I could not take my eyes off of her, or to be more precise, her boobs.

My name is Mike and at this moment in time I am sat with my friend John in a local nightclub. Whereas John talks to any and all women, I do not. I have always been a little shy, especially around women. I find them intimidating. While John flirts with his latest minute of interest I continue to watch the beauty that first aroused my attention a few hours earlier in the night.

She is fairly slim in her blue satin evening gown, her elbow-length black velvet gloves and seamed black hosiery ending in elegant four inch spike-heeled leather shoes. She looks a good six inches taller than my five-foot five-inches without the heels, so she would positively dwarf me dressed as she is. She is pretty if slightly severe looking, a feature not helped by the blond ponytail high on the back of her head. Even her tasteful makeup cant hide the fact that she must be more than ten years my senior.

What drew me to her, to be honest, are her boobs. I have always had a fetish for the damn things, and this womans are perfect. They are not too small or too large, but they do appear slightly generous for her feminine frame. The way they stretch her satin gown has given me an erection all night.

A few times during the evening she has looked my way as if sensing me watching her, but in my guilty shame, each time I have turned away blushing as I did so; hoping she did not notice my blatant ogling.

As the evening wore on, and my alcohol consumption edged higher my bravery did not increase, but my reaction time did decrease; so much so that my mystery woman more than once caught me staring at her with longing. She would stare back at me, looking me in the eye as if challenging me; to which I would always have to look away; until eventually she made her way towards me.

Do you have a problem? she asked a little sternly Is there something about me that bothers you?
No. No. Im sorry. I answered all a fluster
Youve been watching me all night, so there must be something wrong with me

I-Im sorry alright. Theres nothing wrong with you I admitted In fact, just the opposite even now I am struggling to look her in the face, and not let my eyes wander any lower and look at her awesome cleavage in its satin restraint.

If its not too much trouble to look at my face when speaking to me? she was actually smiling in a strange sort of way with an arched, questioning eyebrow while she spoke, rather than appear to have taken any offence.

Look, Im really sorry I apologised.
She stood with her hands on her hips looking unconvinced
How can I make it up to you? Can I buy you a drink? I offered as a final resolution of the situation.
No, but you could dance with me instead if you wish She offered
I almost fell off my stool in disbelief. Y-you want to dance with me? I said incredulously
If you dont mind
Wa-why? I asked unbelievably Would you want to dance with me?
If you dont want to? she replied with a shrug of her shoulders that caused a slight heave in her cleavage. Was I watching her boobs again?

As I stepped off the stool and took her offered hand I noticed how ridiculous I looked, my diminutive stature compared to her towering, feminine form. If I had been sober I may have been embarrassed, but as I was about to dance with the woman I had been dreaming of all evening, I did not care.

As we danced we introduced each other as best we could above the deafening music and the other heaving bodies on the dance floor. I thought she said her name was Mandy but she just shook her head repeatedly at my incorrect guesses until, finally, I understood it to be Mummy; where upon she smiled and nodded. A strange name for sure.

I loved being stood mere feet from ˜Mummy and being able to watch her awesome breasts shake, wobble and jiggle insider her satin dress as she moved to the music. She was smiling like a Cheshire-cat the whole time, so I guessed she did not mind my appreciative stare.

The second dance was a slow number and all the dancers held their partners close, and we did likewise. Mummy was about to hold me to her when I realised that my head was actually level with her bosom and so I held back. With a smile she drew me into her soft satin embrace.

Mummy seemed to delight in pulling me to her and rubbing my head into and against her cleavage Im sure more than the dance in question warranted. As we moved together to the music, it felt as though Mummys rigid nipples were caressing my face through her dress. Eventually, she moved me slowly into such a position that my mouth was close to her nipple. I could feel the hard, turgid satin teat dimple my cheek as I brushed against it, and reflexively opened and closed my mouth on empty air. What was she doing to me?

For my own part I was quite willing to let her continue. I just hoped she would not notice how hard all this was making me. At the end of the song, Mummy and I were equally breathless as she led me from the dance floor as a faster song began to play.

Do you want a drink? I offered
No, but I think you do was her strange, almost growled reply, all but dragging me unresisting into a quiet and secluded part of the club, and not the bar area as I was expecting.

In the quiet, dark alcove she led me to there were other couples all around us, all in various romantic acts, none of which paid us any attention. Mummy pulled me into the seat next to her as she began fumbling with her dress. I could not believe it when her satin gown gave way and her ample mounds with their rock hard nipples were naked before me. Without a word, and again rather hurriedly, with one hand she guided my head to her breast.

