A Sissy's Progress - Chapter Nineteen

Ssh-sshick! It's only when the camera shutter sounds and the flash dazzles my eyes that I suddenly become aware of the world outside the written page. Sadly, it's even more humiliating than the story I've been telling.

Mommy beams at me from behind her phone, then snaps another pic. "You're so fucking adorable there, sissy," she giggles. "You do love sucking on things, don't you? I don't think you even noticed, but that bottle's been empty for the last five minutes."

Oh, damn. It is. That tube leading into my mouth is clear now, thanks to my gulping acceptance of the juice that it's been silently pumping into my nipple-filled mouth. Of course I've been sucking it down all this time. I've had to in order to avoid choking. And well... much like my life, when something or someone starts sucking, it's pretty hard to stop.

Mommy's eyes are twinkling. "Goodness, I think that means I'd better give you more, baby. You must have liked that one so much, huh?" I moan quietly, shifting as I feel another flood of urine seeping out of me and into my soggy diaper. At this rate, I'll be bloated and dribbling urine for hours until all this liquid finally washes out of my system. But I'm strapped in here and gagged securely, and there's not much to be done except watch with resigned eyes as Mommy refills the feeding bag with another pint or two of juice...

"There you are! Now be a good sissy and drink up for Mommy, okay? She's got a few things to attend to - a few photos to post online, you know..."

As the second wave floods into my mouth, and with Mommy's giggles ringing in my ears, I tremble and turn my eyes back back to the screen. Just ignore it. Ignore everything and focus on the story...

***

Well, there you have it. I was headed downhill fast, now, wasn't I? Caged by my wife with no real chance of release; diapered round the clock; made to sleep in my own plastic-sheeted bed... I was quickly losing many of the trappings of adult masculinity, much as I studiously tried to deny that fact. Erica now held the real power, and deep down, I knew it far too well.

Perhaps it wasn't that humiliating fact that I wanted to avoid quite so much as an even more troubling truth: I actually found myself slipping into this role way, way too readily.

It was kind of nice, after all, to let her take care of the bank statements and credit card payments. It was a relief to let her do the driving whenever we went out. I never had been all that interested in meal planning and buying groceries anyway, so letting her handle meals was pretty great. And as for clothes... well, as long as it was clean and semi-presentable, I didn't typically need much else.

Besides, life continued much as normal in other ways. I still drove to and from work as always. I still watched sports in the evening and played the occasional game on my phone and ate meals with my wife. The main difference was the omnipresent bulge and crinkle between my legs, and the cage whose weight I was now almost completely accustomed to. Sure, it still sucked having to squat down and deposit a load in my pants now and then. But I'd soon discovered the best times to do so - right before my morning change and before my evening shower - and Erica was by now a pro at wiping me down and changing me as needed.

What was more, I still even got to visit her bedroom and enjoy a modified version of sexy times. That wand had fast become the MVP of our "lovemaking," if you could call it that. She'd call me in and have me strip to my padding, then undress herself and slip onto the bed. "You know what to do, baby," she would murmur - and oh, I did, though I still did my very best to ignore the way she tossed around that infantilizing word. On would go the wand with a buzz, and I would slip close, dutifully teasing the moans and delightful sighs from her parted lips. And then she'd motion me even closer, and I would at last cuddle up to her beautiful breasts, and her hand would be on my head, pulling my mouth in and down to her rosy nipple...

I don't think I had ever heard or felt her cum as hard as she did then: as I devoutly suckled at her breast and blindly ground the wand against her bare sex.

It was after one such session in late January, I guess, that she asked the question. "Honey," she murmured in my ear. Still prone on her naked breast, I shifted my eyes to look up into her eyes. "Mm-hmm?" She looked down at me with an oddly inscrutable expression. "Just curious. What sort of lingerie did that woman wear? You know, Julie or whatever her name was?"

I flushed. She'd never asked such a question before, and I'd never dared to volunteer any such information. The less she knew about my affair the better, I'd always figured. But she didn't seem too angry, and, well, she was looking at me so expectantly...

I lowered my eyes. "Um, well, different kinds," I began. "I don't know too much about that stuff..." She sighed. "Oh, sweetie, I know. You're just a silly man when it comes to lingerie, I know. But why don't you tell me about the one you remember most? What color was it?" I drew a deep breath. Damn, she really did want to know. Visions of one particular night danced before my eyes: visions of a curvaceous, nude female body, those womanly breasts held captive within a shapely, soft pink-

"It was pink," I manage. I'm blushing as I speak, but press on. "Kind of a soft pink with, I don't know, some sort of lace-" "Pink?" Erica repeated softly. "Ah, I see! Bra and panties too, I suppose? Both nice and lacy? That sounds pretty." I nod silently. "Uh-huh. Um, yeah..." She chuckled gently. "Don't worry, baby - I'm okay! I was just thinking about Valentine's Day coming up, and, well... I thought it might be nice to get a little something special for the occasion..."

