening. “Go and stand there – on the lawn and let me look at you.”

I walked to the spot she had indicated and turned to face her. A slight breeze caught the cloth of the bib around my neck and lifted it. Automatically, I moved my hand to keep it in place.

“Did I tell you to touch your bib baby?” she questioned.

“Erm… no. I just thoug….”

“Well perhaps you shouldn’t ‘just’ anything should you?” and she slapped my cheek hard.

It stung and I hung my head. I knew she was right and I should have not moved without instruction. I had deserved that slap.

“You do not do anything unless I have told you to do it. Do you understand? Did I tell you to touch it? Do you really think that someone who has to wear a bib to soak up their dribble should be doing that without permission?”

“No.” There could be no other answer. She was right.

“You will be punished again for that later. You are going to go across my lap and you will be spanked – for being a naughty..... little...... boy. Is that clear?”

“Yes Jan.” I mumbled.

“I think you’d better call me something more appropriate don’t you? How about ‘Mistress’? …. Or ‘Miss’? Or ‘Ma’am’ or…” she paused and then her smile broadened…. “or…. Mummy?” She laughed out loud. “Yes that’s what you’ll call me this week… Mummy. Every time you want to ask me something or talk to me – you will call me Mummy. Is that clear baby?”

“Yes… Mummy.” It was difficult to call Jan ‘Mummy’ – we had known one another for so long and the term seemed alien to me. Mistress would have felt easier….

“That’s a good boy. Soon it’ll seem very natural… trust me.”

I stood stock still, beginning to feel more than slightly foolish; wondering why I was standing in the middle of the garden. Jan walked towards me - alternately looking directly at me and then at the countryside surrounding us.

“Do you know why I’ve got you here Paul?”

I didn’t know whether she meant at the cottage or in the garden!

“Erm….”

“Oh don’t open your mouth if ‘Erm...’ is the best response you can offer... Do you know why I’ve got you here?”

I decided that the best answer would probably be “No.”

She turned and glared at me.

“No – Mummy.”

“I’ve got you here because I want to see how submissive you really are. If we really are going to be together for a long time… I have to be sure that you are the type of person I want to be around. I want you to be mine – totally. Do you think you can be that?”

The question took me by surprise.

“I … er….”

“Oh do be quiet…. I’m going to ask you to do lots of things this week that you haven’t done before and I want to see if you’ll do them. It’s very simple….“ She walked slowly around me as she spoke. After a few seconds silence she was at my side, pressing against me – her hair touching the side of my face.”

“You’re not coming back into the house until I have seen you wet your pants.” As she said it she turned and walked a few steps away from me. As she turned back towards me she tossed her hair to one side as a breeze caught it. She looked at me questioningly.

“Can you do that simple thing for me Paul? Can you? Can you piss your pants like a baby on the command of a woman….?”

My thoughts were in turmoil – why did she want me to do this? Of course I had always been submissive towards her but this was, I felt, another level. I couldn’t answer.

As I tried to gather my thoughts she walked back towards the house. “You can stand there until you have an answer. Don’t move. I am locking the door. When you can give me an answer – no matter what it is, I want you to shout for me – shout for ‘Mummy’ and I will come back to find out what you have decided.” At that, she stepped inside and the door closed behind her. The clicking of the lock adding finality to her words.

I looked around as if searching for an answer to the hundreds of questions that seemed to be in my head? “Why? Why now? What next? What if? What if I don’t….?” I saw her figure walk past a window – she didn’t even glance outside.

So what was I to do…? If I gave in too quickly she would know how weak I really was. If I gave in but delayed calling her then she might feel the need to punish me – which I hated. If I refused to wet myself – how long might she leave me outside? I would certainly be punished then. Once again, she held all the ‘cards’… she knew I had no real option. I had to give in and the sooner I did so - the better it would be for me and anyway, it was only a bit of fun… albeit a little kinky and it would all be over in an hour or so… we’d end up in bed making love and then laugh about it afterwards.

I took a look around to make sure that there were no ramblers approaching the house – one look – two looks….. and took a deep breath.

“Mummy?” I half shouted. I looked at the house and searched the windows. No response. “Mummy!!!” Nothing. I gazed at the back door, expecting it to open at any moment. There was no sign of movement anywhere. Where was she? Maybe she had the TV on and expected me to be screaming at the top of my voice to add to the humiliation? “Mumm…..”

“Shhhh!” the soothing noise came from behind me. I jumped with shock. I had not heard her approaching across the grass from behind.

I relaxed as I saw that it was a smiling Jan who was standing beside me. She reached out and touched my face. “It’s alright baby. Mummy’s here…. What’s the matter? Do you need a wee wee?”

I nodded my submission and was rewarded with a “Good boy….”

She walked around in front of me, her gaze holding my eyes to hers.

“Go on then – do a wee wee in your pants for me. Let’s see you do it for me.”

I took a breath and began to force myself to urinate. A few seconds passed as the pressure built up until finally I felt a release of warm urine leaving my body and running into my trousers and then down the leg. Once I had begun it was hard to stop. The cloth of my jeans was soon saturated and the urine began pooling at my feet as it trickled over my shoes.

I raised my head to look at Jan and she was wide eyed. Open mouthed. I think even she was surprised at how I had submitted to her wish so readily. Her open mouthed expression soon turned into a broad smile and then barely concealed laughter as she walked towards me.

She looked at me and saw my groin was completely drenched and both legs of my jeans were wringing wet.

She stood in front of me. I watched as her tongue moved over her teeth. She looked so sexy to me at that moment. I knew I had done the right thing by submitting to her once again.

“Oh dear… oh dear…. What have you done?... “ she paused “It looks like you’ve wet yourself doesn’t it?... But that’s what little babies do Paul. Little baby Paul….? Is that you hmmm? Little tiny baby Paul? I think it must be…. Because you are very, very wet indeed.” Her tone was changing. She was beginning to sound as if she was gently scolding a very small child who hadn’t quite got the hang of potty training. “We’d better get you inside hadn’t we? Get these nasty wet clothes off you before you catch a cold! We wouldn’t want that now would we? No… we wouldn’t!” and she shook her head almost theatrically to emphasise her point. “Come on…” and she held her hand out to me. I instinctively took it.

She led me into the house and up the stairs. Each step felt uncomfortable as the wetness began to cool around my legs. I made to go into the bedroom but Jan guided me towards the bathroom. “I think it is better that we take your clothes off in here don’t you and then you can have a nice bath while I go and get some other clothes ready for you.” She said kindly.

She turned the taps on and the bath began to fill as I started to undress myself. Jan was right. I looked a mess. My shirt was stained red from the sauce; I was still wearing a sodden bib around my neck and the humiliation returned as I reached back to release the Velcro… the tearing sound as it unfastened an audible reminder of my submission. “Just put everything on the floor baby … I’ll get them later.”

Soon everything was piled up and the bath was ready. I climbed in, the warm water feeling very welcome.

“You have a soak there for 10 minutes. Give yourself a good wash. I’m just going to sort a few things out. Give me a shout when you are ready to come out!”

She closed the door gently behind her and I heard her footsteps receding.

I lay back and tried to take stock of what had happened in the last few hours. Although it had felt humiliating, I had been very excited by everything which Jan had done to me. Even the way she had spoken to me as if I was a kid! I smiled and chuckled quietly to myself. I pictured getting out of the bath and going into the bedroom where Jan would be waiting for me and we would make love. A great ending to the first day of the holiday….

“Are you finished?” The sound of Jan’s voice and the knock on the door snapped me from my thoughts. “Er…. Yeah! Just coming!” I climbed out of the bath as Jan came in.

“Nice bath?” she asked.

“Yeah – very nice. Good to feel clean again after the mess I was in earlier on!”

“Oh don’t worry about that. That’s fine.”

I leaned across to kiss her and she turned her head slightly – offering me her cheek rather than her lips. I pecked her cheek but wondered why she had turned away. “That’s lovely. Good boy.” There was that tone again. “Do you need a hand getting dried?” she asked and without waiting for a reply, reached over and tugged the towel from me and began to briskly rub me dry. I have to say I quite enjoyed it!

“Right! Come on then… Let’s go and get you into something dry.” She seemed to take a deep breath as she said it… I was soon to discover why.

She opened the bathroom door and once we were both on the landing, she surprised me by turning and locking the bathroom door. She saw my puzzled look and said that the door tended to blow open from time to time so she was locking it.

“In you go then…” she gestured towards the bedroom. I walked in and looked around. Suddenly I saw a small pile of clothes on the bed which didn’t look like anything I had brought with me. They looked like oversized baby clothes – and on the top of the pile was a large disposable nappy and plastic pants. I turned to Jan and saw her leaning back against the bedroom door… observing my reaction.

“What’s this?” I asked nervously.

“”They’re some of your new clothes for this week Paul.”

“What do you mean?” I could feel my voice wavering with nervousness.

“I mean that while we are away this week, I want you to be my little baby. You’ve often told me how you like me to be in charge. Now we’ll see how you cope with me being in total charge of you. In every way.”

“I…. I…. don’t….” I stuttered.

“Well Paul you see – there isn’t much choice. I’ve hidden all of your clothes; your wallet; your car keys; your mobile phone; your cash. So… unless you wear the clothes I put on you then you’re going to be quite cold aren’t you? And… unless you eat the food that I give you – you’re going to be quite hungry too! You decide.”

I picked up the pile of clothes and impatiently spread them out on the bed. There was a large pale blue suit, like a babygro - which fastened between the legs and down the sides. It was made from a sort of towelling material. There was a pair of woollen mittens with white ribbon threaded through at the wrists Another bib (this time with ‘Baby’ embroidered into it)… and of course the nappy and pants.

My mind raced at what options I really did have. There didn’t seem to be many available to me. I looked pleadingly at Jan and she just smiled and looked at me from the top of her eyes. She knew there was no choice for me. She had planned this thoroughly.

“All week?” I queried.

“All week….” She replied quietly. “24 / 7… Day and Night.”

I sighed… beaten. “Well, I suppose I’ll wear the suit – just to keep warm! But I’m not wearing a nappy.”

“That’s a pity!” Jan teased. “All the bathroom doors are locked and I have the keys. I wonder how you are going to go to the toilet?” She paused to let her words sink in. “When you are nappied, then you needn’t worry at all. I will change you when you are wet… or messy. Think what a lovely easy and restful week you’re going to have! You did say you needed a rest and we thought this would be perfect.”

“We?” I gasped.

“Oh yes. I meant to tell you later but you might as well know now. Jill and I were the ones who really wanted the holiday and thought it might be fun to have a baby around. You seemed the perfect candidate! I’ve told my sister about how you are submissive to me and she came up with the idea of turning you into a baby for a week.”

I was struggling to take this all in.

“Oh don’t worry sweetheart. We’re not going to hurt you. You’re going to become a baby all over again and we’re going to look after you – just as if you were two or three months old…. And, who knows, we might enjoy having a little baby around all the time so you might be a baby after the holiday too! Won’t that be lovely? Perhaps we’ll have a nursery at home for you?” She began to laugh at the thought.

“Come on… lie on the bed and I’ll get you dressed before Jill gets here in an hour or so.”

She eased me back onto the bed and pushed me gently flat.

The world seemed to be spinning in my mind as I watched her rubbing a white cream onto my bottom; followed by baby oil and then powder. There was nothing I could do. I had to submit.

Jan smiled down at me – occasionally wrinkling her nose and smiling at me. As she stood beside me she picked up the nappy and shook it open. I had never seen a nappy that large before. She bent down to me and said “You know what wearing this nappy means don’t you Paul? It means that you are my little baby. My plaything - and I can do this to you whenever I want to. I can do it here; I can do it at home… I can do it anywhere I choose… because I am in charge of you from this moment on.”

The nappy was placed under my bottom and quickly fastened. I was surprised at how comfortable it felt. There was a feeling of security and warmth. The plastic pants soon followed; their crinkling sound strangely familiar.

“What a good boy you are….! Isn’t that nice?”

I nodded weakly and, as I did so, she held up a dummy in front of my face. This was slightly larger than a normal baby dummy and I watched mesmerised as Jan took the teat into her mouth and moistened it. Her eyes never leaving mine… she knew I was enslaved. She removed it and, reaching down, brought it to my lips. “Open…!”

I obeyed without question. The teat slid into my mouth and my lips closed around it. I wanted to suck on it. I knew it would please Jan. She smiled with ill disguised satisfaction.

“Now – let’s get this on you…” She lifted the suit and began to unbutton the poppers on the leg. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. My eyes widened in horror. “Oh don’t worry baby!!! There’s nothing for a baby to worry about! That’s just Aunty Jill! She’s come to spend the week with us. Mummy; Aunty Jill and Baby Paul….”

She turned and called from the window – “Hi Jill! I’m upstairs just getting the baby dressed for bedtime. Come on up!”

I lay back as Jan turned back to me… her smile as broad as I had ever seen.

---

Dog Day

I woke in a daze as I turned over and rolled onto my sleeping partner.

Luckily Teddy didn't wake up so I gave him a cuddle instead.

As usual, I had managed to kick off the blanket that Mummy puts over me when it's time to go 'night night'. I was though, still toasty warm in my sleepsuit.

I stretched my arms and legs in an effort to wake up and as I did so, I felt the weight of my very wet nappy pressing onto me - the extra bulk, caused by my wetting, pushing my legs apart even more. That bulk gives me an extra feeling of security now. Knowing I am still nappied. Still in Mummy's full control.

I began to squirm a little, searching for a more comfortable position to lie in. Sitting is not an option open to me as a newborn - even rolling over is one of my 'high end skills'. If I ever sat up without Mummy there to support me, I know I would be punished.

As I looked upwards at the cot mobile swaying gently over my head, I saw the door of the nursery slowly swing open. My face instantly went into a smile as my gorgeous Mummy peeped around the door.

"Peep Oh! Peep Oh!" she smiled and entered the room. “I saw my baby waking up on the monitor! Have you had a lovely sleep sweetheart?” she cooed.

She approached the cot and reached down to straighten the cover. She smiled at me warmly, reaching down to stroke my hands - at the same time checking that my hands were still securely enclosed in the very thick 'scratch mittens' she had put on me at 7:00 pm (my bedtime) last night. These had been new to me. The palms of the mittens had a firm ball of cloth stitched into them - making it absolutely impossible for me to grasp anything at all. At the wrist, where normally there would be soft elastic, there was a Velcro strap which was locked into place with a small padlock.

Mummy patted my hands through the mittens - satisfied to see that I had had no access to my hands during the night and had been helpless to do anything for myself, as she had intended.

Mummy dropped the cot side and moved me onto my changing mat, humming to herself... Pulling funny faces to keep me happy; blowing on my tummy making funny noises.

"We're going out today for din-dins! One of Mummy's friends has invited me for lunch...but not baby..." she said as she continued to change my soaking wet nappy. I didn't understand and Mummy read the puzzlement in my face. "Oh don't worry! You're still coming with me! But not as Mummy’s baby boy…”

I gulped in amazement? Was I to be allowed to be a grown up – to accompany Mummy as an adult instead of an infant or toddler… well, clearly that was a silly idea.

Mummy began to get me ready by putting two nappies onto me and then thick rubber pants - which were noisier than the plastics I usually wore. It was, as I knew deep inside, obvious that I was always to be in nappies – Mummy had promised me that. Always in nappies.

She unlocked the mittens and placed them to one side. Instructing me to "Stay there.." she picked up an all white onesie I hadn't seen before. As she held it up, prior to gathering the material to the neck, I saw that this onesie had a ‘tail’ stitched onto the back of it. Around 18 inches long, it hung below the very bottom of the onesie. Like a dog tail….

Mummy saw my realisation and laughed. "Yes! You're my baby puppy today aren't you eh? As your Mummy and owner, I can choose what I want you to be and today you're my puppy...but you're still in nappies because you're still a baby! Isn't that funny?" I squirmed with a mixture of excitement and nervousness as she giggled at the thought.

Mummy quickly put the onesie on me, counting the snaps as she closed them over my thickly nappied backside. She smiled as she admired how I looked. "Just another couple of things and then we can go. Onto the floor puppy!" I climbed onto the floor and felt the tail brush my inner thighs as I went onto all fours in front of her.

Some baggy jogging trousers were soon pulled over my legs and soft shoes placed on my feet.

I gazed lovingly at her as she picked up my puppy collar - with the silver name tag in the shape of a dog bone. Etched into it - my name - 'Baby'.

She knelt in front of me, inspecting the collar. I didn't know whether to look at her or look at the collar - the significance of which I knew only too well.

Mummy stroked the black leather...turning it in her hand making the buckles and fastenings clink together...an erotic trigger for me, as Mummy knows. She smiled at my uncertainty of where to look and chuckled quietly to herself.

"Look at me Baby." she paused. "You know what this collar means don't you?" I bowed my head in submission. Her hand grabbed my chin and yanked my head upwards. "I told you to look at me! Do as you are told!" and, she slapped me hard across the face. I winced and closed my eyes for a second. I looked at her once more, her disapproval shining from her eyes. I hate myself when I displease her.

"I said..." she was speaking slowly - as if to a particularly stupid child, "...you know what this collar means don't you?"

I nodded.

"It means that I own you. I am your owner. For the rest of your life...I ...own...you. You are mine to do with as I please. You are an object for my amusement and pleasure. This collar is a visible symbol of your submission to me. Others will see it and know that you are owned by me. Ladies will ask to see what name is on your collar. How they will laugh when they see 'Baby'!"

She paused to let her words sink in.

"Time for your collar baby."

I knew to bend my head forward as Mummy looped the wide dog collar around my neck and fastened it. She ran her fingers around it, making sure it was not too tight.

"I think we'll lock that on too." The sharp click of the padlock completed, Mummy picked up my puppy mittens. Made of soft leather, I had to make fists with my hands to insert them. Once again, locks were put in place and I now effectively had paws - not hands.

Mummy stepped back and looked at me. Her smile broadened as she walked around me.

"Stand!" she commanded.

I knew the 'stand' command was to get onto all fours. Paws on the floor.

"Good boy!" Mummy praised as she walked past me, ruffling my hair. "Good dog...!" Her words of praise weakened me yet strengthened my resolve to do anything and everything to please her.

She reached into a small plastic bag and came back towards me. She held out her hand to my face, holding something between her fingers. I didn't know what.

"Sniff it puppy!"

I inhaled several times- attempting to mimic the enthusiastic curiosity of a puppy.

I sniffed for a few seconds before Mummy moved it to my mouth and applied pressure - making me open my mouth to accept it.

"Groodles. Puppy groodles! You will learn to like them and beg me for them in the future. Perhaps I’ll mix some in with your doggy dinners?" Mummy laughed at the thought.

I began to chew on the small, hard biscuit. The taste was quite strong but this had been given by Mummy so it had to be eaten. Mummy watched as I swallowed my doggy treat.

"Hmmm...you seem to like them! Good! I'll take some to Gemima's..."

Gemima's? This was the first time I realised who Mummy's friend for lunch was to be.

I stood quietly, my eyes following Mummy closely as she lifted my leash down from it's hook.

"Come here puppy!"

I scampered across the floor to her, sitting at her feet, gazing upwards waiting for the next command.

She reached down and clipped the leash to my collar. She looped the leash around in her hand and said "Open!" I opened my mouth and she laid the loops into my mouth. "Hold.....!" I gently closed my mouth around the leather strap as Mummy checked her hair in the mirror.

She glanced at me sitting obediently, trying not to drool onto the leather. Mummy wrinkled her nose affectionately at me. Each tiny interaction reinforcing my devotion and submission to her.

She walked back towards me… stopped in front of me and held out both hands in front of my face.

"Leeave!"

I opened my mouth instantly and placed the leash in her hands. She shook it to its fullest extent and pulled it slightly demanding my full attention.

"Now then... You will have to walk like a big boy to the car and also into Gemima's home but that will be all. For the rest of the time you will stay where puppies and babies belong. On the floor. I want to be proud of you today and you will be punished if I am not."

She smiled, stroked my cheek and, opening the door cheerfully said, "Come on Baby! Walkies!"

***

The firm tug on the leash encouraged me to walk behind her to the car. Mummy's demeanour and bearing gave the impression that this was the most natural thing in the world.

"If anyone comments then I will say we are going to a Fancy Dress party. Clearly you are my pet and I am your owner. What could be more natural?” She smiled with contentment as she pressed the remote control on the car key fob to unlock the door.

The thought had crossed my mind, but I was still surprised when Mummy opened the rear hatch of the car, clicked her finger and thumb and gave the command "In!"

I climbed awkwardly into the space behind the back seats...divided from the cabin by a mesh dog guard. I felt a wave of humiliation hit me. I looked pleadingly at Mummy, hoping she would allow me to sit in the car properly. She knew instantly what I was trying to convey, but was having none of it. "Lie down!". She illustrated her command by gently patting the floor of the car. I shuffled round - quickly finding a comfortable position. "Good puppy!" she praised me and patted my thickly nappied bottom.

She dropped my leash onto the floor and, just as she was about to close the hatch door, reached into a bag and took out a handful of dark brown dog treats - 'Groodles' - and dropped them unceremoniously onto the rubberised carpet on which I lay. "You can eat those on the journey." She slammed the rear hatch and, smiling as she turned away, drummed her fingers along the window, knowing I would follow her every movement and sound.

I crouched down, wanting to keep a low profile during the drive. I began to count the small brown treats as the car pulled away. There were around a dozen scattered in front of me. I realised that my hands, inside the paw mittens, would be useless to me if I had hoped to collect them up before eating them. I could only lean forward, lower my mouth to the rubber mat and gather each one into my mouth, move it to the rear of my mouth and bite down hard on the crisp, strong tasting biscuit. They were very dry and crumbly and occasional crumbs fell from my mouth which I then licked from the floor. I knew that Mummy would not be pleased to find crumbs in the back of the car.

The journey was relatively short and I was pleased that I had managed to eat all of the dog treats before we arrived. I hoped Mummy would be pleased with me.

Keeping my body low in the car, I heard and felt Mummy's door close and watched as she came into view. A feeling of excitement and pleasure ran through me. I understood the feeling of delight a dog feels when its Mistress returns into view. She smiled at me through the rear window... tapping on it gently with her nails. My instinct was to raise my mouth to her hand and lick it but the glass prevented that.

A loud click and the hatch lifted slightly. I was eager to climb out and be with Mummy but she held the hatch almost shut. I looked at her pleadingly - wanting it to be opened fully. The command "Stay!" was all that was needed. I calmed myself and sat motionless. Satisfied that I would not climb out before she was ready for me, the door was then raised slowly. The command "Stay.... Stay...." repeated softly as she leaned towards me and gathered my leash in her hand.

Mummy looked around her and smartly tugged the leash. "Out you come then!" she said in an excited voice.

I climbed out and stood beside her as the car was locked. The dog leash hanging clearly from my collar.

There were no words as she led me to the door of the smart house. I was her pet. As we approached the door it swung open and I saw Lady Gemima for the first time. I consciously did not stare as that would have appeared rude - but I could see that she was a very attractive young lady, smiling in welcome at Mummy.

Mummy and Gemima greeted one another warmly. Gemima gave me a glance up and down and began to guide Mummy into the living room. The door closed behind us and Mummy turned to me. Gazing steadily into my eyes, she unclipped the leash from my collar and placed it at the foot of the stairs. Gemima watched, fascinated by the total control which Mummy was demonstrating.

"Lie down!" she demanded. I lay flat, paws outstretched. "Roll over!" I did as she bade me.

Her smile was my reward. As she removed my shoes and trousers, she said, "He's very well trained. He'll sit at my feet all night and won't move unless I give him permission." Gemima beamed and then began to laugh as Mummy tugged off the trousers I had been wearing.

"Oh bless him...he's got a little puppy tail! How cute!" I flushed red with embarrassment. Mummy joined in with the laughter.

"And that's not all.." she said as she stood up. She reached into her bag and, turning to me snapped "Stand!" I immediately assumed my puppy stance on all fours.

From her bag, Mummy produced a head band... (I think it's called an 'Alice band') - the type usually worn by little girls. Attached to it were two pieces of 'Dalmatian' spotted cloth in the shape of doggy ears. I sighed with the feeling of further humiliation as Mummy patted her thigh "Come here puppy. Puppy come!" I padded towards my mistress, looking up at her.

Smiling at me, she raised her right hand. The silent command for 'Sit!' Obediently I sat and remained still as she placed the head band on me...fussing a little to arrange the ears to her satisfaction.

"There now! You look adorable!" Although I felt embarrassed, I was thrilled that I had pleased Mummy. I glanced across at Gemima and saw her smiling at my obedience.

"Glass of wine?" Gemima asked Mummy.

"Yes please! That would be lovely. Have you got a bowl that I can put some water in for the dog?"

Gemima replied, "Er, yes. I think so..." and opened one of the cupboard doors. A quick 'rummage' turned up a silver coloured bowl. "Will that be alright for him?"

"That will be fine..." Mummy said as she took the bowl from Lady Gemima and filled it with cold water.

Mummy turned to me with that teasing smile I adore and came towards me with the dish. "There we are puppy. A drink for you." At that she placed it on the floor beside me, stood back and folded her arms.

"Drink! Show us how a puppy laps up his water from his bowl."

I lowered my head towards the surface of the water and began to lap at it. The name tag clanked against the side of the metal bowl as my head moved trying to drink.

"I want all of it gone Baby. Every last drop." I set about my task as the ladies went back into the living room with their drinks.

***

The repetitive clanking of the tag of my collar against the dish served to let Mummy and Lady Gemima that I continued to do as I had been bidden. "Every last drop..." had been Mummy's final words and the task of draining the dish became increasingly difficult as the level of water fell. I tilted my head to allow my tongue access to the last few drops. Involuntary, I began to push the dish around the floor in my attempts to consume all of the water. Finally I was able to raise my head to ensure I had done as I had been instructed.

Droplets of water dripped from my mouth and chin as I paused to gather my breath.

"I don't hear the puppy drinking, do you?" I heard Mummy ask Lady Gemima who began laughing.

"No, I think he must have finished his bowl of water." she replied.

"Baby....? Come!" I crawled into the living room, looking to see where my Mistress was seated.

As soon as she saw my wet face she began to laugh. "Oh look at you! Come here!" she said, indicating the floor beside her feet. I scurried to her and sat obediently beside her, searching her face for my next instruction. She stroked my head gently, telling me what a good dog I was. All too soon though the praise stopped and I was commanded to "Lie down...." I curled up beside her feet, lying quietly waiting, keen to obey Mummy's next whim.

I listened as they chatted, looking around the room - excluded from any conversation or indeed any acknowledgement from the ladies of my presence.

Eventually Lady Gemima stood and invited Mummy into the dining room where the meal was to be eaten.

"Heel!" Mummy said as she stood.

She paused momentarily, looking down at me. I positioned myself at her left side, gazing up at her, waiting expectantly. With a barely perceptible pat of her thigh, the command to walk had been given. I kept my face pressed closely to her leg as she walked into the dining room.

"I'll put him under the table if that's OK Gemima?"

"Yes, that's fine." she replied half laughing.

A click of the fingers towards the table was enough. I crawled underneath, the lower edges of the tablecloth brushing against my body as I positioned myself.

Suddenly my view of the world changed. I could see only legs and the lower part of the room. "Lie down..." came the familiar command. I lay down, facing my mistress's chair...waiting for her to be seated for her meal.

Within a minute or two both ladies were seated. Mummy directly in front of me and Lady Gemima to my left.

"Is the puppy hungry?" Lady Gemima enquired.

"Oh, I'll let him have the scraps from my plate when we've finished. He can have this while we're eating."

My ears pricked up at her words and I saw her hand reach into her bag once more. She withdrew a bone shaped dog biscuit and I watched it disappear from sight as she showed Lady Gemima. I heard their mocking laughter as they considered me eating this doggy treat while they ate the succulent smelling dinner which Lady Gemima had prepared.

"Here boy!" Mummy said. I crawled to her side. "What's this then? Is this for you?"

I could see Lady Gemima smiling at me, mocking me gently as I sat waiting to be given my dog biscuit. I craved it at that point. I craved my owner’s attention.

"Watch this..." Mummy said to Lady Gemima. She turned to me, holding the biscuit high above my head. "Beg!"

I instantly sat up straight with my paws brought up under my chin. Moving one hand gently, imploring Mummy to give it to me. Both ladies laughed loudly at my humiliation and my willing acceptance of it. "Give me a paw..! Give Mummy a paw!" I held out my right 'paw' to her which she took and held gently for a second or two before releasing it.

"Aw!" Lady Gemima said. "Bless him! What a good boy he is!" and she laughed once more.

"Other paw!" I repeated my begging action until Mummy was satisfied.

"Alright then. Alright then. Get down..." she pointed at the floor as further instruction.

I resumed my 'sit' position. "Open!" I opened my mouth and the biscuit was placed between my teeth. "Back under the table..." she commanded and I crawled back into my place and began to eat the biscuit as the ladies began their meal.

The bone shaped biscuit was hard and took an effort to break. As it broke, crumbs fell from it, and my mouth, onto the floor. I consciously watched where they landed as leaving crumbs on Lady Gemima's floor would clearly not have been acceptable.

Eventually I finished the biscuit and had licked the crumbs up. However, I continued to scour the floor for crumbs - just in case.

As I lay and listened quietly, the ladies joked and laughed about shared interests and ideas. I watched, transfixed, as Mummy eased off her shoes and, once done, moved her bare feet towards my face and thence towards my mouth. I knew what I had to do and opened wide to accept her beautiful toes into my mouth. I sucked and licked at her feet. My tongue ran along the sole of each foot in turn. Cleaning and worshipping simultaneously. The taste of Mummy's feet excited me once more until she removed them from me and gently pushed me away with her heel...

I felt pressure on my left side as Lady Gemima's feet came into contact with me. I shifted my position to make sure she could sit comfortably.

Mummy looked under the tablecloth at me...wondering why I had moved. Lady Gemima spoke, saying "I think I kicked him as I was moving my feet." I felt relieved that Mummy knew the reason for my movement, for which I had not had her permission.

"Oh that's alright. Just rest your feet on him. He'll stay still now."

I resumed my previous position and felt Lady Gemima place her feet onto my nappied bottom.

"Oh that's nice and soft!" she laughed and continued eating. At the same time, Mummy placed her foot on the back of my head - applying light pressure, forcing my face flat to the floor.

With the right side of my face flat against the floor, Mummy placed both of her feet onto my face - forcing me to maintain my position. I knew that moving a few moments ago had displeased her and this was her way of communicating that displeasure. I also knew that I would be punished further for my naughtiness once we had left.

After a little while, I heard the ladies finishing their meals and drinks. I heard the scraping of plates and remembered Mummy's earlier words and sighed inwardly at what I suspected was imminent and, undisputedly, appropriate.

My eyes searched for clues as to what Mummy was about to do. Both ladies stood up from the table and I raised my head from the floor.

"Baby? Come!" I edged out from under the table and saw Mummy holding the bowl which had earlier contained my water.

"Here you are!" she placed the bowl on the floor and I gazed into it with some trepidation. It contained, as I had suspected, the scraps from the dinner plates. Potato; gravy; scraps of meat; peas; carrots, all thoroughly mixed together. I didn't need to be told. What I had to do was obvious.

Mummy and Lady Gemima towered over me - waiting expectantly.

“There you are baby! There’s your dinner in your bowl. Eat it up!” I felt her foot on the back of my neck, the pressure increasing gently but firmly – pushing my face downwards towards the food.

I dutifully lowered my face into the mushed food. I heard Mummy chuckle as she then bent to stroke and pat my back.... "Good puppy! Good dog... Make it all gone for Mummy." She stood once more, satisfied that I was eating the remnants from their plates.

Both ladies turned and strode into the living room as my name tag began once more to announce my total acceptance and devotion to my wonderful Mummy, Mistress and owner.