Drink baby she whispered as I eagerly locked my lips onto her erotic offering. As I sucked she sat back and groaned with what I thought sounded almost like orgasmic pleasure. She held my head firmly to her breast, rather needlessly I thought as I gorged on her. Her nipple seemed to come alive in my mouth. As I coaxed the tender nubbin with my lips and tongue it throbbed and quivered to my touch, causing more and longer moans from Mummy as I toyed with her mammary treat.

Suddenly I felt my mouth filling with a sickly sweet substance and when I realised that it was breast milk my natural reaction was to pull away, but Mummys hand would not let me and held me firmly in place. As my mouth filled with Mummys milky secretion I could do nothing but swallow.

As Mummys milk slid down my throat and was absorbed by my body something happened to me “ what I did not know. One thing I did know however was that I could not stop suckling at Mummys teat and was soon gladly swallowing her milk with relish. I did not care that some of the other couples were now watching us, as the more of her milk I drank, the more I wanted.

We were both getting sexual pleasure from my sucking, or should that be feeding at Mummys breast. I realised that my earlier summation of her orgasmic groans was pretty accurate; and when her milk began to flow her pleasure appeared to increase exponentially as her other hand disappeared within her dress and fumbled at her groin area as she sought her hot, moist panties. Her groans and fidgeting increased almost to the point where I thought I was going to lose her nipple on more than one occasion “ almost lose it that is.

During all this my trousers were tenting due to my rock hard cock and in the position I was in I began to rub my groin against her hip like some dog in heat. Confident I would not remove my mouth from her breast, Mummy took her hand from the back of my head and reached between my legs and before I knew it had my zipper down and her hot velvet gloves were inside the opening searching for my erection.

Does baby want her milkies? Mummy asked as though talking to a young child, slipping my cock from my underpants and stroking it as she did so. I did not reply, I just kept sucking and swallowing. Mummy eased her breast from my mouth, and I licked at a stray trickle of her milk as it threatened to escape from my lips, which I then licked greedily.

Does baby want her milkies? she repeated in the same tone.

I tried to speak but could not form the words. For some reason my head was all a muddle, and I had not had that much alcohol to drink. I eventually found what I thought were the right words, but they did not sound right when I spoke. I wanted to ask her what she meant by ˜her and ˜milkies. Surely I was getting that already! However, all that came from my lips was a lisping Yeth pweath Mummy. How drunk was I? Not that bad surely!

As I frowned at my lisping words and the strange, rather childish tone to my voice, with a smile, Mummy kissed me on my forehead and ran her velvet hand up and down my rampant shaft, squeezing gently as she did so. It was not long before my cock was all but spurting when Mummy stopped and slid a condom down my throbbing member. I almost swooned as I thought Mummy was going to sit on it and ride me to heaven. How wrong I was!

Mummy resumed her pumping of my erection; as with my eyes closed her nipple found its way back into my mouth. As her milk began to flow once again my own milk did likewise as I spunked and spunked again filling her soft velvet fist and the condom it contained; all the while Mummy cooing in a soothing voice Good girl, what a good baby you are for Mummy, so much baby milk

As Mummy took the used condom off my shrinking erection and pulled up my zipper she removed her nipple from my sucking mouth with a ˜plop. My mouth still open yearning for her motherly teat as it hovered a tantalising few inches away and out of reach.

Does baby want milkies? she asked. I nodded with enthusiasm as I thought she was referring to her delightful breasts, but she corrected that assumption by waiving the used condom before my eyes; leaving no doubt that she wanted me to drink my own milk from the rubber in her gloved hand.

Im sure she must have seen the look of revulsion on my face, but that did not deter her, Mummy wants babykins to be a big girl and drink all her baby milk she said in that sensual voice she now had a habit of talking to me in. Even though there is nothing I would rather do than drink the contents of that used condom there was something irresistible about her voice; something that my breast milk-addled brain prevented me denying my Mummy, no matter what she asked of me.

Yeth pweath Mummy I whispered no hint of the humiliation I was feeling inside.

Good girl! Mummy only wants a baby that will drink any milkies Mummy gives her

Mummy placed the use condom between my lips and I swallowed the salty, milky contents as it oozed into my mouth and down my throat. Mummy made sure I got it all by forcing the condom inside-out with one of her fingers and then making me suck it through the rubber, as though it was a nipple. The sounds of disgust around us made me realise our little show had not gone unnoticed. I was doing as my Mummy asked so I did not care, though deep down inside a little part of me was horrified!

Pleased with how things had gone Mummy stood up and straightened her satin dress as she offered a velvet gloved hand my way, Does babykins want to come home with Mummy? she offered.

