Two Sissies--One Babysitter
Two Sissies—One Babysitter
Mikey lay upon his changing table, nursing from his baby bottle of warm milk as Kendra sprinkled fragrant baby powder over his tiny, caged penis and hairless, little balls. His lemon-yellow party dress had been pulled up and out of the way to allow his wife (in name only) to change his wet daytime diapers. After having gradually lost complete control over his wetting, regular diaper changes had become a daily reality for the chaste, incontinent sissy.
“I’ve got a surprise for you, babykins,” she told him eagerly, “This evening, while I’m on my date, Stephanie’s hubbie will be getting dropped off and you’ll both be babysat by Tiffany.”
Mikey cringed and he paused nursing from his bottle. It was bad enough being humiliated in front of his wife and her friends but to have it happen in the company of one of his peers? He winced as she tugged the thick, fluffy cotton diapers up and pinned them securely around his narrow hips.
“So looks like you’ll have another sissy cuck to play with,” she said with her beautiful smile, “Won’t that be fun?”
Mikey shook his head in frustration and continued nursing from his bottle. He couldn’t help but look up hungrily at the thin fabric of her sexy, low-cut top stretching across her big, round breasts as she sifted through his stacks of plastic and rubber panties. Adding to his feelings of inadequacy and inferiority, was a gnawing sexual need that he knew would never get satisfied.
They were in the living room, and although Mikey normally got his diapers changed in his nursery, this evening, Kendra had chosen to do it the more public setting of the living room. This meant that sometimes, passersby on the sidewalk got quite an eyeful if they happened to look into the big glass windows fronting the room.
Carefully selecting a white pair with a pattern of yellow duckies on it, Kendra held them before her weakling husband.
“These are perfect for my little sissy bedwetter, and they’ll look so cute with your baby dress,” she said with a smirk as she threaded the leg holes over his glossy black Mary Janes and began pulling them up his smooth, girly legs.
Mikey was feeling frustrated and fussy—as he always was when his wife was getting ready to go out on a date with her boyfriend. But his heart quickened anxiously at the thought of spending the evening with another guy—even one in similar circumstances as himself.
Kendra pulled the extra-large sized plastic panties up and around his fat, bulky diapers, running her fingers around the elastic waistband to ensure all the bunny-soft cotton was contained within.
Outside, a young woman who was walking her dog, stopped momentarily and she peered in through the windows with curiosity at Mikey’s humiliating routine, probably wondering why a grown man was being changed like a baby.
Mikey blushed and turned away.
“There—that should hold you for a while and keep your wetting right where it belongs,” Kendra said as she powdered between his inner thighs where his diapers would rub against them.
The sound of a pair of cars pulling into the driveway made them both turn their heads.
“Sounds like Brad is here!” Kendra said excitedly.
Mikey’s brow furrowed with jealousy as his wife quickly stood up to greet him. A few moments later, her hunky boyfriend was opening the door, followed by Tiffany his babysitter, and another couple.
A squirt of panic-induced pee escaped into Mikey’s diapers before he could stop it.
As Brad and Tiffany stepped into the living room, Mikey caught his first sight of Kendra’s friend, Stephanie. Like his own wife, she was very beautiful, and she wore a plunging, low-cut evening dress that left little to the imagination. Mikey’s captive penis twitched and strained against its implacable steel cage as his eyes took in her sexy curves.
Nevertheless, at the same time, he also felt acutely aware of the difference between how he was dressed, and how everyone else was. His cheeks reddened as he nursed from his baby bottle, feeling very childish and immature.
Right behind Stephanie stood her sissy husband, and as Mikey got his first look at him, he saw he was dressed like a little girl, with lacey knee-high socks, a cute white and pink satin dress, and a sheer pair of pink panties which made his own chastity device plainly visible below the frilly hem. He was trying desperately to pull his dress and petticoats down to hide his panties although clearly, it was a futile effort. The sissy kept his eyes downcast as his cheeks flushed a bright red.