---

A Visit to Auntie Lori’s

"Lori! Lovely to hear from you! How are you today?" At the sound of Mummy's voice, I instinctively turned towards her. I was on my back on the play mat while Mummy was relaxing after feeding and dressing me. The telephone had rung and Mummy had answered it. As she chatted she continued to watch me and smile at me... occasionally blowing air kisses to keep my attention on her.

"Yes. I'm fine too. Busy with the baby of course but fine. I've just fed him and got him changed and dressed... yes, he's playing here on his mat.... Well, I think we're just going to have a quiet day today. I might take him out later depending on how tired he is. I'm taking the dog for a walk soon so the baby will probably fall asleep as soon as we get back!" she laughed to herself.

She listened as Lori spoke. "Yes! That would be perfect! You haven't seen the baby yet so that would be fine! Shall we say around 11 ish? I'll need to get his bag and things sorted out but we'll be there later. Lovely. See you later then. Bye!"

She placed the phone beside her on the arm of the chair and leaned forward - almost over me. Her hand reached over and rubbed my tummy.

"Mummy and baby are going to go and see Auntie Lori today. I've told her all about you and she's looking forward to seeing you." Mummy sensed my reticence from the look in my eyes. She smiled and reassured me. "You don't have to do anything baby. Don't worry. Mummy will make sure you look gorgeous in a lovely new baby onesie. Auntie Lori will think you're just such a cutie!" and she laughed at the thought.

I watched from my prone position as she stood up. "Stay there baby. Mummy is just here." She took her coffee cup back to the kitchen, replacing it neatly on an immaculately clean bench top.

She turned, smiling down at me and picked up the telephone once more. Mummy dialled a number with the thumb of one hand, simultaneously picking up a baby toy and putting it into my hand, encouraging me to continue playing.

"Gwendoline? I'm going to take the baby out this morning. Collect us at 10:30 prompt. I'll have a couple of bags with things for the baby so do make sure there is enough room!" She paused and listened. I could faintly hear Mummy's maid’s voice but could not make out any other word apart from 'Mistress' punctuating the end of each sentence.

"I'll see you shortly then. Goodbye" Mummy put the phone down and turned to me. Looking down as I played for her.

"What shall I put you in then eh?" she teased. "You've got to look your best for Auntie Lori haven’t you? A pretty newborn summer dress? There's a lovely one in white with little pink rabbits on it that would be just right if we were to sit in the garden...and it has a matching sun hat too!" She saw the look of concern on my face and laughed. "Oh don't be upset darling! Mummy won't put you into that straight away but I’ll have to have a change of clothing for you in case you make a mess! Now, Mummy is going to get a clean suit for you. Does Mummy need to fasten baby's pandies and tootsies then?" She looked questioningly at me. After a moment's thought she simply moved closer to me and rubbed her nose against mine. "No I don't do I? You know now that you just have to lie there like a good boy." She kissed my cheek and went to the wardrobe which held all of my clothes. I lay quietly - anticipating what the next few hours might hold.

I didn't have to wait long as Mummy returned with a baby blue onesie decorated with white baby toys. It had a white 'Peter Pan' collar and poppers across the shoulders - in the same style as newborn clothing. "This should be just the thing!, Mummy said as she undressed and then redressed me.

As we were to be going outside, Mummy put a pair of elasticated trousers on me. "Don't worry! Mummy will take them off when we get to Auntie Lori's. I know you want her to see your lovely baby clothes..." I cringed with embarrassment but it was heavily tinged with excitement at the thought of another lady cooing over me and laughing at my clothing and state of regression.

"Now then... What else?" she looked around her. Picking up the baby bag she looked through it's contents, checking them to herself. "Bottles of milk; juice; four jars of food... Bibs.. spare dummy. Nappies; pants; rattle; toys; teething ring; bonnet and, of course, restraints!" She laughed to herself as she zipped the bag shut. "I don't know! The amount of things a Mummy has to think of! A baby just doesn't know!"

I watched as she brushed her hair and checked her make up. Even in my baby state I knew I was in the presence of rare beauty. Beautiful in all ways.

The door bell rang suddenly. The gentle vibration fading as the bell ceased to swing. Mummy paused...rechecking her appearance ...and went to the door.

As she opened it I saw Mummy's maid, Gwendoline waiting for permission to enter.

"Oh, it's you! Not before time. Go and wait in the car Make sure there is nothing on the back seat. And put this in the back window." She passed her maid a pale blue 'Baby on Board' sign. "I'll just finish getting the baby ready and will be there in a moment.”

"Yes Mistress." Gwen responded and turned on her heels. Mummy closed the door firmly and turned to me. "Right! Let's get your reins on and then Mummy will get you into the car!"

I turned and looked wide eyed at Mummy, stunned at the idea of being put into baby reins and taken outside. My shocked expression was to no avail. She simply laughed and teased me saying "Oh you really are a silly little baby aren't you? You think the whole world will be looking at you on your reins being held safe by Mummy. You have to have your reins on because Mummy is taking you outside and you are too young to be just holding Mummy's hand...and that's that."

She knelt beside me and began to ease my arms into the leather harness. The piece of lemon leather across my chest proclaiming 'Baby' to all. The straps were pulled tight and my wrists fastened into the cuffs on the front of the reins. "To stop my baby from fidgeting!"

Within seconds the walking rein was clipped to the harness and Mummy encouraged me to stand. She looked me up and down and checked that my face was clean with a final rub. Clasping the reins in one hand, she lifted the bag containing all of the baby items over her shoulder and tugged me firmly towards the door.

***

Mummy opened the door and gently tugged on the baby reins indicating it was time to go.

I must have looked nervous as Mummy paused for a moment and studied me.

"You are going to do this col-col. You don't have a choice. Stop fussing so much!" She said with a slight edge of impatience.

She picked up a small, furry bunny rabbit toy - a pram toy really - and gave it to me. "Here. Cuddle that. It'll make you feel better" she said, almost dismissively - more focussed on making sure everything was in order for the trip than to pander to her silly, fussing baby at that moment.

I clutched the soft toy to me and stepped cautiously through the open door into the sunny front garden.

"That's a good boy. Now stand still for Mummy while I lock the door." I stood, as if frozen to the spot...as if standing still would render me invisible. I quickly scanned my surroundings - sure in my own mind that I was being watched by at least 100 people...all laughing at the baby reins I was wearing and which Mummy was still gripping tightly.

"Come on then sweetheart. Time to go in the brum-brum!" I squeezed the fabric rabbit and gingerly began walking in front of Mummy towards the car. I was aware of the slight strain on the reins which Mummy was applying to ensure I did not get too far ahead.

"Stay close col-col. Don't try and run ahead - there are cars on the road. Gwen? Open the door and help me get the baby into the back seat."

As we approached the car I could see sunshields on both rear side windows. Both were printed with bright, colourful images of Winnie the Pooh characters. As Gwen opened the passenger side rear door I saw a baby mobile stuck to the window, little gaily coloured animals swinging freely from it. The pale blue 'Baby On Board' sign now adhered to the rear window.

"In you go little one!" Mummy said. I clambered onto the back seat and Mummy climbed in beside me. I was sitting behind Gwen, expecting that I would be fastened in with a seat belt at any moment.

I sat waiting quietly, studying the leather harness across my chest as Mummy organised her bags. I watched as the baby bag was placed on the floor between the two front seats. I noticed that Gwen was still outside of the car - clearly more aware of Mummy's plans than I was.

Once Mummy was settled, she patted her lap and said, "Come on baby. Come to Mummy and then I can nurse you on the journey." I looked at her disbelievingly, but it was clear that this was no idle instruction. I manoeuvred my body around so that my head was cradled in her left arm. Gwen passed Mummy a small pillow which she positioned under her arm for additional support.

Mummy tapped my legs and thighs to indicate that I needed to curl up to her more. As I did so, Mummy smiled at my obedience and patted my nappied bottom gently by way of congratulations and reward - checking automatically that the elastic leggings of the pants were sealing the nappy effectively.

Gwen leaned over and reached around Mummy and I, pulling the seat belt around my back and clipping it into the seat belt socket.

"There now! Baby is strapped to Mummy! Isn't that lovely?" Her soft voice resounded in my ear as I rested on her chest, the warmth of her clothing and softness of her body calming and exciting me simultaneously.

Gwen placed the bag of baby things on the seat behind my thighs - within easy reach of Mummy.

I gazed lovingly at my Mummy. She was the absolute centre of my world. She smiled at me and crinkled her nose to make me smile. It was easy to return her smile. I was blissfully happy in her arms.

"Who's Mummy's good boy then? Who's Mummy's best little boy then?" she rubbed my tummy gently as she spoke.

The car door closed firmly, setting off movement in the mobile which swung slightly above my head. Instinctively, my head turned towards it, much to Mummy's amusement. She laughed at my automatic response and reached across with her free hand to jiggle it once more.

"Oh Gwen! You should see col-col's face! He's just seen the little animals on his mobile! I think he likes it!" she chuckled.

"Oh I am glad Mistress. Perhaps it might keep him happy during the journey...or send him to sleep?"

"Oh I'll keep him happy. I've got some bottles here and his dummy. We'll see how he goes. He seems quite happy at the moment... Do you know how to get to Lady Lori's Gwendoline?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Very well then. Off we go."

Gwen started the car and Mummy looked down at me, widening her eyes in mock excitement.

"Oooh! Isn't this an adventure baby? Going out in the car with Mummy and Auntie Gwen? You look gorgeous in your new baby outfit! Auntie Lori is really looking forward to seeing you!"

As the car began to move, Mummy squeezed me to her and gently stroked the side of my face, encouraging me to relax more. My eyes were transfixed on Mummy's face. Less than twelve inches away I did not want to look at anything else. Occasionally I was aware of the baby mobile swinging in my peripheral vision but my focus was on my beautiful Mummy.

She regularly looked down at me and smiled...accompanied by a gentle patting of my thickly padded bottom... I cuddled into her allowing the full weight of my head to be supported by her arm and the pillow beneath it.

The journey progressed and I had no real idea of time or where we were - even the childish comment of "Are we there yet?" was denied me.

"How long before we arrive Gwendoline?" Mummy asked.

"I would say around twenty minutes Mistress."

"Good. That will give me time to give him a feed before we get there."

Mummy began to rummage briefly in the baby bag and quickly brought out a bottle full of what I knew was baby milk. She held it in front of me and shook it gently.

"What has Mummy got for you then? What is it eh?" she teased me in her ‘Mummy voice’. She removed the protective cover from the teat and tilted it towards my mouth. I opened my lips immediately, thirsty now for the taste of the milk and the reassuring sensation of the nipple on my eager tongue.

I quickly fell into sucking the milk. It was only slightly warm unlike my usual feeds which were usually straight from the bottle warmer.

Mummy cooed encouragement as the level of milk diminished quickly. "Is that nice den?" Her eyebrows raised in question. "Yes it is...oh yes it is!" she laughed to herself. "He's being very good Gwendoline! Taking the whole bottle! He'll need changing when we're at Lori's house. While the baby and I are inside, I want you to get some shopping for me. I have written a list and I will give it to you when we reach Lori's. It's mainly things for the baby but I've added a few things for our evening meal. Col-col will just have milky bottles tonight. I have some jars of food for this afternoon's teatime."

Mummy's attention was suddenly drawn to the noise of air being drawn into the bottle as I finished the feed.

"What a good boy! All gone!" she said as she placed the empty bottle on the seat beside her. My eyes felt a little heavy - being bottle fed makes me sleepy - and my eyelids began to droop. Mummy patted me gently and eased a dummy teat between my lips, pressing it into my mouth to make sure I was sucking it sufficiently securely.

"Only another few minutes before we get to Auntie Lori's house col-col! Stay awake... Mummy might let you have a little baby nap when we get there. We'll see."

It wasn't long before I heard Gwen's voice saying, "Here we are Mistress. Lady Lori's home."

The car pulled gently to the kerb and Gwen switched off the engine...

***

As the car slowed to a stop and I heard the engine being switched off, I looked anxiously up at Mummy. I felt nervous at the idea of getting out of the car. Nervous at the idea of walking to the front door - and even more anxious about meeting 'Auntie Lori'. To Mummy she was 'Lori'. To Gwen she was 'Lady Lori'. I was to refer to her, at all times as 'Auntie'...not even allowed to use her first name. (If I was allowed to utter anything other than baby noises.)

"Now then sweetheart. You've been a very good little boy to have your bottle nicely and stay still for Mummy. Mummy wants you to be the bestest little baby you can be for me during our visit. Do you understand?"

Mummy knew that I understood completely and she looked towards Gwen.

"Gwendoline? Come and open the door so I can get the baby out."

"Yes Mistress!" Gwen responded and hurriedly came to open the door.

I felt Mummy reach around me and unclip the seat belt. As the tension slackened I felt my body fall back a little, unaware of how much of my weight had been supported by it and Mummy.

"Oops! Don't fall onto the floor baby! Mummy will never find you if you roll under the seat!" she laughed and pulled me to her once more. She patted my bottom to reassure me.

"Come on then. Upsie baby! Sit up for Mummy."

I raised myself upwards and turned in the seat, suddenly conscious that I was visible to any passers by that there may have been. Mummy busied herself for a few seconds fastening the baby bag, making sure she had everything she needed for our visit.

"There we are! Now you stay there until Mummy is ready to get you out."

She turned to Gwen and passed her the bags. Climbing elegantly from the car she casually said, "Don't worry baby. Mummy is just here. Mummy won't leave you!" She turned and crouched into the car, leaning in slightly to gather the strap of the baby reins in her hand. "Come on then. Out you come! Come to Mummy." she gently teased, extending her arms towards me. There was no allowance for the fact that others may have been around. She spoke loudly and clearly in exactly the same way that she would speak to an infant.

I shuffled my padded bottom along the back seat and swung my legs out of the car. Expertly, Mummy maintained a slight pulling on the reins - simultaneously guiding me and reminding me of my infantile status.

Soon, I stood beside her on the pavement once again feeling like the centre of attention for the residents. There was however, no one around apart from a middle aged woman in her garden around 50 yards away. She gave us the merest of glances before returning to her gardening.

"Let me see you." Mummy said. I promptly turned towards her and she smiled. Her obvious satisfaction and pleasure at my obedience reassured me. Pausing for a second, she inspected me and stroked my face gently, rubbing away the last vestiges of formula from the side of my mouth. No comment was needed or was necessary.

With a firm, and constant tug, Mummy guided me towards the front door of the house. As I walked I was extremely conscious of the bulk of the nappy forcing me to waddle. There was, of course, nothing I could do. Upon reaching the door, Mummy rang the doorbell and stepped backwards. She looked at me and grinned.

"Stand up straight col-col. Like my little soldier!" I pushed my shoulders back and lifted my head obediently. As I did so, I could feel the leather straps over my shoulders dig gently into my skin - reminding me (as if it were needed) of Mummy's total control over me. Mummy smiled once more.

Seconds, which seemed like minutes, passed until the indistinct shape of a woman's figure appeared behind the heavily frosted glass of the front door. I gulped.

The door opened and a beautiful young woman stood smiling warmly at Mummy.

"Hi! Glad you could make it! Come on in..."

A gentle tug on my reins indicated that I should go in first. As I did so Auntie Lori smiled broadly...seeming to find it difficult to suppress her laughter.

"Hello baby!" she said. She put her index finger into one of my still restrained hands and wiggled it - greeting me overly enthusiastically like an infant. My fingers closed automatically around her outstretched digit. She shook her finger once more and giggled. She turned to Mummy and said, "Oh, he's so adorable and I love how you've got him in reins! They should all be like that shouldn't they? It would keep them out of mischief!"

Auntie Lori turned back to me, noticing the small, soft rabbit toy I clutched in my other hand. "Who is this baby?" She gripped it lightly between finger and thumb and jiggled it, encouraging me to look downwards at the rabbit toy. "Is this your bunny rabbit then? Is this your little friend?" she teased.

"Oh he started to fuss before we left home and I couldn't find his sucky blankie. Thankfully he settled once he'd got his bunny rabbit." Mummy laughed.

"I'll hang your coat up," she said to Mummy, "and then we'll go through to the living room.

Mummy removed her jacket and handed it to Auntie Lori. Gwen was standing just outside of the doorway holding the bags. "Put them inside the door Gwendoline and get yourself off to the shops. Be back here in two hours."

"Yes mistress." Gwen responded, bowing her head a little in due deference.

Gwen turned and walked off down the path as Auntie Lori closed the door. Mummy turned to me and unfastened my wrists from the restraints. As she was doing that she chatted to Auntie Lori about me as if I wasn't there - belittling me further.

"He's been a very good boy today. He's just had a feed so he'll probably be a little sleepy. I think though we'll keep him awake as long as we can. I'd like to put him down early tonight as Gwendoline is making a special meal this evening so I'd really like the baby bathed, dressed and fed and into his cot by seven at the latest. I think it's crucial that they have a set bedtime at this age."

As the last buckle was unfastened Mummy pointed at the floor, clicked her fingers and commanded "Onto the floor baby! Where you belong. Let Auntie Lori see how well your crawling is coming along."

I dropped down onto all fours and heard amused giggling from both ladies.

Auntie Lori invited Mummy to follow her into the living room. I watched as they turned away from me for a moment. Mummy glanced backwards towards me. "Follow Mummy's heels col-col. Follow Mummy."

Obediently, I crawled behind Mummy as she walked slowly into the living room. The living room carpet felt soft under my hands and knees.

"Oh that's perfect!" I heard Mummy exclaim and then chuckle to herself. I glanced upwards to see what had prompted her comment and amusement and my heart sank a little when I saw a baby's playpen set up at the far end of the room.

It was a circular 'lobster pot' type playpen with mesh sides and padded rail around the top. I could clearly see several brightly coloured baby toys inside it.

"I saw it advertised the other day in the free paper - complete with a bag of toys... it was a bargain and I just thought it might be fun to have...particularly as I hoped you would be bringing baby over to let me see him. It was only a few pounds and I think I will get some use out of it too before too long!" Lori said - smiling at the thought.

"Shall we get him in there and we'll go and make some coffee?" Auntie Lori offered.

"Yes. Let's do that. I'll just take these trousers off him first. Col-col wanted you to see his lovely new romper didn't you baby?" Mummy leant down and tickled my chin and gently eased me onto my back. "Upsie baby!" I lifted my bottom and Mummy eased the elasticated trousers from me, revealing my baby outfit fully.

Auntie Lori towered over me grinning broadly. "Oh that is so precious! Look at the pattern of little baby toys!" She crouched down beside me and felt the material of the romper. "This is exactly like a real baby romper. I love the poppers on the shoulders too. Exactly like a newborn's first outfits." Her hand ran down over my tummy, over my heavily nappied groin.

Mummy tapped my inner thighs as a gentle reminder to splay my legs.

"Poppers here too for easy nappy changes?" The whole conversation was between her and Mummy. I felt like an object, a plaything - an infant as I lay below these two beautiful women discussing my infantile clothing.

***

"Right...Shall we put him in here and we'll get some coffee." Lori suggested, indicating the playpen.

"Yes, that's a good idea." She turned to me and clicked her fingers.

"Come on baby. Follow Mummy's heels." I rolled onto all fours and crawled to Mummy who had crouched down, patting her knees, encouraging me to crawl to her. "What a good boy!" Mummy praised. As Mummy stood up, I glanced out of the corner of my eye and saw my new Auntie Lori, smirking at me with what seemed thinly disguised disdain at this adult male now reduced to the status of a small baby.

"Nose to Mummy's bottom col-col." Mummy commanded.

I crawled forward pressing my nose firmly to Mummy's bottom. "Pandies on heels!"

My hands clasped the heels of her ever gleaming high heeled leather boots, waiting for her movement to lead me to the infantile confinement which awaited me at the end of the room.

Mummy shuffled forward slowly ensuring that I retained contact with her bottom and heels. "Part of his training is to teach him to always follow me - I want it to be automatic and done without thought. I want his dependence to become total."

We reached the playpen and Mummy turned to face me once more. She stroked my face, saying nothing. Searching my face - looking into my eyes - knowing I was hers. She half smiled and then stood. Mummy pointed into the playpen. "In you go baby!" she snapped.

Mummy held my hands and steadied me as I was lowered into the playpen. "Onto your bottom sweetheart..." The space was restricted but I quickly shuffled into a semi-comfortable position. My eyes, now below the level of the brightly coloured, padded rail gazed upwards at two smiling ladies who were both beaming with satisfaction at my accepting compliance.

Auntie Lori reached into the playpen and retrieved a multi-coloured rattle which she shook vigorously to attract my attention. Of course, I turned to look at it and Auntie Lori laughed at my instant response. Mummy stroked my hair gently, as if proud of my infantile reaction. I held out both hands towards Auntie Lori who, by now, grinning broadly, placed it in my hands.

"Hold it with both pandies baby. Both pandies!" she demanded.

I held the rattle firmly as she released her hold on it. "Oh, isn't he just precious? You've trained him really well! Good boy! Good baby!" she teased.

"He'll be fine there for a little while. He's got enough toys to keep him happy and we can still see him from the kitchen can't we?" Mummy said.

"Oh yes, we can see him while we have coffee," Auntie Lori replied.

"Be a good boy col-col. Mummy's just here!" and she pursed her lips and blew a little kiss towards me. Her eyes smiling at me, seeing into my soul... knowing I was hers completely.

The ladies went into the kitchen and I could faintly hear their conversation over the background noise of the radio in the kitchen. I fell to appraising my position.

My back was resting against the side mesh of a baby's playpen. I was surrounded by toys designed for a baby of up to around 6 months. Two beautiful women were feet away chatting. One of them my gorgeous Mummy, the other a lady who too was beautiful but whom I hadn’t met before today. She was however, from now on, to be my Auntie.

I heard laughter coming from the kitchen as I played quietly, still sucking on my dummy. Having a rubber teat in my mouth is now the 'norm' for me. Mummy often says, “Babies should be seen and not heard.”

"Baby...Baby...." I turned towards the soft, teasing voice and saw my beautiful Mummy in the kitchen doorway, half turned towards me. She was smiling, pleased, (I think) at my behaviour. I smiled from behind the dummy and held out my arms to her, hoping to be held. She laughed out loud. "What is it baby eh? What is it? Do you want your Mummy then? Do you want your Mummy?" My still outstretched arms answered her. "Mummy will give you a cuddle in a minute when she's had her drinkie!"

She turned to Auntie Lori to accept the cup of coffee - thanking her. "Actually, once I've had this, I'll get him out of the playpen and give him a little drink too. Not coffee of course! I've got a bottle of milk and a bottle of baby juice in the baby bag for him."

Mummy and Auntie Lori sat down on the settees, both occasionally glancing across at me to monitor my behaviour.

A few minutes passed during which my attention was held by the toys which surrounded me. Different noises, squeaks, rustlings...all served to occupy my increasingly infantile thoughts as the ladies chatted.

I listened as Auntie Lori asked how Mummy had regressed me and how she was able to keep me so effectively infantilised. Mummy spoke of ‘reward and punishment’. "Given and applied when appropriate.." and when she saw fit. I could see Auntie Lori smirking at me as she listened, her eyes reinforcing my babyish condition - submissive to them both - a small child...a toy for their amusement.

The gentle 'clunk' of the coffee cup on the table signalled the end of Mummy's drink. I watched as she leaned forward, pulling the bag with the baby items closer to her.

She took out a feeding bottle full of milk and one of my bibs. The bib was one of my favourites; it had a teddy bear motif stitched into it. Mummy looked at me, almost secretively, out of the top of her eyes. Even this look excited me, bound me to her further. At that moment she was the only person in the entire world - and she was making me feel as if I was the only person in her world...just for those few heavenly seconds. She held my gaze and I could do nothing… I was hypnotised by her. It was that easy for her.

Mummy placed the things on the side and stood up. Straightening her skirt she approached the playpen. She held out her arms towards me. "Come on then baby. Out you come!" She grasped my hands as she pulled me out of the confines of the playpen. As I stood briefly beside her, she hugged me to her. "Oh there's my good boy! There's my good boy!" I melted into her embrace, never wanting it to end.

"Onto the floor baby. Where you belong." Accepting Mummy's instruction, I got onto all fours, waiting for the next command like a well trained pet...which of course is what I now realise I have become, and am happy to be so. When I am Mummy's baby, I am happier than I have ever been.

"Can I give him his bottle?" Auntie Lori asked. "I've never fed an adult baby before. I think it'll be fun!"

"Of course!" Mummy said as she picked up the bottle and bib and passed them to Auntie Lori.

Auntie Lori took them and smiled broadly. The bottle was placed on the arm of the chair and I watched as she unfolded the bib, tearing apart the Velcro fastenings. She looked at me and smiled at me. "Come and get your baby bib on then col-col. Come and let me see you with your bib on. Crawl to me." I gulped hard and glanced at Mummy. She indicated with her eyes that I should do as I had been told.

I crawled forward until I was almost touching Auntie Lori's legs. "Such a little baby isn’t he eh?" she laughed. "Hold your little chin up baby!" Her hands went behind my neck and I felt the bib being tightened around my neck. Auntie Lori's smile widened as she straightened the bib, and leaned back slightly to admire the effect.

"Oh, that is just so cute! "Don't you look gorgeous baby?" I could feel myself blushing at her ridicule.

"Right, come on then, let's get this milky into your tummy..." she said and patted her lap.

***

I flushed with embarrassment, knowing there was no option. She held her arms wide as I eased my body across her lap, my face looking up at her smiling, mocking expression. It flashed through my mind that perhaps she was pleased at how easy it was for her to demean me - to lay in her arms accepting that I was to be fed like an infant... from a feeding bottle.

I felt her arm wrap around my shoulders, the upper part of her arm supporting my head and cuddling me to her. I automatically curled my body into her which made her smile. She straightened my bib so that it lay flat against me.

"Oh! Just a moment! I need to put some of this 'baby medicine' in his milk!" Mummy exclaimed suddenly. Auntie Lori looked up questioningly. I searched her face for a clue as to what Mummy had forgotten but there was none. However, I could hear Mummy taking something from her bag and standing up.

"I almost forgot to put this in his milk." she said, holding up a small, white plastic medicine bottle. I hadn't seen this before.

"What is it?" Auntie Lori enquired as Mummy poured some of the syrupy, clear liquid into the bottle. "Well, it's something that I've been adding to his feeds for the last few days. It's a lovely laxative called 'Lactulose Solution'. It's perfect for a baby because it's quite sweet tasting. Just a few spoonfuls each day means that he cannot control himself and has to use his nappies! It's so funny when he realises he can't resist the stomach cramps and urges to fill his nappy! He has no choice - he tries to hold it but, bless him, it's inevitable. Just like a tiny baby. Wetting his nappy; filling his nappy; doing creamy in his nappy and then starting all over again." She laughed as she reattached the teat to the bottle and fastened it tightly.

Passing it back to Auntie Lori, Mummy stared hard at me. "Drink it all baby. Now that you know what's in it....drink it all and enjoy it..." Mummy continued to stare at me, narrowing her eyes playfully as if daring me to fuss or try to refuse the warm, creamy nipple. As I felt the rubber teat touch my lips, I opened my mouth, took the milky teat between my lips and began to suck.

Auntie Lori's smile of satisfaction was now tinged with a look of both disdain and delight. As she fed me, I felt her occasionally rotate the bottle; tipping it to ensure that the teat did not collapse preventing me from getting the extra sweet formula milk.

Mummy and Auntie Lori continued to chat as I nursed contentedly. The warm milk doing it's job of filling me up. Soon the bottle was empty once more and the warmth of Auntie Lori's body was soothing and comforting. My eyes were already heavy as she gently removed the teat from my mouth, replacing it within seconds with my dummy. She adjusted her position slightly and pulled me closer. Her free hand moving gently up and down my back, rubbing gently. Absentmindedly as she spoke, her hand would settle on my nappied bottom and I felt the palm of her hand patting me gently. I could hear Mummy's voice as they chatted but it felt different for me being cuddled by another lady.

The sound of the doorbell jarred the cosy atmosphere and my eyes shot open. "Oh dear!" Auntie Lori laughed. "Someone got a shock! He almost lost his dummy!" She pushed it firmly into my mouth and held it.

"Come here baby!" Mummy said. Auntie Lori eased me from her and I crawled across the floor towards my Mummy. I felt real joy at being able to see her and that must have been evident as I smiled at her from behind the dummy mouth shield.

"Hello Baby boy! Hello!" she said in mock excitement as I approached her. "Where have you been eh?" As I reached her she pointed at the floor beside her feet and said, "Sit there and be still." I shuffled onto my bottom and splayed my legs, resting my head against Mummy's legs. She placed a hand on my cheek and gently stroked me lovingly. I was back where I belonged.

Auntie Lori came back into the room closely followed by Gwendoline. "It's your maid! Auntie Lori said.

"I've completed all of the errands Mistress. Everything is in the car."

"Except you Gwendoline! Go and wait for me. Take the baby's things. I'll bring him in a minute or two." Gwen scurried around the room picking up toys and the used bottle, and placed them into a small bag. With one last look around, she paused and addressed her Mistress. "Is there anything else Mistress?"

"No, I don't think so. Off you go." and she waved her hand dismissively. Gwendoline took her leave of Auntie Lori and moved backwards from the room.

"Right! Off we go then." Mummy ruffled my hair playfully.

She addressed Auntie Lori. "I'm going to get him bathed and put down early tonight as I'm having a dinner party...so we'd better be going. Thank you for the coffee and chat - and for feeding him too!"

They both laughed and walked towards the door. I crawled behind, knowing that to stand would bring disapproval. Once at the door, Mummy held out her hand in front of my mouth. "Dummy!" I leaned forward as she withdrew it from my lips. "You will have it again in the car." I stood beside Mummy briefly knowing that once in the car my precious babified existence would continue.

The End

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The Babysitter

Carol Asher set down her coffee and opened her newspaper to the 'Situations Vacant' section. She was 27 years old, single and looking for a part time job - both to supplement her income and also to give her an opportunity to meet new people and 'do something a bit different'.

Up to this point in her life she had worked as a nursery nurse after leaving school before training to be a fully qualified nurse within the NHS. She enjoyed her job and, ideally was looking for something similar for a few hours each week.

She scanned the adverts, ignoring the 'get rich quick by addressing envelopes' scams until she noticed a short classified advert which read:

'Wanted. Responsible and reliable carer for adult/child. Must be proficient in all areas of personal care. Good remuneration package for the right candidate.
For details, contact Miss Taylor on ********’

'This looks interesting...' Carol thought and circled it with her crossword pencil.

Browsing further she found another two adverts for part time carers but each of these meant a longer journey and less reward, so Carol resolved to call 'Miss Taylor' to discover more about what the post involved.

The call was answered by a quiet, clearly educated and well spoken lady, Carol felt a little surprised at the youthful tone of her potential employer's voice.

"Miss Taylor, my name is Carol Asher and I'm calling with regard to your advertisement in the West Yorkshire post for a carer for an adult & child."

"Oh yes," came the response. "Thank you for your interest. May I call you Carol?"

"Yes of course," Carol replied.

"Well Carol, the job is quite out of the ordinary. I run a small and very exclusive establishment in which men are cared for and treated in a very special way and this specialist care necessitates the man being treated as a child."

"Really? Do they have learning difficulties?" Carol enquired.

Carol sensed some slight amusement at her question.

"I have done some specialist training with difficult patients during my time as a nurse so I am sure I could turn my hand to whatever their needs."

"I am sure you could. Would you be able to attend for an interview this coming Thursday afternoon, Carol? Say around 2:30 at The Practice?"

Miss Taylor gave Carol The Practice address.

"Yes, thank you. I'll be there, Miss Taylor."

"One last thing, Carol, I may have an attendee with me on Thursday but he will be in a different room for the majority of the day. However, his presence will allow me to clarify more precisely for you what it is that I am looking for."

"That's fine. I'll look forward to it and will see you at 2:30."

"Two thirty - prompt."

Carol, taken slightly aback, agreed. "Prompt!"

Carol switched off the phone and placed it on the arm of her chair pondering the conversation she had just had. 'A small and exclusive establishment', wasn't that the phrase she had used? Her curiosity piqued, she set to wondering what she should wear for her interview.