Yeth pweath Mummy I replied yet again as I made to stand, but stumbled into her as my legs refused to work. Mummy helped me to my feet, I leaned heavily into her, my head pressing conveniently into her ample bosom again, my mouth open and searching for the withheld teat. Onlookers assumed me to be drunk but I KNEW I was not and yet I could not feel my legs below the knees; only an incredible yearning for more of Mummys milk. Nothing else mattered as far as my mind was concerned.

We stumbled into the cool night air as Mummy hailed a taxi. Whath hapwening to me Mummy? I asked as I snuggled up to her in the back of the vehicle as it sped off.
Dont worry babykins Mummy knows best was her unhelpful reply as she planted a kiss on my forehead again.
Whath wong wiff my legth? I tried again.
Dont worry babykins I said, its just one of the affects my breast milk is having on you. The more of my breast milk you drink the more babyish and the more docile to my wishes you will become. A breast ˜man like yourself will love it, youll get to drink lots of milk from my breasts everyday, and in return Ill have the big baby girl I want

What did she mean? I was befuddled. Did she say she wanted to treat me as a baby? How can she, Im a grown man? Or was she hoping to treat me as some sort of ˜adult baby? And what did she mean about ˜baby girl anyway? I definitely heard Mummy say I would get to suck her boobs everyday though, so that was good news at least! Still more than a little confused I resigned myself to my fate and sat there speechless for the rest of the ride home.

Within a half hour or so we arrived at Mummys home, it was a large place in its own grounds set in a small quiet village. She helped me from the taxi and led me towards her large secluded mansion. As we stumbled down the gravel driveway I began to regain the feeling in my legs and my head began to feel a little clearer too. Mummy sensed the change in me as my weight on her lessened as I could support myself more and more.

With no word of warning she let go of me and I fell to the ground. As I lay stunned Mummy rolled me onto my back and then hitched up her dress and straddled me before I even knew what was happening. I was confused and a little frightened as Mummy was all shadow and¦.. That smell? I could smell breast milk!

Mummy had released her breasts from her dress and they were hovering above my head and I could actually smell the milk in them as she set about guiding one of her entrancing nipples to my mouth. Willingly, eagerly I opened my mouth and let Mummy literally feed my new addiction.

Back in her thrall Mummy had to all but carry me into the house so much milk had she fed me by the time she was finished.

Once inside her house Mummy helped me up a spiralling stairwell and into a large bathroom. Strangely there was a large bench with a black rubber sheet, on which I was sat while Mummy left the room. She returned a few moments later having changed from her eveningwear into a white nylon overall, she retrieved and put on a matching snow-white rubber apron from a hook on the back of the bathroom door. She then fished a pair of matching elbow-length rubber gloves from the apron pouch and donned them also.

Mummy must wash babykins before beddie-byes she informed me in that soft tone of voice she always spoke to me in now, as she began filling the bath tub. The water foamed into a thick creamy lather as she stirred in plenty of bath salts.

Mummy stripped me with military efficiency and helped me into the steaming tub, causing me to wince as my toe touched the scolding hot water. Mummy ignored my protests and plonked me down. She was soon washing me with a soapy sponge, paying particular attention to my groin, which woke to her deft touch. She ignored the affect she was having on me and continued my thorough cleansing; often splashing me with the bubble-bath as she played with me as if she were bathing a young child or baby. I sat there oohing and aahhing partly due to my state of mind, and in part because of how hot the water was.

Satisfied I was clean enough Mummy allowed the water to drain out of the tub and told me to lie on my back, while at the same time she wheeled a small stand from a corner of the room. On the stand was some sort of pink rubber bag from which rubber tubing coiled.

Now babykins is nice and clean on the outside, its time for Mummy to make sure baby is nice and clean on the inside too

I watched perplexed as Mummy filled the bag with water from the bathroom sink and mixed in plenty of soap until the contents of the bag were good and frothy. She unwound much of the hosing when I realised it ended in a rather stout rubber nozzle. I did not get much time to study Mummys new contraption before she liberally coated the whole of the nozzle with soap.

As Mummy told me to lift my legs up I was pretty confident I knew where that nozzle was going. With my legs in the air as ordered she held them in position with one hand and confirmed my suspicion by ramming the nozzle up my unresisting back passage quite mercilessly with the other. No sooner was it in place when I felt water stream into my rectum. I could not help a little Oh as I was caught by surprise, but the feeling was far from unpleasant as the lukewarm water coursed into me. That was until the quantity of water inside began to cause my abdomen to swell and bloat before my eyes and I could feel cramps beginning.

Goood girl she said, take all that nice soapy water for Mummy stroking my distended paunch and growing erection with her rubber-gloved hands as she did so, as if her actions would coax more of the enema into me. Im not sure whether her actions did help me take all of the soapy solution or not, but I was glad of her attempts to help me all the same!

