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My Husband is now my Sissy Baby Girl 2
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By Rebecca Sterne

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He feared what lay
ahead of him under the control of these women. The wet nurse Katie,
also one of Ms Thorndyke's nieces, was younger than him at no more
than 24 or 25 years old he guessed. The idea of being dominated and
humiliated in this way by a younger woman was almost too much for
him. He was a 30 year old man for goodness sake, not a helpless baby
girl!
"There, there
Danielle. Only another fifteen minutes and we can change you into a
nice clean diaper." Katie's voice and her hand patting him
reassuringly on his bare leg brought Danny out of his reverie. For
some reason as she patted his smooth, hairless thigh he became aware
that he needed to pee again. As much as he wanted to avoid the
humiliation of wetting himself for a second time he wasn't certain
that he could hold it for another quarter of an hour, especially as
the road was becoming rougher by the mile.
He caught Katie's eye
and immediately looked down, feeling ashamed of how he must look to
her dressed in such a frilly, babyish outfit and sucking on a
pacifier. Looking at his own feet covered in lacy socks did nothing
to make him feel any better about his situation and to make matters
worse his bladder was now starting to feel fuller than he'd like. He
hoped it was more psychological than physical, but nonetheless he
also hoped the road wouldn't get any worse.
Another five minutes
passed and one bump too many. Danny tried desperately to clench his
muscles but was unable to stop a small amount of pee escaping into
the already wet diaper. His jaw clenched around the pacifier in one
final determined attempt to stop himself from being degraded any
further but the next series of bumps in the road proved too much and
his bladder simply let go into the already wet diaper.
The relief at not
holding it in any more was mixed with complete embarrassment at
wetting his diaper like a baby. He could feel his warm pee flooding
out and the diaper expanding to accommodate the additional load. He
began wondering if it would cope or whether he'd start to leak out
into the plastic panties that covered it. Letting out a forlorn sigh
he knew that Katie was watching him closely as he wet himself in
front of her.
"Danielle!"
Katie scolded, "You could have waited until you had a dry diaper
on." She shook her head as if dismayed by his actions, but
couldn’t hide the satisfied smile that was spreading across her
face as she watched Danny’s diaper filling up.

Sally and Janet have their way with poor little diapered, waddling Steve. It's the end of his misadventures for now.

The Mother-In-Law

Part 8 – Final of Book 1

Janet recognised the contented, slightly faraway look of her regressing son-in-law.

'Good boy,' said Janet, patting his thick rear. She leaned down and picked him up from the floor. She's very strong, thought Steve as she swung him upwards in one movement. Janet placed Steve's backside on her wide hip, and with his legs straddling her, she carried him back to his bedroom. He snuggled against her.

Janet changed Steve into a thick double diaper and a new, pale blue onesie.

He was still in a state of what seemed to be quiet shock, so she carried him back downstairs and set him on the rug. She got out a new set of trains – big, varnished wooden ones this time, with big wooden tracks, and left him to his own devices.

Steve wet heavily half an hour later, sitting oblivious in the heavy diaper as he choo-chooed the trains around their wooden track.

Janet was surprised at how long it had taken for him to lose his bladder control. Sally's choice of subject was always spot on, and this one was so handsome too! Sally's months of hypnosis, starting with the deep and meaningful at the executive retreat, usually meant that the diuretics only took a day to complete the job of robbing the subjects of their childhood training.

She was a marvel, Janet thought. She had taken Steve from being pivotal in his organization to being so ineffective that he'd been sacked. She had been a consultant to Steve's firm, and had made sure that Steve attended the executive retreat set up purely to ensnare him. He had on his part swallowed the rubbish about hidden anxiety Sally had written into his information packs, and he had turned up at the retreat of his own free will, full of uncertainties, and ripe for the women’s special treatment. And Sally had got to work on poor Steve, subtly reinforcing his worries and magnifying his few troubles. Sally had dwelled on Steve’s occasional childhood bedwetting, emphasising the role his mother had played in making him fell better about himself at those times. By the time Sally had finished with him, Steve was subconsciously responding to his new wife as an authority figure, and his grip on his adult persona was becoming precarious.

At the right time, Sally had delivered her poor unsettled husband Steve to Janet, who was now administering the coup de grace.

Janet looked across at Steve, who was now babbling quietly to himself as he played with his trains.

She mixed another little drink for him, and took it over to him in a sippy cup. He drank it happily and returned to his trains. She could see from the state of Steve’s fat, round crotch that he needed another change.

Janet pretended to ring Sally, who had been staying only a mile away in the guest lodge hidden near the gate. The women had been meeting daily to discuss Steve’s progress, or regress, and Sally was now in the parlour with the phone on intercom.

'Steve, I've got Sally on the phone!' Janet called to him a few minutes later.

This part was always fun, thought Janet. Almost as much fun as the bank account stage, she thought. She looked at Steve. Sally was right. He was a prefect baby. Sally could certainly spot them, Janet thought proudly. She thought of her own dear husband, who had been Sally’s first great success. Perhaps Sally should give the game away after all, and just look after Steve.

