Chapter 1

The Terrifying Shopping Trip!

How did my life ever come to this?

I’m stuck in a slow moving checkout line with a cart full of adult diapers, and I doubt things will get better from here.

One hour ago I was watching TV when my wife called out (in the sing song voice she reserves for babies and toddlers)

“It’s 7:00 o’clock sweetie, time to get you ready for beddy-bye”.

Ever since we had been married she has acted like I’m inferior.
The wedding night had been no exception. She insisted on us waiting until marriage, I have no clue why, my wife was very experienced. But I was neither experienced nor well endowed, and I was incredibly nervous. So I didn’t argue.
I consoled myself with articles that said size doesn’t matter, and hoped I could perform as a real man.
I did not get off to a great start. Awkwardly fumbling with her lacy bra strap for what felt like an eternity until she gave an exasperated sigh and removed the exquisite delicate herself.
She pulled down my pants to see my three inch “manhood” standing at attention, and immediately fell to giggling.
I was embarrassed and deflated, and soon my member was as well.
She put on her best consoling voice, and said “oh baby, don’t worry, I think little floppsy here is cute as a button.
Why don’t we cuddle up, I have a toy that can take care of my wedding night needs. I doubt I would have even felt that poor little thing anyway.”

I begged for another chance, she smiled at me with pity and said, “we’ll see, I’m sure at some point you will get another try.”
From then on it was a rare occasion that she would say, “you have been trying so hard to be good, you can do your little humpsies tonight.”
Of course when I did, she would tease, “are you sure you put it in? I can’t feel anything.”
While I humped furiously, until I did my spurts.

But recently things have gotten much worse. You see, I experienced a little mild nighttime incontinence. Or as my wife put it “wetting the bed”, and ever since then she had started treating me more and more babyish.

First she suggested sweetly that I start using “protection” at night, “poor floppsy seems to have a little leaking problem, I know you can’t help it. Your protection will keep our bed safe from your little accidents.”
She made sense, I couldn’t have her suffer a wet bed, even if it only happened once every week or two.

Then she started making a big deal out of “diaper time” saying things like “I thought I had a husband but I guess I got a little sissy who needs potty training”.

It got worse. She started checking my underwear in the laundry. She claimed she found a pair that was a little damp, so on went daytime pullups “for your comfort and convenience poopsykins” she insisted.

This is where I should have put my foot down, but I had been too ashamed of the nighttime issues and the inconvenience that they had caused my wife, it was just easier to go along for a little bit, until the problem cleared up.

But now everyday it seemed she treated me more and more infantile, only 7:00 and she is calling it my new bedtime?

“Yeah right, I’m not tired” I said. She wasn’t having it. “You know I am in charge of your potty training, (why did she insist on calling it that?) and I decided that if you get more rest at night, you might not sleep so deeply, that means you will wake up more easily when you need to tinkle. Don’t you want more smiley faces on your bedwetter chart? the frowny faces are so ugly.”

Dammit why did she have to make sense?
Off to the bedroom she lead me by the hand, it’s not like I can’t do this myself of course, but this is the way she was treating me for now.

Lately she had been pretty irritated by what she called my “issues” and regularly reminded me of all she put up with for me. Best not to upset her, I thought. As soon as I can get over this nighttime problem, I can re-set the relationship. “Time to get your pretty pullups off and lay down to get you all diapered up, honey bunches. But before you do you it’s potty time, go get your special potty while I get your wipes, baby powder, diaper rash cream and diapers.”

Did she say potty? Unfortunately she did. Of course I could use the toilet, but she had started calling the toilet a potty with me.
“Sweetie, why don’t you go potty, just to be sure. Etc”
When I snapped. “It’s not a potty, potties are for toddlers” She retorted, “That’s true I guess only toddlers that have pullups and need potty training use potties.”
Next thing I knew she actually bought me a “special potty training” potty, it played a little happy song when used, she even put my name on it. She presented it to me like a fantastic present, and insisted I thank her for being so considerate.

As usual she had a good argument for buying the potty. She started by reminding me That I had said
“potties are for toddlers”
and asked:
“Do toddlers or adults wear pullups?
I was trapped.
She went on:
“Sweetie I have to take charge of your potty training, and working towards getting to use the big boys toilet again, is a good incentive. Besides it is better you start getting used to your little potty, since we will have to take it on trips with us. You know we can’t always be sure when a toilet will be available, and your poor tiny bladder can’t hold your tinkles very long. Besides I can’t take you into the girls bathroom to supervise you, no matter how much of a sissy you are becoming”.