Clearly she needed to look smart and professional but also her attire had to project a warmth, an indication that she was caring but still efficient.

The ensuing days passed in a haze. Work and family commitments filling the days and hours before her interview.

Carol dressed for her interview in a white, starched blouse and a black 'pencil' skirt, dark stockings and flat shoes. If she was to be caring for someone dependent on her then she wanted to be sure footed!

She arrived in good time, remembering Miss Taylor's requirement for punctuality. She was over fifteen minutes early in fact and sat in her car a little way from The Practice - she didn't wish to appear too desperate for employment although the location and job details sounded perfect for her.

Five minutes before her appointment, Carol pulled the car up to the pavement and glanced towards the building referred to as 'The Practice'. It was a pretty, period property constructed from stone and set back from the main road.

As she opened the gate she noticed two hens strutting around the garden. She smiled and thought that they would be fun to show to any of the charges she would be required to care for.

The doorbell was a traditional bell pull and the gentle tinkling of the bell sounded welcoming and friendly.

Carol heard footsteps approaching over a wooden floor and checked her clothing one last time. 'Only one opportunity to make a first impression,' she thought.

The heavy wooden door clicked open and Carol saw her potential employer for the first time. She was instantly struck by her prettiness and warm smile. Her eyes shone as she invited Carol to enter. Carol stepped into the room as the door was closed gently behind her.

"Please, sit down."

Miss Taylor indicated that she could sit on a leather settee.

Miss Taylor took Carol's jacket and hung it on a brass coat hook behind the door as Carol made herself comfortable.

She looked around the room and noticed a cuddly teddy bear.

On the table next to Miss Taylor's chair was a device which looked like a baby monitor.

"Did you have any difficulty finding The Practice, Carol?"

Carol's attention snapped back to Miss Taylor who was proffering a glass of water to her.

"Oh, not really. I made sure I arrived in plenty of time so that I could find it. Better to be too early than a minute late I always think!"

"Absolutely! My feelings exactly. So, Carol, tell me a little about yourself."

"Of course. Well, I am 27 years old and have worked as both a nursery nurse and a Registered Nurse since leaving University. I'm single. I live within 5 miles of The Practice and I enjoy writing and listening to a wide range of music. I like to think I am reliab-"

She paused as she heard a noise from upstairs. The noise sounding like someone moving around.

Carol watched as Miss Taylor's eyes turned towards the noise. Carol thought she sensed some slight disapproval from her at the momentary interruption.

"Sorry," Miss Taylor apologised as she returned her attention to Carol.

"Erm... I was just about to say that I feel I am reliable and honest. I very much value both of those characteristics. I have worked with both adults and young children during my time as a nurse and there's nothing that phases me about any aspect of nursing them."

"Well," responded Miss Taylor, "there are certainly opportunities for nursing in this post.” She smiled quietly to herself.

"There will be a requirement to work some evenings and afternoons in this post Carol. I'll be able to give you at least one week's notice of when I'd need you here to care for one of the attendees."

"That sounds as if it would be fine." Carol responded.

"The job is not a straightforward one Carol. Not straightforward nursing - although in many ways it can be! You see, the men who attend the Practice need specialist care, as I have said. The post I wish to fill is effectively that of a babysitter - for adult males." She let the comment hang in the air for a moment... which lasted longer than a moment.

Carol was taken aback and looked at the other woman uncertainly. Was she serious?

"Oh...I see."

"They are, without exception, well behaved and compliant. I would never expect you to look after any of my attendees who I did not consider properly ready."

This intrigued Carol. Adults who, it seemed, to all intents and purposes had been regressed to varying stages of submission and childhood? Babyhood even?

"So...let me understand this. You want me to 'babysit' these guys for you from time to time?"

Even as she spoke the words Carol knew she wanted to learn more. She had heard of men who enjoyed being babied but never imagined that she would ever encounter one. Her train of thought was broken by a light rattling noise from upstairs. 'That sounds like a baby's rattle' she instinctively thought and then realised the implications of her realisation.

'A baby's rattle...?'

"Yes Carol. That's precisely what I mean." Miss Taylor refocused her thoughts in an instant. "You see, the men who come to see me are submissive and wish to please me in whatever way I see fit. They will attend to my every whim and, in return, I use them for my amusement and for the amusement of my lady friends. I have a range of wards from my forever newborn baby col-col to sissy babies through to my toy who I refer to as 'bondage baby doll' - or simply Gwendoline when we are with company. They refer to me as either Mistress; Governess or Mummy" she chuckled softly.

"The noise upstairs?" Carol questioned as her eyes looked upward.

"Oh that's my newborn baby col-col. He's been having a nap after his lunchtime feed. He usually starts to wake around this time. He'll be fine for a few more minutes - he'll probably fall back to sleep for a few more minutes. I'll know when I need to see to him. He'll start to whinge or cry for me shortly. That's why I have this monitor...so I can always watch him. He doesn't know when he is being watched so he knows he must always behave like a newborn. If he doesn't then I punish him. He is learning but, like all babies, the lessons need to be re-learned sometimes", She casually sipped her water and looked over the top of her glass at Carol, studying her reaction.

Carol could feel herself getting excited by the conversation. She wanted to see the type of person she would be expected to look after. This could be very interesting.

"So...what are you thinking?" asked Miss Taylor of her clearly curious visitor.

"When you say that they are treated as babies and sissies... does that mean in every way? You dress them up...like human dolls and playthings?"

"Exactly."

"The babies... these toys...are they expected to play with them?"

"Not only is it expected - it is compulsory. I enjoy watching them amuse themselves for hours on end with a cot mobile or a rattle. I have trained them to expect nothing more. They must behave and think at the level of whatever age I choose for them."

Carol smiled an accepting smile. She had warmed to this lady whose acquaintance she had just made. She could already sense similarities in their outlook towards the opposite sex. Carol had fantasised about having control over her boyfriends in the past but had never had the courage to see it through. Perhaps Miss Taylor would be able to teach her?

"So...now that you know a little of the Practice and my wards...do you wish to find out more Carol?"

Carol knew that by agreeing she would be opening herself up to completely new experiences - but experiences that she wanted to have.

"Yes. I'd really like to find out more and work with you."

"Splendid! Perhaps we can have a one month 'trial' period to see how you manage?"

"That would be terrific! Thank you!" Carol enthused.

"Would you like to see my youngest baby?"

Carol nodded - not sure what to expect next.

"He is upstairs in his cot. I think he's still asleep so we'll go up quietly."

They placed their glasses onto the table and softly climbed the stairs. Carol following behind.

The stairs opened onto a small landing and Carol looked across, wide eyed, at an oversized white cot. Identical to a real baby's cot. Perfect in every detail - even down to the cot mobile fastened to the vertical rail furthest from her. She couldn't immediately see into the cot as the cot bars had soft, nursery print protective 'bumpers' fastened around the inside...just as a newborn's cot would be.

Taking a silent deep breath, she followed a smiling Miss Taylor across the room.

As she reached the cot, Miss Taylor inclined her head to look down at her sleeping adult baby. Carol approached a little tentatively until she also looked down at the figure in the cot.

She saw the restrained, sleeping figure of a man in an adult sized white babygro. His hands and feet were completely covered and his head was covered by a hood which was part of the sleepsuit. Carol smiled as she noticed the detailing of the suit. The hood with the little 'baby ears'; the wrap around scratch mittens and even a little blue teddy bear stitched on the front. His mouth was filled with the largest dummy she had ever seen! The mouth shield was the width of his mouth and it was clear that even in his unconscious state, he was suckling on the teat - just as any tiny baby would.

She watched as Miss Taylor bent over the cot rail and stroked his cheek softly with the back of her fingers. She smiled broadly as his rate of sucking increased momentarily.

"You see? Just like a real baby! Content and safe in his cot. Just as it should be for all men."

Carol watched with increasing pleasure as the cot blanket was eased from the sleeping baby. The unmistakable bulge of a thick nappy confirmed that he was completely dressed appropriately.

"Er.. Nappies? Do they use them as well?"

"Oh yes. I make sure that my babies use their nappies...but I am the one who decides when they are to be changed. A baby with nappy rash can be very compliant when he wants his bottom changed!" she giggled at the thought.

The sudden, yet gentle noise, disturbed the sleeping infant and he moved slightly. His eyes flickering towards consciousness.

"I think we'll let him see you shall we?" Miss Taylor whispered.

The baby's eyes opened and sleepily made out two figures standing over him. His eyes opened in disbelief. Two figures? He looked, confused, at this new figure and then to Mummy...desperate for explanation. When it came, it was simple enough even for his infantilised brain.

"Hello baby! Hello" his Mummy cooed. "This is Aunty Carol! She's going to be helping Mummy to look after you from now on. Aren't you Aunty Carol?" she laughed as she said it.

"Oh yes. I'm your new babysitter sweetheart...and you're going to be a good baby aren't you?"

The frenetic sucking on the dummy teat was all the response they needed.

***

Both women smiled as they watched the baby suck harder to gain the comfort and reassurance he needed.
 
"Well, he's had his nap for this afternoon so we'll take him downstairs in a minute; give him a bottle and a jar of baby food and then get him into a clean nappy. Once we've done that we can pop him into his playpen with some toys and we can chat some more."  
 
"He has a playpen too?" Carol asked.
 
"Of course," replied Miss Taylor. "Sometimes I need to go into the kitchen or out of the room where he is for a minute or two. It's not always practical to take the baby with me. With the playpen, I can leave him and know he's going to be where I left him when I come back. Otherwise he'd crawl all over exploring!" she laughed, reached down and tickled the baby who squirmed with delight and pleasure at his Mummy's loving touch.
 
"He's happy there for a few more minutes. I'll just turn the cot mobile on for him. He loves that and he'll watch that while I show you some of the baby clothes in the wardrobe. Would you like to choose an outfit for him to wear?" Miss Taylor said.
 
"Oh yes. I'd love to do that. I love looking at baby clothes!" Carol replied with a smile.
 
Checking that the baby was occupied and still sucking contentedly on his dummy, the two women turned from the cot and walked over to the wardrobe. The infantilised adult was aware that they were no longer there but his eyes remained transfixed to the revolving bright animals above his head.
 
Carol could never have imagined the range or quality of the infant style clothes which met her eyes as the wardrobe door was opened.
 
The first thing which struck her was the range of materials the clothes were made of. There was cotton, silk, satin, lace, terry towelling, almost every fabric imaginable. The quality was unquestionable - even without touching them she could see these were perfect replicas of infant wear only in a variety of adult sizes.
 
Her hands went first to a romper suit made of heavy cotton. The cream material was printed with a pattern of baby toys predominantly in blue - dark blue and baby blue little trains and rocking horses.
 
"Is it OK to take things out to take a proper look at them?" Carol asked.
 
"Oh, of course! I'd like you to familiarise yourself with all of the clothes for the little boys and little girls.'"
 
Carol lifted the romper suit from the rail and held it in front of her, turning it on the hanger to look at the front and back.
 
"Oh! It's got a matching bib! Isn't that adorable? I'll bet the baby would look so cute in this."
 
"Yes he does and the lower part is lined with plastic to stop him wetting the material. Of course that doesn't always work!" she laughed. "He enjoys wetting his nappy so I make sure he has plenty of bottles during the day. I've always liked the look of him trying to crawl or waddle with a wet and heavy nappy on. It reinforces the fact that he is simply a baby. Nappies don't get changed unless I decide. He will cry when he feels uncomfortable - or when he is dirty. One of the beauties of an adult baby though is that I can stop his crying with the threat of smacks. So, if I decide he is to sit in a dirty nappy then that is what happens. That, and nappy rash are helpful tools in baby training."
 
Carol replaced the romper suit on the rail as Miss Taylor walked elegantly back to the cot. Carol could hear her talking to the baby. Her voice exactly the tone of how a real mother would talk to her tiny baby. Carol looked across and saw her leaning into the cot, moving the blanket away from his legs and encouraging him to kick his legs for her. She could see her hand on the baby's booteed feet pushing and allowing her hand to be pushed away by the baby's gentle kicking.
 
"Yes! Yes! What a good boy! What a clever boy!" Mummy cooed encouragingly. "Kick your feet baby boy. Kick your little feet. Show Mummy what a clever boy you are." His Mummy laughed with delight at how well her baby was performing for her.
 
Carol could see the cot moving slightly, the mobile toys swaying in time with the kicking baby. Her new employer's infectious laughter filled the air as her baby strove to please her with his infantile responses and reflexes.  
 
Carol lifted a pink satin dress from the rail and held it out to inspect it.  
 
"These dresses?" her tone rose as if in question.
 
Miss Taylor turned and smiled.
 
"Yes. Pretty aren't they? I love to dress them in such sissy girly clothes. It's so deliciously humiliating for them...and such a delight for me."
 
"So the men are put into these dresses?"  
 
"Oh yes! I have a lot of little sissies who come here to be turned into the little girl of their dreams."
 
Carol began to laugh at the idea but quickly realised how much fun it could be...to dress an adult male as a little girl.  
 
"Some of the dresses are very babyish. Are they just for the sissies?"
 
"No. It amuses me sometimes to put baby boys into dresses. It makes no difference if they look like little girls. They don't know the difference - and anyway I dress my babies in whatever way I choose. Babies don't have any say in the matter…The very idea!" she smiled.
 
"So," said Miss Taylor. "What do you think of the clothes?"
 
"They are remarkable! I can't wait to start dressing them up and playing with them." Carol said enthusiastically.
 
"Well, there's no time like the present! You choose an outfit for col-col and I'll get him out of his cot."
 
From his cot, col-col watched as the side of the cot was released and lowered. His Mummy leaned in and placed a hand behind his head and another on his back.  
 
"Upsie baby!" she encouraged as she eased him towards her. Col-col pressed himself against his Mummy, savouring the contact between himself and Mummy. His earlier anxiety at the babysitter's presence quickly soothed away by Mummy's reassuring cuddle.
 
Carol looked across as the baby was readied to go downstairs. She wanted to dress him in something pretty and very babyish. She spotted a pale lemon coloured romper suit and picked it out. To her delight she saw that it was a complete baby outfit. There were matching mittens and bootees and, to round the whole humiliating ensemble off, there was a frilly yellow baby bonnet. This looked perfect!
 
Miss Taylor was going downstairs with the baby and called back; "Carol? Can you bring a disposable nappy down with you, please? One of the thick night time ones? I'll also need a couple of nappy liners... I've got a pair of his rubber pants down here."
 
Carol turned to the shelves stacked with nappies. She took one of the thickest she could see and smiled at the thought of him wearing something so bulky between his legs. The box of nappy liners was already open and as she pulled a couple out she contemplated the idea of the baby filling its nappy. That wouldn't be a problem for her. A dirty nappy was just a dirty nappy. However, what made it more interesting to her was the idea of making the baby fill its nappy when it was instructed to. The idea brought a smile to her face. She couldn't wait to humiliate the baby like that.
 
Draping the baby clothes over her arm, and gripping the nappy supplies in her hand, she made her way downstairs. As she reached the foot of the stairs, she saw Miss Taylor arranging the baby's position across her lap. His head was cradled in the crook of her left arm and he was gazing up at her. He was still, she noticed, sucking contentedly on his dummy. His legs were pulled in to her body tighter than seemed feasible, although she continued to tap them to encourage him to curl up even further. Finally, when he was in almost a foetal position she began gently patting his nappied bottom as a form of infantile praise.
 
"Pass me his bottle please, Carol? It's on the side in the kitchen. In the bottle warmer."
 
Carol placed the clothes and nappy on the chair and went into the kitchen. Sure enough, there was the bottle of milk warming gently next to the bottle and teat sterilizer. No detail had been omitted.
 
"Would you bring one of his bibs too. He tends to be dribble his milky and I don't want him sacking up on his sleepsuit."  
 
Carol watched as she turned her attention to the baby on her lap.  
 
"No! We don't want milky on your precious sleepy-byes suit do we? No we don't!"
 
She rubbed his tummy...tickling him gently. He wriggled and giggled gently with pleasure, his laughter quelled by the large rubber teat pressing down on his tongue.
 
Carol looked around for a bib and took one from the top of a small pile of washing. She saw a yellow edged piece of cloth and, as she lifted it, was surprised at its size as it unfolded. This was the largest bib she'd ever seen. The word 'Baby' was embroidered in yellow cotton on the front.  
 
Carol re-entered the room and passed the bib to Miss Taylor who took it from her and laid it across the baby...ensuring it was tucked securely around his neck and under his chin. Carol watched, intrigued by the scene unfolding before her as the baby's eyes closed briefly and he squirmed, just like a newborn, in his Mummy's enveloping and protective arms.
 
Carol held the bottle out to Miss Taylor who took it from her, smiling.
 
"Could you take his dummy out please, Carol?"
 
Carol leaned over and placed her fingers on the dummy ring and pulled gently. The baby looked at her almost pleadingly as the force of the pull increased.
 
"Come on, baby. Let Auntie Carol have your dummy."  
 
It came out of his mouth with an audible 'plop' noise and both women watched amused as his face began to wrinkle up - about to cry at the loss of his pacifying teat.
 
His Mummy began to giggle and comfort him. She squeezed him and bounced him gently while at the same time guiding the milky bottle towards his quivering lips. He began to mewl - his usual prelude to the shrieking newborn cry that Mummy had insisted he perfect.
 
"Oh, it's alright baby. Mummy's here. Mummy's here. Here's your milky..." and with that she inverted the bottle and pushed the teat between his lips.
 
Instantly, the mewling stopped and was replaced by a contented sound of suckling. A little erratic at first but soon it became more regular as the warmth of the milk reached his tummy.
 
"Is dat nice den? Is dat milky nice for my baby boy, eh?"  
 
Carol watched as Miss Taylor cooed at the baby who, Carol noticed, was looking adoringly at her. His eyes never leaving her face. Despite his infantilised state, Carol could see that the adult in her arms seemed totally at peace. His body moved slightly as he was fed - wriggling with sheer pleasure.
 
Carol looked at the dummy in her hand. The teat was enormous. She had seen nothing like it before. She understood now why the baby had been unable to make anything but unintelligible sounds - the size of the nipple made it a dummy gag not simply a pacifying device. She felt a slight desire to put it into her mouth to see how it felt. However that wouldn't seem right just now. It quickly occurred to her that her opportunity to experience it may come when she came to give it to the baby again. Lots of Mummies and Aunties moistened the teat of their baby's dummies before 're-plugging' them. She sat back and watched as the baby took his bottle.  
 
Miss Taylor eased back into her seat, looked across and smiled. Glancing downwards she said, "He's a good baby. Takes his feeds well and does as he is told. He is never going to move past this stage though. He won't ever move away from nappies and milky bottles. That's just how it is and he has accepted that. Occasionally I do take him out as a toddler for a few hours but it's clear to me that it's too hard for him to be so grown up for so long. He's happier as my newborn... aren't you, my little rugrat?"  
 
She rubbed he nose against the baby's nose. His sucking continued unabated. Carol smiled at the pet name Miss Taylor used when she referred to him.  
 
"When he's finished this, we'll get him into that romper and perhaps you'd like to give him some din-dins in his highchair? He loves being in his highchair but he is still very messy."
 
Carol was delighted but a little anxious at the same time. So far she had been an observer of this male's infantilisation. Soon it was to be her turn to reinforce his regression to infancy. She couldn't wait.

***

The baby was clearly relaxed taking his bottle. His body wriggled with pleasure as his Mummy talked to him. He remained absolutely transfixed to her face as he suckled. Clearly he adored her despite the fact that she had reduced him from the independence of an adult to the state of a completely dependent, bottle feeding infant.

"So..." Carol said, trying to make casual conversation. "How many feeds does he have in a typical day?"

"He never has less than six. Usually at four hourly intervals as is usual for a newborn. However, I feed him whenever I choose to do so. When it suits me or simply to amuse me. I call it 'feeding on demand'...he feeds when I demand it," she laughed playfully. "Don't you baby? You have your milky bottles when Mummy says don't you? Yes you do!" and she squeezed him to her. His sucking continued unabated.

Soon the tell tale noise of an empty feeding bottle signalled the end of this feed. Carol watched as Miss Taylor calmly put a small cloth over her shoulder and moved the baby round until his head was resting on the cloth. She began to gently pat her baby's back - then gently rubbing him.

"You have to wind him too?" Carol asked incredulously.

"Absolutely. Just like a real baby, wind can make baby uncomfortable so I do this until he burps like the baby he is. Every action, no matter how small, serves to regress him further and thereby increase his expectations that he will continue to be infantilised.

"And the cloth?"

"I don't want him dribbling milky or being sicky down my back. That prevents any dribbles."

Carol nodded understanding and quietly marvelled at the way she babied him absolutely. Every action was precisely as it would be for a real baby. No allowances were made for his dignity or wishes. Everything was done in the way Mummy decided.

The baby belched loudly and both women laughed with mock surprise.

"What a good boy! What a clever baby to get his windies up!" Miss Taylor praised him. Carol instinctively joined with the praise, smiling at the baby...widening her eyes. The baby felt himself blush crimson at the infantile congratulations.

Once satisfied that there was no more wind to come, his Mummy manoeuvred him back onto her lap, his head once again resting in the crook of her arm.

"Pass me his dummy can you please? I prefer him to always have something to suck on...he has such an oral fixation! He always has had since the moment I first held him. There have been many times when he has fallen asleep sucking on my finger. It's been the only thing that could soothe him and calm him down sometimes! I have to wonder if the warmth of my finger subconsciously reminds him of being at the breast. I certainly know he hates it when I take him off the breast. He would stay there day and night if I let him!" She smiled at the thought. Breast feeding her baby gave her pleasure beyond the maternal satisfaction she also felt.

Carol leaned over to give her the baby's dummy but Miss Taylor said,
"Why don't you give it to him? He has to get used to you looking after him too."

Although Carol had looked after adults before as a nursing professional, she'd never been required to give a dummy to an adult. This was a first for her.

The baby was still snuggled into his Mummy - looking sleepy. His eyes were half closed, trying to stay open to look at her. Carol reckoned that giving him his dummy might just push him over into sleep.

She leaned towards him and gently touched his lips with the rubber teat. Carol smirked as he automatically turned his head towards the nipple.. She touched his lips again, this time with a little more pressure and was delighted to see his lips part and his tongue begin a suckling action. She eased the teat into the eagerly awaiting mouth and held it for him until she was confident he was not about to spit it out.

"Why don't you change him Carol? Would that be OK? While you're putting him into his romper, I'll get his highchair and open a couple of jars of baby food."

"Yes. I'd like that." Carol replied. Eager to get her hands on the baby.

Miss Taylor suddenly smacked col-col's inner thighs hard. Twice on each leg. He yelped as he was shocked out of his comfortable cuddle. He instantly curled into his Mummy for protection and comfort. Almost foetal like. Instinctive.

Carol, also surprised by the sudden slap, could see that she had hurt him. The inside of his thighs reddened quickly. Pain was etched on his face and he sucked his dummy frantically for comfort.

"Get up and lie on the floor,” his Mummy snapped at him. "It's time for another nappy change baby!" Her tone demanded his obedience and got it.

Carol hadn't seen this strictness before. Up to this point he had been completely compliant. Miss Taylor saw Carol's surprise and chuckled..."Oh don't worry. That's just a motivational smack. A reminder of his status. Spare the road... Spoil the baby!"

He was off her lap and lying on the floor at her feet in seconds...looking nervously up at her. She stood up and towered over him.

"You are just a silly baby aren't you? And now you're going to have your wee wee nappy changed by another lady who can see you for what you are. A silly, silly little baby!"

She looked down on him, inspecting him. "Splay your legs child or Mummy will give smack smacks!" The baby's legs splayed even wider than they had already been...his arms were already over his head - 'exactly like a newborn would lie' Carol thought.

Carol moved towards him and knelt down, studying the sleepsuit...a little unsure at first how to remove it. She saw a long line of poppers and began to unfasten them slowly, gradually revealing his body - totally free of any adult hair.

Her new employer called from the kitchen, "You'll find he has no hair apart from the little bit I allow him to keep on his head. Babies have no body hair...newborns like col-col certainly don't!"

Carol quickly found that undressing him was similar to undressing a real infant. She was given no assistance from him as she removed his legs and arms from the suit. She rolled him from side to side and gradually worked the suit from under him. Gathering the sleepsuit up, she placed it in a bunched up pile on the sofa… ready for the washing machine. She kept one hand on his tummy in exactly the way she had been taught to do in nurse training when changing baby nappies. Miss Taylor watched with thinly disguised satisfaction at how easily Carol was adapting to her new job.

"All of the baby wipes and things for his nappy changes are in the pale green baby box beside my chair!" Miss Taylor called from the kitchen.

Carol glanced over and eased the box towards her.

"Are these your things then?" she said to the baby in the sing song tone used to small children too young to understand. The tone all important in attracting and maintaining their attention. "Auntie Carol is going to make you all comfy again! Are you going to be a good boy then?"

"Oh, he'll be good... don't worry about that." Carol didn't see the glance which his Mummy had directed at him. Her eyes widened and her lips pouted. col-col had seen that look before and knew better than to disobey. Miss Taylor smirked with satisfaction at his instant submission to her. A simple look from her enough to prolong his infantile existence.

Carol could see his nappy was thoroughly wet. The plastic pants had done their job and had kept all of the moisture enclosed. She lifted the waist band and tugged them gently but firmly off his bottom and down his legs, placing them to one side.

Carol watched as the baby rolled his head from side to side looking for something to capture his attention.

"Oh look! He's looking for his Mummy! Aw....! Where's Mummy col-col? Where's your Mummy?" Carol teased him. "Where has she gone?"

"Yoo hoo col-col!" There was the sound of a baby rattle from behind her.

"Oh she's there!!! Oh she's there!!!" Carol tickled his tummy and he giggled...exactly the reaction she had hoped for.

"Are you a good boy?" Mummy's voice was soft and maternal. Carol grinned as she saw the baby's excited reaction to his approaching Mummy. His arms began to wave gently in a typically uncoordinated infantile way. His legs kicked gently and Carol grinned as she noticed his toes curling and uncurling with pleasure at his real Mummy's approach.

Miss Taylor stood over them both as Carol began to unfasten the tapes on the nappy. One by one they were torn away and Carol pulled the front of the nappy down to reveal col-col's erection.

Miss Taylor laughed at his excitement. "He seems to like you changing his nappy!"

"Oh I haven't got time for silly things like that. I need to get him into a dry nappy before he wets again." With that, Carol smartly grasped his ankles and lifted them with one hand. The wet nappy was pulled from beneath him and efficiently folded into itself and re-taped.

Carol took a baby wipe from the box and began to wipe him clean. She was, just as Miss Taylor had hoped she would be, very thorough. She discarded one wipe for another and wiped his penis, ensuring that the underside of his foreskin was clean and free of nappy cream and powder.

Once again she grasped his ankles and lifted them, levering his bottom easily into the air. "Front to back. Always front to back..." she spoke quietly as she cleaned him.

His bottom hole received particular attention and the baby groaned with pleasure as Carol cleaned him. "Has he made a dirty nappy today?" Carol asked.

"No, not yet." Miss Taylor responded, sensing the direction of Carol's thinking.

"Do you have any suppositories here?"

"Oh yes" Miss Taylor replied tearing one from a strip which was lying on a nearby shelf. She began to unwrap it as Carol lubricated the baby's bottom with a copious amount of Vaseline.

col-col wasn't keen on suppositories but knew that he had to submit to the whims of both ladies. Carol saw his erection diminish rapidly and laughed at how small his penis had become. "Now that's more like I would expect to find in a nappy!"

Slowly but surely Carol pushed the gelatine suppository into him. Once it had disappeared into him she fixed him with a stare - coming close to his face. "Clench your bottom baby. Do not push it out...or you will be punished." Carol had found herself threatening to punish this man ...this baby... and for a second wondered if she had overstepped herself. She glanced at Miss Taylor to gauge her reaction. Her new employer simply smiled her support.

Carol was encouraged to belittle him further. Almost seeing how far she dare go.

"You're going to soil yourself baby. You're going to do a poo poo in your nappy to show us what a baby you are! Of course… if you're not a baby, you should be able to hold it for a long time...but that's not going to happen is it? That's why you need a babysitter! To change your dirty nappies when Mummy isn't there to do it for you! Pathetic little boy!"

Miss Taylor laughed in agreement and said, "He needs to learn to obey his babysitter as well as his Mummy. If I am not here he must remain as infantile for you as he is with me."

The women watched as the baby concentrated on holding the suppository in his bottom.

Carol shook out the new nappy, lifted his legs up once again and positioned it beneath him. "I'd better use a couple of nappy liners. This is likely to be a messy one!" she giggled.

After placing the liners in the nappy, Carol pulled the front of the nappy up and taped it tightly. She ran her fingers around the leg openings and waistband to make sure he was comfortable in his nappy. She was planning to keep him in it for quite a while. Messy or not!

The nappy was then covered with plastic pants with a yellow gingham covering...to match the imminent yellow romper suit.

Carol smiled with undisguised satisfaction at this nappied man lying on the floor in front of her - squirming with pleasure at being nappied once again. Carol leaned over him, gripped the ring of his dummy and wiggled it gently. "I'm going to enjoy being your Auntie!" She laughed as the baby looked at her with, she thought, some feeling of apprehension at the plans the two ladies clearly had for him.

"Perhaps it's better to feed him first rather than risk him getting his food all down his front?" Miss Taylor suggested, moving towards the highchair.

"Yes, OK. We can dress him once he's been fed." Carol concurred.

Miss Taylor squatted down on the floor and held her arms out to her baby who continued to watch her intently. "Crawl to Mummy! Come on Col-col... Show Auntie Carol how you can crawl for Mummy!"

Col-col rolled onto his stomach, arms and legs wide. Crawling like a tiny baby meant not being able to be on all fours. Crawling had to be more of a 'push / pull' system ensuring his tummy stayed in contact with the floor. His legs and arms moved in erratic co-ordination. As he had been taught to do. Crawling to Mummy took around 30 seconds and had been something of an effort - knowing that if his crawling was anything more than infantile, he would be liable to be punished.

The broad smile on his Mummy's face and a kiss on the cheek was his reward for this display of submission to her.

"Now it's din dins time! Into your highchair!" Mummy held him tenderly as she guided him into the seat and lowered the feeding tray in front of him. Just as she began fastening the highchair straps, she placed a rusk, in the shape of a teddy bear, onto the tray. The baby saw it and clumsily picked it up and guided it to his mouth as his Mummy knew he would. "Eat it by sucking it! Don't DARE bite!" she snapped at him.

She then turned and chatted amiably to Carol as she guided the baby's arms into the straps and clicked the webbing straps together. There were five straps in all; two across his shoulders; two around his tummy and one between his legs to stop him slipping down if he began wriggling or fussing while he was being fed.

Carol picked up the two small jars of baby food and studied the labels.

"Chicken & Vegetable Dinner?" She laughed as she rotated the jar in her hand. The contents were a cream colour with a hint of brown. All the same. "Mmmm! Doesn't this look yummy baby? You're going to eat it all up like a big boy for me aren't you?" she mocked him as he watched her from his highchair.

"He's had that before and managed a complete jar so there's no reason why he shouldn't make it 'all gone' for you." Miss Taylor explained as she tightly fastened a large bib around his neck, arranging it over his torso.

"Give that to Mummy..." she said, indicating the half sucked rusk.

Col-col took the mushy teddy bear from his mouth and Carol could see the genuine reluctance in his face at handing it over before he had finished. Once again she found herself smiling at his behaviour, this time Carol felt some affection towards him for his clear devotion to this lady who he responded to as a baby. She was his Mummy and, it seemed to Carol, his owner. She could do anything to him and he meekly accepted. Carol could feel some sexual excitement at the idea of having a male who was so subservient to her. She hadn't expected that.

"Handies!" His Mummy suddenly said. Just as suddenly his hands had moved behind his back. Miss Taylor then ran another strap to his foot restraints and clipped them together also. He was completely restrained in his highchair - leaving him even more vulnerable and defenceless.