Babykins must be clean inside and out. Mummy explained Babykin must hold in all her enema until Mummy says so; or Mummy will very VERY cross she warned as she waved an admonishing rubber finger before me.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on holding the water in my bowels as the last thing I wanted was to make Mummy angry with me. Once the bag was completely empty, I felt as though I would explode at any minute, but I was made to hold my load for what seemed like hours, but was probably mere minutes before she removed the rubber nozzle and told me to empty myself. This process was repeated again but with much hotter water. Mummy then flushed me of any lingering soap with two clean, cold-water enemas that were immensely uncomfortable before she was satisfied that I was clean enough inside.

Back on the bench and its rubber sheet Mummy made me lay on my back once again; this time while she shaved off all my body hair, including any stubble I may have had; my arms and legs; any pubic hair she could find; even the hair on my head. I was not too keen on the latter, but I was powerless to stop her.

She then rubbed an oily lotion or cream into my now bald cock and balls which grew in her hand, providing her a convenient handle for her to lift me by as she applied more lotion to my bottom. Mummy seemed to be spending a lot of time creaming my bottom especially around my hole, which she massaged with her finger. Thanks to the enemas, her rubber digit penetrated me very easily and then slowly slid further and further inside.

Mummy started kissing me, deeply, as her hot, wet tongue did to my mouth what her fingers did to my bum hole. First one, then two and finally three fingers were gliding in and out of my rectum as I lay there moaning through Mummys ravishing lips as her slithery tongue continued to fuck my willing mouth.

Mummy left me very frustrated and very horny as she removed her tongue and hand from my holes. She then forced a white hand-towel under my lower torso and folded it around me. I realised that the hand towel was actually a babys diaper “ an adult sized babys diaper! This was expertly fastened into place with safety pins and was then followed by a similar sized pair of pink, plastic see-through babys ˜rubbers.

Once fitted, Mummy stroked me all over through the rubbers, pleased with her handiwork, and at the same time causing my hidden soldier to stand to attention, a fact not lost on Mummy as she patted him gently on his helmet a couple of times as she kissed me deeply again. I opened my mouth ready to accept her hot, snaking tongue, but she stopped kissing me instead, with a smile.

Dont be afraid to go wee-wees in your diapee for Mummy, babykins She cooed, as she squeezed my cock. Even though my dolly was hidden so well I could still feel Mummys hot, loving grip. Did she want me to cum or to pee?

Leaving me in a state of high arousal Mummy then helped me into her bedroom, where she dressed me in a lovely pink silk and chiffon baby dress with matching frilly bonnet, booties and mittens. She then quickly applied some makeup to my face. She drew in a slight brow and then applied pale blue eye shadow, followed by mascara, eyeliner and the rouging of my cheeks; each of these was painted as a bright red heart. My lips completed my strange but rather fetching look as they were a painted bright red to match my cheeks.

Where as at one time I would have fought tooth and nail to avoid being dressed in such, soft feminine and babyish finery, today I meekly allowed Mummy to do as she pleased, I even cooed a couple of times as the soft silk caressed my skin; all the time Mummy reassuring me what a good baby I was in her softly maternal voice, and more than just the occasional stroke of my diaper front..

At last I looked the sissy baby Mummy wanted me to be and she removed her overall and rubber gear, rather hurriedly too I might add. She sat on the edge of the double bed in just her black lace panties, seamed hold-up stockings and heels. Her entrancing breasts hung free before my eyes as they gently swung alluringly as Mummy moved, my gaze moving in unison with their movement. I could not help licking my painted lips slightly in anticipation as I watched them, mesmerised in my infantile state.

Din dins Mummy cooed as she laid me across her lap and teased me by dragging her swollen nipple against my lips as I, with open mouth, tried and failed to latch on to her motherly offering. I cooed and squealed as Mummy tickled me gently as she toyed with my babyish desire. However, Mummy wanted this as much as I so she soon stopped her little game and allowed me to attached my sucking lips to her bloated milk-filled nipple.

I held her soft breast in my silken mittens and wondered at the softer feel as I pawed at it childishly with my silk-encased hands; soon I eased my mouth onto the throbbing nipple. When the milk began to flow my eyes glazed over and I succumbed to my future in Mummys loving and capable hands.

Unknown to my babyfied mind Mummy was getting multiple and intense orgasms of her own, not only from my suckling of her breast, but also from the knowledge that she finally had the sissy baby she always wanted. Closing her eyes in maternal bliss she eased her hand into her lace panties, seeking out her soaking pussy; dreaming of the future, and the nursery she would be able to use once again¦.

The End