“Sissy”, “Supervise”, what is this coming to? But she knew how to word things so I didn’t know how to get out of it. What was I supposed to do? As I sat there humiliated on my pink potty, staring up at the regular toilet that now seemed to taunt me as if I truly were nothing but a toddler, I was subjected to an endless stream of chatter through the open bathroom door. As my wife cooed away from the bedroom  like I was two years old.

“I don’t hear any tinkles sweetie how are you doing in there, you know if you fill up your potty you might be dry for your diaper check in the morning, and that means you will get a shiner sticker on your potty training chart like a big boy. If you manage get all smileys for thirty days you can start wearing big boy undies again. Wouldn’t that be an accomplishment? Maybe we could have a fun party, my girlfriend Suzie told me she is almost done potty training her two year old and she has a special graduation certificate made up and a pack of dora the explorer, “big girl panties” to give her little girl. We could maybe have a party together!
(I fumed, “what a mean joke”. She WAS joking right?)
Hurry up pumpkin, I have your wipes and powder and diaper rash cream all set up on your changing mat. Uh-oh it looks like we are all out of your nighttime super soaker diapers, I guess we have to buy some more. I hope you appreciate all the sacrifices I make for you because of your little problem”, she pronounced in an exaggerated tone of exasperation.

The twenty minute ride to the store was agony. What if I saw someone I knew? Would she embarrass me, or could I quickly run in and out on my own as painless as possible? The anxiety grew and at some point, in my shame, I guess I must have leaked a little. As we pulled up she said “run in and get your diapers sweet-pie, and here is a few other supplies we should stock up on.”

It read:
Nighttime super soakers adult diapers, (as if I could have forgotten those) diaper rash cream, baby wipes, baby powder.
Could this be any more humiliating?

It could.

Just as I was about to walk away she said, “oh how cute your little bum bum is sagging, did you make a little piddle in your pretty princess pullups? Come over and let me check you”. Pulling my pants down and running a finger inside the pullups she said “yep it looks like you’re wetsies. Well I I guess it’s a good thing you are wearing your protection. See aren’t you glad I got you pullups? I know best about your little issues. Right pudding? Well we will get you all changed up at home, don’t forget your diaper rash cream, and don’t dawdle honey, it’s getting late”.

Well I got out of there as fast as I could. Heading down the aisle my predicament was crushing me, I wanted to avoid my fate, but her words “don’t dawdle” rang in my ears, and I didn’t want her coming in after me and embarrassing me further.
I quickly loaded the cart, and headed to the checkout. As you know from the beginning of this tale, I’m stuck in a slow moving line checkout line. With a cart full of diaper supplies. Dreading just how things are going to get worse.
As my luck would have it the cashier is a pretty twenty something year old girl waiting to ring me up. The blush spreads in my cheeks, and I hear a familiar voice.
Looking over, my wife has come in.

“I just remembered we should probably get some more of your daytime pullups as well pudding pie, since you are getting low on those too. Did you get everything on your special supplies list bunny-kins? Lets see, your nighttime diapers, check, baby powder and wipes, and diaper rash cream oh such a good boy you remembered everything”.

I was in a cold sweat. All I could think to do was stammer,
“I don’t think they even have pullups,”
desperate to get out of there as fast as possible.
“Nonsense, sweetie”
she said,
“this is the store I got you the pretty Disney Princess pullups, you have sagging on your cute little tush right now, hurry up we don’t want you wearing them wet for too long and getting a diaper rash. You probably forgot the pullups are over in the baby supplies aisle.”

Turning to the cashier she said “isn’t that right”? “Yes” came the giggling reply, “next to the bibs, bottles and pacifiers”.

That was it. Everyone has their limits, and I had to assert my manhood.
“I am not a baby.”
I half shouted.
The look on my wife’s face made it very clear. I just made a  terrible mistake.
“I didn’t call you a baby, but throwing a little temper tantrum in the store in front of this nice lady is a very babyish thing to do, it looks like a big sissy baby is exactly what you are. Now I have put up with you for far too long, I know you are cranky since you are up past your bedtime, and you are wearing wet princess pullups since you didn’t tinkle on your potty like I told you too, but this behavior just proves what a baby you really are. Now you march to the baby aisle and get your pullups, and while you are at it since you are acting like a baby you better get a bib and some bottles and pacifiers.”