Carol walked with increasing confidence in her new role, towards the highchair. She opened the jar of baby food and began stirring it with the soft plastic infant feeding spoon she had been given.

The glutinous, strong smelling mush clung to the bowl of the spoon and handle as she stirred it. The baby watched in anticipation. After his time in training he really had began to salivate instinctively when it was feeding time. Even before the first spoonful of mush had been lifted from the jar, he was already opening his mouth. Eager to be fed - but even more eager to please.

Carol raised the spoon to his mouth and eased it between his lips. Angling the spoon as she removed it to ensure that he was given as much food as possible. She smiled...pleased at how easy it had been. No resistance. No different to feeding a real baby – in many ways easier.

The following spoon was ready before Col-col had swallowed the remnants of the last one, but Carol pushed the spoon to his mouth again. This time, food smeared onto his top lip before he could open up fully.

"Take it!" she found herself saying. "Eat your baby food like a good boy!"

There was a distinct edge of insistence in her voice - not gentle encouragement. Spoon after spoon followed and Carol laughed as she saw the increasing spread of food over his face. Finally the last spoonful. The gentle tapping of the spoon on the empty jar sounded somehow strangely erotic to Col-col. It was an indicator that once again he had completed an infantile task under the guidance of a woman.

As Carol picked up the next jar of baby food, Miss Taylor was busying herself laying out a nursery play mat on the floor in the living room. The mat was brightly coloured with several different textures and 'hidden' noises which a baby would find as he crawled over it. Straightening it, she looked back at her baby and said "When you've finished your din dins, Mummy's going to put you on the play mat for a surprise!"

Col-col knew that any surprise would be designed primarily for Mummy's (and now Carol's) amusement. He had accepted that a long time ago but was curious as to what lay in store for him after his baby pudding.

The pudding was, at least, something he really enjoyed. Cow & Gate Chocolate Pudding. Carol once again stirred the contents of the jar slowly...watching her new charge's eyes follow the spoon as if hypnotised by it.

"Little things please little minds eh baby?" Mummy teased him. Col-col smiled as his momentary 'trance' melted away at the sound of her voice.

The first spoon tasted wonderful after the blandness of the Chicken Dinner. Occasional globs of chocolate fell from the spoon onto the bib and were simply scraped back onto the spoon and offered to the baby once more. It was all to be eaten.

When it appeared that there were only two or three spoonfuls left, Carol placed the spoon onto the feeding tray and dipped her right index finger into the jar. Swirling it round it soon became covered with the chocolate baby mush. She ‘hooked’ her finger slightly to avoid it dripping off her finger onto the feeding tray. She held it to the baby's mouth and he excitedly opened to accept it from her. Carol watched, intrigued by how, after licking the chocolate from her finger, he began to suckle on her finger. Miss Taylor hadn't been exaggerating. He had a huge oral fixation! That amused her and gave her cause for thought as she withdrew her finger - luring the baby towards her with it in his reluctance to cease sucking.

Carol wiped his face with the bib as Mummy unfastened the straps holding him into the highchair. The feeding tray was swung back and his Mummy pointed at the play mat, clicked her fingers and curtly said to him,

"Get on the floor now! Crawl to your play mat and lie on your back."

Col-col obeyed and was on his back quickly. Carol noticed how his legs were splayed instantly and how his arms were positioned over his head and shoulders. Completely prone - like a newborn.

“Now. Sit up and face the TV.” Mummy instructed.

"The TV?" Col-col thought as he was helped to sit up straight. Mummy usually didn't allow him to watch TV, preferring to let him play with baby toys to keep occupied.

"Now Baby... Mummy is going to let you watch a little bit of television today. When it is finished, Carol & I will ask you some questions about it. If you get any wrong you will be punished each time. If you get more than half wrong then Mummy will have to get the leather nursery strap won't she?"

Col-col gulped. He had felt Mummy's wrath through the nursery strap before and he didn't want to feel it again.

Mummy popped his dummy back into his mouth and turned on the TV. Col-col heard the happy gurgling of a baby and saw it's smiling face in a yellow sun appear on screen. "Teletubbies!"

"It's Teletubbies time, Col-col! Watch it carefully. Auntie Carol and I are going to have a lovely drink of wine. Don't cry though. We're just here.”

The two ladies laughed with real satisfaction as they watched the silly, dummy sucking, nappy wearing and bibbed adult baby thoroughly engrossed in the programme designed for the under two's. He was clearly oblivious to anything else around him... His desire to see and remember every detail was obvious as he anxiously sucked on his dummy.

To be continued...

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Lynn & David

Sounds of distant traffic and the occasional nearby closing of car doors as people left for work were the first sounds David heard as he woke.

His eyes still weighed down with sleep, he adjusted his body under the blanket which covered him. For years he had dreamed of mornings like this. Mornings when he wouldn't have to join the lines of snaking traffic making its ponderous way into the city. He had done it for thirty years and when the opportunity had arisen to take early retirement, he had grabbed it with both hands.

The truth was that his life in retirement hadn't turned out as he had expected. The first couple of months had been blissful. He had been able to enjoy staying in bed longer in the morning; he had rediscovered the joys of walking in the country with his dog and he had enjoyed being able to follow his own timetable - rather than everyone else's.

However, retirement had begun months ago and things had changed significantly for David since then. He still got his lie-ins...in fact they were more frequent. He still got to walk in the country but was now always accompanied by his wife, one of her friends or even his sister in law.

One of the things he had particularly anticipated doing during his retirement was taking the opportunity to indulge his fetish of being an adult baby. For years he had secreted his baby things in the loft or in a case in the car boot...but now that he didn't have to work, those items could be played with more often. He hadn't realised quite how often!

A little history - David's wife, Lynn, had a well paid job and was able to work from home on occasion. She was pleased that he would be around the house more. They enjoyed one another’s company.

Lynn and David hadn't been able to have children although Lynn had always wanted a baby...it just hadn't happened and now she was too old.

The real change in David's life didn't come with his retirement - the real change came around six months later. David had got into a routine, on the days when Lynn was at work, of wearing a nappy and plastic pants and one of a selection of baby style body suits which he had bought from a seamstress he had found on eBay.

They were all made from terry towelling or cotton. He had seen a daytime TV programme where baby clothes were being discussed. The women had all agreed that cotton and terry cloth were best for tiny babies...and that was what David enjoyed feeling like...a tiny, helpless baby. It made him feel calm and relaxed - almost a different person when he was dressed in his baby clothes sucking contentedly on the rubber teat of a dummy - or even better on the nipple of a baby bottle filled with warm baby formula milk. He would lie under the blanket imagining that it was his wife's breast he was nursing from...or that she was holding the baby bottle. Imagining that it was her soothing him and giving him nourishment. However, she didn't know about these feelings he held. He thought she would think he had some sort of mental problem.

However, one day things had changed. It was one of the days when Lynn was at home. David had been out for a long walk with the dog and when he returned, he could see that Lynn had been tidying the house and was now in the loft. His heart rate leapt. Many of his baby things were stored there in a locked suitcase. He had simply assumed that the loft was somewhere she wouldn't go.

Hurriedly releasing the clip from the dog's collar, he climbed the stairs two at a time.

"Lynn? Where are you love? He tried to sound as natural and unflustered as possible. "Lynn?"

He listened and heard a faint voice reply, "I'm up here sweetheart! Having a clear out! Guess what I've found?"

His heart sank but he knew he couldn't show any concern until it was unavoidable.

He climbed the loft ladder and saw his wife at the far end of the loft...sitting about two feet from his 'stash' of baby things.

As he got nearer to her he saw that she was thumbing through a small pile of thick card books. They were baby books - the type with a large, colourful picture and a single word underneath. He could plainly see 'BALL' & 'CAT'.

She turned it towards him to show the pictures. "How cute is that?" she laughed. Inwardly he breathed a sigh of relief. These had been his when he was a small child. When his parents had died, these were amongst the things that David & Lynn had moved from his parents' home.

"Do you want to come and sit and read with Mummy?" Again she laughed as she said it. David returned the laughter and replied,

"Not just now thank you...Mummy."

It had been said in fun but he had wanted to call her that for so many years. He had felt a frissance of excitement as he had addressed her as 'Mummy'. In that instant, he knew he wanted to do it again.

"Alright then. Perhaps later." she continued. "Mummy will leave them here." At that, she placed the small pile of baby books adjacent to his 'baby' case. David's thoughts raced. Was this simply coincidence?

Over coffee a little while later, Lynn said,

"You know...we should have a proper clear out one weekend. I'll bet there are all kinds of stuff up there that we didn't know about or stuff that never gets used!"

David gulped but felt easier as she continued, "We could probably make a fortune on eBay!" It seemed as though she was simply referring to household items.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully...the late evening walk with the dog presenting an opportunity for David to appraise what he felt had been his lucky escape.

When he got home, Lynn was already in bed, starting to doze off...or so it seemed.

David undressed and, as quietly as he was able, lifted the blankets and climbed in beside her, pausing only to lightly kiss her cheek. She opened her eyes a little and smiled sleepily as he covered himself with the sheets.

"Do you want a cuddle?" She spoke softly. Now those words had been, for many years, a euphemism for "Would you like to make love?" He smiled and moved towards her already anticipating their lovemaking. David looked down at her and she quietly said, "Come on then. Cuddle in." She lifted her right arm and encouraged him to snuggle into her. Not what he had expected but this felt good too.

Her arm moved behind his back and she pulled him to her - the back of his head in the crook of her right arm...his cheek resting on her breast. She could feel the beginnings of an erection against her leg and smiled quietly to herself.

David's hand moved to her breast and squeezed it gently before moving his fingers down to her hard, erect nipple. Gently he squeezed it between his fingers, rolling it, teasing it. He could feel his wife's breathing begin to deepen.

Lynn unfastened her pyjama top and pushed the material away and down under David's cheek. Turning slightly, she cupped her breast and guided the erect nipple between her husband's eager lips.

He sucked at it greedily. He loved it when she allowed him to suck on her breasts. He could not get enough. Since their early 'courting' days he had always fantasised about Lynn breast feeding him. As he suckled at her teat he imagined being her baby - which made him more excited.

His tongue played with her nipple as he imagined her enforcing a nursery routine on him. The fantasy which often came into his mind to enhance and sustain his excitement during their love making. Bottle feedings; being made to wear nappies and baby clothes. His fantasy even went so far as being made to sleep in a cot and being forced to sit in a playpen, playing with baby toys. He had imagined Lynn and her younger sister, Loren, being around looking after him as though he was a young baby – just learning to walk. All of these thoughts and images played in his mind as he 'nursed'.

Lynn had felt his body relax as he began to suckle - his stiff cock against her leg however, indicated that he was not totally relaxed!

David's hand caressed Lynn's body; moving over her skin, stroking and squeezing. Slowly, his hand moved down between her legs...until he suddenly felt her hand on his. Grasping it firmly yet tenderly.

"No. Not tonight. You just be good and have nice long cuddle and suck. Cuddle and suck."

He was a little surprised and disappointed but he was enjoying the closeness and there was no pressure to 'perform'. His erection though was raging and he kept pressing it against Lynn's leg. The pressure felt good. He realised he was gently screwing her leg...and it was difficult to stop.

He felt a little silly - the image of an oversexed dog humping its mistresses leg came to mind. He forced himself to stop - his nursing continued.

"Why have you stopped darling? It’s alright…. I was enjoying feeling you do that.”

Spoken in a very gentle, lilting way, it felt comforting and implicitly held encouragement to continue.

His hips moved once again. Cautiously at first and then, after an encouraging squeeze, a little faster.

"Good boy! Goooood boy" Lynn whispered and kissed his forehead. "That's it....clever boy. Who is my good little boy then? Suck and f**k. Suck and f**k! What a good boy you are!!"

Her words were like fuel to a fire. He adored it, He melted inside when she called him a 'good boy'.

He knew that he would come before long if he continued at this rate. Lynn's words of encouragement filled his head.

"What a good boy you are! Clever boy!!" She felt his body begin to tense as he neared climax and delivered the words which would force him to orgasm...

"Come on then....BABY! Come for your Mummy!"

He lifted his eyes to look at her, scarcely believing what she had said..."Mummy? Baby?" Had he heard correctly?

The thoughts were interrupted as his orgasm exploded. Those words and the orgasm which resulted ran through his body like a series of electric shocks. His mind and body seemed to be jolted again and again as he emptied himself...into his pyjama bottoms.

David felt Lynn's hand stroking his face. She kissed his forehead. "There now. Did you enjoy that sweetheart?" he nodded weakly, allowing her nipple to fall from between his lips.

"Oh yes. Oh yes I did"

"Yes what?"

He looked puzzled but quickly guessed what was meant and jokingly said "Yes Mummy..."

She smiled and squeezed him.

"Good boy…. Well I think that's fairly appropriate that you call me Mummy seeing as how you've been sucking at my breasts for the last twenty minutes and now, after nursing, you're lying next to me wearing wet pants!!"

David smiled sheepishly and turned to go and clean himself up. Lynn held him back.

"I think you should sleep with your wet pants on tonight. It might feel quite nice! Who knows....? You might even get used to it?"

With those words, Lynn patted his bottom and turned over to go to sleep. David lay with his eyes open - reliving and savouring the last half hour. As he began to fall asleep he could feel the moisture around his groin. A reminder of how his wife had made him wet himself.

***

David's sleep, when it came, was restless. He woke several times groggily wondering if he had dreamt it all. His hand moved down to his cock and he could still feel the moisture on its tip. He smiled to himself and snuggled down once again, savouring what Lynn had said to him and what she had encouraged him to do.

As the radio alarm sounded at 6:30a.m., his thoughts were interrupted by the annoyingly shrill and haughty tones of Sarah Kennedy on Radio 2.

“Why did she not go on holiday as frequently as Terry Wogan?” he mused to himself. David had always been irritated by her so it was no real hardship to get out of bed to make a pot of tea and some light breakfast for Lynn. This wasn't his normal practice but the thought was in his mind that Lynn might make the connection that this was, in some small way, an attempt at thanking her for last night. As he prepared her breakfast he thought how willing he would be to do this more regularly for her. To help more around the house... preferably nappied and dummied - he laughed at the idea… but still with a half hope in his mind.

Lynn was still in bed listening to the radio as he carried the tray into the bedroom.

"Breakfast is served Madam..." He stood deferentially at the side of the bed as she turned towards him and smiled.

"Oh! To what do I owe this surprise?" she smiled.

He returned her smile, placed the tray on her lap and replied, "Oh I just thought it would be nice for you."

"Thanks sweetie! Are you not having anything?"

"I've just had a glass of milk while I was making this for you."

"Mmm.. I can see you've had something. You've dribbled something onto your shirt."

She reached forward and rubbed the damp material between her finger and thumb. She smiled and looked mischievously at him.

"I don't know! What am I going to do with you?" she joked. "Wetting your pants in bed last night and now dribbling milk down your front! What next?”

He glanced down at his light blue pyjama top and saw the moist, dark area where his milk had indeed spilled down his front. David joined in with the joke and laughed with her - albeit a little nervously.

"OK - enjoy your breakfast then."

"Oh I will. I should have a little bell to ring when I want you to clear up shouldn't I? I think I could get used to being waited on." She smiled at him,

He bent down to pick up a magazine which had fallen to the floor. As his backside was nearest the bed, his wife patted it gently. Catching his eye, she smiled as he stood up. "Just checking you're not wet again! Maybe you will be later if you're a good boy!"

At that, he bent to kiss her and she returned the kiss. As he left the bedroom his thoughts were racing. Once again she had referred to him and his behaviour in the same way as she might talk about a little boy. He could feel his cock becoming hard at the thought of what she had said. Coupled with his own thoughts, ideas and dreams it was a potent mixture which was filling his mind.

David went downstairs and began clearing away the bits and pieces left from last night. After around 10 minutes he heard Lynn calling down to him.

“David?”

“Coming! Just a minute!”

He cleared the final glass and made his way upstairs again. Lynn had finished her breakfast and indicated that he could take the tray from her.

“Enjoy that?” he asked.

“Yes, A nice surprise. Thank you.” She paused for a moment and said, “Are you coming back to bed? I thought you might like another cuddle… like last night.”

David quickly agreed and placed the tray to one side. He climbed in beside her and shuffled across under the blankets. He discovered that she had already removed her top and his face rested against the bare flesh of her breasts.

Instinctively he turned his head towards her breast, his mouth opening to find the nipple. Lynn guided her breast towards him and her right hand went behind his head, pulling him into her.

David heard Lynn sigh deeply as he latched on and began to suck. His body relaxed as, in his mind, he became a nursing infant. Steadily he sucked and licked – Lynn stroked his hair gently and encouraged him to suck harder…

“Oh, that’s a good boy…. Such a good boy…." There was a pause of a few seconds. "Oh David, Wouldn’t it be wonderful if I could really feed you like this?"

This comment came out of the blue and made David gasp inwardly.

“David? Can I tell you something?” She hesitated, as if reconsidering her question.

David half grunted “Yes” – his mouth still full of breast.

“I’ve always loved holding you at my breast and I would love to be able to feed you – just like a baby. With real Mummy's milk. I’d love to have you need to come to me every few hours to nurse…. Would you like that darling or does that sound too weird?”

David nodded without pausing… the strength of his suckling increased. Lynn knew the effect her words were having.

“From now on, on the days I am at work, I am going to put you to the breast every morning and every night. When I am at home, I’d like to feed you more regularly. Would you like that?”

Once again David nodded – trying not to do it too enthusiastically.

“In fact, when I am at home, I’d be happy to feed you whenever you wanted me to. Perhaps I might even start feeding you during the night?” she squeezed him gently. His moan of satisfaction was all the response she needed.

He could not believe all that he was hearing. Lynn had always enjoyed David playing with her breasts and suckling her but he had been unaware of her desire for more.

“That’s decided then…. You just suck away and be a good boy for me….”

David detected a strange note of satisfaction in her tone as he closed his eyes…

***

Once or twice he felt himself dozing as he nursed at Lynn’s breast. He was so comfortable. Occasionally, as his mouth fell away from the engorged nipple, he would ‘catch’ himself and start to suck feverishly again. Each little re-start was rewarded with a squeeze from Lynn and a gentle and reassuring pat on the back accompanied by a small kiss on his forehead.

After a time, Lynn placed her finger gently at the corner of David’s mouth, pressed slowly and easily released the suction between his lips and her flesh.

“There now baby! Was that nice?”

David smiled sheepishly. The term ‘baby’, which had seemed so odd last night suddenly felt comfortable. David felt that Lynn was comfortable saying it to him.

David nodded with a grin… “Yes, that was wonderful. Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome.” Lynn replied with a broad smile.

At that, she swung her legs out of bed and rearranged her top. She stretched the blankets over her husband and went out of the bedroom.

David still could not come to terms with what had been said in the last hour or so. She had actually told him that she would love for him to effectively be dependent on her for regular breast feeding sessions! Even if there could be no real milk from her, the comfort and closeness and the feeling of being babied would be completely overwhelming.

He heard the shower running and got up and dressed. He had no plans for the day but knew that Lynn had been planning on going into town. Shopping wasn’t really his thing so despite the closeness they’d just experienced, David thought that he would stay at home.

Around 15 minutes later Lynn came into the kitchen where David was busying himself.

“OK. I’m off into town. Is there anything you want or you’d like me to bring back for you?” she asked as she picked up her car keys.

“Er… no… I can’t think of anything.”

This was patently a lie. For many years he had ached to answer that question with a request to bring him something babyish home. A bib; a dummy; a bottle… even a little toy – but he had never / could never bring himself to say it, even jokingly.

“Well, if you’re sure! I’m going to take a look around and have a coffee. I’m not going for anything particular…. Maybe some nipple shields if I’m going to be feeding you eh?” she laughed and hugged him briefly.

He half smiled, wanting to agree that that would be something he would love for her to buy.

As he watched her car disappear off the driveway, he was still excited by what had happened earlier and decided that with Lynn out of the house he would have a chance to have a quiet suck on one of his dummies which he had had hidden away for many years. Obviously the dummies were replaced regularly, he had three in different places around the house.

Two were just ordinary baby dummies - but his favourite was a large nippled one which he had bought from eBay a couple of months before. Although the shield was plain white - instead of a more babyish colour, the teat was larger than any other he had seen. It was orthodontic too - which he knew was better for his teeth! He didn't want to end up with buck teeth! That would take some explaining to his dentist!!

He had hidden this special dummy underneath his chest of drawers. To get to it, he had to remove the bottom drawer completely… and there, in a small plastic bag, lay the object of his infantile desire. He smiled to himself as he went to pick it up. He was already anticipating the feeling of calm which he knew he would feel as soon as he began to suckle on the teat.

Suddenly he heard a car door slam. His eyes widened! Lynn!

He stood up and glanced quickly out of the window as he heard Lynn come in the front door and immediately began climbing the stairs.

Frantically, he bent down and began to try and replace the drawer. However, in his haste, he couldn’t line it up properly and was still trying to realign it when Lynn came into the room.

“I forgot my phone. I left it on charge and… What are you doing?”

“Erm, nothing… just the drawer wasn’t shutting properly so I thought I’d…..”

“You thought you’d what?”

“I thought I’d take a look at it…” As he spoke he knew his comment sounded feeble and unbelievable.

“Let me see… You’re hopeless at things like that.” she joked.

“NO! It’s fine!!” he half yelled at her.

His reaction was unexpected and was a clear signal that something was amiss. There was something she wasn’t meant to see. She could see he was suddenly nervous and jumpy. He hadn’t been like this five minutes ago when they were both still bathing in the contentment of how they woke up this morning.

“No, David, it isn’t fine. Let me see. Move out of the way please....”

“But I……”

“I said move! Don’t make me cross!” Suddenly there was steel in her voice.

He gulped and stepped to one side as she moved past him.

She bent down and moved the drawer in slightly on it’s runners. It stuck after an inch or two.

“I think it’s sticking on something. I’ll take it out and have a proper look.”

She removed the entire drawer and craned her head down to see into the space it had left.

“There’s some plastic under here. A plastic bag or something... It looks like it’s getting stuck on this…”

She reached her hand in and withdrew the small bag which clearly held a dummy.

David's heart sank as she held it in front of her. Lost for words. David feared her reaction and began to babble…

“Er, I got it for a joke.. I thought it would…. “

She turned and looked at him. Standing up, she raised an eyebrow as she opened the bag and removed the dummy. Gripping the white plastic rim and twirling it slowly she considered what she had found.

“Hmmm! Seems I’ve got more of a baby than I thought?

David’s head hung in shame and embarrassment.

He could hear a slight smile in her voice as she said…

“Look at me David.”

He raised his face towards her expecting to see her wrath. Instead he saw a half smile and a look of mischief in her eyes.

“Open your mouth sweetheart.. Open your mouth because Mummy wants to give you your dummy. Your baby dummy…”

He began to shake his head weakly….

“I said.... Open!” She meant it. She really was going to make him suck on a baby's dummy.

His lips parted half reluctantly – this is what he had dreamed of for so many years but suddenly the reality of the situation felt deeply shaming and humiliating.

“Say please! Say ‘Please Mummy.. I need my dummy….”

“Oh Lynn, don’t….”

“Say it or it’ll get worse!”

“Please Mummy…. I need my dummy….”

"What do you need David? Does my baby need his little dummy?"

She smiled with contentment and excitement as he nodded his head.

Lynn chuckled to herself as she leaned towards him and popped the teat into his mouth. She held it for a moment…. “Suck it. Let me see you suck your dummy David!”

He began to suck softly.

"What a good baby you are! That suits you actually! I think I could get used to you having that in your mouth. I might not need the nipple shields now!" and she patted his cheek.

“Alright then baby..." she paused. "Come on then. You can come out with me then. Clearly someone who needs a dummy can’t be left in the house by themselves can they? So, go and get your shoes and coat on. Mummy is taking you shopping! Now I need to think about some other things we're going to need. Bring your credit card with you."

This was going to be fun!

***

Lynn studied David's face for a moment. She could sense his discomfort clearly. Although she loved him dearly, she somehow liked this feeling. This felt like a new found power. She hadn't expected to feel like this when she had decided to broach the idea of him being put to the breast more often. Of babying him a little.

He blushed crimson as she silently looked at him.

"Is that nice then?" she teased in a 'Mummy' voice.

He didn't answer. He felt real shame and embarrassment.

"Come over here darling..." she spoke reassuringly.

Lynn held out her hand to him and he took it, feeling self conscious. Squeezing his hand gently she guided him to the bed and told him to sit down.

Still sucking on the rubber teat, he gazed awkwardly up at his wife.

"I think a few things are going to have to change a little don't you?"

He tried to agree but his agreement came out as "Yeth."

Lynn, who was trying to maintain the moment looked surprised and then began chuckling..

"Oh I'm sorry baby but that is just so precious!! That sounds wonderful! Say it again for me sweetheart!"

David swallowed hard and said "Yeth.."

"Oh that is too funny!" and she laughed loudly at his expense. "That is perfect!"

She held his face in her hands, tilting it upwards. Her fingers stroked his cheeks.

"Now...we're going to go to the shops and you're going to be the perfect little boy aren't you?" David nodded once more, his face burning with acute embarrassment.

"Give Mummy your dummy. I'll keep it extra safe for you!" She emphasised 'extra safe' as if to assure him that his dummy wasn't about to be misplaced.

She tugged gently on the dummy ring, encouraging him to release the suction. It came out of his mouth with an audible pop which made Lynn smile. "Mummy will pop it under your pillow for when it's bedtime eh? Or baby might like it before then? We'll see!"

David watched his wife lift his pillow, place the dummy underneath and pat the pillow. "There now. Nice and safe and only Mummy and baby know it's there!"

She approached him and held out her hand. "Come on," she said sharply. David stood and took her hand. "Good boy!" she praised him gently.

Leading him downstairs, she told him to get his shoes and coat and be back at the door "...as fast as can be! Now scoot!" She swatted his bottom as he turned away.

He found himself hurrying automatically. He wanted to get back to the door quickly. Ready to go out. He was already anxious to please - perhaps over anxious - as he fumbled with his laces and then his jacket.

Within a couple of minutes though, he was presenting himself at the door.

Lynn stifled the giggle inside as he stood in front of her - awaiting approval.

"Stand up straight! Like a soldier."

She smiled her approval as he obeyed. Automatically, she looked him up and down. She gazed at his face and her brow furrowed a little. For a second, David was unsure of what had prompted this look. His answer came as she licked her finger and then proceeded to rub the side of his mouth to remove a small mark.

"Mummy should really wash your face before we go out but you'll have to do for now. I'll pop you in the bath before bedtime."

David felt like all of his Christmases had come at once! Lynn was speaking to him like a child. Removing any need for his input. Making decisions for him. His submissive feelings had never been more powerful.

As they walked towards the car, David strode towards the driver's side. As he reached the door he remembered he did not have the car keys. He looked at Lynn, expecting her to 'zap' the locks to allow him into the car. As he looked at her he could see her slightly raised and amused eyebrows.

"Er... I don't think so!" she said. "Into the passenger seat...and think yourself lucky that you're allowed in the front seat! For now..." she added with a smile.

He walked around the car and sheepishly climbed in. Even this felt odd as he usually drove whenever they went out.

"Put your seat belt on. Unless you want me to strap you in?" she smiled across at him.

She was finding this very easy David thought. Her tone of voice and condescending manner were perfect.

David couldn't see her smile of contentment as she turned her head away from him to reverse the car off the drive.

David wondered where they were going and gently asked the question.

"Oh, you'll see. You'll see. Don't you worry about that."

***

It soon became clear that they were not going in the usual direction to the shops. They were heading North, away from their normal town centre shopping precinct.

There was a slightly awkward silence in the car as David didn't know what to do or say, or even how much to do or say. He was still in a daze over the developing situation.

To alleviate the silence he stabbed at the power button on the car stereo, intending to listen to a few songs from his favourite Beatles CD.

"Ah ah!" Lynn reprimanded him by tapping the back of his hand gently. It was already all that was needed. She glanced across at him and then turned her eyes back to the road while gently wagging her finger at him.

"Mustn't touch!" She paused, changed lanes then continued.

"David. You're going to have to learn that when you're in the car, and you're my little boy, that you mustn't touch any of the dials or buttons when Mummy is driving. That's very naughty! Do you understand?"

David looked surprised and stuttered, "But I just..."

"It doesn't matter what you 'just' anything. I don't want you to play with any of the car controls and that's that. If you do - then I will punish you. Do you understand? I'm serious."

Again she paused to let the instruction sink in.

"Anyway, I think that when you are my little boy I'd be happier if you were in the back seat in future where I know you can't fiddle with things. Perhaps we can get a few little baby toys to keep in the back of the car so you've got something to play with when we're on a journey?" she laughed happily.

David wondered if she really was serious. Her next remark confirmed it for him.

"Oh I know! We'll get one of those toys - you know, those baby mobiles that stick to the car window! Maybe we can find one with little animals on it? Horses and giraffes and elephants? That should be enough to keep you amused...that and your big baby’s dummy of course!" She glanced across at him, then reached over and squeezed his knee.

"Don't look so worried! You'll enjoy it - once you're used to it...!"

He smiled weakly and whispered "I suppose...."

Lynn moved her left hand to the radio and selected a radio station playing classical music. She knew David wasn't keen on it but she was - and the sooner David got used to her making his decisions for him - the better it was going to be...for them both. She turned it up just enough to stifle conversation. She wanted to leave him to his own imagination. She knew that at this stage, it was the most powerful and controlling thing she could do to him.

The rest of the journey passed with the accompaniment of Beethoven & Mozart. David was getting bored with the conversational silence and classical music. His mind however was, as Lynn knew it would be, occupied with thoughts of what the rest of the day held.

They turned into the car park of an enormous trading estate. The car park was teeming with shoppers of all ages and sizes. It could have been anyone of hundreds of similar estates across the country. Lynn, however had chosen this one as it was far enough from home to make it unlikely they would see anyone they knew. Her intended purchases might be a little difficult to explain to an acquaintance.... at the moment.

Lynn pulled the car up outside 'Toys R Us'. As she switched the engine off, she turned to David and spoke quietly.

"Now... If you do as you're told, you will enjoy this. If not, then you won't. This is something I really want to do so listen carefully. When we are in the shops, I simply want you to watch and listen. I literally don't want to hear a sound from you. No comment or complaint. When I have finished shopping you will pay for everything. Is that clear?"

David nodded acceptance.

"Stay there. Do not move." Lynn opened her car door and walked around to the passenger side where she opened the door. Smiling at his obedience, she leaned over him to unfasten his seat belt. As she did so she made sure her breasts brushed against his face as she stretched. Unconsciously he leaned in towards them… just like a baby. His infantile reflex did not go unnoticed by Lynn and she smiled to herself.

Efficiently, she released the buckle and straightened up. Stepping back a little she said, "Come on then. Out you come!" David realised that his wife sounded as though she was talking to a small toddler.

David swung his legs around and climbed out of the car.

"Stand there darling." Lynn said and pointed to the exact point at which she wanted him. He stepped into position and stood obediently as she closed the car door and locked it. She dropped the keys into her handbag and zipped it shut. Hooking it over her shoulder, she turned to him and said;

"Give me your handie."

This was to be the first of the infantile expressions Lynn used that day.

Without thought, David extended his hand towards her outstretched fingers. She clasped his hand tightly. It seemed as though she was gripping his hand tighter than usual as she tugged him gently after her and manoeuvred between the cars.

After a few steps, she stopped and turned to look at him. She stared into his eyes to make sure she had his attention.

"Now - you don't let go of Mummy's hand do you understand?" She squeezed his hand to emphasise her instruction. "There are lots of big cars here that might knock you over if you don't stay close to me. Come on."

They set off again weaving between the parked cars and the shoppers - making their way towards Toys R Us.

The front entrance was staffed by two teenage girls who were handing out balloons emblazoned with the store logo.

