Back to Babyhood

The grand living room of Claire’s home was bathed in the soft glow of pastel lights, the air thick with the scent of vanilla cupcakes and the faint, sweet musk of baby powder. Balloons in shades of baby blue and pink floated lazily near the ceiling, and a banner reading "Welcome, Little James!" hung above the fireplace. The guests, all women, all dressed in elegant, flowing dresses, chatted and giggled, their wine glasses clinking in celebration. At the center of it all stood Claire, radiant in a flowing dress, her hand resting possessively on the shoulder of James.

James shifted uncomfortably in his baby blue t-shirt, the fabric stretched slightly over his broad shoulders, a stark contrast to the thick, crinkling diaper that peeked out from beneath the hem. A large, ridiculous bow was clipped to his messy hair, and a pacifier dangled from a ribbon around his neck, bobbing with every nervous swallow. He clutched a baby bottle in one hand, the other fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. The wetness spreading through his diaper only made the humiliation worse, the warmth a constant reminder of his place.

Claire adjusted the bow with a satisfied smile, her fingers lingering on his cheek. "Isn’t he adorable?" she cooed, her voice carrying across the room. "My little man, all ready to be my little boy!"

The room erupted in a chorus of "awws" and delighted giggles. James’s face burned as he felt the eyes of every woman in the room on him. He could hear the crinkle of his diaper with every tiny movement, the sound impossibly loud in the quiet pauses between laughter.

Diana, one of Claire’s closest friends, stepped forward, her eyes sparkling with admiration. She reached out, pinching James’s cheek playfully. "I can’t wait until my Mark is this well-trained," she sighed. "How’d you do it, Claire? He’s perfect."

Claire’s smirk was knowing, her tone light but firm. "Oh, it was easy, really. A few spankings when he got too big for his britches, a lot of positive reinforcement for good behavior, and absolutely zero tolerance for ‘adult’ nonsense." She ruffled James’s hair, her touch both affectionate and condescending. "Isn’t that right, baby?"

James nodded meekly, his pacifier bobbing as he did. The wetness in his diaper had spread, the warmth seeping into the padding, and he knew there was no hiding it now. The women around him laughed, their voices a mix of amusement and approval. Diana clinked her wine glass against Claire’s, her envy palpable.

"I wish my Mark would take to it this well," Diana admitted, shaking her head. "He still tries to talk like a grown-up sometimes. Can you believe it? Like anyone actually wants to hear a man’s opinion."

Claire patted Diana’s arm reassuringly. "Give it time, dear. After the election, they won’t have a choice." Her voice was calm, almost serene, as if she were discussing the weather. "The Women’s Party is going to make sure every boy knows his place. No more voting, no more jobs, no more thinking they’re in charge." She glanced down at James, her expression softening. "And honestly? It’s for the best. Look at him. He’s happier this way."

James wanted to argue, to protest, to do something, anything, to reclaim a shred of his dignity. But the conditioning, the spankings, the rewards for obedience, the way Claire’s approval made his chest swell with a shameful kind of pride… it all kept his mouth shut. Instead, he brought the baby bottle to his lips, the sweet formula a small comfort against the humiliation.

Diana sighed, her gaze lingering on James. "You’re right. It is kind of sweet, in a way. I mean, look at him. He’s like a big, cuddly teddy bear." She reached out, giving James’s diaper a playful pat. The squish was loud, and James flinched, his face burning even hotter. "Does he ever try to fight it?"

Claire laughed, the sound musical and light. "Oh, he used to. But after a while, he realized it was easier to just… let go." She leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "The first time I put him in a diaper, he cried for hours. Now? He doesn’t even notice. And the accidents? Oh, he hates them, but what’s he going to do?" She laughed again, and the other women joined in.

James’s fingers tightened around the baby bottle. He remembered that first time, the shock, the anger, the way Claire had simply ignored his protests until he’d given in, exhausted and defeated. Now, the diapers were just… normal. A part of life. A part of him.

Diana’s eyes gleamed with determination. "I’m going to start with Mark this weekend. Maybe a nice, thick diaper for our date night. See how he likes that." She giggled, and the other women murmured their approval.

Claire beamed, her hand resting on James' shoulder. "And soon, we’ll have a real little boy to take care of. Won’t that be fun, James? You can help us with Mark. Show him how to be a good little boy, just like you."