I was defeated. Off I marched in a daze as time seemed to stand still. The bottles and pacifiers were so sissyish, and what is worse, the only bibs left on the shelf had little flowers everywhere and “I am mommies little girlie” printed on them.
But I didn’t dare come back without one and suffer an even longer scene.

Returning to the checkout I could see my wife talking with the checkout girl. I thought I heard her say,
“Well I guess now I have a baby, and a babysitter.”
As I a reached them my wife examined my cart, her face softened as she looked the bottles over, and she smiled as she saw the bib and held it up to the checkout girl

“Isn’t that precious? Mommies little girlie. Oh you couldn’t help yourself with your little outburst could you my little sissy-kins? Don’t worry, I have had to be your mommy for awhile now, but we better make it official, I guess I’m your mommy from now on. Sometimes mommies have to discipline their little ones, but we always know how to make it all better. Here is a little something soothing to suckle on until we get home,”

she said, as she popped the pacifier from the cart into my mouth. Then noticing a pink teddy bear on the rack she put it in my arms and said
“lets give you a little cuddle since you seem to need some comforting. You know now I feel bad that you will have to ride home in your wet pullups, and I am worried they will leak as well, lets get you all changed and dry for the ride home.”
Turning to the checkout girl she asked if there was a bathroom, “Sorry” came the reply “it’s for employees only, but we can escort customers to it in emergencies, and I am just getting off shift”.
“Well isn’t that nice of you? She turned to me and said “Say thank you Missy, to the nice lady”.
There I stood pacifier in mouth, pink teddy in arms and wet pullups on my butt, all my masculinity and pride washed out the window. All I could do was stammer, “thank you Missy”.

“Aw it’s okay baby she said, don’t be shy, I am going to be doing lots of babysitting you from now on. Your wife, oops silly me, I mean “mommy” and I discussed everything”.

Off I was led into the back room, and with no thought for my dignity, off came my wet pullups,
“oh yes he really is a little baby”
my new babysitter giggled looking at me standing there, “and look he got the poor Disney princesses all wets.
“Up you go for your diapy change”
she said pointing to a nearby counter top. With much fussing about and talking to each other about what a
“cute little cutie pie”
I was and
“such a little thing, he never could have been more than a little baby.”

“It looks like your pants got a little wet as well, I guess we will just leave them off, and it’s going to be diapers from now on for you, since you are cleaarly not mature enough for toddler pullups.”
Said my “mommy” and soon I was marched to the car with a “mommy” holding one hand and “babysitter” holding the other. Diapy, pacy, and cuddle in tow.

Well the worst must be over I thought as we reached the car. Then I heard babysitter say to mommy
“I will enjoy watching little baby bunny-kins tonight so you can go out and find a real man for a change”…………..

Suddenly I felt the last strain for manhood melting away, “Thank you Missy, and thank you Mommy”
I said as I took her hand and waddled to the car.

Chapter two

Mommy needs a new friend!

When I got to the car I was put in the back seat as “Mommy” and ‘Missy” got in the front. Mommy told her all about how I had become so much of a baby and she could barely remember a time when she had a real man.
My sissy spurts after only a few barely felt humpsies didn’t really count for anything. and Missy assured her she was happy to watch me as Mommy went out to meet someone.

Part of me had already been so thoroughly defeated I just accepted it, and then there were moments when I was really upset, so I spoke up.
“You are my wife, you don’t get to go out with another man. I am putting my foot down and demanding some respect”. She turned back to me and said,
“sweetie I know it is hard for you, but I am looking at a big baby sitting there in his diapy, holding his cuddle, and sucking his pacifier, it is clear to me you are not a man anymore. Now I love you and I don’t want to leave you, but I need a real man in my life, so you will have to decide if you want me to take good care of you as your mommy or leave you”.
I did not know what to say so I said nothing.