Lynn saw them and whispered to David,

"Would you like a balloon to play with sweetheart? I could tie it round your wrist so it doesn't float away! I wouldn't want to see upset and tears if that happens!"

She could see the mixture of terror and embarrassment in his eyes at the thought of being given a balloon. His look both amused and excited her. She stopped once more and gazed at him. Her loving smile reassured him that this was meant to be fun but that it was simultaneously infantilising him - making him increasingly dependent on her.

She sensed that sending him to ask for a balloon was too much...too soon. That could wait for another day - for she knew there were to be many more. She could not resist teasing him a little more though.

"Perhaps we'll get one from the lady when we come out?"

‘Lady?’ David thought? She was more than young enough to be his daughter!

They continued towards the shop entrance and one of the girls smiled at them as they approached. Lynn laughingly said to the teenager;

"We'll get one on the way out. He'll only get too excited and end up playing with it and bursting it inside the shop."

The teenager laughed in response and, staring directly at David, said that she would keep one especially for him for when they came out. He felt as though the teenager was looking deep into his eyes - as though she knew of his inner yearning to accept the infantile 'gift'.

David felt his face flush as red as the balloons in the girls' hands. Of course Lynn knew how innocent it all sounded but to David that exchange had felt as though Lynn was making it clear to anyone within earshot that he was being treated as a small child - one easily amused by a toy balloon.

Lynn quickened her pace, squeezed his hand and led him into the store entrance.

***

David moved to pick up a net shopping bag but Lynn resisted his pull and guided him towards where the trolleys were parked.

"I think we may as well get a few things. Seeing as how you're paying!" she chuckled.

Squeezing his hand before releasing it, Lynn pulled a trolley free from the line which were jammed tightly together. With a sharp wrench it came free and Lynn indicated to David that he should push the trolley "...like a big boy..."

David noted that Lynn seemed to be making no attempt at lowering her voice when she spoke to him like this. His emotions were split into pieces. Part of him wanted the ground to swallow him up when she spoke to him as though he were a toddler… another part of him relished it and craved more of it... and yet another part of him adored being gently humiliated - he couldn't yet understand yet that his sense of humiliation was more intense for him as his mind was allowing him to believe that everyone could plainly see this infant in a man's body. The reality was that no one really noticed...and if they did what could they say?

As they entered the store, David's senses felt bombarded by the hustle and bustle...the bright, primary colours...the gentle muzak playing through cheap overhead speakers. All of this was alien to him. He'd seen stores like this on TV but had never been in a toy store such as this.

His eyes darted around the cavernous space trying to absorb it all. He followed the direction of the trolley half blindly as his attention jumped from one thing to another. He wanted to speak.

"Lynn?"

She stopped suddenly and looked sharply at him.

"I told you not to utter a sound!" she hissed. "What did I tell you?" she waited.

David looked surprised but without thinking he hung his head - hardly daring to look at her as he now remembered her words from when they were in the car.

Apologetically he muttered, "Not to say anything.."

"I told you not to make a sound! That's what I told you."

She leaned towards him and whispered in his ear.

"Disobey me and I will smack the top of your legs here and now in the shop!"

David could not believe what he was hearing and laughed nervously. He noticed other shoppers nearby. He felt as though they were watching - which added to his anxiety. His laughter was cut short by the look on Lynn's face. If she was still playing she looked very serious. He smiled to lighten the moment and, as he did so, Lynn's eyes widened - she raised her eyebrows and raised her right hand towards him. He flinched at her gesture and knew she would go through with it if necessary.

Lynn saw him flinch and knew that smacked legs weren't necessary this time. She pointed to the trolley handle and clicked her thumb and index finger - instructing him to resume pushing.

Lynn adjusted her shoulder strap and began walking once more. David kept pace as they passed aisle after aisle of toys and dolls and action figures and.... 'Babies R Us'?

They had come into a more open area of the store which was stacked; it seemed, from floor to ceiling with baby goods. Huge baby pink; baby blue; pale yellow and green signs swung above their heads...their movement almost imperceptible yet definite.

David saw cots; prams; buggies; playpens; highchairs; baby rompers; pretty baby dresses; shelves of nappies. He wanted to take it all in. He wished in his heart that even just for a little while he could once again fit comfortably into the nursery furniture and that all of the beautiful soft baby clothes could somehow fit his body once more. Even the baby pink dresses! Even now thought he could not admit it to Lynn.

Nevertheless, he smiled at the thought. All of his baby thoughts in the past had been of him as a baby boy...but the cuteness and close proximity of all of the clothes somehow excited him. Even the little girl ones.

"Up here sweetheart!" The sound of Lynn's voice snatched him back to reality. A reality that he was unfamiliar with outside of his deepest and longest held fantasies.

Lynn guided the trolley into an aisle emblazoned with the legend 'Baby Food and Accessories'. The shelves were lined with baby items. The aisle must have been 30 yards long! Two sides. Small items placed tantalisingly within reach. Larger pieces of equipment stood on shelves labelled 'Please ask assistant for help if you require this item'. Lynn pointed the sign out to David and smiled a mischievous smile. Her eyes glinted as she smiled…. the implication was clear.

"This is going to be such fun!!! I've never bought baby equipment before! I've always just bought little gifts for christening presents. I never thought I'd have my own little baby to care for!"

She squeezed his arm with excitement. He allowed himself a smile as he considered the items they were about to buy. They were, after all, for him...to allow him to become his wife's baby. He just didn't know how far she intended to take it.

Lynn stood in front of the 'Feeding' section. David watched attentively as she gazed at a display of baby bottles of different sizes; shapes and colours. Some of the names were familiar to him from his youth when he had first become aware of wanting to be babied.

'Maws'...he remembered buying his first feeding bottle when he was in his teens. He remembered the locking cap as being made from white plastic and larger, deeper than other bottles. The memory was complete when he recalled the orangey coloured teat protruding through it and how it had felt the first time he had placed it into his own mouth at 14 years old.

Now though, the woman he loved was picking different bottles off the shelf, opening boxes and rotating the bottles in her hand.

"This feels very comfortable to hold." she said studying an Avent bottle. “Not too big... Young babies have to be fed very frequently you know. So it's important that the bottle is comfortable for Mummy too..." She mused for a moment - lost in thought and then continued.

"Every four hours or so...and that's just baby milk! They need boiled water too. To keep them hydrated properly. I think we're going to need at least half a dozen bottles and about the same number of teats again so that there are always spares in the house. Some babies end up chewing on the teats - particularly older babies." She flashed him a knowing glance.

Finally she decided on the Avent style of bottle. The “Feeding System” as it was labelled. It's packaging proudly proclaiming how it was 'as close to breast feeding as it could be'....how the shape of the teat replicated 'the shape of the breast in the baby's mouth'.

Lynn tapped the box as she showed it to David. "Just like breast feeding it says here! We'll see!" She handed him the box containing eight feeding bottles. David took it from her and tried not to stare at the images of the mother feeding her baby which was printed large on the box top.

He placed it in the basket and looked back to see Lynn looking at packets of teats. She turned, and by way of explanation, told him:

"...different flow rates...depending on the age of the baby."

She studied the three small packs
"...slow flow for newborn.... Medium flow and fast....? You know what? I think I'll get all three types and then we can try them over a few weeks and I can see which one is best for baby and see which he prefers. We might need different flow rates for different drinks! It's all so new to me."

She dropped the packets into the trolley with hardly a glance at David. He looked at them and saw that each packet contained four teats. Twelve spares in addition to one on each bottle. Twenty teats! It was clear that Lynn was intending to get a lot of use from these bottles.

She moved to one side and began looking at the array of dummies. The range of colours and styles were bewildering. Different sizes for different ages. Decorated and plain.

"Do we have any other dummies at home David?" she asked casually.

David nodded sheepishly and Lynn smiled broadly at his admission - given so easily.

"I think I'll get a few spares - then I can always have one when the baby needs one. I'll have to start carrying one in my handbag won't I? And of course, there'll have to be one in the car glove box. So...let's see... If I get four that should be enough to be going on with and then you can dig the others out when we get home can't you sweetheart?"

Lynn began sifting through the packs of dummies. The first pack she chose was a double pack with characters from Winnie The Pooh on them. David saw the familiar cartoon images of Pooh and Tigger which seemed to be gently laughing at him – this big baby - from behind the plastic covering.

Next into the trolley was a larger looking dummy which seemed to be wholly made of rubber. The mouth shield and dummy ring seemed to have been moulded together. He hadn't seen a dummy like that for many years...since he was a child. He gulped at the dizzying selection which was growing in front of his eyes.

As he took it all in there was a final item dropped into the trolley. Another dummy. This time it was pink. Predominantly pink with a very small area of white which was covered with a small cartoon image of Tinkerbell...her wings glittering under the fluorescent store lights.

He looked quickly at Lynn. She returned his look - she had expected it. She wrinkled her nose and smiled at him. She waited to see if David would comment. That would of course risk smacked legs...had he remembered? Lynn smiled again as he maintained his silence but she knew he would be wondering why she had chosen to buy what was clearly a dummy for a little girl. Someone's ‘little princess’.

Lynn decided to tease him further. She picked it out of the trolley and studied it, showing it to David.

"Pretty isn't it? I love the little fairy on the front! Can you see her twinkle? Can you?"

She studied his eyes closely and could sense his discomfort. As she replaced the dummy she also noticed signs of clear enjoyment in his trousers. She smiled, turned and gently patted his bottom. "Come on baby. Let's see all the other lovely baby things."

Once again, she held her hand out and David obediently took it.

***

It was only a few short steps until Lynn stopped again. Her face lighting up once more.

"Oh look! Aren't these adorable?" She reached up slightly and rubbed the soft fabric of a baby bib between her finer and thumb.

"Pop Over Bibs..." she said to herself as she lifted a pack of three from the hook holding them. Each bib featured a different design showing cartoon animals.

Lynn held the bibs where David could inspect them as well. His erection seemed even more evident as she instructed him to "...feel how soft they are..." and "imagine how lovely that must feel around a little baby's neck..." The texture of the material was indeed very soft.

Lynn teased, "...and it would get softer every time they were washed - which would be a lot because little, tiny, tiny babies are very messy aren't they?"

Each bib was for a different time of day. 'Breakfast'; 'Dindins' & 'Teatime'. The animals printed on the bibs were all dressed in human style clothes. A duck in a jacket; a rabbit in dungarees and a squirrel in jeans and t-shirt - all playing happily with a different toy.

"We'll have a pack of these but we'll have to look at getting some bigger ones to cover baby’s entire front won't we? Perhaps on that eBay website you're so fond of. I want you to show me how to buy things from eBay. Who knows what things I might find for babies?"

David swallowed hard. He knew precisely the range of items she might find if she searched for 'Adult Baby'. Nevertheless, he nodded acceptance… there wasn’t any point in refusing.

She turned back to the display and her eyes once again scanned the infantile objects.

David noticed her eyes stop as she spotted a small white lacy bib with white lace ties. It was, even by baby standards, small. "I think this is just to make the baby look pretty don't you? I don't think it would be much good catching mess!" she laughed.

She contemplated for a second, glanced at her husband and moved towards him. Pursing her lips as though in concentration.

"Look at me sweetheart."

David automatically turned and faced her and his heart sank to his shoes with embarrassment as she held the bib up to his neck, leaning back slightly, contemplating it's appearance and effect around his neck. David was frozen like a rabbit caught in headlights.

She gently eased the collar of the bib wider so it encircled the front of his neck. He felt, and looked, ridiculous...as though every other shopper was staring at him. Lynn held it in place, appraising it's appearance for perhaps ten seconds before removing it and folding it gently in two. Dropping it into the trolley she said, "I want my baby to look pretty as well. So we'll have that!"

David was finding it difficult to even lift his face to look at other shoppers by now. He could see families with small children & babies browsing; busying themselves; buying supplies. His emotions were like a maelstrom. He was uncertain how to feel. Exactly as his wife intended.

Standing next to Lynn, also studying the bibs, was a young woman, perhaps in her mid-20's with a tiny baby in a carrier strapped to her chest. He gulped as he saw Lynn turn to the woman and begin a conversation. The woman was holding a bib which was exactly the same as the one which Lynn had just put in their trolley.

"Aren't they just gorgeous?” he heard his wife say to the woman.

"Yes, they are. Not very practical but they look lovely don't they? The sort of thing to put on them when we take the baby with us to visit friends so they look extra cute & adorable", the woman commented.

"Oh yes!" Lynn said. "I suppose so. I can just picture the baby wearing one of these when we visit my sister's. Good idea!" She smiled past the woman at David as she spoke.

This surely was a joke? Lynn's sister Loren was someone he'd always liked...even felt attracted to when they were younger but she had always projected a rather 'superior' manner towards David...from the first time they’d met all those years ago. He had always got the impression that Loren thought that somehow he wasn't good enough for her sister. He was, she thought, 'below' her; somewhat inferior and inadequate. The thought of Loren seeing him bibbed terrified him. He reassured himself that Lynn was simply teasing him.

His attention returned to Lynn's browsing. Toddler feeding cups were dismissed as "Too difficult for a young baby." The very idea of David being allowed such a grown up drink holder was clearly ridiculous to Lynn.

"Hmmm. Milk... what might be best do you think? There are so many different types." As she spoke, David moved the trolley to one side to let a family with a pram go past. He smiled weakly at them and his smile was weakly returned.

"I said which kind of baby milk would you like???" His heart raced as he turned to see his wife glaring at him.

"I...er...I don't... The...er...." David was mortified not just by the question - although that was bad enough - but primarily by the volume at which it had been asked. The family with the pram all turned and looked at Lynn and David. They raised their eyebrows, smiled and turned away chuckling to themselves and commenting under their breath to one another.

"Well?" continued Lynn. "Which would you prefer?" David's eyes raced over the shelves and he pointed weakly at a box - the contents of which he had no clue.

"No David. That's Follow On milk. That's only for older babies. Now don't be silly and come and stand next to me."

He shuffled next to her and she took his hand and squeezed it. She looked at him and gave him a broad, loving smile. Her eyes were sparkling with mischief. She was enjoying this new found ‘power’ over her husband.

At the touch of her hand, David instantly felt calmer and he returned her smile. She whispered..."Don't worry. They don't know us and we'll never see them again. We're doing nothing wrong. I'm just buying baby things for the new baby I found in my house today!" and she laughed.

"Now...back to milk." She picked up several different types. "I'm going to just buy the 'Ready to Feed' boxes at first. There's no point in buying the big tins of baby milk powder until I know which one you're going to take most easily without being sickly. I don't want a sickly baby do I?"

She put four different types of baby milk into the trolley. SMA Gold; SMA White (for hungrier babies); Milupa First milk and finally Cow & Gate milk (suitable to six months). Two large boxesbof each.

"There! That should do for now. Once I know which milk you're happiest on, I will buy the tins of baby milk powder. That will be cheaper and I like the idea of making up feeds. Now... what next?"

'What next indeed?' thought David.

They moved towards 'Baby Accessories'. Lynn saw a display of car window sun blinds. There were several different designs. Some plain black - while others had nursery designs on them. Tweenies; Teletubbies; Winnie The Pooh and, in a perfect twist... some from the ‘John Lennon Nursery Range’. David had adored The Beatles from being young and it amused Lynn to think how ironic it was that David's latest Beatle acquisition should be in the form of baby equipment.

"We'll need these to keep the sun off you when you're in the back of the car won't we?" Lynn smiled as she lifted down a pack of two blinds with drawings of giraffes and elephants on them...

"Just think! You'll be able to have your dummy in your mouth and your toys to play with and no one will be able to see! Won't that be lovely on a trip out with Mummy?"

David noticed that Lynn was no longer referring to 'the baby'. Every comment was clearly with regard to him. She was making no attempt now to disguise who the items were for. David moved closer to her to obviate the need for her to speak so loudly. Some hope.

"Last thing in here..." Lynn said.

David gave a sigh of relief - although this had felt exciting, it had been humiliating too.

"Oh blast! I can't see them!" She moved smartly along the aisle, her eyes scanning the products to no avail.

"Excuse me miss! Miss!" she called to an assistant who was passing the end of the aisle.

The girl turned and approached them.

"Yes madam. How may I help?"

David recognised her as the girl who had been standing outside handing out balloons. He shifted uncomfortably as the girl glanced at the contents of the trolley and then at him.

"I am trying to find one of those walking reins for toddlers. The ones where one end wraps around Mummy's wrist and the other that goes around baby's? Do you sell them?"

Once again the girl glanced at the trolley contents and then at him. This time she smiled as she looked at him. David felt that he knew what she was thinking. She had joked about keeping a balloon for him and now this woman was enquiring about a walking rein for a toddler...yet their trolley was full of items meant for a much smaller child. A baby incapable of walking unaided.

The girl turned to Lynn and offered to show her where "the reins" are. As they began to walk up the aisle, Lynn told David to "Hurry up!” He moved quicker and trailed two or three steps behind them.

At the head of the aisle they stopped and the girl pointed to the walking reins.

"We have lots of different colours available as you can see. If you want more security when you're out with the baby, I can recommend these more traditional baby reins. Probably more suited to the younger toddler just learning to walk. The beauty of these..." she said, looking directly at David, "...is that they are fully adjustable so can be used for a long time as the baby grows up or needs to be kept close to his Mummy.”

"Thanks so much. I'll just take the wrist rein for now. He's quite a confident walker but like all little ones, he's prone to slip up sometimes!" Lynn laughed.

"If I can be of any more help, then please let me know." She smiled and began to walk away. She stopped abruptly and swung around to Lynn. "I'll make sure there's a balloon at the checkout when you leave!", she winked and sniggered. She looked directly at David and said teasingly, "What's your favourite colour?"

It was a rhetorical question designed to embarrass him. David however, found himself replying quietly, "Blue."

"Blue it will be then! I'll go and sort that out for you!" she walked off, clearly amused.

Lynn quickly scolded him. "Say thank you Miss! Now!"

Automatically he called "Thank you Miss!"

She turned and acknowledged his thanks before disappearing round the corner of the aisle.

"Well, I think we've got everything I'll need for the next few days...oh! Apart from..." she paused. "Ah… They're next door..."

David's brow furrowed in question. Lynn saw his puzzled look and calmed him. "It's just a couple of things we need from the shop next door. Come on... Checkout."

David stood quietly beside the trolley as Lynn put the items onto the trolley. David's eyes searched anxiously around the checkout area hoping not to see the teenager who had served them earlier. He was only half listening to Lynn as she chatted to the woman on the checkout about how expensive baby equipment was nowadays.

Soon the items were in three bags. Lynn coughed and David remembered he had to pay for these items which were for his regression play. His anxiety almost made him forget his PIN number but thankfully it went through and he thanked the woman.

Lynn indicated that he should carry the bags and David grabbed them quickly...keen to get back to the car.

The two lighter bags in one hand and the heavier in the other he walked beside Lynn, breathing a sigh of relief. Prematurely as it transpired.

"Excuse me! Madam!" a young female voice called.
Once again David cringed inwardly. It was the teenage sales assistant carrying a blue balloon with the "Babies R Us" logo printed on it.

"Don't forget the balloon for the baby!" she said as she approached.

Lynn laughed and thanked her. Taking a bag from David, Lynn said it was going to be difficult for her husband to carry it. "I know!" Lynn suggested. "Can you tie it around his wrist please? Then it won't get lost!"

The assistant beamed with delight. "Of course Madam." She knelt down a little so that she was level with David's wrist. She looped the string around and tied a knot in it. "Not too tight?" she asked as she stood up. As she stood, she patted his hand reassuringly.

David was speechless. He simply shook his head and blushed heavily.

"Thank you so much..." Lynn thanked her.

"My pleasure. Really!" she smiled.

"David? What do you say?"

"Eh? What?" he stammered.

"I said...'What do you say to the lady for the lovely balloon?" Lynn was pushing him.

"Thank you for the balloon Miss."

"You are very welcome! I hope you don't burst it too soon! Bye! Call again soon!"

Lynn linked arms with David and guided him out of the shop to the next 'shopping opportunity'.

David could never have imagined where his snatched sucking of the hidden dummy would lead.

***

David's relief was evident as they left the store. Lynn was beaming at him.

"Well done! You did very well for your first baby shopping trip." She leaned towards him and kissed his cheek. "Clever boy."

She looked around her, saw the store she was looking for and squeezed his hand.

"Now...let's take these things to the car and then I need to go to Boots for a couple of things."

She took his hand and grinned at the ‘Babies R Us’ balloon still bobbing over his head.

With the items safely arranged in the car boot, Lynn closed the lid and turned to David. "I think you should keep your balloon - just in case you get bored and need something to occupy you."

"I can't love!" David complained. "I just can't walk around with a 'Babies R Us' balloon fastened to my wrist! Please! I'm serious! Don't make me do it...please!"

Lynn patiently took a breath and spoke directly to him...looking into his eyes.

"Yes you can...and you will." She paused to let it sink in. "You and I both know that a new little baby is carrying his toy balloon. No one else does. If they look at you, they'll assume you are carrying it for a child. Stop being silly and thinking that the world revolves around you. That really is an infantile way of looking at things! Now...give me your other hand and come along."

There was little point in protesting as he knew from experience that once Lynn made her mind up - there was no changing it.

She took his hand and walked across the car park towards the large Boots the Chemist superstore. He tried to show his disapproval by walking slowly, almost dragging his feet.

"Come on! Do you want smacked legs? Well? Do you?"

He picked up his pace reluctantly, obediently allowing himself to be led.

As they entered the door Lynn picked up two baskets. Handing one to David, she gave him a choice.

"Right. Do you want to do shopping where you can simply get things off a shelf or do you want to go and ask one of the assistants where the big baby's nappies and pants are?"

David was genuinely taken aback. Nappies and pants? There was no way he could ask for them. The feeling of being ridiculed by the teenager in the last store had been bad enough.

"Oh come on Lynn. This really is going too far now. Let's go back to the car and we'll talk about..."

"Excuse me miss?" Lynn called to a middle aged assistant cutting David's protests short. "Excuse me?"

"Yes? Can I help you?"

"I hope so. I'm looking for adult incontinence wear and wondered if you could show me your range please? Our GP recommended we try your products in the early stages."

Lynn was ignoring David's 'look of horror'. This was a conversation in which he was not included, even though the nappies were for him.

"Certainly madam. All of the incontinence supplies are in the third aisle, beside female sanitary products." She pointed across the store.

"Could you show us please? I'd prefer not to have to ask anyone else to help," Lynn confided.

"Of course, no problem. If you'd just like to follow me?" She turned on her heels and strode purposefully towards the distant aisle.

"Come along sweetheart!" Lynn said, squeezing his hand in encouragement.

David felt dizzy with events. Events were moving very quickly.

The assistant, Margaret, gestured them into the aisle and pointed to shelves of bulky packages labelled 'Stay Dry'.

"This is the full range here. We've got other sizes in the stockroom but all the styles are here. May I ask...are the products for a man or woman?"

"Oh they're for a man."

"OK - well there are a couple of styles which are popular for men. There are these pads which slip inside normal underwear and offer the least protection. The second option is to use the pad with special waterproof underwear. You see, it just slips inside a special 'pocket' in the pants. The pants are at the end of this aisle. They offer more security against leakage and slight wetting problems. The other option is what are referred to as 'slip pads'. The easiest description is that they are a complete incontinence solution. To be honest, they're an adult sized nappy. We do recommend though that they are worn with protective waterproof pants - which we also sell."

Lynn lifted the pack from the shelf and studied the image on the packet. These were perfect. The image of her nappied husband toddling around the house amused her.

"These are packs of eight nappies?" Lynn enquired.

David noted the use of the word 'nappies'. Suddenly the conversation the two women were having had moved to baby references...moving away from adult incontinence.

"Yes, we stock packs of eight but larger quantities are available. In fact, we do a home delivery service. Nappies can be brought to your door on a regular basis...say once a week depending on how many nappies are used."

Now she was talking about nappies! David shuffled uncomfortably and began to fidget. Lynn noticed and tutted at him. He looked at her, a little sulkily she thought.

"Are these the only nappies you sell?” Lynn enquired.

“Well, apart from the baby sized ones, these are the only ones we have in stock. However, we can get other brands if you prefer. They can also be delivered to your door."

"I like the idea of home delivery. I don't think eight nappies will last us long...so buying in bulk makes sense to me..." Her sentence was cut short as she noticed David fidgeting again.

"Hey! Stop fidgeting. I'm trying to sort this out as quickly as I can. Just stand still for a few more minutes. Play with your balloon if you're bored." And with that, she yanked the string, making the balloon bounce on her husband's wrist. "There we are! Isn't that fun?"

The assistant observed the curious interaction and smiled.

Lynn turned back to Margaret and said, "We'll take two packs today and if you could give me the details of the nappy delivery service - that would be super. Thanks!"

"Of course. I'll get a leaflet for you. Will you be needing the pants too?" Margaret enquired with a smile.

"Oh yes." Lynn replied. "I almost forgot! Are they plastic or rubber? How many pairs would you suggest?"

"Well, it really depends how many nappies he gets through. If you're changing him regularly during the day, I would suggest four pairs. Then you've always got spares. They can be easily washed but tend to crack after a while. It's sensible to always use plastic to be honest. Once he gets used to the extra protection they give, it's difficult to go back to not wearing them. One drawback though is that they can be quite noisy. Having said that, I don't think anyone really notices," Margaret confided.

"These are the plastics." Margaret handed Lynn a discreetly packaged transparent pair of adult sized plastic pants. "We don't sell rubber pants. They are more for babies...but some adults / carers do prefer them. I'm sure if you looked on the Internet, you would be able to find exactly what you were looking for...in style, colour or even type of print! They say you can find anything on the Internet!"

"Yes I think that's probably true! I must start looking when I get home!" Both women laughed at the thought that they perhaps shared. Lynn shot David a meaningful glance.

"We'll take the four pairs then. Two pairs of the clear ones and two pairs of the frosted plastic... Actually, they're quite cute aren't they?" Lynn smiled as she examined them more closely.

"Yes they are. Actually they remind me of the plastic pants I used to use when my children were tiny! Seems a long time ago!" Margaret remembered.

"Well...", Lynn said, "you never know when you might have another baby to look after do you?"

"No... It seems not!" Margaret replied. "Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"No, I don't think so. The only thing we'll need now will be Baby Oil and some creams. I wouldn't want an adult with nappy rash would I?"

Lynn turned to David.

"Guess what you're going to be wearing by the end of the afternoon? I'm going to have you in a nappy and plastic pants this afternoon. Think about it baby." she whispered... "A nappy and plastic pants. A nappy and plastic pants..." Her voice was hypnotic. Her words like a mantra drilling into his conscious and unconscious mind.

Lynn studied his face and smiled to herself. He didn't comment. There was no resistance from him...just acceptance. She pressed her advantage home. Leaning close once more she whispered,

"I'm going to bathe you; shave you; put you in your nappy...your plastic pants and one of your white t-shirts. You can crawl around the floor for me while you suck on your dummy and then I’m going to bib you and bottle feed you while I watch TV. Then I’ll put you to bed...by eight o'clock!"

"Eight o'clock?"

"Yes. Eight o'clock. I know it's quite late but I'd like you down by then because then I can relax and watch my programmes instead of all of the car programmes you inflict on me! Of course, I'll have to make some more bottles for you for during the night but that won't take me long." she chuckled at the thought.

"Now come on - let's get the toiletries!" Lynn took his hand again and strode towards the baby department. David could see huge images of smiling babies and mothers looking down at him from the walls of the store. Wherever he walked, their eyes seemed to follow him. Mocking this adult infant.

Lynn began to fill David's basket with toiletries. Nappy rash cream, Baby moisturising cream; Baby Oil; Baby powder; Petroleum jelly; Baby hair shampoo; Baby oil gel.... David was losing track as the pile increased. It seemed as though Lynn was clearing the shelves.

"You are going to smell gorgeous! Just like a real tiny baby. When you're out in future people will smell the baby scent and start looking for the little baby! Imagine what they'll think when they see your padded botty and hear your crinkly pants! Won't that be lovely to get all the attention from the ladies?"

His sense of embarrassment and thought of future humiliation presently outweighed any feeling of pleasure to come.

He could hardly wait to get out of the shop.

They made their way to the checkouts and, to his horror, had to join a queue which grew quickly.

David's heart sank when two young women joined the queue immediately behind them. Both were attractive and clearly enjoying one another's company. David felt very conscious that the items which he and Lynn were carrying were clearly on display to the women. The nappies were clearly adult nappies and the toiletries were clearly infant supplies. David squirmed inside as the women stopped chatting. That meant they were looking around while waiting... The balloon on his wrist felt like a beacon announcing to them that he was no more than a baby.

Would this queue never move?

He became aware of whispers and gentle giggling but he didn't dare turn around in case they saw his blushes.

"Cashier number 4 please..." the tannoy announced. David almost ran forward to the checkout.

He couldn't unpack quickly enough. Mentally urging the cashier to pack faster - as if by packing the items in a bag it would hide his shame.

He paid for the items under Lynn's watchful gaze and took the bag from the counter and turned to leave.

"What do you say?"

Lynn's voice jerked him back as effectively as the baby reins she had spoken of earlier. This time he knew what he had to do.

"Thank you..."

"That's better. Good boy!" Lynn teased and winked at the girl. "Come on then Back to the car!"

As he left the store David couldn't resist glancing back at the two women. They were both watching him as he left. They both had broad smiles and the brunette raised her hand and waved by opening and closing her hand as if waving to a young toddler. David cringed as she mouthed quietly... "Bye bye baby...."

The back seat of the car couldn't come soon enough.

***

"Right! That's done I think. Lots of things to play with when we get home!" Lynn laughed. "I've enjoyed that! We do need to think about where we're going to get nappies from in future though. I like the idea of home delivery. Wouldn't it be funny if the van that came to the door had 'Boots Nappy Delivery Service' on the side?"

She giggled at the thought but David wasn't so sure. This had spun out of his control so quickly he was unsure what to do next. As it happened, the decisions pertaining to his life were disappearing more quickly than even he could imagine.

They walked back to the car and Lynn placed the bag of nappies and pants in the boot of the car. David made no attempt to ask for the keys. He already knew there was no point. Instead of walking to the driver's side after closing the boot, she walked very slowly to the passenger side and opened the rear door. She fixed him with her gaze as she held the door open.

"Come on then sweetheart. In you jump!" The voice was unmistakably that of a mother to a child.

"But that's just..." David stammered.

"That's just where you are going to sit today for the journey home." she cut him off before he could finish.

He didn't move. Foolishly trying to maintain some semblance of independence and manhood.

"Well, if you don't want to sit in the back that's fine." Lynn conceded."You can sit in the front and pretend you're all grown up and perhaps we can stop off at Loren's on the way home? She always likes to see what new things I've been getting at the shops. I'm sure she'd love to see the shopping that we got today! I wonder what she might say when she sees the things for the new baby? Won't she be thrilled to know that she's going to be an Auntie?"

His heart sank and he gulped hard. David was surprised that Lynn gad even thought of such an idea! He didn’t want Loren involved. He consciously tried to remain nonchalant. If he showed her his real reaction she would know she had another 'lever' to make him perform as she wished him to.

David decided that resisting her was futile. He sighed with resignation and stepped towards the still open door.

Lynn smiled broadly. "That's better. You are a good boy really. I know that. You just have to learn to do as you are told in future. Mummies don't change their minds once they're made up! Now come on. In you get, there's a good boy."

David climbed into the back seat; his head lowered...defeated.

Lynn leaned in and patted his leg. "There...that's not so bad is it? Do you want me to strap you in baby?" she chuckled.

"No. I'll do it myself." David grunted in response. His face clearly sulking.

"Oh dear," she mocked gently. "Is this your first baby tantrum?" She smiled, tickled him under his chin and then stroked his cheek with the back of her fingers. "Perhaps you need one of the dummies out of the bag to calm you down eh?"

She leaned back out of the car as if to go and retrieve a soother for him.

"No!" he exclaimed...."No I don't want one..."

