My wife often complains about the amount I drink on Saturday night. The main complaints were about wasting most of Sunday in bed but more embarrassing is when she showed me the damp patch in my pants because I visited the loo so many times during the evening. She often threatened to do something which would reinforce her complaints but I always thought she was just joking with me.

A few weeks ago, the Saturday night was just the same, but this time the Sunday morning was different! I awoke on Sunday morning with a slight hangover and bursting to use the loo. Apart from these discomforts, something felt more comfy than usual. I stretched in bed. Everything felt so soft. I pushed the covers back and my face immediately flushed red. I gulped and my heart missed a beat. I was wearing a gorgeous frilly chiffon nightie. My instant reaction was to take it off. I took hold of its lacy hem and pulled. No! Inside the front was stitched a wide strap which went down between my legs and up behind my back. I soon realised that I had been dressed this way on purpose.

There was no way that I could undress myself. I lay on my front and tried my hardest to reach to the middle of my back but couldn’t reach it, and I didn’t even know what type of fastening was ther anyway. What was more, I could feel a soft towelling nappy wrapped around me.

As I lay, red-faced and kicking around on the bed, the door opened and there stood my wife, dressed and made up as if ready for the next night out.

“What’s wrong? Wet nappy?” she asked with a little giggle.

How clever it was of her to go all the way to embarrass me so much. I complained to her strongly and suggested she unfasten me immediately. She told me that I should have listened to her previous warnings and she sat on the edge of the bed. I was ready for her to unfasten the nightie but her hand slipped underneath and between my legs and into my knicker leg. I kicked and writhed.

“You don’t need changing,” she said and before I could complain she left the room.

I realized now that her total humiliation of me would not be complete until I was wet. I lay there, helpless in my soft nappy, frilly panties and
pretty baby dress. It was no good, I knew what she wanted and decided to relieve my pain at least and soaked the fluffy nappy.

About 10 minutes later she returned, and looked over at me, like a mother at her sleeping baby. She knew I was wet by the look on my face and the tears building in the corner of my eyes. She left the room and returned with a bundle of white toweling and a little lacy makeup bag. “I think you’re ready now aren’t you?” she said. I nodded.

I stood up. She sat on the bed. She took her time to reach the fastener at my back because she seemed to take time to arrange the big bath towel on her lap. The lacy strap fell down between my legs as she unfastened it and just as I was about to pull the nightie up, her arm wrapped around me and pulled me backwards, tripping me onto her lap and backwards into her arms. Quite cleverly, she had one of my arms behind her back and one held under her left leg. I was completely trapped and she had one hand spare! This became so humiliating. I writhed and kicked on her lap for a moment until I realised I was completely helpless. She already lifted my nightie to reveal gorgeous frilly
baby panties which tied at the side with little pink ribbons. The baby panties were designed to make for an easy nappy change. She slowly tugged at the first ribbon. I whined, pleading with her.

She looked down into my eyes with a soft motherly smile on her face.

“Sssshhhh” she cooed at me “Just keep still now and let me change your nappy.”

I whined again and writhed in her lap “Oh, don’t be such a baby” she said, “You’re so naughty”! My sisters baby girl is better behaved than you are, and probably not so wet.”

I kept still as she tugged the pretty ribbons and took the panties from me. She sniffed and the ruffled cloth. “What a shame, such pretty little
panties and now so wet” she said and pressed the wet panties against my cheek and nose.

“Nooo” I whined

“Sssshhh baby” she said “Be a good girl and stop your little whines now baby, you know I’m going to change your nappy,” she said.

She took my nappy off, wiping me dry with the back of it and cleaned me up with baby wipes. Reaching into her lacy bag, she pulled out a bottle of talcum powder. This wasn’t baby powder. It smelt like pretty little roses. I kicked my legs again, how girly was this? She was powdering me like a baby girl. She lifted her fingers to my nose. The scent was so pretty and embarrassed me.

” Better to smell like a soft perfume than wet nappies,” she said.

She pulled a clean nappy up between my legs and pinned it tautly. Next were clean panties and my nightie fastened to restore my original baby girl condition.

She rolled me over and put me down to sleep “Go to sleep, my baby. If you keep dry till bedtime, I might let you decide on your next clothes.

I was now her pretty baby girl.

I awoke in the morning with my wife was leaning over me as though I was a little baby in a cot. Then I realized my condition, I was her baby but in my pretty bed.

Her tiny hand was lifting the frilly hem of my baby dress.

“Oh good girl, just a little damp this morning,” she said softly. “Anyway, my friend Nanette is here, she wanted to see you and she has a new idea”

I sat up and tried to grab the bedding to cover myself. Surely she wasn’t going to let Nanette see me dressed like a little baby girl. My wife wrapped her gentle arms around me and pushed me back onto the bed. I struggled and kicked the bedding in frustration.

“Now now,” she said ” don’t get fratchy,” she said and kissed me softly. She was very clever and held me quite easily. The more I struggled, the more embarrassing it was to be pinned by this beautiful girl. She asked Nanette to help hold me. I whined as I was passed into Nanette’s arms. She cradled me back into her arms like a baby while my wife began to take my panties off. She ritually wiped me with the dry part of my soft nappy.

I wasn’t really wet and she said I’d been a good girl. Nanette was curious and asked my wife what she was going to dress me in.

She emptied her lacy baby change bag beside us and pulled out the prettiest garment I have ever seen. ” Nappy panties” whispered my wife.
These panties consisted of about 4 layers of the softest fluffy baby toweling, covered by shiny pink satin and then covered all over with the prettiest chiffon frills and lace.

“Nooooo” I whined. Tears formed in the corner of my eyes. How could she humiliate me in this way? And in front of her friend.

Nanette plucked her cotton hanky from her sleeve and wiped my tears. “Shush little one,” she said “We can’t have you wetting everything can we now? You’ll have to have some nice thick panties or a nappy won’t you?” She leaned right over me, her long soft hair tickled my cheeks as she baby talked me. I could smell her soft perfume and feel her breath on my face as she spoke.

Meanwhile, my wife squirted baby lotion all over my bottom and thighs. I writhed as she gently rubbed the sweet-smelling lotion all around.

Then she reached for the pretty nappy pants. I whined like a little girl and kicked my legs. Nanette picked a pacifier from the pile of baby things. “Noooooooo” was my stifled complaint as she forced the pacifier into my mouth to quieten me.

My kicking only helped my wife to slide the panties underneath me and pull the soft fluff up between my legs. Oh my God! This was so soft and pretty, and she gently tied the pretty ribbons at each side.

“There there , baby” she said and Nanette gave me another kiss.

“Time for breakfast” she said, taking me back into her arms.