She might marry this one for real, too, Janet thought, thinking of all the meaningless ‘civil ceremonies’ she had performed with their ‘subjects’ over the years, Janet in disguise as a marriage celebrant.

Steve waddled up to Janet, looking for all the world like the oversized toddler he was fast becoming in mind as well as body. She hoped he was going to be able to make sense as she gave him the phone.

'Hullo Steve,' said Sally. 'How are things?'

Steve bit his lower lip as he held the phone.

'Good,' he said. He could feel the weight of his sodden diaper, and hoped that Janet would not think he was being a baby for wetting them. He hoped Sally wouldn’t realise that he had wet his diaper.

'And what are you doing, baby?' Sally asked.

Steve looked at Janet with a worried expression.

'Well, tell her what you're doing,' said Janet with a broad smile.

'Trains,' said Steve, looking down at the big wooden train he was clutching.

'Trains,' said Sally. 'That sounds exciting. What are you doing with trains, baby?'

Steve looked at Janet again.

'Well, tell her what you're doing with the trains, darling,' said Janet. She loved the way they were often half aware of reality at this stage, but could not think fast enough to act other than as they had been programmed.

Steve bit his lip harder.

‘Are you playing with your trains, baby?’ prompted Sally on the phone.

Steve was grateful for her help.

'Yep. Playing,' he said. He peed helplessly into his diaper as he spoke, and big, silent tears ran down his face.

'Playing - that must be fun! Are you being good for Janet, baby?' Sally continued.

Steve swallowed. He wanted to ask Sally about something, about what she was doing, but he couldn’t think how to frame the question.

‘Well, are you being a good baby for Janet?' Sally asked again.

Steve caught the reference to being a good baby. He looked at his fat diaper, then across at Janet, who was smiling at him. He knew he was a good baby. He felt confident about that.

'Yes,' said Steve. He licked the tears off his lips and swallowed again.

'That's good, darling. And have you been wetting your bed?' she asked.

'Yes,' Steve answered promptly, nodding into the phone, and beginning to sob softly.

‘And do you need to wear a diaper to bed now, baby?' Sally asked her husband.

'Yes,' Steve replied between sobs.

'I think you need to wear your diaper all the time now, don't you baby?' Sally asked gently.

'Mm….,' said Steve. He felt funny in his tummy, and knew he had to hold his breath and push with his muscles. He looked at Janet again, hoping that he could keep what he was doing a secret from her. Janet smiled kindly as his bowels released some of their contents into his well-soaked diaper.

He was shaking now, as well as crying. Janet watched as he gradually gave in - physically to the increased drugs, and mentally to his obvious condition. Perhaps the strongest ones really are the weakest, as Sally had often told her.

Janet took the phone gently from Steve's shaking hand. He swayed for a moment, then sat heavily on the floor Janet took the handpiece from him.

He finished filling his diaper as he turned to crawl back to his trains. Janet watched him with interest. She knew that it would be a long time before he walked again.

The door on the other side of the parlour opened and Sally strode in.

Steve stopped at the strangely familiar noise of her heels, and turned in mid-crawl to look at his wife.

'Sa...S...' he began, then began to babble incoherently.

'Can you say "Mama" for me baby?' asked Sally, kneeling next to him and stroking his head.

Tears of shame overwhelmed Steve. He became quiet.

'M...Mama,' he heard himself say before relapsing into helpless sobs.

Sally settled down on the floor next to him, and pulled up her blouse. She pulled at the Velcro strip of her bra cup and held her big brown nipple to Steve's lips.

'I think he needs a change first,' said Janet, smiling at her daughter.

'Later, Mom, I think he needs some loving now,' Sally said as Steve’s sobs mutated to murmurs. 'You go and do the books.'

Maybe she would marry this one, she thought.

The End.



I thought i was the king of the quick twist. But you certainly showed me up with this one.

I am not sure what you can do to continue this one after this chapter.

I have some ideas but I am not much with telling others how to write there stories.

I will leave the sequel if it is going to happen up to you.

Then i will sit back quietly and wait for your next story to hit the board

Honestly i really felt Steves pain as you regressed him

and its funny I always knew that Janet was not the evil one LMAO it was always Sally

Great Work love you are a natural
Once again, thanks for the praise. I'll get conceited!

I think you may be right about continuing. I have no good idea where to go with this story from here (apart from a few strange directions), as its structure seems sort of complete. I'd be very interested in your thoughts about it, though, either here or by email.

Best regards

Sal


Sally, your skills at structuring a story are impressive. Where can other stories you've written be located? Have you written any in which women make males wear female clothing along with their diapers?
Hi Chris

I've written some stories where the man is feminised as well as diapered or regressed. I'm not down on men, but I think that for men, regression and the submissive nature of certain aspects of femininity naturally go together. I think that in some cases, a strong 'feminine side' in a man will be released when that man is domionated or infantilized.

As a newbie here, I don't know the politics of putting another site's URL on the board.

If you email me I can give you directions to another site, or you could check out kenk7us's Yahoo site. He has been kind enough to set up a foler there for me, which I shall be putting stories into shortly.

: ) Sally
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