"Are you sure sweetie? I can easily get one... perhaps one with Tigger on it?" she pressed home her advantage.

David looked down at his lap, feeling humiliated but strangely thankful for all that Lynn was doing and saying.

"Alright then baby… you try and be a big boy for a little while longer... Not yet. Soon though. Soon." Lynn smirked. "Keep your handies away from the door now…!” David placed them on his lap.

Lynn began to close the door and stopped. Smiling to herself she reached down the side of the door and David heard a clear click.

Lynn smiled. "Child lock... I don't want to have to worry about you opening the door by yourself. Mummy will get you out of the car from now on. Do you understand?"

David nodded.

"Say 'Yes Mummy'."

"Yes....Mummy...."

"Clever boy. Soon you will call me Mummy without even thinking about it. In fact, from now on... I want you to call me Mummy when you speak to me when we are on our own. I think I'd like that. It'll remind you that you're my baby boy."

Lynn climbed into the driver’s seat and started the car. She glanced in the rear view mirror and smiled.

"I can see you! Yoo hoo!" He smiled back although still a little weakly. The babying had, in the past, been a relaxing diversion in his life. He was becoming increasingly anxious that Lynn was going to make it a far more central part of his life. In fact, he had no doubt.

Sitting in the back seat offered an entirely new perspective for David. There were no controls - apart from the electric window switch which he pressed to allow some air unto the car. Lynn looked back and chided him,

"What did I tell you about switches and touching things?" She pressed a control on the inside panel of her door and closed his window. David heard a click follow which told him that the rear window switches had been disabled. Another implementation of a child safety feature.

"I don't know! You've been told not to touch and you just ignore me! That won't do David. You will enjoy this much more if you do as you are told. If you fiddle with buttons again, I will fasten your hands together somehow." she paused.

"Oh sweetheart!! I've just had an idea. Wouldn't it be so cute if we could find some thick mittens to cover your hands up? I wonder if anyone makes them?"

David knew that adult baby mittens were easy to find on the Internet but didn't volunteer the information.

"Maybe we could find some that even fastened together to keep baby's hands out of mischief?" she laughed at the thought. I want you to set up an eBay account for me as soon as we get back and show me how to use it. When I’ve fed you and put you down for the night I'll spend a few hours seeing what I can find for you! I'll need your credit card of course! Has Mummy had a good idea?"

She glanced at him in the rear view mirror. She was suddenly aware that she really was beginning to peel away the surface 'layers' of adulthood from her husband. There was a flash of vulnerability in his eyes that she hadn't seen before. He looked at her with what; it occurred to her in that moment, was a childish innocence... of complete trust...even though he was uncertain about what was happening to him. He was looking towards her to care for him and guide him with these feelings that he had had for years but which she had only just discovered in him.

Lynn felt a surge of love for him ...but not the love between two adults. She was looking inside him and seeing a vulnerable little boy. She felt an excitement realising what she was revealing. She felt moistness between her legs and adjusted herself in her seat. This was a feeling brought on by the sexual power she was wielding over him. Perhaps this process of his planned regression was revealing more to Lynn about herself?

The drive home felt like a long way... for them both...

***

There was little conversation on the way back home. David felt uncertain of what to say. 'Polite' conversation would have been ridiculous...talking about the last couple of hours would have felt uncomfortable to him. As a consequence, he stayed quiet and listened to the music on the car stereo - selected by his wife.

Eventually, they arrived home and, as Lynn got out of the car, she turned to him and gently reminded him to wait for her to open the door for him. David remained calm although he was aware that getting the shopping out of the boot was a potential source of embarrassment . Large bags with 'Toys R Us' and 'Boots' emblazoned on them might cause some questioning looks if their neighbours were watching. After all, they had no children - why would they be bringing bags from Toys R Us home?

His door clicked and swung open. Lynn smiled lovingly at him and quietly said,

"Come on David. Out you come."

Her tone was encouraging and kind as she held out her hand to him. He grasped it and felt her squeeze it gently. Reassuring him, soothing him with her touch. The 'Mummy voice' was missing.

"I'll open the front door. You bring the bags. Can you manage?" David nodded and said that he could. He watched as his wife opened the front door and turned off the house alarm. Gathering the carrier bags together in order that he would have only one 'trip' to make, he closed the boot lid awkwardly with his elbow and manoeuvred towards the door.

Once inside, he entered the living room and placed the bags on the floor...uncertain of what was about to happen. Lynn sensed his unease and gestured to him, holding out her arms to him - offering a reassuring hug. As her arms closed around him and he felt her gentle squeeze, he closed his eyes and rested his head on her shoulder. Her right hand moved to the back of his head, cradling it against her.

"I think we should talk for a little while don't you love?" She spoke quietly and felt his head nod in agreement against her.

"Come on then. Let's sit down here.” and she pointed at the settee behind her. She noticed David seemed to be avoiding her eyes. Almost as if he was deeply ashamed by her discoveries and by the way he had so easily acquiesced to her playing with him.

She cupped his chin in her hand and lifted it so he was looking at her. He seemed to her like an anxious child. Unsure and vulnerable. In all the time they'd been together, Lynn had seen the same look only once before - earlier that same day. Her reaction was the same now as it had been then. She wanted to protect him; to soothe those feelings of distress - to mother him.

She had to choose her words carefully.

"Are you alright love?" Her concern was evident.

He took a breath and nervously replied, "Er.... Yes. I think so. It's just that I never imagined you would find out about all of this...thing. You know?

"The baby thing you mean?"

"Well mainly that but ..." he hesitated.

"But what sweetheart?"

"It's hard for me to tell you. You're going to think I'm some sort of weirdo."

"Oh, I don't think so. I can understand the whole idea of you wanting to be babied if that's what you mean?" She squeezed his hand and smiled to encourage him to open up to her. Lynn knew that he was feeling exposed and she sensed that he wanted to almost 'unburden' himself. "Just tell me David. Perhaps there are things I can tell you too?"

He looked at her quizzically. Her simple response consisted of a half smile and raised eyebrows.

"Come on love. Just tell me," she prodded. She fell silent, waiting for him to open up to her.

"Well...I've always had a fantasy of being babied. Really babied you know? Wearing nappies; baby clothes...being fed baby food and treated in all ways as if I was about 3 or 4 months old."

Lyn remained silent but attentive as David spoke. His words detailing his desires excited and enthralled her. Her husband was describing how he had always felt like a little boy, an infant, inside an adult's body. His real, inner emotions frequently at odds with those he was allowed and was expected to display.

"The whole idea of being babied seems so silly though Lynn. It feels humiliating even talking about it but you see..." he breathed deeply once more, "...that's a big part of it too. Feeling humiliated. As if I am being made to be a baby. Forced to wear nappies and baby clothes for the amusement of Mummy..." He stopped, feeling he had revealed too much. Too soon.

Lynn was thrilled at what David was telling her but didn't want to show her delight too obviously.

"I see. So you'd really like me to baby you? It might not be everything you imagine you know! Babies’ lives really are controlled by their Mummies. It would mean that when I decided to baby you there could be no disagreement from you. You would have no say in what you eat or drink. No say in what you wear. No say in where you go. The decision as to when you were babied would be mine and mine alone."

David nodded gently. "I know love. That's part of it all for me. That I make no decisions and simply do as I am told...without question."

"And you would do that?" she asked with an air of incredulity and glee which she tried to disguise.

He looked at her out of the top of his eyes. "Yes. I would. I would try my very best to do it...and if I fail... Then I would accept punishment from you. Until you were satisfied with me."

"I see." Lynn pondered her husband's admission. She stayed silent, still holding her husband's hand in hers. "So, you want me to tell you to do things rather than ask when I want you to do something?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure you want to do this David?"

"Yes please....Mummy..."

They both smiled as David remembered Lynn's earlier instruction.

"All right then baby. Now that we have all of these baby things - Mummy had better start getting used to having a baby around hadn't she?"

She held out her arms to him and he leaned into her. His head rested on her breasts and she stroked his hair gently and shushed him.

After several minutes she tapped his side and moved slightly beneath him, indicating that he should sit up. They looked lovingly at one another and Lynn said, "I'm going to take these things upstairs and I want you to go and stand in that corner until I call for you." She gestured to the corner of the room furthest from them.

David looked surprised but stood up and walked towards the corner of the room. As he reached the corner of the room he turned to face her...awaiting the next instruction. Lynn smiled to herself as she saw his instant obedience. She smiled also at the clear bulge between his legs. His excitement was obvious even though her instruction had been so simple.

"Face the corner darling." she said as she stood up and moved towards him.

She stood to one side of him and whispered..."Put your thumb into your mouth. Do it for Mummy. Let me see my baby suck his thumb..."

David lifted his right hand to his face and slid his thumb between his lips and began to suck on it. Lynn stroked his cheek with the back of her fingers. "Good boy. You'll get lots of rewards for being my good boy. Now stand there and don't move until Mummy comes to get you."

She kissed his cheek softly and turned away leaving her husband standing in the corner like a disciplined toddler. Lynn smiled at the idea that he wouldn't be that age for very much longer.

***

He felt faintly ridiculous standing in the corner. He felt even more ridiculous sucking his thumb. He felt though, a powerful sense of well being - as though he didn't really have to think about anything beyond
having to do as his wife had instructed. His tongue pressed repeatedly against his thumb, mimicking unconsciously the sucking reflex which had given him comfort since he was a small child. It felt peculiar to be doing it to satisfy his wife’s instruction.

He could hear Lynn moving around upstairs. Their bedroom was directly above where he was standing. He struggled to identify the noises he could hear. It was, however, useless. He could only guess at what Lynn was doing.

He became increasingly lost in his own thoughts. Staring at the patterned wall inches from his face, he toyed with the idea of moving from the corner and calling a 'halt' to this play. The more he thought about it, the more anxious he began to feel.

The sound of approaching footsteps jerked him back to the reality of his situation. As the door opened, and Lynn entered, he automatically stood straight... hoping to garner some praise. His deeply held desire to be controlled and regressed overruled his transient wish to end this situation.

David remained almost motionless. The only movement was a barely perceptible movement of his chin as he continued to suck on his warm thumb.

"Oh...haven't you been a good boy David? Standing just where Mummy told you to!"

She patted his bottom gently in recognition of his obedience. This could, she mused, be easier than she thought. However, she knew that the next few minutes would be important to ascertain how quickly she could really regress him to babyhood.

"Have you been alright waiting for Mummy then?" she asked him gently.

David nodded weakly, trying to catch her eye without actually turning to face her.

"I want you to close your eyes sweetheart and then take your thumb out of your mouth."

David did as he was instructed. He could hear her breathing next to him.

"I'm going to blindfold you David. I want you to see how it is to become more dependent on me and this just a start. Don't worry about it though...Mummy will take care of you and won't let anything naughty
happen to you. I want you to be totally relaxed and confident that Mummy will take care of you." And, with that, David felt a thick scarf being placed over his eyes. Within a moment it was being tightened behind his head. Lynn tugged firmly to make sure it would not come loose before she chose to release it.


She turned him towards her, checking that his eyes were completely shaded by the cloth. She smiled to herself as she fussed over his blindfold. It was like playing with a doll...almost an object. He offered no protest at her attention - neither verbal nor physical.

"Now then..." she quietly said - almost as if to herself. "Something's missing... I wonder what it could be...?" David listened attentively for any audible hint. None was forthcoming - until he heard a tiny click of plastic against plastic. He turned his head slightly and heard Lynn chuckle.

"What have you heard baby? What could that noise be?" She laughed as his head moved vainly to try and hear it once more. "Do you know what it is David? You should know...after all, it is yours and you were a silly little boy to keep it a secret from Mummy weren't you?"

She brushed his lips with something soft. It was gone in an instant. Once more he turned towards her. "Well, now that Mummy knows about how much you like them, you can always have one. In fact I think that you must always have one!"

As she spoke she pressed the rubber dummy teat against his lips and watched with contentment as he obediently opened his mouth to accept it. She held it in place and gently rubbed his cheek with her free hand. "I like seeing you with your dummy in your mouth David." She was playing with his desire to feel humiliation. "I think you really suit it. It makes you look like what you really are doesn't it eh? Just a baby inside an adult's body! Well, now that Mummy knows about her baby she can make sure he always has his dummy.”

David heard a slight tearing noise which he recognised as the sound of Velcro being pulled apart. He felt Lynn wiggle the dummy ring and heard the Velcro being refastened. "This is to make sure you don't lose your dummy David. One end fastens to your dummy and the other end attaches to your clothes....so if baby gets excited and it falls out of his mouth - then Mummy can just pop it back in again! Isn't that clever?"

He felt a slight tug on his shirt as the pacifier was fastened to him. He felt himself blushing. "Oh darling! That looks adorable! Stand still and let me see!" David turned to face the direction her voice was coming from. He heard her laugh. "You look lovely! Just suck your dummy if you are embarrassed! It'll make you feel better. Let me see you really suck it sweetheart." He sucked hard and Lynn was delighted to see his chin bouncing a little with the effort of suckling.

"Now then...this is going to be the 'naughty corner' from now on. If I get cross with you or am disappointed with your behaviour or attitude, I will bring you here and you must stay there until I come to take you out of it. Alright? Mummy doesn't want to put you here so be a good boy and always do as you're told."

"Now then. Give me your hand baby. Follow me." She led him away from the corner, guiding him through the door into the kitchen. "Hold on to Mummy. Tight as tight can be!" she teased.

He sensed that he was being led into the garden. He had been expecting to be taken upstairs. His shoes clumping noisily onto the garden decking confirmed their location.

"Two big steps!" Lynn cautioned him. She smiled at his sightless lack of co-ordination. David initially lifted his leg far too high for the step. Lynn guided him up the steps onto the lawn.

Their garden was bordered by high conifers and wasn't overlooked so David hadn't given a thought to the dummy teat still clamped between his lips. Lynn's reminder to "...be careful with your dummy..." had reminded him. He sucked harder once more. Oblivious to the possibility that someone else
may see them.

Lynn stopped and David felt her hands on his shoulders. "We're going to play a little children’s' game now baby! Mummy is going to turn you round and round and round until you don't know which way you're facing - and then Mummy is going to lead you round and round the garden... Just like the
teddy bear in the nursery rhyme...and then Mummy might tickle her baby...under there!" She tickled him suddenly under his arm making him flinch and smile behind his baby soother.

She turned him once, twice, three times and then repeated the process n the other direction. David was clearly disoriented by it and Lynn steadied him, reminding him to hold Mummy's hand tightly.

"There now. Follow Mummy carefully. Don't fall over baby!" Anyone overhearing these words would have assumed it was a mother talking to a young toddler - still unsteady on his feet.

Lynn led him to a small flower bed and rubbed her fingers on the petal of a particularly fragrant rose. Lifting her fingers to her husband's nose she told him to "...smell the pretty flower." As she expected he obeyed without question. She squeezed his hand once more, encouraging him to follow her. David sensed they were standing at a particular point in the garden. Near the garden bench - Lynn's suntrap. This was the most secluded yet sunny spot in the entire garden.

He sensed Lynn's closeness. She leaned close to him and whispered:

"You've been a very good boy today David and you've pleased me." Her words enveloped him with satisfaction. "Are you a good boy?" she asked softly...her hand simultaneously caressing his face. He nodded a mute response. "So...are you a very good boy?" Again he nodded, still sucking gently on his pacifier.

There was a silence for a few seconds. "But you have a baby's dummy in your mouth David...That must mean that you're still just a baby...." she paused as he sighed. Resignation; humiliation, sexual excitement and elation in equal measure. "Are you still just a baby David?" He nodded, more weakly
this time. It was as though he was hypnotised by her words. "Do you need a mummy to look after you if you're just a baby then? Do you want me to be your Mummy then? Hmmm? Are you going to be my little baby David?"

A final nod of acceptance and Lynn gently pulled his head forward onto her shoulder...tenderly stroking his hair. "Good baby....good baby..." She knew what a momentous step she had encouraged him to take. He was about to take another.

"Shhh..." she soothed him. "Shhh..." His breathing settled into a calm and regular pattern as she stroked his hair and gently rubbed his back.

Suddenly – but gently she said, "I want you to wet yourself David. Do a wee wee for me baby." David tensed at her words.

"It's alright sweetheart. That's what little babies do. They do wee wees in their nappy. Mummy has a clean and dry nappy waiting for you inside but I need you to be wet first - to prove to me that you really do want to be Mummy's baby in nappies."

This request for an altered reality struck him hard. He hadn't wet himself since....well, he couldn't remember. "Come on baby. Do a wee for me...for Mummy..." Lynn encouraged and cajoled him. "No one can see you. Only Mummy...and Mummy expects to see you wee wee your pants. That's when I'll know it's time for you to be put back into nappies."

She waited. She walked slowly around him alternately encouraging him and then humiliating him. "Baby... Baby...” she emphasised the word. “That's what you really are isn't it? Just a tiny baby pretending to be a man? The baby really wants to wet himself but the silly grown up is trying to stop him. He won't stop the little baby wetting you know. The baby feeling is too strong." She moved close to him and he felt her breath against his ear. "Isn't it?" She almost spat the words into his ear. David hung his head. "You're going to stand there until you piss yourself - so the sooner you do it, the better it will be for you!" Her voice had a hard edge to it once again which excited him.

She noticed a look of concentration on his face and she knew she had won.

Lynn glanced down at his crotch and smiled with satisfaction at the dark patch which was already spreading across his groin and down his legs. The cream cloth turning a dark grey as David's urine soaked into it.

Lynn was excited as she watched her husband release his urine into his pants like a toddler not yet potty trained. She had made him do this! How easy it had been! She tingled all over at the thought and also at the thought of what else she was going to do to him – in the course of his regression to an infant.

She was jubilant as she watched the stream of urine begin to run onto his shoes...the trouser material unable to cope with the torrent. Lynn laughed out loud at the sight and knew this was simply another step on the path she had mapped out for her husband. She made a mental note to really enjoy his first nappying - which was now both imminent and necessary.

***

"Oh David... Oh David..." she gently chided and mocked him. She began to giggle with real delight at his humiliation. "You've wet yourself just like a baby...and it's gone all over your trousers and shoes hasn't it sweetheart?" She stepped closer to him, walking slowly around him, inspecting the sopping material. "But it wasn't your fault was it baby? No. It was Mummy's fault. Naughty Mummy!" she laughed. "Naughty Mummy made you do it didn't she? She made you do wee wees but without a nappy! That was silly wasn't it? Naughty Mummy!"

David stood still, listening to her words of ridicule, his excitement growing by the second.

"Mummy should have known that you would wet yourself soon. That's what babies do isn't it? Perhaps the excitement of being in the garden sucking your dummy with Mummy was too much for my little man eh?"

She placed her hand on his damp groin, the material already beginning to cool. She could feel his erection pressing hard against the zip of his trousers. She pushed gently but firmly against it and smiled as David took a deep intake of breath.

Removing her hand from his throbbing penis, she began to unfasten his blindfold. "Look at what a wet little baby you really are David. The little baby feeling is so strong that you couldn't stop the wee wee could you?"

The sunlight flooded David's eyes and he blinked quickly to adjust to it.

"Look at yourself! Soaking wet!" David looked down at himself, wincing inwardly at the results of his infantile act.

"Now then," she said quietly, "that was only the beginning David. I really enjoyed making you do that. I wish I had taken photos...but there'll be time for that in future."

She stared into his eyes. Not saying a word as she looked him slowly up and down. She tugged playfully on the ribbon attached to his dummy, her eyes widening as she savoured his all too evident submission to her. She smiled with satisfaction as his chin bounced gently once more with the infantile effort of sucking at his dummy. How quickly she had become used to seeing her husband with his mouth plugged with a rubber teat.

"Mummy will have to wash these won't she?" Lynn said as she tugged the cloth of his trousers. "Let's get them off before you get a chill on your little legs." David reached down to unfasten his belt - he genuinely was feeling uncomfortable in his urine soaked trousers which were rapidly cooling and adhering to his legs.

Smack! He withdrew his hands suddenly as Lynn smacked them sharply.

"Don't you dare!" she hissed. David sensed a determined tone in her command and allowed her to unfasten his belt and trousers. She pulled them down firmly and told him to step out of them. He lifted one foot and then the other as Lynn pulled them off him. "I suppose I’m going to have to get used to washing clothes every day eh? Little baby’s clothes!"

He stood, feeling self conscious in his underwear. The slight breeze accentuating the dampness on his legs and groin. Lynn grinned broadly at the sight in front of her. She held his trousers in one hand and held out the other to her husband.

"Come on then. Let's get you inside and into the bath and then dressed properly."

Once inside the kitchen door, she told David to remove his underpants and pass them to her.

Unsteadily he removed them and held them out to her. "Tell me what you have done David...Tell Mummy..." She leaned towards him and pulled the dummy from his mouth, letting it fall against his chest - secured by the ribbon and clip she had attached earlier. It was difficult for her not to laugh at the sight of the baby dummy swinging from her husband's clothing.

"Well?" she said.

"I've wet myself..." Lynn raised her eyebrows waiting for the word which she was now going to insist on.

David knew he had forgotten something but was feeling so ridiculous he could not think straight. He stared blankly at his awaiting her response. Her eyes became darker and he could see anger growing - feigned or real it was daunting.

Whack! She slammed her hand across his face. His left cheek stung and he yelped.

"Look at me! I have told you several times now and I am not going to repeat myself again and again just because you can't be bothered to listen! You call me Mummy! All the time from now… Wherever we are and whoever we are with! Understand?" Wham! She slapped him again.

David could not believe the force his wife had used to slap him. It had hurt. He went to speak.. "Lynn..." She lifted her hand, daring him to continue. He thought better than to complain.

"Now...again! What have you done?"

"I've wet myself Mummy." This time the word came instantly.

"Yes you have haven't you? You've pissed your pants like a helpless baby haven't you? You know what that means then don't you?"

David shifted - still uncomfortable.

"It means that you are going to go back into nappies and plastic pants - just like a baby. Until I decide to potty train you." This was no longer sounding like the game they had begun playing. Lynn sounded serious. It really sounded as though it was her intention to have him permanently back in nappies. Surely not...? This was still just playing wasn't it?

"Come on baby. Bath time! We need to get you cleaned up and smelling lovely. There's lots to do before bedtime..." She took his hand and led him towards the stairs, dropping his sodden underwear on top of the equally sodden trousers. Although David didn't know it yet, it would be a while before he saw his grown up trousers once more.

***

Lynn stood at the foot of the stairs as David walked towards her. Now barefoot and wearing only his shirt (with his dummy still attached) he looked, she thought, both cute and ridiculous at the same time.

"Come on then. Let's get you cleaned up." She gestured with her hand that he should go up the stairs first. As he passed her, she patted his bottom gently. "Up you go! Clever boy. One step at a time. Hold the banister! "

She followed him closely, monitoring his ascent. "Straight into the bathroom like a good boy!" she encouraged him.

David entered the bathroom and turned to face Lynn as she came in behind him. She smiled warmly at him and lifted a large towel from the heated rail to her left. She folded it into a square and laid it on the bathroom floor. The towel was perhaps four layers thick.

"Stand on there David. If you do wee-wees again, Mummy doesn't want it on the floor does she?" David silently shook his head in agreement as he stepped onto the thick towelling folds.

"Now you stand very still while Mummy pours the water for your first baby bath."

She pressed the plug firmly into place and turned both taps on. The crescendo of water hitting water dominated and echoed through the small tiled room. David watched as she poured Johnson’s Baby Bath liquid into the stream of warm water. A cloud of white soap bubbles built quickly as David watched.

Lynn turned to her husband and held out her arms to him. "Come here then sweetheart. Let Mummy take that silly shirt off you."

He stepped from the towel on which he had been placed and stood in front of his wife, arms by his side. She smiled as she unclipped the dummy from his shirt and set it to one side. She looked at him and saw his eyes follow the dummy. She chuckled and reassured him teasingly that no one was going to take it away.

"Lift your arms up darling! As high as the sky for Mummy!"

David raised his arms, pointing the tips of his fingers heavenwards. Lynn eased the shirt from him, dropped it to the floor and looked him up and down. There was no comment, just a slight smile as she turned to check the water level - and temperature of the bath. She knew that allowing David to have his usual depth and temperature of water would dilute the baby message she wanted to give him so the taps were turned off sooner than David had expected. She noted the look of surprise on his face.

She put her hand into the water and swirled it around making sure that the temperature was suitable. She wanted the water to be noticeably much cooler than he was used to as an adult. The surface now completely covered in sweet smelling bubbles.

Satisfied, she turned to him and told him to climb in. She spoke with a playful tone and held his hands as he lowered himself into the water.

"There now! Into your bath! Good boy!" He sat passively, still unsure of what to do - of how to behave. Lynn splashed the water onto his body and rubbed it over his skin gently. It felt good to feel his wife's hands caressing him like this. He closed his eyes to help savour her touch. He breathed deeply as her cupped hands poured water down his back.

"Well, there's a good boy aren't you? Are you enjoying your first baby bath then sweetheart? Are you going to show Mummy how you splash the water then?” and she tapped the surface of the water as if by way of explanation. She playfully dabbed bubbles onto his nose. "Mummy will be bathing you every day from now on - so that you stay nice and clean and don't get a nasty nappy rash! That would never do would it?" Her questions were all rhetorical - needing no answer...in the way that mothers talk to their babies.

Lynn could see that David was excited by her tone and expressions. His penis was erect and poked comically above the surface of the water. He was behaving even better than she had dared to hope. She picked up a bar of sweet smelling baby soap and lathered her hands - watching him all the time...her mind alive with ideas and plans.

Gently soaping his 'tummy' she gradually moved her soapy hand to his penis. She ran her hand up and down the shaft applying no pressure - no element of giving sexual pleasure. She eased back his foreskin and rubbed it clean briefly but thoroughly before releasing her grip and soaping his arms.

"I think we'll have all of this hair off over the next few days darling." she said indicating his pubic area. David gave no response. He was lost in thoughts and sensations.

"Turn onto your hands and knees David."

He looked a little puzzled but turned over in the bath. "I'm going to make sure your bottom is clean. That's going to be one of Mummy's jobs from now on isn't it? Might as well start now..."

He felt his wife's fingers rubbing between the cheeks of his bottom. She had never done that before and David enjoyed the attention around his bottom hole. All too soon, Lynn said that she was finished and he should sit down again. She swatted his bottom playfully to indicate it was time to turn over.

Lynn cupped her hands and scooped some water into them. Gently pouring the water over her husband's chest she teased, "I think we need to get a few toys for bath times don't you?" and she tickled his tummy making him squirm with delight at her touch.

"Out you come then! There's my baby!" she said as he stood up. Picking up a large white towel, she wrapped it around him and began to run him dry. Instinctively David went to move the towel and dry himself. "Ah ah! No! What did I tell you?" She looked at him sternly and was pleased as he averted his gaze by looking at his feet. He was learning.

Lynn finished drying him and replaced the damp towel on the rail.

“Stand still sweetheart while I get your dum-dum.”

She turned and picked up the dummy from the spot where she had laid it a few minutes earlier. She paused, twirling the plastic ring of the dummy between her fingers. She stopped and smiled mischievously. She began to slowly loosen the waist band of her trousers – all the while watching her husband’s face. Gently she eased her trousers down a little revealing her lace underwear. Then a little more until her panties were fully exposed. She began to breathe a little more deeply – excited by what she knew she was about to do. Her fingers crept under the waistband and pushed the elastic downwards revealing her pubic hair to his lusting gaze. With a firm push she moved the gusset aside. She stared hard at him – anticipating his reaction as she brought the teat of his dummy between her legs and began to rub it backwards and forwards... backwards and forwards. Her breathing became more laboured as she continued rubbing and David watched engrossed as he watched her push the teat of his dummy into herself and then return to rubbing once more.

She withdrew the dummy one last time and held it up… studying the moisture that was now evident on the nipple.

“Come here.”

David stepped forward.

“Open your mouth and see what Mummy tastes like….”

He opened his lips instinctively as she calmly inserted the juice laden teat between his lips.

“Now suck it baby. Suck it like a tiny baby for Mummy. You’ll be getting used to that taste in your mouth….” She patted his cheek as a reward and then rearranged her panties and fastened her trousers.

"Now then, we're going to go into the bedroom and I am going to dress you - as I want you dressed. Give me your hand." She took his proffered hand and gave him a smile and a gentle squeeze of his hand. David's heart was in his mouth as he walked behind her.

As he entered the bedroom he saw that Lynn had laid a large white towel on the bed. The bedside table, normally a place for books, was covered in bottles of baby oil; baby lotion and a large container of baby powder. Beside the towel was a pair of plastic pants; a disposable nappy and one of his T-shirts.

"Come on then sweetheart. Time for your first nappy..." She could sense his nervousness and moved towards him. "Don't be nervous David. You're going to enjoy being a little baby again. My little baby" She looked deep into his eyes. "Come on... It's time." Before he could voice his anxiety, she eased him towards the bed and encouraged him to lie down on the towel. She stood over him and suddenly he felt much smaller.

She smiled as she leaned over him, lifting his arms so that they were above his head. "Keep them there darling while Mummy gets you dressed properly....relax David. I want you to relax and let me do everything for you. Let your mind go blank and enjoy the experience of being nappied. Mummy will look after you."

David took a deep breath. Suddenly it felt like this was going to be a long journey.

***

Lynn looked lovingly at her husband lying completely prone and vulnerable. She sensed his nervousness and knew that if she was to fully achieve her recently formed plans & wishes to regress him to infancy, she would have to reward him often for his continuing compliance until there was no option of resistance – no matter what she wanted him to do or perform.

She spoke softly, explaining quietly and gently what was about to happen. As she spoke, she stroked his body and legs, smoothing away his tensions. She could feel his body slowly relaxing under her tender touch. She knew that each calming stroke pulled him further into her control. David, of course, knew nothing of the sort. He was simply concentrating on the sensation of his wife's loving caress.

She gently massaged his semi erect penis, teasing it to full erection. David moaned gently with pleasure under his wife's touch.

"Is that nice baby?" she whispered. "Do you like it when Mummy does that hmm?"

She smiled as he nodded slowly, lost in the increasing excitement. Lynn wanted him to associate pleasurable feelings with being babied...with being her little boy. She continued speaking softly to him, noting to herself his reaction to certain phrases and words… the knowledge of which words turned him on would come in useful in the coming weeks and months. Occasionally his penis would tremble in her hand as she mentioned infantile objects. Seemingly mundane, everyday objects would trigger a response of some sort from her recumbent husband.

"Are you just a little baby then? Who needs his Mummy? Hmm...?"

A sigh answered her question more than adequately.

"You really do need to be in nappies though don't you...? Just like any other little baby...? You need Mummy to feed you bottles of milk and spoon feed you din-dins too don't you baby?" David sighed at the repetition of the word 'baby' applied to him.

"Mummy is going to give you a lovely warm bottle once you've got your nappy on." He seemed so relaxed at this point but she wanted more. She wanted him completely relaxed and submissive.

Continuing to rub him, she climbed onto the bed beside her naked husband. Ensuring that his head rested close to her chest, she pulled his head towards her. Instinctively, he nuzzled into her familiar bosom where he had always felt secure and loved.

Her hand tightened slightly around the shaft of his penis as she relentlessly moved her hand up and down...encouraging the first lubricating juices from him. She smiled down at him indulgently. "Yes darling. You're going to come for Mummy and then Mummy's going to clean you all up and put you into a lovely, lovely baby nappy! She eased the dummy from his lips.

He continued to squirm with delight, hardly noticing her release his penis momentarily as she reached to unfasten the buttons on her blouse. Her ample and inviting breasts exposed, she pulled him firmly to her, turning his face towards her nipple and instinctively guiding his mouth to her excited and swollen teat.

The touch of his cheek against her soft, warm breast triggered an impulse from somewhere deep in his psyche to open his mouth and begin to search for the sustenance offered by the breast. She watched as his tongue moved quickly in and out, already attempting to stimulate the flow of milk. She could tell that his reaction was done without pre-thought or planning. He was reacting to the closeness of the breast in the same way as a breast dependent baby. His reaction delighted and excited her.