James’s throat tightened. The idea of teaching a nother man to be as helpless, as small, as he was now filled him with a mix of dread and something else, something almost like longing. He’d been so resistant at first, but now… now, there was a strange comfort in the simplicity of it all. No decisions. No responsibilities. Just Claire’s voice guiding him, her hands taking care of him.

As the women returned to their conversations, James stood there, his diaper heavy and warm, his pacifier bobbing with every breath. He was a spectacle, a prop, a good little boy, and as much as it shamed him to admit it, he couldn’t imagine being anything else.

I’ve known who he is for over 2 years, met him at my sisters 21st birthday party, then at a local night club, been introduced to him, but he really has no interest in me! Why would he, he’s in a relationship and is 9 years older than me!

He’s a bad boy, he’s been in trouble with the police a few times, spent a couple of years in prison, he’s been married and has 2 young kids, not a boy you want to take home to mum, but there’s something about him, something that I’m attracted too, something about him that I want!

Finally I get to meet him properly and we are both single! I’m in his pub with my sister and her fella, I’m talking to them and there friends, but my eyes keep getting drawn to him, finally he acknowledges me and comes over to talk, he wants to talk to me!

The evening continues, we talk, we drink, he works and keeps popping back to see me! Not only does he have his bad boy looks, he’s making me laugh, I’m really enjoying his company! The evening ends, the pub is closing, come back to mine he asks? It feels right, so I go!

I’m laying in his bed, wearing one of his t-shirts, he’s holding me close, I feel safe, I feel happy, we both fall asleep in each other’s arms! The bad boy, is a true gentleman!

The next evening we are back together, we meet up in the day and end up back at his, there’s lots of hugs and kisses, and before long we are in the bedroom again, but this time it’s different! We slowly undress each other and he holds me and confesses that things don’t always work sexually for him, I gently hold him and all his concerns go out of the window! It was a magical evening!

The days and weeks that follow are great, he cooks for me, looks after me, I stay at his, he stays at mine, we get on great!

I finish work one evening, head over to his, he’s cooked a lovely meal for me, which is amazing, as usual, he’s such a good cook! I’m chilling on his sofa, drinking wine and watching TV, he’s disappeared up stairs, when he returns, I’m asked to sit on the floor with him, I do and we kiss, then he takes my hand and pulls it to his groin, but instead of finding his erect penis which I was expecting, I feel plastic and padding! My bad boy is wearing a nappy and plastic pants!

I’m shocked and surprised, I don’t know what to say or do, my reaction isn’t what he wants, he gets up and leaves, goes to his bed! I sit stunned, confused and alone!

I sit thinking about what has just happened and realise that if this is who he is, it wouldn’t have been easy for him to tell me! Do I want to keep this not so bad boy, I decide yes, we’ve had such a great few weeks together! I decide that I need to understand more, so I go to him!

I find him hiding under his duvet, embarrassed and ashamed of what has just happened! I hold him in my arms, comfort him and listen to him as he try’s to explain his needs and feelings!

I get into his bed with him, I hold him tight, I move my hand and find myself feeling his adult nappy and plastic pants, I feel him relax in my arms and he snuggles into me like child in need of love! I whisper to him, letting him know that’s it’s ok, as I hold his nappy and I can feel him grow through the thick layer of towelling. That rarely happens when I’m in a nappy he tells me! We smile at each other and he moves forward and passionately kisses me, one of his hands move to one of my breasts, he gentle holds and caresses me, he then moves his lips from mine to my nipple, sucking on me like a feeding baby! His other hand slips into my panties and his fingers push deep inside of me, I grown with pleasure, I’m still holding onto him through his nappy and I feel him become bigger and harder!

Soon the nappy has been pulled down enough for his penis to be released, I decide to take control and push him onto his back, I slide myself onto him, I push down on his arms so that he can’t move, I find myself in control, I slide myself up and down, feeling the nappy underneath me every time I come down on him, every opportunity he has he takes a nipple into his mouth and sucks! The whole experience is amazing for us both!

It’s morning and I find myself laying naked in his bed, he is sat next to me, watching me, smiling at me! He is wearing a plain white t-shirt, but underneath I can see the plastic and the nappy which is covering his bottom. I smile at him and gesture for him to come closer, I hold him tightly and I feel him relax in my arms! This must be so hard for him!