Mikey too, blushed a crimson shade of red as the five of them gathered around to smile down at him and take in his cute, babyish appearance. He clutched his half-empty baby bottle desperately, wishing there was some way to escape this humiliating situation.
“Hi Tiff—thanks for coming over on such last-minute notice—his nana couldn’t make it tonight because she had other plans,” Kendra said as she hugged her buxom young friend warmly.
“Oh—it’s no problem,” she replied breezily, “I’ll keep these two sissies from getting into any mischief—don’t you worry.”
Kendra certainly had no doubts about her friend Tiffany’s capabilities—she knew just how strict she could be with wimps like her sissy hubbie.
“Mikey here is due for a milking—would you be so kind as to take care of that?” Kendra asked, “And then he can have an early beddie-bye time—he’s been moody lately, and I think getting tucked in early while Francis gets to stay up is just what he deserves.”
Mikey pouted at this news, but it was all the more humiliating, having his hot wife dictate his evening plans to his babysitter.
“Sounds good—I know where his enema equipment is kept,” Tiffany replied with her innate, authoritative confidence, “Looks like you can count on a trip over my lap tonight, sissy boi.”
Kendra bent forward to grasp the fat cock pacifier on the loop around Mikey’s neck before pushing it forcefully past his pouting, protesting lips.
He squealed helplessly but was soon sucking submissively on the mouth-filling, latex object.
Brad stepped over and roughly hauled Mikey to his feet.
“Those two beers I had on the way over went right through me—it’s time to make use of those sissy diapers of yours,” he said in his gruff voice.
Mikey squealed again as he found himself once again, the center of everyone’s attention. Brad turned him around brusquely as he began unbuckling his belt.
“Pull the back of your dress up, sissy boy,” he ordered the trembling pantywaist.
Mikey whimpered and stamped his Mary Jane-clad feet, knowing what was coming but he nonetheless complied. Nervously, with his hands shaking, he lifted the delicate, frilly hem of his baby dress up as Brad sternly grasped the thick layers of his cotton diapers and pulled them back.
The other three women giggled as they watched the weak sissy being so easily bossed around.
Poor Mikey didn’t have long to wait.
He cried out, his desperate protest muffled by the thick rubber cock filling his mouth as a hot stream of pee splattered against the back of his waist, flowing strongly to quickly create a big yellow pool between his milky-white globes. He blushed furiously and couldn’t help but notice the shocked look on Stephanie’s husband’s face. No doubt, he was no stranger to humiliation, but this was too much, even for him.
Brad’s stream was very strong, and the pool of urine climbed up to cover the top of Mikey’s ass cheeks, even as the hot liquid seeped downward and in between his legs to embrace his steel-caged penis in warm wetness. Surrounding them with a pungent smell, tears of humiliation filled Mikey’s eyes as he submissively continued to hold his dress up to facilitate Brad’s need.
Finally, the stream ended, and Mikey thought he was done but then unexpectedly, Brad started up again, using the cowering sissy for an impromptu urinal as he added another pint of hot pee to his already soaking wet diapers. As he let go of the top of his elastic waistband, Mikey gulped hard, sucking feverishly on his penis pacifier as he stood there, fearing his plastic panties would leak and a trickle of pee would start running down his leg. Fortunately, between the multiple layers of thick cotton cloth with their absorbent soaker pads, and the snug leg holes of his nursery print baby panties, the deluge was safely contained by his diapers.
A tear of humiliation trickled down Mikey’s crimson, blushing cheek.
As the big man zipped up his fly, Stephanie clapped enthusiastically.
“Well done! You certainly put that sissy in his place,” she commended him.
Mikey couldn’t bear to look up at his tormentors or their smug grins.
“Francis,” his wife Stephanie scolded the other sissy, you had better be on your best behavior unless you want to find yourself over your babysitter’s lap tonight for a good, hard spanking.”
The timid sissy gulped fearfully as he nodded his head obediently.
“Y-yes Mommy,” he replied.
“You know where I keep the paddles,” Kendra said to Tiffany in a dead-serious tone of voice that brooked no confusion, “If either of them gets sassy—be sure to spank the both of them.”