She tenderly eased her nipple into his eager mouth and gasped as his lips closed firmly around it, latching on. "There now.." she said slowly. "What a good boy. Time for your feed."

His eyes were closed with, she mused, a mixture of ecstasy and relaxation. She smiled to herself as his chin began to move rhythmically and he began to suckle, drawing her engorged teat into his mouth.

Her hand returned to his erect, moist penis. Once again, she began to move her hand up and down the shaft, rewarding his infantile suckling. "There's Mummy's gooood boy! There's lots of breast feeding for Mummy's baby in the future isn't there?" His verbal reaction was nil. His physical responses were clear however.
She wanted this to be a memorable orgasm for him. She wanted him to associate this level of pleasure as being a possibility with every breast feed; nappy change or infantile submission to her whims.

Her tone remained soft and reassuring as she continued to tease him. She thought of as many babyish things as she could to see which would excite him.

"I think Mummy will have to start looking for lots of baby clothes for you won’t she? I'll enjoy looking for romper suits and babygros for you. You're going to look so sweet!"

David whimpered with pleasure at the very thought of his wife putting him into baby style clothing. In conjunction with the nappies and plastic pants there could be few clearer indicators of the role he was being groomed for.

Lynn felt David's suckling becoming stronger and his body beginning to tense and knew his release was not far away.

"Good baby....good baby....what a clever little boy you are. Mummy is so looking forward to showing you off..." David's eyes shot open at her comment, his sucking halted. Lynn continued to stimulate his cock. Her eyes widened as she smiled at his reaction.

"Oh yes sweetheart...every new Mummy has to show her baby off!" His suckling resumed although much more gently now. Her teasing continued. "Just imagine lying in a cot with Mummy and perhaps Auntie Loren looking at you..." David's body shuddered as he climaxed in her hand. His come shooting out onto his belly in several bursts. David's mouth loosened it's grip on her nipple for a few seconds and then, when he had finished ejaculating, he breathed deeply and returned to the comfort of the warm breast.

"Oh what have you done baby?" she mock scolded him. "You've made such a mess haven't you? I think you need your nappy don't you?" She eased a finger between his lips and her breast releasing the suction and eased his head down onto the pillow once more. She felt intrigued that the comment which had triggered his final release had been a mention of a baby's cot and her younger sister Loren. This was, she mused, possibly another aspect to explore.

Calmly, she refastened her blouse...keen to get a nappy onto her husband while he was still lost in the sensations of the last few minutes.

David looked at his wife - real gratitude and adoration in his eyes. Lynn could sense his desire to ask about what she had said about a cot and Loren but before he could do so she eased the rubber teat of his dummy back between his lips with an accompanying "Ssshh baby. Ssshhhh!" Obediently he fell to sucking on the nipple.

Lynn unfolded the disposable nappy as he paid close attention. He knew that he would soon learn to recognise and appreciate the rustling sound of a disposable nappy. He would soon learn to be excited by it too.

He lay back in anticipation, and now complete acceptance, of what his wife had in store for him.

To be continued...

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My Mummy In America

It was going to be a long day. I had to be at the airport for 5 a.m. - check-in was two hours before the scheduled flight time, standard for international flights. I was flying first to London and then from there to the United States. By the time I got there, I would have been travelling for around 14 hours. I was travelling to be with a lady friend of mine who I had first corresponded with and met around 18 months earlier. In that time she had discovered my submissive nature and, after further 'delving', my interest in infantilism. Her invitation to visit contained a promise that she would "take good care" of me and give me "lots of opportunities to relax". Although we were scheduled to do a lot of sightseeing, there was going to be lots of time for ourselves.

The flight seemed never ending but eventually the US coast came into view as the plane turned south and flew down the eastern seaboard. Landing was uneventful although check-in was a laborious process. I almost felt like a criminal when the official on the passport desk asked a whole raft of questions. Finally he smiled and wished me a pleasant stay in the US. I breathed a sigh of relief as I passed through Arrivals and headed out into the terminal. The sea of faces was daunting but I was only searching for one.

Looking around, I saw Marie beside a pillar holding a colourful, hydrogen filled balloon bearing the greeting, "Baby Boy!" I smiled at her joke and the unique ‘airport identifying board’. I negotiated steadily through the morass of people, all anxious to reach their loved ones until finally Marie and I were able to hug one another. As we embraced I suddenly felt safer. I had travelled a long way and I knew now that I was going to be able to relax and enjoy whatever the coming weeks had to offer. We looked at one another. Although we had only been together for a few days previously, it felt like we had known each other for years. We were comfortable with one another. At ease. She leaned towards me and loosely fastened the string of the balloon around my wrist, telling me, with a smile, to hang on tightly to it. It had begun.

We made our way to the car making idle conversation about how the journey had been. How much her "doggy" was looking forward to meeting me. I remember smiling at her use of the word "doggy". After putting my bags into the 'trunk' we embraced properly now unburdened by their bulk. Our kiss was long and tender and we were oblivious to everyone and everything around us. The journey to her home took around an hour and I made the most of the opportunity to look around at all the new sights spread out before me. I was tired after the trip and Marie suggested that when we arrived I might like to take a relaxing bath and then grab a couple of ours sleep. She said that she wouldn't lie down with me at first as she still needed to organise some 'odds & ends'.

Her home was beautiful with a huge 'back yard' too. Her 'doggy' greeted me enthusiastically and it very quickly felt like home. I was told that I should make myself at home and really relax. She asked if I'd like a bath and I agreed. I was taken aback when she said she would prepare it for me while I took my bag to what would be our room. Clean towels were arranged on the bed and I started to unpack my case as I heard the bath filling. A few minutes later she came through and said the bath was ready. I wandered through into the empty bathroom; undressed and climbed into the warm water. The stiffness of the journey began easing from my bones. I looked around me and saw lit candles, bubbles in the water and, at the foot of the bath, three yellow plastic/rubber ducks with one larger than the other two. I smiled to myself as I thought "Mummy & babies"? It seemed incongruous in this bathroom. Marie's children were all grown and living away from home.

My thoughts drifted to conversations we had had about my interest in being babied but it just seemed too fanciful to believe it would really happen. I wanted to hold the ducks but thought that Marie would be able to see that they had got wet and know about my curiosity. I breathed deeply, allowing myself to relax for what felt like the first time in a long time. My thoughts were disturbed by a gentle tapping on the door.

"Honey? You forgot to take your towels in with you. Can I come in with them?"

"Er...yes, of course." I replied.

She smiled as she entered, placing the towels on the side table she came over to the bath and knelt down beside me. She gazed into my eyes. It felt as if she was looking into my soul.

"How's the bath?"

"It's fine thanks." I responded as unselfconsciously as I could. I couldn't recall sharing bathroom space with anyone since I was a small child.

"Would you like me to give you a bath?" she asked.

Once again I was surprised but it seemed like a wonderful idea. I felt a little selfish and, despite how I really felt, said that I could manage.

"Oh come on! I'd love to bathe you. It's a long time since I've had a little boy to bathe!"

I smiled and nodded agreement. She laughed and ruffled my hair, telling me to leave everything to her. It felt strange but wonderful as she soaped my chest and washed my arms. As she moved to my feet she saw the ducks, looked back at me and said,

"If you'd like to play with the little duckies while I'm bathing you, that would be fine, you know."

I must have blushed because she chuckled to herself and handed me one of the smaller ducks. She placed it in one hand and then brought my other hand to it so that the duck was clasped by both.

She looked at me and gently squeezed my hands, saying, "It's OK to feel like you do sweetie. I know you want to play with it. It really is OK..." she paused for several seconds and then whispered, "Mommy says it's OK." and then kissed me very tenderly on my forehead.

I felt as though my breath had been stolen from me. I felt weak and a sudden helplessness flooded my body.

She spoke softly and reassuringly as she gently rubbed my arm. "While you are here with me, I am going to look after you like a child. A baby. Of course there are times when you'll have to be an adult but I will decide when that will be." She paused. "I have decided that I am going to put you back into diapers, which you're going to call 'didees', OK? I've got some adult baby things for you too but all in good time. I'm going to reintroduce you to a baby bottle and baby food for most of your meals. Every day you will have at least five formula feeds."

This was all coming too fast and Marie could see I was having difficulty comprehending it all.

I must have looked bewildered as she stroked my face and cooed gently "Would my baby like his 'paci' then?" I looked at her in a mixture of excitement (which by now was evident to her!) and confusion. I saw her left hand now held a dummy (pacifier).

"You want this, Snookums?"

I hesitated but knew I was obviously gazing longingly at the amber nipple being held in front of me. I looked at Marie for reassurance.

She said, "Come on. Who's going to know apart from us two, eh? You know you want to have it in your mouth and I want to put it there so why not give in to it, eh? Go on...be a good baby. Take your paci and don't fuss."

She offered it up to me and I opened my mouth to accept it. Marie smiled broadly as she eased it slowly into my mouth and told me to suck on it while she finished giving me my bath. I didn't need any encouragement - the teat felt so comforting and I closed my eyes and savoured the moment. Marie's hands felt heavenly as she cleaned me.
In a short while, Marie reminded me that it was OK to play a little and she encouraged me to splash the water and try to concentrate on how the water felt as it ran through my fingers, to try to imagine it as a new experience. This felt a little strange - to try to forget something familiar but it was a challenge...just as it was to play with the little duck. With her gentle laughter at my efforts, it started to become easier.

But, like all Mummies do, Marie eventually decided that bath time was over and it was 'nap time'! She dried me and, taking my hand, led me to the bedroom. I looked at the bed and saw a white t-shirt and the unmistakable shape of a disposable nappy. Beside the nappy was a pair of clear plastic pants. I turned to her feeling a heady confusion of adult, sexual desire for her as well as a deep felt aching to be nappied. She could see my confusion but told me that there would be plenty of chances to be a 'big boy' but for now I needed to be put back into diapers and pants.

She patted the bed and said, "Come on now! Hop up, Snookums. It's time Mommy put you into diapers. She's waited a long time to do this!"

I lay back on the bed and Marie parted my legs wide and began to rub baby oil onto me. She commented that "all this big boy hair will have to go real soon or it's going to be harder for Mommy to clean you up when you make a poopy diaper isn't it?"

My eyes widened. I had just about accepted that I would wear a nappy and perhaps use my nappy to wet into but filling it like a baby? She laughed and told me not to be so silly. Every baby made poopy diapers so how could I be any different? As she continued oiling and powdering me (it felt like an extremely erotic massage!) she explained that she wanted me to call her 'Mommy' whenever we were outside of the house. Even with friends. They would just "think it's a cute pet name". However, inside the house, when we were alone it was to be 'Mama'. When I said it, I was expected to say it with a pause...'Ma ma' - "like a tiny baby...like a baby doll".

This was a lot to take in but it felt exciting and was a huge turn on for me, as she knew it would be. I nodded agreement and she told me what a good boy I was. As the front of the diaper was pulled up and the tapes were fastened, I felt weak and helpless. No embarrassment - just acceptance. The plastics were pulled up my legs and tucked around the nappy "to stop you leaking". Next came the t-shirt. I watched with surprise as she shook it out. It was an adult size baby style body suit. The type which fastened under the crotch! What was more was that there was an embroidered 'patch' on the left breast position of a diapered teddy bear holding a rattle!

Marie laughed at my expression. "Isn't this just darling? When I saw it on the Internet, I just knew I had to get it for you. It's called a 'baby onesie' and Mommies dress their little ones in them to hold their didees in place - especially when they’re wet and saggy. Arms up!"

I lifted my arms and the suit was eased over my head. Lying back, the rear of the onesie became taut as Marie pulled it to access the crotch poppers.

"Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Six poppers to keep that little baby's nappy in place. Now stand up!"

She took my hands and pulled me to my feet. She took me towards a mirror where I could see myself. I felt as if I looked ridiculous but Marie told me I looked absolutely adorable. It felt amazingly comfortable - far more so than adult clothes. Why can't adult clothes be so soft and cosy?

"Come on then baby. Into bed."

She walked with me and sat me on the edge. She then surprised me once more and said that she wanted to tie my hands and feet before she tucked me into bed. She said that the idea of having me completely tied, dressed and diapered and silenced with a pacifier was exciting to her. Although this was unexpected - I agreed. Marie quickly produced a short length of rope and a pair of handcuffs. She tightened the rope around my ankles and I remember wincing as the rope bit slightly into my skin.

She looked at me, scowling slightly. "Oh be quiet and suck your baby pacifier!" she snapped.

I gulped at this command, delivered so sharply. I sucked obediently as the rope was secured.

"Hands!"

I put my hands in front of me and she closed the steel loops of the cuffs over my wrists. She paused, making sure that they were not too tight. She smiled and told me that it was now time to go 'bye-byes'. She eased me onto bed and pulled the comforter quilt over me.

"Mommy is going to do some chores and have some tea, but I'll leave the door open in case you need me. When you wake up, I'll have your first bottle ready for you. I'm going to make it now and will pop it into the warmer so it's just at the right temperature for baby's tummy!"

With that, she kissed my forehead again and told me to close my eyes. I did as she told me and listened as she quietly left the room. I lay feeling overwhelmed by the events of the last 3-4 hours. So much had happened and I was here for another four weeks. As I began to drift off to sleep I mused on how far under Marie's baby control I would be by then. I must have fallen asleep quite quickly. Sucking steadily on the pacifier, the warmth of the bed clothes coupled with the diaper, plastic pants and onesie comforted me. The restraints on my wrists and ankles reminded me that I was now totally in the charge of someone else. Something I had not completely felt since early childhood.

I woke slowly, conscious of a figure next to me on the bed. I opened my eyes groggily to see Marie lying beside me smiling. As I returned her smile, she reached to my mouth and wiggled the pacifier which was still in place.

"I think some little boy likes his pacifier!" she laughed in approval.

I moaned a little with pleasure - somewhat surprised that my mouth had retained the nipple even during sleep.

"Do you know what time it is?" she asked.

I shook my head, still conscious of the warm rubber teat which filled my mouth, soothing me. I had thought it was around 5, perhaps 6 o'clock but that wasn't what she had meant.

"It's time for your bottle."

At that, she held a baby feeding bottle up for me to see. It was decorated with dancing teddy bears - the sealing cap was powder blue - the nipple a golden yellow atop it all. My eyes were riveted to it. She smiled, and holding it in her left hand, eased her right arm under my head and around my shoulder and pulled me gently but firmly to her. I lay with the left side of my face against her. Her T-shirt covering her breasts. I could sense the erect nipple of her right breast on my cheek. I looked upwards at her, helpless to do anything other. Moving the bottle briefly to her right hand, she reached down to remove the pacifier - slipping the ring over her finger, leaving the teat on display to tease and excite me. Once again taking the bottle in her left hand she shook it slightly and inverted it towards my mouth. I watched, mesmerised as a tiny bead of milk appeared at the tip.

"Open up baby. Open up for your bottle."

I parted my lips and felt the warm nipple easing between them. Marie pushed it until firmly until my lips touched the sealing cap.

"Good baby!" she praised. "Now drink your milk for Mommy. There's a good baby!"

I sucked eagerly, conscious that the milk tasted creamier to me than usual. As though she was reading my mind, she whispered that the milk was a mixture of ordinary milk and infant formula. I had not expected real infant milk. She continued to explain that the amount of formula would be increased slightly with each feed so that within two days my feeds would be identical to those fed to a two month old baby. It amused her to think that very soon ordinary cow's milk would taste alien to me. That it would become unsatisfying and unable to satiate me. Within two days I would expect, yearn and desire baby milk. She chuckled as she told me that she had decided that I would be fed on Enfamil. This was, I was told, a formula milk recommended for babies up to the age of six months. Listening to her plans for me excited me visibly and she glanced at my crotch, heavily diapered, and laughed to herself at the all too clear evidence of my excitement.

The flow of the milk was slow and I had to suck continually whilst squeezing the nipple with my tongue. I had drunk perhaps half of the milk when Marie eased the teat from my mouth, setting the bottle to one side. The pacifier was replaced carefully into my mouth and held for a few seconds to ensure I was suckling satisfactorily.

"Mommy is going to check your diaper honey. You just suck nicely."

I lay back and enjoyed the new sensation as the poppers were unfastened on my body suit. The material was folded back over my stomach. Next, the plastics were eased gently down and off my legs. Finally the tabs on the diaper were torn back and Marie peeled the still dry diaper away from me.

"Still dry eh? Still trying to be a big boy, hmm? That's soon going to change isn't it, Snookums? You'll soon be wetting and filling your diapers for Mommy. Just like a tiny baby!"

Her words were having the desired effect and I was very erect. Staring at her still hard nipples, I imagined being breast fed by her. Marie leaned across to my hands, unclipped one of the cuffs, looped the chain around the bed head and refastened my wrist. With my arms fastened above my head and my feet still tied, I was helpless once more. I sucked submissively on the pacifier. I watched as Marie stood next to the bed and pulled her T-shirt off over her head to reveal her beautiful breasts. Her nipples were hard and erect and I gasped in admiration from behind the rubber teat. Unable to reach out and touch them with either my hands or lips I wriggled with frustration. While I was absorbed with this sight, Marie smiled at my discomfort and slowly, teasingly eased her trousers down and off.

She stood naked by the bed, paused momentarily before climbing on to the bed and straddling me.

"It would be such a pity for this to go to waste wouldn't it baby boy?"

She lowered herself onto my erect penis. Slowly, allowing herself the pleasure of every moment of the penetration. Her body eased down over my pulsing shaft and she breathed deeply, closing her eyes with satisfaction.

She opened her eyes and looked down at me. She smiled, leaned forward and wiggled the ring on my dummy. She laughed with pleasure.

"You are my baby and that's exactly how you will be treated – the love making will be on my terms."

She pulled sharply at the dummy ring and held it in front of my face.

"An adult who needs a baby pacifier? Not very adult behaviour is it?"

She picked up the bottle, still over half full of formula. "Now, drink the rest of your baby bottle and be quiet while I use you."

She pushed the teat roughly into my mouth and held it there - maintaining the pressure, pushing the bottle into my face, forcing the milky nipple deep into my mouth.

"Drink it! I don't want hear a sound from you until you come in me. Understand? If you make any noise at all, I'll keep you gagged, bibbed and thickly diapered all day tomorrow! You'll waddle like a toddler when you walk and use your diapers like a baby!"

The look in her eyes told me that this was no idle threat. I was humbled, humiliated, objectified, infantilised and wildly excited at the same time. An inner torment of intense desire and unshakable apprehension at the prospect. She began to rise and fall on my body. Straightening her back as she lowered herself on to me her breathing gradually became deeper and more laboured. Her eyes closed and she sighed as the speed of her body increased. Her excitement increasing. All the while I lay helplessly suckling on a slow flowing 'newborn' teat, whilst being used for her pleasure.

My rigid erection gave clear indication, if more were needed, that I was enjoying this treatment. Marie could sense that my orgasm was imminent and teased me that I could only come once I had finished my bottle. The milk was flowing very slowly and, as I knew I was close to orgasm, I sucked as hard as I could, my tongue compressing the nipple feverishly in an attempt to finish this, my first feed. Marie smiled as she saw this frantic infantile behaviour and began speaking to me as if I were indeed a tiny infant. She cooed encouragement, calling me 'baby boy' telling me what a 'clever baby' I was and how she would enjoy having a baby to look after again. Finally, the telltale bubbling of the last remnants of milk in the nipple signalled the completion of my bottle.

"What a good boy!" she laughed as she removed the bottle and placed it beside me. "Are you a good boy then? Are you?" This as spoken in the 'sing-song' manner which mothers use with all babies. "Are you going to come for Mama then? Are you going to be Mama's big boy then?"

My eyes were wide, my body tensing in anticipation of imminent release. She smiled, leaned closer and whispered, "Say Ma-ma! Say it baby. Say it and Mama will give baby his lovely pacifier! Does baby still want to suck? Say it!"

I did want the pacifier and I also ached for release.

"Ma-ma? Ma-ma?"

"Oh baby! Oh baby! Don't cry! Mama's here. Mama's here. Come for Mommy, baby. Come for Mommy… “

And, at that point she pushed the pacifier between my eager lips and held it as I came forcefully into her. My orgasm seemed to shake my entire being. Coming more strongly than I had ever imagined possible, my penis pulsed again and again shooting my juices into her. Her muscles tightened and loosened around me, milking my cock of every last drop.

Finally relaxing, Marie stroked my face, saying, "You are going to be such a lovely baby, aren't you?"

She eased herself from my still erect penis and, kneeling beside me, refastened the diaper tightly, enclosing our shared juices. Pausing only to release my hands, she lay down beside me and pulled the comforter over us both. She lay with her head higher than mine and guided my head towards her breasts. She held my head inches from her engorged nipple and, lifting her breast slightly, told me to open my mouth wide. I duly did as she instructed and she pushed the nipple between my eager and receptive lips.

To be continued...

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Loving His Nappies

I had been awake for only a few minutes and had been looking around my room - my nursery. As was usual nowadays, I was fastened into my cot with fairly restricted movement. I could pull myself to my knees, turn over and reach toys but that was all.
My eyes were drawn to the mobile swaying gently above my head. A gentle breeze pushed the brightly coloured toys to and fro.

I could feel the dampness of my saliva around my mouth caused by the dummy which Mummy had fastened into my mouth an hour or so earlier when she had put me down for my afternoon nap - which was now part of my daily routine. Playtime with Mummy; a milky bottle and then cuddles and into my cot for sleep. How quickly I had accepted that! How different my life had been before Mummy caught me.

I began to fidget and fumble for a toy - something to hold my attention. I glimpsed myself in the mirror of the toy which Mummy had just bought me - a Tommee Tippee teether rattle. This was my favourite toy today. As I stretched for it, I saw the nursery door swing open slowly and Mummy's grinning face peeped slowly around the door.

"Peep oh! I've been watching you on the baby monitor. Have you been a good boy for Mummy?" I nodded slightly the wool on my bonnet rubbing against the cot blankets in which I was wrapped.

She walked across the room towards my cot, smiling broadly as she approached. I gazed up at her as she stood looking down at me, her hands resting on the cot rail. She reached down casually into the cot and tickled me under the chin...doing the 'coochy coo' thing that ladies do with babies. She laughed at my smiling reaction and clear acceptance of my new status.

"Does Mummy need to change a nappy den?" Her hand moved to my crotch and she gently ran a finger underneath my plastic pants and into my nappy.

"Who's a wet little baby then? Is it you? Is it?...Yes it is!" There was that Mummy voice simultaneously
teasing; mocking and exciting me. "You love your nappies don't you, Baby?" She paused and considered for a moment or two then looked at me thoughtfully.

Reaching down, she gripped the ring of my dummy and wiggled it to encourage me to suckle.

Instinctively I did so.

"I think you should show Mummy how much you love being in nappies. I think you need to show Mummy that you accept you'll only ever be allowed to do a creamy in your nappy in future. Having an orgasm is just for big boys...for men. Not silly babies!" she was right. I had accepted that any sexual release for me would always be controlled by Mummy. No exceptions.

"I think you need to show Mummy how much you love your nappies and your Mummy by making 'baby love' to your nappy until you do creamy for her."

She giggled at the thought of her new way of humiliating me further... of taking me further into her control.

She picked up a bottle of baby oil and put some onto her hand then she once again leaned over into my cot, her hand moved towards my nappy again and she eased he fingers under the pants and onto my straining penis. She straightened my cock and rubbed the oil onto it for a couple of seconds before withdrawing her hand and pulling my nappy back into place

"Turn over onto your tummy baby!" I rolled over and felt Mummy's hands smoothing down my sleepsuit. She checked that my mittens were fastened and adjusted my bonnet.

I looked to my left and saw Mummy crouching down, looking at me through the vertical bars.

"Are you Mummy's good boy?" she raised her eyebrows in question. Once again I nodded. "Make creamy for me then baby. Bounce up and down and make creamy in your nappy."

I imagined making love and began to move my hips in a regular rhythm.

"What a clever baby you are!" she laughed. "Keep going. Don't you dare stop until you've cum for me into your wet nappy." Her words increased my excitement as she knew they would.

I could not take my eyes off her as she smiled and teased me... demeaned me. Her encouragement, mixed with her taunts affected me quickly.

As I neared orgasm Mummy shook a rattle for me and told me to make baby noises for her.
"Gurgle for me! Say 'Mummy'! Cry for your Mummy... If you cum in your nappy Mummy will give you breast milk!"
That was it. I came powerfully into the already sodden nappy. "Mummy! Mummy!" I cried.

"Oh there's a good baby! What a good little boy you are!! You must really love your nappies!"

She stroked my forehead gently and smiled. Her tone changed for a moment. "You really are just a pathetic little infant aren't you? It's a good thing that Mummy doesn't let you think about any adult things any more isn't it?" "Now then," she said in a teasing and loving tone once more, "Mummy will change you in a little while. You'll have to stay in that wet and sticky nappy until my three friends arrive. I've got a meal to prepare for them and, of course, I've got to make up some milky bottles for you haven't I? Perhaps my friends might like to help get you ready for bye-byes? They know all about you! Bedtime is half past six for my newborn."

At that she reached through the cot bars again...wiggled the dummy before standing up and walking to the door.

As she reached it, she turned and reminded me "Don't forget. I'll be watching and listening on the monitor." I tilted my head to look at the all seeing eye fixed on the wall beside the foot of the cot. I lay back, fully accepting my baby status and my absolute devotion to my Mummy.

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A Personal Account of Infantilism

This is something I have never shared with anyone - nor did I ever imagine I would - my earliest memories/thoughts relating to being babied.

As well as I can remember, I must have been around 12 or 13 years old with hormones going crazy I suppose when it started. Probably as the majority of boys do, I realised, quite accidentally, that lying face downwards in bed, placing pressure on my genitals felt really nice! I'm not sure how the next 'stage' came about but I recall lying against a pillow in bed one night and finding that not only was the additional (and constant) pressure very pleasant but I felt comforted somehow by the bulk of the pillow between my legs - outside of my pyjamas. It didn't occur to me until much later in life that perhaps this was a subconscious reminder of being in nappies. It became a regular thing for me to fall asleep each night with a pillow between my legs. The sense of comfort and well-being was indescribable.

I recall an extremely vivid & recurring dream from my teenage years. Basically the dream was that I, as a teenager, had been abducted - for some purpose - by two young women and was being held in a sort of mobile home seemingly always moving (to avoid being located/tracked down?). It was a large mobile home with a bedroom at the rear where I was kept and the vehicle was driven by either of the women. In the dream I was always dressed as a very young infant and fastened into a white wooden cot for the majority of the day and night. A string of coloured rattle balls stretched between the sides. I would be released from the confines of the cot only to be fed & changed. Playtime was strictly supervised and I would always remain in the cot, watched by one or other of the women as they casually read a book or similar.

The dream was so vivid that it remained in my thoughts during waking hours and soon turned into a sexual fantasy. In those days, the existence of sexual fantasies was completely unknown to me and I soon came to think that I was very weird and I must be the only person in the world to have thoughts such as these. Why would a perfectly fit teenager be having thoughts and a burning desire to be treated in every way as an infant? It didn't make any sense to me as a youngster who, looking back, was extremely naive about sex.

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Although my first girlfriend was keen to let me suckle regularly at her breasts, I never broached my baby thoughts with her. Looking back now of course, I remember her calling me her "little baby" in fun as I lay across her lap and nursed. Perhaps if I had had more courage then life would have taken a different direction and the baby boy inside me would have been freer? That first relationship ended after a few years and my next girlfriend was much more 'maternally dominant' but that didn't last for as long as I would have wished unfortunately. Mary was my girlfriend when I was in my early 20's, she was 17 when we first became friends. She came from a largish family in which she was the youngest and the only girl. Her 3 brothers were all married and had young children and babies.  Mary was a doting aunt and we would often take the little ones out for walks in their prams when I saw her at weekends. Mary, it occurred to me then, always seemed very content when she was looking after the babies.

Although we hadn't had sex with one another we were pretty intimate and our bodies held no mysteries for the other. We were both very tactile individuals who appreciated physical contact and cuddles. In the early weeks and months of our relationship, most evenings I would lay my head on her lap or cuddle into her breasts as we talked or watched TV. She knew I was both excited and relaxed when I was allowed to be close to her breasts and she would frequently ease open her blouse and allow me to gently nurse or simply rest my head against her soft, warm skin. I was only too willing to accept this treat when it was offered. My acceptance (and submissive state) was reinforced by her occasionally rubbing my penis gently through my trousers and smiling at me encouraging me gently to continue nursing. I was being ‘rewarded’ for doing something which was, in itself, a reward! I was a happy boy! I recall that she had very sensitive breasts and she could become very aroused after a relatively short period of me suckling first at one breast then the other. She soon began to refer to these occasions as "time for your feed". Not once did I question the phrase and I always assumed the desired position within seconds of her either patting her lap, or indeed, simply clicking her fingers and pointing to where I was to put myself. Looking back, of course, I know now that she was experimenting, seeing what she could get me to do. When she was in the mood I became little more than a cross between willing slave, baby & dog.

It had become the routine that her parents would go out to the local club every Saturday and Sunday and not return until around midnight. Mary & I would often babysit or just stay in, watch TV and then go to bed. All very innocent, usually! Some evenings I would be expected to fall into role almost the second the door closed behind her parents at around 6.30pm. The first command might be to fetch her a drink and kneel on the floor as I handed it to her. While I was there she would tell me perhaps that she was going to watch TV or take a bath and I was expected to prepare a meal for her. I was no cook nor was there any hint of consequence beyond maybe her not treating me like this if I didn't do as I was told but I did learn to put together a range of meals over the 20 months or so that we were together. I even accepted what was to become the routine humiliation of her tying a pinny around me while I was in the kitchen.

When the time came for me to be her 'doggy', I could find myself simply sitting at her feet or more infrequently, expected to repeatedly fetch a plastic or rubber toy thrown deliberately across the room. I have very clear memories of sitting between her knees holding a squeaky dog toy in my mouth for many many minutes while she stroked my hair - sometimes chatting on the phone to friends. It amused her to watch me trying not to drool as I haplessly tried to swallow without dropping the toy. I recall dropping it once and was rewarded with a swift nip with her nails on my ear. I retrieved the toy and continued my vigil at her feet. The simple, whispered command "Stay!" was all it took. So that was the situation I found myself in. Happy to be treated this way by a girl who was a sixth former. I yearned for her to make me wear a collar and leash but didn't suggest it. Even by this time I was not aware of the 'collared slave' idea. I simply knew it was something I wanted to happen. It didn't happen to me until many years after and that is a different chapter.

Although I was happy to be treated like this on a regular basis, I still gazed with envious eyes at her nephews & nieces when Mary was babysitting. I so wanted it to be me who was being put into nappies and adorable looking clothes - blue sleepsuits and bodysuits to hold nappies and rubber pants in place. Even the little dresses held some appeal although I'm not certain why. The idea of it being my very thickly padded bottom  showing from under a bodysuit or frilly dress haunted me then and still does to this day.  Watching them play happily with toys under her supervision on the floor or for the younger ones  on her lap, made my mind race imagining that one day it might be me. Although the 'duties' and dog play were quite 'kinky' I didn't have the nerve to broach the 'babying' thoughts I was having. I still thought I was the only person who felt like that, ever! However, unbeknownst to me, Mary had realised the potential benefits of treating me as an infant - in a small way at first but on the way to total obedience and control - an intoxicating motive and so easily achievable as it turned out.

So it was that one Saturday Mary told me that we were going out for a walk as she needed to get some things that her sister-in-law had asked her to pick up from the shop. I knew that we were due to babysit her little boy that night so it all seemed logical. Mary seemed cheerful - unduly so. We walked into the village and she led me to the chemist shop and she walked me directly to the baby section.  Reaching up, she picked up two feeding bottles and a blue dummy. I couldn't help wishing that the items were for me as we approached the counter. Mary carried the bag for the rest of the walk and as we approached her house, she nonchalantly asked if she could pop the bag into my car so we wouldn't forget it later. Her folks were around so behaviour was 'normal', with only an occasional meaningful glance from Mary to keep me 'focussed' on her.  Mary had arranged that we would arrive to baby-sit at around 6pm that way her brother and his wife could get ready while Mary organised the baby for bed. He was around 5 months old at the time so bed time was early. I watched as she fussed and cooed over her nephew and trying to focus on the TV while this was going on was not easy for me.