When we got back Missy said
“lets get you all washed up for beddy-byes sweetie.”
She proceeded to take off my t-shirt. When she went to remove my diaper she commented “all dry! what a good boy yay!” and then striped me naked. After supervising me tinkling in my pink potty she put me in the bathtub. While she was putting me in the tub she got some water splashed on her clothes.
“you need to be more careful little one”
she said crossly and starting stripping down to her bra and panties. She was smoking hot with perfect breasts straining at her lacy bra, and then ignoring me as though I were really a toddler or baby she pulled down her satin victorias secret panties, exposing a perfectly groomed delicious mound and sat on the toilet.
My mouth fell open and I was probably drooling, she looked over nonchalantly at me staring at her and said “oh silly baby this is my special area it’s only for big boys. Of course you know this is not for you. You are such a funny baby, look at  your cute little baby soldier standing to attention. I don’t know why your mommy called it floppsy during your diapy change. Oh that’s right she said it turns floppy after two strokes and a quick spurt. And here you are imagining that you are still a big boy hahaha.”
She giggled, as she wiggled her panties up her long legs. I couldn’t look away and she became very cross “why are you still staring? It can’t be that you are a man who understands what pleasure this can bring, I will have to assume it is because you love the panties so much and you want some of your own. Is that it”? No, please no, I stammered. “Well if I catch you trying to take a peak again, that is what I will have to assume. Now lets get sissy-baby out of the tub.”

When I came into the bedroom, my wife was standing there in her favorite lingerie, about to put on a very sexy outfit.
Looking at her I was overwhelmed. I went straight up and tried to start making out. She pushed me away and said. “Now you know you can’t do that anymore silly baby, down here is just for real men.”
Missy said, “I already told him that so he must really be looking for some sissy panties of his own. That is the only reason he could be reaching for panties.” “Oh how cute, we will get sissy some pretty frilly little things tomorrow and a pink nightie” Said my wife. “I tell you what, sissy-kins, once Missy has you all diapered up I will let you into my bra for a little nursing time , but only when you are wearing your baby diapers before you go to beddy-bye.

I lay there on the bed as Missy spread my legs and expertly applied diaper rash cream and baby powder. “it’s a good thing I have a lot of experience diapering up two-year-olds” she said as she playfully flicked my hard little penie. In short order, I was all diapered up and I waddled over to my wife who was ready to go ready to go out in a skin tight revealing outfit. Looking a little annoyed she said “well I did promise you a little nursing time when you were all diapered up, lets get your bib tied on, and I will nurse you in your new bedroom” she said as she lead me into the guest room. “we will decorate this room so pretty for baby”.

Then true to her word she pulled her bra to the side and let me suckle for a bit, but every time I started getting a little aroused, she slapped my hand away and finally said “we are going to have to get you a chastity cage to lock up you little pee pee so I don’t have to worry about you trying to be silly and inappropriate with it, I guess I will have to invest in a few nursing bras as well. Alright my cuties you just relax” she said as she replaced her breast with a baby bottle and patted me a few times, she kissed my cheek and slipped out as Missy called out to her “have fun”.

I felt so sleepy and content drifting off and then, my mind would start racing about Mommy finding a new friend and what was I to do? How could I just accept it. Then I was sleepy and again, and back and forth it went.
Hours later I heard voices entering the house and I could hear mommy moaning and kissing someone. The sound moved to the main bedroom where it got wild. I didn’t like it but maybe I did as I was stiff and started humping the bed in my diapers to the rhythmic sounds. After lots of thrashing and screaming it quieted down, and I had also quieted down as well.

I heard mommy say. “that was so fantastic you don’t know how long it has been since I felt a real man. Give me a minute so i can go check on the baby”. As the door creaked open my gorgeous naked wife stood silhouetted in the doorway. I sucked harder on my pacifier as I took in the tall beautiful figure before me. Hair pouring over her shoulders and caressing those perfect breasts, A pussy dripping wet and a little swollen from a pounding. She drifted over and sat down next to me. Running her fingers in my diaper she said. “sweetie pie I need to check and see if you are still dry or need to be changed.” Uh oh what is this stickies I feel, did mommy wake you up when she came home and did you hump to the sound of her enjoying a real man? I think you like your new status a little to much, but I can make sure that you don’t do such inappropriate things for your age in the future. Well you are dry enough for tonight, in the morning I will introduce you to your new daddy, and after your potty time he can give you a spanking for being such a naughty boy. Night night.”