Mikey swallowed hard even as he slurped on the emasculating rubber cock filling his mouth to capacity—to think he could get punished for something the other sissy might do!
Opening the front door, Stephanie walked out with Kendra, busily chatting as Brad followed from behind. To be sure, these two cuckolded sissies were soon to be forgotten by the couples as Tiffany took control over their evening.
As the front door closed, Tiffany turned to face both her charges.
“On the ground,” she ordered them with her long nail pointed to the floor, “Sissy pantywaists crawl—they don’t walk.”
“Yes Miss,” they both squeaked in unison as they dropped to their hands and knees.
Tiffany turned on her heel, leaving the nervous pansies alone for the moment and before long, they could hear the tell-tale sound of Mikey’s two-quart rubber enema bag getting filled with hot, soapy water.
“D-do you have to wear diapers too?” Mikey asked tentatively after briefly removing the big pacifier filling his mouth.
Francis shook his head.
“No, at least I’m spared that humiliation,” he confessed.
Mikey sighed.
“I’ve been a bedwetter most of my life. My mom used to put me in diapers for bedtime and now my wife just keeps me in them all the time,” Mikey admitted.
Unconsciously, he felt some small measure of comfort, knowing that here too, was another person, cuckolded and kept in chastity by his strong-willed wife and like himself--unable to do anything about it.
Francis on the other hand, felt a sense of superiority that at least he didn’t have to wear diapers like an incontinent toddler. It was a small consolation, but at least he had that to be glad of.
“Hey you sissies—come into the nursery,” Tiffany called out from down the hallway.
Reluctantly, Mikey crawled down the hallway on his hands and knees, with Francis being treated to a grand view of his fat, diapered bottom as he crawled along behind him. He was still numb from shame after having Kendra’s boyfriend use his diaper as a toilet and the warm pee surrounded him humiliatingly. It had completely saturated the bunny soft cotton cloth of his bulky diapers, seeping between his legs to soak the bulging front as well. And with every move he made, the distinctive smell wafted up as a reminder of his shameful subservience. Mikey could only pout and sulk as he reflected on how low he’d sunk, debasing himself before everyone as he’d demonstrated his total lack of backbone or dignity.
As Francis entered the brightly lit nursery at knee level, his nose crinkled at the childish, ever-present smell of stale diapers and plastic panties in the room. There could be no question that a bedwetter lived in this room.
Taking a seat on his spanking stool, Tiffany reached under the frilly hem of Mikey’s dress and began peeling his clinging plastic panties down from over his sopping wet diapers. The pantywaist grimaced as he saw the soapy suds dribbling down the nearly bursting red bag, hanging from its stand. Even more intimidating was the fat, imposing dildo nozzle that threatened to make the diapered sissy squeal like a little girl, once he was bent over Tiffany’s firm lap.
“Looks like Kendra’s boyfriend really showed you who’s boss, didn’t he?” she smirked without an ounce of respect for him.
Mikey nodded, his cheeks blushing hotly with shame. He knew he should have stood up for himself, but he really didn’t want to risk a spanking over the bigger man’s lap. That was a painful fate he sought to avoid at all costs!
Helping him to bend over her bare thighs, Tiffany got him situated before unpinning his soggy diapers, the strong smell of pee surrounding them both.
“This soapy enema is just what Mommy’s little bedwetter needs,” she explained patiently as she twirled one of the jelly dildos from his collection in the Vaseline and began pushing it against his puckering sphincter.
Mikey squealed and squirmed, feeling very helpless and frustrated with his lot. Here he was bent over his babysitter’s lap, a girl more than ten years younger than himself, about to get a long, humiliating enema, while his wife was out with her boyfriend having a great time. Even worse, was the fact that anther sissy was going to be a witness to his shame.
“OHHH!!” he moaned as Tiffany pushed the rubbery dildo deep into his rectum.
“There now, sissy,” she said in her matronly voice, “Settle down, we both know how much you like cock.”