Soon the little one's parents went out and Mary said that she was going to feed the baby and then get him settled in his cot. She handed him to me and so that she could prepare his bottle. I looked at him and I really wanted to pinch his dummy but I resisted - reckoning that explaining the sudden outburst of crying would not be easy! Three or four minutes later she returned carrying three full bottles of baby milk as well as the dummy we had bought earlier. The teats of the bottles were covered with transparent plastic caps but despite that they remained alluring to me and my eyes were repeatedly drawn to them in the following minutes. Mary put the bottles onto the side table, made herself comfortable and then held out her arms to take the baby from me.

I gingerly lifted him into her waiting arms and he automatically laid back into position. Mary babbled to him and he settled into her as she reached for a bottle. Removing the cap, she tested the milk temperature by dripping several drops onto her wrist and then licking it off, satisfied that it was alright to feed the baby with. As she eased the teat into his mouth she cuddled him to her and began to rock him gently. Very soon his eyes began to close. His sucking was less regular, interspersed suddenly by faster sucking and then slower.

She watched him and smiled then turning to me she said, "Do you like the taste of baby milk? I think it's lovely, creamy and thick."

I was caught a little off guard by her question and I said that I didn't know if I liked it. I couldn't remember its taste. It had been a while! She smiled as she took the nipple from the now sleeping baby's mouth. She passed the half full bottle to me and quipped, "Don't you go drinking that!" and asked me to replace the cap while she made sure he was asleep and got him upstairs and down in his cot for the night.  She stood and carefully walked towards the door with him. She gestured that I should follow and I did so, anxious not to disturb him.

Mary entered the nursery and whispered that I should move the toys and wrinkled blanket. As she stepped back, I leaned into the cot and, as quietly and efficiently as I could, cleared an area where she could lay him. It only took a moment or so for him to be put down and we tiptoed out of the room.  Mary followed me out of the room pulling the door almost closed, "Well that's one down, one to go," she smiled. I wasn't certain what that meant and went downstairs with her following behind. She stopped me at the foot of the stairs and told me firmly to get her a glass of white wine from the kitchen and bring it to her. She then kissed me hard and I felt her hand move between my legs and slowly began to rub me. My hand went to her breast and in a few seconds she pulled away with an enormous grin on her face.

"Get the drink. I'll get one for you in a few minutes." At that she turned away.

I went into the kitchen and eventually found a wine glass and an open bottle of wine. As I looked around the kitchen there was all the evidence of a young baby in the house - highchair, bibs, sterilizer. I wanted to touch them all, examine everything closely. However I needed to do what I had been instructed and so I picked up the glass and walked back to the living room.  Mary had sat down in the same seat where she had been earlier. She smiled as I entered the room and her smile grew wider as I knelt in front of her and proffered the wine glass. She took it and, as I stood, she told me that she was going to watch a film on TV which was about to start and so she needed me to be quiet. She then said that I should lie across her and get comfortable. She placed some cushions under her left arm to help support my head and I lowered myself silently across her. I felt her right arm tapping against my bottom - encouraging me to 'shuffle' closer to her. This felt very comfortable. Her fingers stroked my hair as I lay and began to relax. I knew I would be expected to lie still and quiet until she decided otherwise. That was fine,  I relished the closeness.

After a few minutes she spoke, "Oh dear! I didn't get you a drink, did I? Now I can't get up without making us both uncomfy!"

I looked up at her and began to say that I was OK but before I could say it she looked to her left side and said, "Oh no, I didn't forget. Silly me! I brought your things through earlier!"

My heart leapt. Surely she didn't mean...?

She reached over me and I instantly knew what she had in mind. I stared wide-eyed as she brought one of the full feeding bottles into view, shaking it gently, ostensibly to mix the milk a little more. She sensed however that even the sound of the milk in the bottle was erotic in its own way to me. I gulped at the prospect of what was about to happen. She watched my reactions closely as she removed the protective cap. 

"I made these two bottles a little hotter so that they would still be nice & warm when it was time for your bedtime feed."

This had all been planned, down to the smallest detail. She must have enjoyed the whole preparation right from the moment when we went for a walk and ended up in the baby section of the chemist. In exactly the same way as she had done before, she inverted the bottle and let some milk drip onto her wrist. She brought her wrist to her mouth and licked it off.

"That's fine," she said as she turned her attention back to me - lying wide eyed in her arms. "Ready baby?"

She moved the teat close to my lips and my instinct was to pull away. I turned my head slightly and she simply said impatiently,  "Open your mouth and take it."

I turned back towards the milk-filled teat and opened my mouth.

"That's better," she praised me and without any further fuss pushed the teat into my mouth. "Now drink it all up, Diddums."

She had never called me this before but despite it being such an infantile name for me - it felt very good, appropriate almost.

The milk was exactly as she had said, thick and creamy, much more so than that which was delivered each day to the door! Sucking felt natural and I quickly fell into a rhythmical feeding. Alternately opening my eyes to look at her and then closing my eyes to focus on the new sensations and situation I was in. Mary kept moving the bottle in her hand. Rotating the teat in my mouth, tipping the bottle to break the airtight seal between my lips and the teat, a simple action to ensure that air got back into the bottle and I didn't end up filling myself with air. She had obviously had a lot of experience bottle feeding babies before and now it was my turn to 'benefit' from her baby care knowledge. It seemed like moments but was probably around ten minutes before the telltale gurgling noise came from the bottle, indicating that it was empty. Mary congratulated me on finishing my feed and asked if it had been "yummy". The sensation of being bottle fed had been wonderful but I wasn't too sure about the taste of the baby milk and told her.

"Oh, you'll soon get used to that!" she teased.

She turned me towards her and began rubbing my back. I knew that she wanted me to burp but considering the fact that I had just submitted to being bottle-fed, I felt too embarrassed to be winded too. She persisted however with rubbing and patting interspersed with words of encouragement until finally I did burp. She congratulated me and lay me back in her arms again.  As she reached for the second bottle I knew I would accept it more easily this time. She seemed delighted that I opened my mouth almost immediately she removed the teat cover.

"I'm really glad you have taken to the bottle so well, Diddums. I will be feeding you each time we are together from now on."

Her words took some time to sink in but I was in no doubt that she meant them.  The second bottle took longer to finish than the first. I remember feeling unusually contented and relaxed as I lay back being fed like an infant. The bottle had to be finished, I was in no doubt of that. Occasionally, when my sucking became slower, Mary would shake me gently or the bottle would be jiggled or more forcefully pushed into my mouth. As the final rivulet of warm milk entered my mouth, I turned my head towards Mary. She withdrew the bottle and stroked my face gently.

"There now. That was lovely wasn't it?"

I looked at her and nodded weakly.

"Say 'thank you' then."

"Thank you," I whispered.

"That's a good little boy," she sniggered. "Now, I want you to go bye-byes and be quiet while I watch the television so here's your dummy."

My eyes opened in semi-surprise. The dummy had slipped my mind. I did not resist though. What point would there have been?
The dummy was pale blue and had an embossed image of a teddy bear on it. Mary made no real fuss beyond showing me the little bear as she put it into my mouth. She held it in pace for a few seconds, wiggling it a little to encourage me to suck it. As I relaxed once more, I felt her hand move to my belt and felt her unfasten it. Then the waist button followed by the zip. I heard a plastic packet rustling and opened my eyes to see her removing a baby wipe from the packet. Gathering it into her hand, she calmly moved her hand under the waistband of my underpants and took hold of my erect penis. The baby wipe felt cool on my skin as she told me I seemed to be 'wet'.

"If you're going to be wet often then I will have to seriously consider making you wear nappies and baby pants! Wouldn't that be fun? You would have to pay for them all though! Imagine having to budget to pay for your own nappies! I would buy them and you would pay."

This seemed both a threat and a promise. I didn't comment as she laughed to herself and began to move her hand up and down my very excited and erect penis.

"You enjoy being babied, don't you?"

I nodded as the sensations in my groin grew stronger.

"Every time you take your bottle and finish it and then ask for your dummy, I will wank you off as a reward. I love seeing you like this - weak and submissive, sucking at a baby's dummy. Perhaps I'll get you a pretty baby's bib and a few toys for next weekend? Maybe I'll take you baby shopping and make you choose the things you like the most? Then when we come home I can use them with you!"

The combination of her words and steady rhythmic action on my penis led to the inevitable. I came harder than I could ever remember. My cum was caught by Mary in the baby wipe as she stroked more gently now. She removed her hand and took out another wipe. She ran the wipe over the tip of my penis and then pushed both wipes into my underpants and withdrew her hand.

"They can stay there until I tell you to get rid of them."

I looked at her and nodded - still sucking on the dummy she had bought for me earlier.

"Now then, the film is about to start. Be a good baby. Suck your dodo and go to sleep."

I closed my eyes and relaxed. I didn't fall asleep though, I wanted to savour this moment. My first real adult experience of being treated as a baby. Wonderful.

***

True to her word, future weekends always featured some level of me being babied. Mary took to carrying a dummy (my dummy) in her bag whenever we went out - shopping, gigs, the pub, anywhere. I was often required to suck on it as I drove her home. It gave her a chance "to listen to some music without any infantile babble" from me. I also knew that if ever I came close to displeasing her, a knowing glance towards the bag would generally bring me 'back into line'. Although this all sounds really odd to the majority of people, it felt like a very normal situation to us. Mary was very maternal but also very dominant. I satisfied the required roles of small child and also that of submissive partner.

I remember that we went to a music festival (Knebworth 1978) and, although I was the older of the two of us, it was Mary who was in charge of me and everything we did. We hired a Transit van as neither of us fancied the idea of camping in a tent. The van was large enough to take a double mattress borrowed from one her brothers. So, we were set for our long weekend. Mary borrowed three very large flasks so we could fill them with soup and always have access to warm food. We also took sandwiches and biscuits along with lager and wine. This was going to be a special weekend although I didn't realise how special.

We were leaving mid afternoon on Friday when most folks were still at work. I carried our supplies to the van while she checked that nothing had been left behind. As we were about to close the door prior to leaving, Mary handed me a cloth bag.

"These are some baby things we'll need for you while we're away."

I smiled weakly, I'd not imagined much (if any) babying this weekend - more like drink, sex and rock n' roll - baby milk, night time feeds and
dummies didn't quite fit the image!

With everything duly loaded, we were on the road but it was only a few minutes before Mary told me to stop at a supermarket a couple of miles from her house. I had been correct when I had surmised that the detour to the store was to stock up on things for the weekend. Mary got me to carry the basket which she proceeded to fill with bread buns, cold meats and soft drinks. It surprised me however when several jars of baby food were added. Up to this point I had not had baby food and this
wasn't an idea I relished. Mary didn't ask my opinion on the flavours or amount being loaded one by one into the basket. In total, there must have been around a
dozen jars and tins of baby food. All 'first' foods for infants in the early stages of being weaned - basically infant mush. After making her selection she turned her attention to a pack of dummies.

"Always best to have spares!" she laughed as she dropped them into the basket.

A small pack of coloured, plastic feeding spoons sat on the summit of the shopping as we headed for the checkout with the prettiest girl sitting at it. Mary unloaded everything onto the conveyor and indicated that I should pay while she packed. I watched, feigning disinterest as the teenager on the checkout picked up each item and keyed in the price and alternately glancing at me and then Mary. I wondered what was going through the girl's mind. Did she guess which 'baby' was going to be eating this food? We left the store and, after clambering back into the van, I asked about the baby food.

"Well, this weekend seems like a perfect time for you to be babied. After all, we won't be seeing anyone we know so what does it matter to anyone if you're a little babyish? Or I talk to you like you're a toddler? People will just smile & think it's strange but cute. I bet lots of the men there would love their girlfriends to speak to them like that and I bet lots of the girls would love to be able to treat their boyfriends like but they're scared to tell each other!"

I could see the logic but it didn't feel comfortable. The rest of the journey passed with little reference to babying. I thought of it but didn't mention it. Part of me didn't want to appear too keen. We arrived in the early evening and parked the van and I immediately jumped over into the back, stretched out and took a deep breath. I was relieved to have arrived and to have nothing to do for a couple of days but enjoy the music. Mary soon joined me in the back and lay down beside me. We chatted for a few minutes about the bands we were going to see that weekend and how we hoped to get a good position when the gates opened early the next day. We smiled.

Perhaps she smiled a little more as she said, "Are you hungry?"

I said that I was and remembered the sandwiches we'd bought earlier. Mary opened a bag and took out a sandwich pack. She peeled back the wrapping and removed one of the sandwiches which she bit into. I stretched out to take the remaining sandwich from the pack but I received a sharp tap on my hand accompanied by a childish admonishment, "Ah ah!" I withdrew my hand quickly. From another bag, Mary retrieved what looked initially like a small hand cloth but as she casually shook it, I could see that it was a bib. A blue edged bib with a picture of a teddy bear in a boat on it.

"This weekend when you eat, you will wear a bib. Don't worry about being messy. I expect that and that's why I've brought a few."

"Oh come on! I'm not going to wear a bib!"

"Oh yes you are and what's more, for objecting you will have to ask me nicely to fasten your bib on you."

"I don't think so," I said, trying to make light of it.

"If you don't ask me then I'll refer to you as 'Baby' when we're in the crowd tomorrow. I wonder which you'd prefer? Wearing a bib while I'm feeding you or
perhaps having everyone around us hearing you answer to 'Baby'? You decide!"

At that, she placed the bib on the floor beside her and went back to eating her sandwich. She simply watched me as I digested what she had said. It didn't take long to realise that accepting this was preferable to the option the following day. I nodded acceptance.

"That's a good boy. Now, in a moment, I want you to pick it up and put it on yourself. This will be the only time I'll let you do it but it will show me that you have really accepted that you need to wear a bib. Firstly ask me for permission to wear your bib - a baby's bib." She grinned widely and then took another bite of her sandwich. She raised her eyebrows in anticipation of my question. "I'm waiting..."

I looked at the bib and then to her. I cleared my throat and said, "Would I be allowed to wear that baby's bib while I am eating, please?"

She paused, smiling. "Of course it would be alright. I think you'll look really cute." She picked it up and handed it to me. "There you are, Diddums. Put your bib
on and let me see."

I fastened the pale blue ties behind my neck and turned to face her. She could barely contain her laughter.

"Oh don't you look precious? I know what you need now." She reached into her handbag and retrieved my dummy. Holding it up, she twirled it around in her fingers and then leaned forward to push it between my lips. "Now then, you sit there quietly while I get your din-dins ready."

She was really getting into this. I sat still and watched as she brought a feeding bottle out of the large bag and unscrewed the cap. Next she picked one of the large 'soup' flasks and began to unfasten the top. As the lid was removed, I could immediately smell the familiar sweet odour of baby milk. I must have looked surprised.

"Aw, you recognise the smell of your milk don't you? Are you a good boy who is going to have his bottle then?" she mocked.

As she said this she gently poured the milk from the flask into the bottle. It only took a few seconds before the flask was resealed and the cap and teat were being fastened. Mary placed the bottle to one side and told me that as I was getting to be a "big boy" that she was going to let me have big boy food too. The sandwiches sprang into my thoughts but were quickly dispelled as she held up a jar of turkey and vegetable baby food 'suitable for babies from 4 months' and then a
strawberry and pear dessert. All washed down with a nice warm bottle of baby milk.

“You're going to enjoy this baby but not as much as I'm going to enjoy making you eat it."

She reached towards me and gripped the ring of the dummy and jiggled it lightly, "Come on den, give Mama your dummy. You will get it
back as soon as you make din dins all gone!"

I opened my mouth and she removed the dummy. I then watched, humbled, as she opened the first jar of baby food and dipped a bright yellow plastic baby spoon into it. She turned the jar slightly and lifted the spoon with its mound of brown mush atop it. She leant forward and could see my reluctance but dismissed it with a sharp, "Open your mouth!"

Automatically I obeyed. Before she began to feed me she said, "I want you to say 'Mama'. Say 'ma-ma' like a baby.
Ma-ma! Ma-ma!"

I looked at her and mouthed 'Mama' softly.

"Like a baby Just learning to make noises. Try harder. Ma-ma!"

I said it again more hesitantly this time, almost stumbling, "Ma-ma?"

"Again!"

"Ma-ma! Ma-ma!"

"That's better! Remember to do it just like that."

The spoon moved to my mouth and she spooned it past my lips. "Now move it around in your mouth. I want to see you enjoy it!"

Its taste was overwhelmingly bland and I tried to 'disconnect' from it as I became more accustomed to it's slightly gritty taste yet smooth texture. One by one the spoonfuls of food kept coming - many accompanied by infantile encouragements.

"Open wide! Here comes the choo-choo! Here comes the aeroplane!"

Each encouragement had its own sound associated with it. Once the food was in my mouth Mary would make 'yummy' noises and look at me with wide maternal eyes. When the first jar was finished it was time for my bottle. I lay in her arms as she removed the bottle cap. She looked down at me and chuckled with satisfaction as she firmly pushed the teat between my lips and instructed me to drink.

"I wish my friends could see you now. They see you collecting me from school and are so impressed by your car and important job. I wonder what they would say if they knew that I bottle feed you baby milk, that you happily wear a baby's bib, that you ask me to give you a dummy - all  meant for a helpless infant."

My sucking became concentrated as her words affected me - as she knew they would.

"Perhaps it would be a good idea to make you wear nappies when you're with me. Imagine not being allowed to use the toilet! That would just be for a big boy. Not a baby bottle dependent 'man'!"

The teat was removed from my mouth and the bottle set down. I expected to sit up but was held down as the jar of pudding was opened and systematically spooned into my mouth. I remember thinking that this actually tasted really nice. I was actually enjoying this. This jar seemed to end much more quickly than the earlier one and my bottle was quickly reinserted with the instruction to finish every last drop 'like a good boy'.

I did as I was told. Mary patted and rubbed my back and I burped as required. Mary told me to lie on my back on the mattress. Feeling quite calm and relaxed by now, I was happy to do that. I looked across to Mary as she stood up and removed her jeans and underwear. This was unexpected and my mind raced. We had not had full sex at this point and I had not brought protection. That concern was quickly removed as she straddled my body and grabbed my wrists, pushing them firmly above my head.

"Now then, Baby, this is where you get the chance to use that tongue of yours for something other than sucking a silly dummy!"

She lowered herself onto my face and covered my mouth. Adjusting herself, she commanded me to lick hard. This was completely new to me. The feel of her thighs on either side of my face pressing and releasing. Her female aroma filled my senses as I tasted her for the first time. I fell to my task easily - she had trained me to use my tongue well with all the bottle feeds and enforced dummy sucking.  This was also a first time for her and soon she was very damp and the taste of her juices began to fill my mouth. The instruction to suck her soon followed and she groaned with satisfaction until her body stiffened, she held her breath and she shuddered for several seconds. Her tremor eased and she looked down at me looking exhausted but satisfied.

"Oh you are a good boy for making me feel like that. A very, very good boy!"

She lifted her body off mine and rolled to my right side, simultaneously pulling the blanket over us both. She smiled with contentment as she used the bib to wipe around my mouth before smoothing it down once more patting it onto my chest. There was a pause of perhaps a minute and I felt her hand on my groin, a gentle rubbing on my already straining penis.

"I think it's time that you came for Mama now, isn't it?"

I nodded my agreement. I think you need to ask Mama for something first though don't you? I don't want you making a noise and disturbing other people do I? Babies should be seen and not heard."

I remembered her stipulation that if I was to be allowed an orgasm, I had to ask for my dummy. I gulped, looked at her and asked if I could have my dummy to suck. She smiled again, picked it up and put it into her mouth to moisten and clean the teat.

As she removed it and pushed it into my mouth she said, "That stays in there until I take it out. Let it fall out of your mouth and you'll be sorry. Lie still."

She stretched over me and reached into her bag. She removed a length of rope and fastened my hands together before securing the remainder to the rear handle of the van.

"Now I am going for a walk around the campsite. I'll be about half an hour. You stay there and suck on your dummy. Who knows, you might even go bye-byes! I'll always be able to see the van so don't think about getting out."

She climbed into the front of the van and then out through the passenger door, locking the doors behind her. My thoughts raced. I took stock of my situation. Tied securely by my hands in the back of a Transit van. A baby's dummy in my mouth and a decorated bib around my neck. I prayed that no passer by would look through the windows. I could hear people chatting nearby and music playing. It was only a short while before I heard Mary's voice chatting to a couple right next to the van. Ordinary conversation about where we were from, what bands we had come to see, etc. I heard Mary say that she was with her boyfriend but "he was tired" so she'd left him in the van "to have a little nap as he gets cranky if he doesn't get his sleep" and I heard them laugh. Shortly after, Mary opened the door and climbed back into the van beside me.

"Are you awake baby?" she asked with a smirk. I muttered from behind my dummy and she laughed.

"Oh you are a silly baby! You mustn't try to talk. Mummy can't understand those baby noises. You stay quiet while Mama checks you."

The combination of her infantile tone and the unfastening if my trousers served to excite me quickly.

"You just lie there and suck your dummy nicely and Mama will see to you, sweetheart."

She began to rhythmically stroke me up and down and spoke softly telling me what a very good boy I had been that day and that as my reward, I was going to be allowed to cum for her. The intensity grew in my groin as she said that I would sleep with my dummy that night and that she would fasten it into my mouth with pretty blue baby ribbon. This proved to be an image too far and I felt myself reaching the 'point of no return'. Mary sensed this and began to both encourage and taunt me.

"Are you going to cum for me then baby? You are pathetic! Lying there with your dummy in your mouth and your little bib around your neck aren't you?" she sneered.

I gazed, wide eyed. An insult - called "pathetic" - but it raised my excitement level still further. I didn't understand but had no time to dwell on it as she leaned in to me and whispered.

"If you want me to put you in thick nappies and rubber pants, you'll cum for me. Nappies and pants just like a baby!"

Each word was emphasised until the final 'baby' which was spat out. In a split second, I came intensely.

As I was coming, Mary taunted me even more, "So it's going to be baby nappies as well as bottles and dummies is it?"

I squirmed as the orgasm peaked and ebbed and I took deep breaths.

"Oh baby! What have you done?" she laughed as she began to clean me up with a baby wipe. "You really do need to be in nappies don't you?"

She laughed to herself as she released my hands, pulled the blanket over us and pulled me into her breasts.

***

To be continued...

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A short story, 'Rebirth'

The phone call was inviting in more ways than one. The voice at the end of the phone was silken, honey velvet and hypnotic.

"You are going to spend your holiday with me. I am having a baby... and you are it." I could sense her smile as she paused to allow her words to take effect. "I want you here on Saturday morning at 10 a.m. prompt. Is that clear?" I gulped and confirmed I would be there but, of course, she knew what my response would be even before she had telephoned.

The days leading up to Saturday crawled by but my arrival was delayed by a traffic jam.  Mummy does not expect to be kept waiting and as the door swung open, I could see in her eyes and hear in her almost contemptuous greeting of "Hello, child" that she was not 'best pleased'. Mummy directed me into the main living room and left me standing unsurely in the middle of the room while she settled herself on a chair. She instructed me to lower my trousers and underwear and as I did so and they dropped down to my ankles she explained that she was going to spank my bottom to punish me for my poor time keeping. Mummy gestured for me to shuffle forward to her and to position myself over her lap and Mummy immediately began spanking my bottom hard with a wooden paddle shaped like a teddy bear and I had to endure twelve painful smacks on each cheek of my bottom.

"Now go stand in the corner and you will stay there for the same length of time that you have kept me waiting and if you move you will receive the same treatment all over again."

I stood in the corner with my face to the wall and my trousers and underwear (such as I am allowed to wear these days) at my ankles.

I try to cling to some remnant adulthood but I know that my underwear is really little more than a pull-up nappy that is usually covered with an infantile patterned pair of plastic pants because even when I am not by Mummy's side, I am expected to wear some type of nappy and protective covering. To ensure my complete obedience to her, at intervals I am expected to send a photo from my mobile phone to Mummy within 30 minutes of her text message, to prove that I am nappied in accordance with her wishes for my training. It can be tricky sometimes, especially at work but I now know that if the demand for a photograph is not met within the time limit then it means a severe punishment at my next attendance.

The pain of my reddened bottom was only just beginning to fade as I finally heard Mummy call me to her chair.  I meekly obeyed and half waddled to Mummy who now smiled warmly at me and tenderly stroked the side of my face with her hand.

"You really are just a big baby, aren't you? A big baby who really, really wants to be the tiniest baby that he can possibly be?" She wrinkled her nose and grinned at me.

My response took no thought. I instantly nodded acceptance and at the same time gazed pleadingly into her eyes.

She continued and said that I would be experiencing life from a different perspective - an experience that I had been through before but could not recall. This time I would remember it all.

"Take off all of your clothes, sweetheart. You'll not be needing any big boy clothes now."

As I undressed, she took each item of clothing from me and pushed them unceremoniously into a black plastic bin bag.

She leaned towards me and whispered, "All babies come into the world with nothing. You will be no different."

She was playing with me again. Speaking in riddles.  She held out her hand and wiggled her fingers towards me.

"Come along, baby. Come to Mummy. Come on then..."

I took her proffered hand and she encouraged me to waddle alongside her towards a room whose door was slightly ajar with a subtle, dim light coming from inside. 

Mummy reached into a pocket and took out a blindfold which looked as though it was made of rubber.

"Now Mummy is going to cover your eyes, precious. Don't worry. You are going to be very safe. Just do exactly what I tell you."

With that, she put the blindfold over my eyes and unlike the blindfolds I'd experienced as a child, when playing 'blind man's buff', this one allowed no light through at all. I could see nothing. One of my senses was effectively removed.

"Now you'll have to listen very, very carefully won't you?" she said quietly. I nodded as she gently took my hand again and led me forward. I took perhaps half a dozen steps and was told to stand still once more as she withdrew her comforting, guiding hand.

I could hear the movement of items but quite what they were I didn't know though I would soon learn. Mummy took my hands and placed them on what felt like a bed and then manoeuvred me into a bent over position supporting myself with my hands. I soon began to feel a gentle pressure as I felt something was  being inserted into my backside. I gasped slightly as the pressure continued relentlessly.

"Just take it. Accept it for me. There's a good boy!" 

I felt it finally 'seat' itself into my back passage and I let out a sigh.

"What a good boy! Now to put some nice snug, rubber baby pants on you to make sure it doesn't fall out!" 

I acceptingly lifted each leg in turn as the rubber pants were eased over my feet and pulled up firmly.  I felt her hands move gently onto my shoulders as she guided me to sit on the bed.

"Lift your feet, little one."

As I did so I could feel something quite heavy being eased over my legs like a sack of some sort and with a little tugging, my feet were soon at the bottom of it.

"Stand up tall like a soldier now and cross your arms over your chest while I ease this over you."

I crossed my arms as she efficiently pulled the top of the sack over my shoulders. I had to crouch slightly as I felt the front being fastened with a silent and smooth zip fastener and I realised that my torso was encased in this sack which I sensed by its texture was rubber.  Mummy eased me back onto the bed and as I adjusted to my new surroundings, it was clear that I could not stretch to my full height. I was almost in a foetal position. I began to protest a little but Mummy soothed me by stroking my face lightly, telling me what a good baby I was as I squirmed with a mixture of comfort and confinement.

"Not many little ones can remember what it was like in Mummy's womb but that is where you are going, little one, all the way back to be born again!"

I turned towards the sound of her voice and felt her hand pushing something gently into my ear.

"Babies can't hear clearly in the womb so that will be the same for you," she said as the other ear plug was inserted.

Her voice was more muffled now. My senses were in turmoil. I could not see or hear properly. My sense of touch was limited to my own body and that of the all encasing 'womb'. As I moved ineffectually, I felt Mummy pull something tenderly but steadily over the top of my head and down over my face. It was a rubber mask and it felt tight as it came over my features and in a moment it was being attached at the neck to the womb bag. I was completely sheathed in rubber. I could however breathe without difficulty through both nose and mouth. I was conscious of the closeness of Mummy. She lay gently on me and spoke soothingly to me.

"So now you're back in Mummy's womb, aren't you baby? But one thing is missing. You still need nourishment, don't you?" As she said that I felt the rubber bulb of a large teat being eased past my lips. A strap was slipped behind my head and fastened in place. This felt like a gag. What had Mummy meant by 'nourishment'? 

Again I felt her closeness.

"I am going to connect a little feeding tube now sweetheart. Soon the teat will fill with lovely warm milky which you will have to keep drinking all the time you are in the womb. When it is time for you to be reborn then Mummy will put you straight to the breast to feed you but that will only be when Mummy is ready for you. In the meantime, you will lie there all safe and sound."

She patted me and rubbed me gently as the teat began to fill and I began to suckle on the sweet, warm milk. Mummy's voice, still muffled, became clearer as she lay close to me and stroked me. I could hear her humming gently to herself as she rubbed and pressed on the womb bag.

"I wonder if baby will kick while he's in the womb?"

There was a pause and suddenly I felt a jolt course through my body. My entire body flexed involuntarily. What had happened?  I heard Mummy laughing and giggling. "There! My baby just kicked!" I felt her hand firmly stroking the womb bag.

"Kick again, baby boy. Kick again!"

Another jolt. I realised that the butt plug that she had put inside me earlier was, in fact, a vibrator - controlled remotely by her. She was pressing the control and varying the periods for which it vibrated. I wriggled in my constraining bag, continuing to suckle. My erection clearly signalled my enjoyment to Mummy who was taking great delight in my situation. The vibrator was used intermittently over the next hour or so. The milk, however, was relentless. My squirming now was beginning to be driven by a need to relieve myself.

Without warning, the strap was quickly unfastened and the teat pulled from my tired lips. I felt confused and tried to hear what was happening.  The bed began to shake as I felt Mummy move onto it. I moved my head from one side to another and suddenly felt softness on each side of my face. Mummy's thighs?

It was all becoming tighter and restricting my movement and I couldn't move my head at all. Then pressure on my face. Not uncomfortable but firm pressure. I breathed through either my nose or mouth, alternately almost. I could hear groans from Mummy. I could simultaneously feel hands pressing onto my arms and sides of my body.

Suddenly the pressure around my head was gone. There was an almost frantic release of the neck fastenings and the womb bag was opened. My body relaxed into the extra space as the womb was pulled away. As soon as I was free of that I could feel hands releasing the mask, then fumbling to remove the ear plugs and finally the blindfold was removed. My eyes blinked at the sudden influx of light. Disoriented, I squeezed my eyelids together until I became accustomed to the glare.

Before I could comprehend anything else, I received two very hard smacks on the backs of my legs which made me yelp loudly. Within seconds, the rubber pants I had been wearing were removed along with the butt plug; efficiently they were replaced by a thick nappy between my legs. Then a soft cloth wiping my face and mouth as I struggled to take in all of the sensations and emotions which seemed to explode in and around me.

Through all of this, I could hear Mummy's voice, "Hello, my baby. Hello, sweetheart. I'm your new Mummy!"

A warm blanket was laid over me as Mummy cuddled me to her. Part of the blanket was pulled over the top of my head and I peered out and into her eyes. Smiling down at me, once again she cooed, "Hello, baby boy. Mummy is going to look after you now."

As she spoke, she partially eased back the blanket which covered her to reveal her milk engorged breasts. The moisture on each lactating nipple glistening in the light reflected from the bedside lamp.

"Come on then, come to Mummy. Be my baby. Be my baby forever..." as she eased her nipple towards me and lightly touched my lips. I knew that indeed I was her baby forever.

My lips closed around her nipple and I heard a sigh of satisfaction as I readily began to nurse.

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