A Sissy's Progress - Chapter Twenty-Two

"Okay, baby! You've got just about forty-five minutes until Mommy is going to start getting you ready!"

I gaze up from the screen, peering timidly upward into the towering figure of Mommy beside me. She's already undressing, clearly preparing to head into the shower. And though I'm ashamed to admit it, I find my suckling instinctively quicken as she reaches coyly behind her and releasing the clasps holding that dark blue bra of hers in place...

She's giggling as her full breasts slip free, taunting me from afar with their soft curves. "Oh, baby, what is it? You've already eaten, so I'm sure you can't possibly be hungry for more!" Not that kind of hungry! I want to scream. I want to take you in my arms, and carry to you the bed, and bury my face between those warm beautiful breasts of yours. I want to show you what a real man will do with a woman-

But then I feel the firm weight of her foot pressing against my back. I'm pinned down like a hapless bug, and I can only moan and wriggle, a padded little rugrat before his all-powerful Mommy. "Good sissy," she coos, and I feel her foot slowly withdraw. "Now you stay there and write me just one more chapter while I'm in the shower. Got that? Then once I'm dressed, we'll start getting you prepped, too. Ready for this nice little evening outing I've been planning..."

Uh-oh. I don't like the sound of that one bit. But Mommy will do what Mommy will do, and no amount of worrying on my part will change a thing.

Besides, I have to focus on writing this chapter!

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I suppose by March I was pretty sure that my life had changed drastically - more drastically than it ever had before. I mean, I had every reason to think that, didn't I? In the last eight months I had cheated on my wife, gotten caught, been put into chastity, and from there been gradually forced back into diapers, of all things. Since the turn of the year Erica was now referring to herself more and more as my "Mommy," and she was starting to dabble in dressing me in feminine lingerie, and shaving my entire body, and plugging my ass. Hell, I'd even gotten to the point - though I liked to ignore it as much as possible - that I was actually coming to need those diapers. In short, within eight months I'd gone from a self-assured, capable young man to a chastised, plugged, diaper-wearing bedwetter. That was change enough for anyone, surely.

Oh, if only I - along with the rest of the world - had known what life-altering events lay in store!

It came gradually, the news of this strange illness from the other side of the globe. People were falling sick, coughing, dying. No medicine seemed strong enough to fight it. It was contagious, too - spreading to one country after another like a deadly miasma. Cases were multiplying, alarm bells going off, fears rising. Countries were talking of locking down, keeping people from travelling and spreading the horrific thing...

It was about the middle of the month when I finally got the news. My employer was "virtualizing" - asking us all to work from home until the virus passed, hopefully in a month or two. I did programming for a living, so it only made sense. With a solid internet connection and a laptop to connect to my work PC, I could literally have been anywhere in the world and still kept on working. So, yeah - it didn't seem like it would be that big a deal.

Until I told Mommy - I mean, Erica - the news over supper.

"Oh, baby, that's wonderful!" she gushed, spooning a generous helping of mashed potatoes onto my plate. Lately she'd taken to filling my plate for me - I suppose as part of the whole Mommy thing. Whatever - though rather silly and infantilizing, it was such a little thing I hadn't bothered to fight it. "I'm so relieved to hear it. I mean, I know you're not exposed to too many people in your department, but still... I mean, all it takes is one person to come back from Asia or somewhere..."

And before I could reply, she dropped her own bit of news. "Turns out my bank is offering to let us work remotely too, and I'm thinking I'll take them up on it. This is great, baby, really! We can both settle in here at home, and we won't have to see anyone or go anywhere until this whole thing's over." I swallowed my mouthful, surprised. "Really? Wow - I guess we'll- we'll both be telecommuting-" "Sure will," she enthused, a knowing gleam in her eye. "And actually, that gives me a very good idea..."

Uh-oh. "Umm, yeah?" I gulped at some water and shifted, crinkling quietly, in my seat. "Oh, yes," she replied, leaning closer with an innocent smile on her face. "See, Shane, think about it. If you don't need to be going anywhere, and I don't need to be going anywhere, there's literally no reason for us to keep dressing you up like a grownup. I mean, what better time to kick back and let you be Mommy's sweet little baby... full time?"

"Erica-" I started to protest. "I mean, come on-" But she was having none of it. "Hush, Shane! Remember, I'm the one in charge, just like we agreed. And I'm not going to take any back-talk from you." She shook her head firmly. "This is a once-in-a-lifetime chance to just relax and enjoy life, baby - and I intend to make sure we both do just that. Besides, I seem to recall my baby promising to do everything he possibly could to make me happy this year... Don't you? You're not going to change that at the drop of a hat, believe me..."

Of course I whined - internally, that is. I grimaced later that evening as I watched her thrust all my adult clothes back into the farthest reaches of her closet, there to remain out of sight and out of mind. I fretted and fumed inside as she pulled a few of her old skirts and tops, relics of her younger days, from her closet and stowed them in the guest room closet that was fast becoming my own. I winced as she giggled and patted my soaked rear, commenting quietly about how adorable her baby was becoming...

And then, later that night, I obediently crouched before her in my customary place and licked her to shuddering orgasm, all the while hoping against hope that I thus could purchase a bit of leniency with my tongue...

Of course she didn't change her mind. That first day of work from home was exactly as I'd feared: that is to say, humiliating. For while of course I was used to trundling off to work with my diaper and cage beneath an outer shell of adult respectability, now Mommy Erica dressed me herself in something far more juvenile: a set of denim shortalls from her younger years, complete with a pink t-shirt beneath that read "Precious" across the front.

Yeah. Super adult and manly, huh?

"You look positively adorable," she cooed as she led me to the desk where I was to begin my day's work. "Now here's a bottle to keep you hydrated, and a sweet little binky too in case my little darling gets fussy. Mommy will be back in to check on you in an hour, okay?"

I eyed the monstrously large nipple of the baby bottle she'd set beside me. "What the-" "Oh, fussy already?" she giggled - and I suddenly found her hand thrusting a massive purple pacifier between my protesting lips. "Hush now! No back-talk to Mommy, baby. You don't want her to punish, do you?"

Oh, for fuck's sake... Where the hell did she even find this shit?! And yet, what could I do? She had far more control than ever by now, and I had no doubt that she'd find a hundred ways to make me wish I'd never crossed her. Telling people about how I'd cheated... Showing them my diapers... Laughing with her friends over how I was now genuinely wetting the bed... Formally asking my boss for incontinence accommodations...

To be perfectly honest, none of those sounded the least bit fun. So why not just suck it up... literally?

I did.