A sudden swell of gratitude rose within me. She's actually going to buy something special? Wait, does that mean I'll get to- get to- As if she'd read my thoughts, she giggled. "Oh, yes, I bet you're wondering what that special occasion might involve, hmm? Well, I can't promise anything. But if you're a very, very good little one, darling," and here she ruffled my tousled hair affectionately, "I do think we can arrange for you to have some very happy times indeed. I know it's been quite a long time for you, after all..."

Needless to say, the following days passed with agonizing slowness. There was light at the end of the tunnel at last. Erica was finally going to take off my cage, allow me some relief, maybe even invite me to show her how much I still wanted to love her as a real man should. Not even a few more mornings of waking to find my diaper already soaked were enough to deter me. Soon enough I might be able to earn back her confidence, her love, her acceptance of me as her husband...

***

"Looks like someone's eager for some playtime tonight, aren't they?"

Erica smiled knowingly at my empty plate and glass. I'd eagerly gulped down the pasta and bread and vegetables she'd set out for our dine-in Valentine's meal, thinking - as I had done virtually the entire day - of just how much fun we might have this evening. I'd seen a few parcels arrive these past few days, and though Erica had shooed me away before I could read their labels, I had a pretty good idea of what they contained.

"Well, I don't think Mommy should keep her little one waiting any longer," she giggled - and once plates were disposed of, we were on our way to the bedroom. "Come on, I have some very special surprises for my baby," she cooed. "You've been very good, after all, and I want to make sure to reward good behavior..."

There she went with the Mommy and little one and condescending talk again. But to be honest, I was getting used to it by now. Besides, I had far more interesting matters to be thinking about.

"Now, then," she breathed as the door slipped closed behind us. "This is a really big surprise, so I think you'd enjoy it best if you keep your eyes shut." I assented, only to be surprised by the feel of a silk cloth slipping tight around my eyes. "No peeking!" she giggled, and I murmured a nervous chuckle. Oh, getting kinky, hmm? This was- interesting...

"No need for that cage, either," I heard her breathe in my ear, and soon I felt myself being pushed down onto the bed, busy fingers easily untaping my diaper. Oh, the unbelievable lightness of my cock as it slipped free of the cage! I'd forgotten how strangely free and smooth it felt, how unburdened and maneuverable...

But then I felt the padding slipping back around it. "Not ready for you just yet," she teased - and soon I felt her pulling my padded self upright again. "Now I've got some lacy little surprises around here somewhere..." I sat in silence, listening to the rustle of fabric, the unzipping of a zipper, the quiet breathing of my wife as she moved about the room. And as I sat, I felt the glorious sensation of soft padding against my freshly bared, newly stiffening, and oh, so sensitive cock.

"Just hold on here a bit," she murmured in my ear, and I felt the gooseflesh rise on my arms as I felt the brush of fabric against my legs. There was something slipping across my bare legs, something soft yet strangely cool and almost plasticky- "Stand up," came the order, and I did. "Erica, what-" "Hush!" she commanded, and I felt a tugging around my waist. "No spoiling the surprise, or you're going right back in the cage."

It was only after I felt the brush of lace and fabric against my torso a second time, and the tightening of some sort of strap around my body, that I felt her take my hand and lead my hesitating feet across the carpet. "Very well, baby," she cooed in my ear, and the fabric across my eyes began to loosen. "Have a look..."

I most certainly did. But the figure whose gaze I met in the mirror was unlike anything I'd hoped to see.

There I stood, naked save for two humiliating new additions. Around my chest, a delicate lace bra that cupped my sad, masculine excuses of breasts. And around my padded posterior, a frilly, satiny garment that could only be one thing: a lacy pink diaper cover. It wasn't me. It wasn't Julie, either. It was an overgrown, hairy man-baby, masquerading as her... and entirely failing.

"You're beautiful, baby," she cooed in my ear. "My strong, sexy, helpless little baby. My little one who still needs his Mommy to dress him in his pretty clothes and change his wittle diapers..." I couldn't. "Erica?! Please, no- NO-" "It's 'Mommy' to you, little one," she coolly responded, and I felt a stinging swat to my bare thigh. "Now why don't you shut up right now before I take away your happy cummy time?"

Oh, the things I do for orgasms.

I'll never forget the feeling of lying on the floor there with Erica kneeling beside me, her nude body hypnotizing me into a daze of submission even as the magic wand drove me helplessly into my first orgasm in months. "Who's a good little sissy baby for Mommy?" she repeated above the buzz of the wand, bending down to catch my response. "Come on, tell me. Who's a pretty pink princess who wants to cum in his nice soft diaper for Mommy?"

I am- I am- Please no- But yes, yes, I am, I am, I AAAMMMM--!!!

She was smiling when I came to, blinking and trembling from the release. "I knew you'd like your surprise," she smiled calmly, her fingers straying now over her satiny thighs and down between her legs. "Now I think it's time you repaid the favor, baby..."

It was indeed. And oh, I did.