We lay together holding each other tightly, for what seems like an eternity. Eventually he pulls away, looks at me and thanks me for my understanding but I need to explain further he says, I need you to fully understand my needs and desires, without them, you won’t know what your letting yourself in for! I look at him, interested and confused, but keen to understand, keen to know what it is all about.

He lays next to me, but faces away, it’s like he’s ashamed, embarrassed to look at me! He starts to talk, it started back when I was a teenager, he says, I don’t know why, but I have a huge desire and need to wear nappies and plastic pants, I don’t go outside the house in them, that I would never do, it’s only for my private time, he says, they make me feel safe, they make me feel happy, I can shut out the big world when I’m in them, he continues! Does that make sense he asks? I think long and hard about what he has said, I understand the need to be away from the world, I say, away from everyday life, away from the stresses of everyday life, but I will confess to never seeing a grown man in nappies before!

I feel him tense up and try to move away, but I hold him closer to kmy body, I’ve enjoyed our time together, I say, and I want it to continue, we all have needs, I say, this is yours and I do feel that I can cope with it! There’s more, I like to wee my nappy, he informs me, really, I say! How disgusting I think to myself! I really would like to wee them now he informs me and I’d like it if you would hold them while I do it!

There is one thing, I think to myself, having a need to be wrapped up like a baby, a need to be shut away from the outside world, a need to feel protected and looked after, I think to myself, but another in actually acting like a baby and filling your nappy!! He takes my hand and moves it slowly to the front of his nappy, I’m really not sure about this, I think to myself, then it happens, I can feel him weeing, the nappy is getting warm as the wee moves through the layers of towelling! I wasn’t sure about this, but as I hold him, I find that strangely it feels good, I hold him and his nappy tightly and I feel his whole body relax in my arms!

So are you wondering why I asked you here and why I am holding this pacifier and have this big changing bag?

Well it’s becuase you are going to be my first sissy baby. Here open wide. Paci in. Start suckling.

Yes I am going to make you into my little sissy baby in diapers and in a pink sissy dress. You are now going to lie on the floor while I get you in a cute pink patterned sissy diaper

There. Look at this. It’s a baby cuties diaper from Little For Big. That’s an ABDL diaper brand. You will need to get used to it

Now some powder before I tape you up. Why the powder? Well you will be wetting this diaper and it will stop you getting a nasty rash from your pee pee.

You see the toilet is out of bounds for you now. You will do all of your peeing and messing and cummies (if I let you) in your diapers

Because that is what sissy babies do

There that diaper looks good on you!

Now let’s get you into your pink sissy dress

Yes keep your pacifier in unless I tell you that you can take it out. My don’t you look good in that outfit. Oh I think you were made for this life. Made to serve me your Mistress.

Image credit HFG Multimedia

Hello sissies!

You may have been wondering what I've been up to, after having made the announcement that I would be writing a prequel to my Mikey Series, and in fact, I am making good progress on it. For those of you who prefer my shorter format stories (3-5 pages), you may not like this one as well, since I'm writing a much longer narrative that allows me to develop the characters and go into Mikey's background and upbringing in much greater detail.

I'm currently on page 28, having laid out his childhood bedwetting and how his mother dealt with it. Later on, he meets Kendra and they begin a very unconventional relationship (I've used my good friend Mistress Casanova as a model for Kendra, who knows exactly how to deal with sissies and I'm drawing upon her real life experiences).

Although up to this point in the story, Mikey has been able to keep his bedwetting habit a secret from Kendra, his mother soon intervenes and the cat is let out of the bag, so to speak.

Much more is in store for our hero as he transitions from normal life to a full time sissy baby in diapers and dresses.

After being caught sleeping on the couch with his diaper peeking out of his track pants this collage boy has been regressed to a baby boy. No more collage No more big boy undies, and no more using the big boy potty.

Now he wears diapers 24 hours a day and uses them like a true baby. He has to take a nap every afternoon in his crib like a true baby or he gets cranky and cry's.

👩: Hush now baby, little mush-tushes who cant control when they make pushies dont get to choose when they get changed. Now hold on to your ankles and let's check the damage...

Kinky date outing ☺️💕💦