Mikey blushed anew, even as he felt his back passage being stretched wide by the flexible but fat dildo. And indeed, it didn’t take long before he started to get used to the slippery phallus and guilty, pleasurable feelings began to flow throughout his body. His tiny little penis flexed impotently within his steel chastity device, but of course, it couldn’t grow any farther than the three-quarter inch limit of his cage. The slippery thick rubber cock sliding against his prostate felt wonderful but as usual, his chastity device would make sure he couldn’t get the least bit of sexual gratification from it.
Glancing up at Francis, he saw the other sissy taking in this humiliating procedure with great interest and he blushed shamefully.
Breathing heavily, Mikey started moaning helplessly as Tiffany slowly pumped his bottom, patiently taking her time to prepare his hole for the bigger enema nozzle to come.
Finally, after about ten minutes, Tiffany slowly withdrew the dildo and set it aside. Mikey huffed with bitter frustration and bunched his fists, his chastity device having kept his tiny penis soft and safe.
And he knew only too well what was coming next.
Sure enough, he soon felt the larger, blunt cock head of the enema nozzle pushing insistently against his defenseless hole. It seemed impossible that such a monster could be stuffed inside his little anus, but he knew from bitter experience that it would.
“Take a deep breath, sissy, and relax your butt muscles—just submit, and it’ll go in easier,” she said unnecessarily.
Mikey whimpered and shook his fists as Tiffany pushed the massive nozzle forcefully past his defeated sphincter.
“OHHHH!!!!” he cried as his cock pacifier fell out of his mouth to hang from its pink satin loop.
He kicked his Mary Jane-clad feet helplessly as Tiffany pushed the titanic dildo deeper and deeper into his rectum.
“Oh-OH-Oh!” he cried.
“Yes, that’s just what you need, isn’t it?” she said in her smug tone of voice, “But I’ll bet you wish this was Brad’s big cock instead of the enema nozzle, don’t you?”
Mikey struggled to come to grips with the massive, rubbery shaft stretching his punished anus to the very limit and he whined like a little girl.
Without warning, Tiffany released the clip on the hose, sending warm, soapy water surging deep into the sissy bedwetter’s bowels.
“Ohhhh!!” Mickey moaned. He felt utterly helpless, and he kicked uselessly as more of the liquid flowed uninterrupted into him.
“That’s a good sissy,” Tiffany commended him as she gently patted his right bottom cheek, “Not only will this leave you squeaky clean—it’ll drain your pathetic sissy cream—won’t that be nice?”
Mickey moaned again and his breathing increased as Tiffany closed the clip. A bead of sweat dripped down from his temple as she slowly caressed his bottom cheek while holding the gargantuan dildo nozzle buried deep in his rump.
Francis was watching him with great fascination and Mikey blushed furiously. This was so humiliating!
“You really have become a big baby, haven’t you?” Tiffany taunted him.
Releasing the clip, another strong flow of water flowed into Mikey making him squeal again.
“Haven’t you?” she said, slapping his cheek harshly.
“Y-y-yes, miss,” he bleated.
“Say it,” she snapped.
“I-I’m a big baby,” he whimpered.
“And big babies wear diapers, don’t they?”
“Y-yes, miss Tiffany,” he admitted submissively.
“Both of your mommies are out with real men tonight while you two beta boys are here getting babysat like toddlers,” she stated as she released the clip again, making Mikey moan helplessly.
“You have a tiny little penis and can’t satisfy your wife,” she said, looking directly at Francis who blushed with shame under the intense gaze of their pretty babysitter, “And you, little Miss Priss—are a hopeless bedwetting sissy who can’t be without his diapers and plastic panties.
“Absolutely pathetic,” she stated disdainfully.
Mikey squirmed uncomfortably upon her firm lap. He did indeed feel pathetic, and a small, secret part of him reluctantly acknowledged that he probably deserved to be treated like a diaper-dependent baby.
Opening the clip again, another strong surge of hot, soapy water flowed powerfully deep into his rectum.
“O-O-OHHH!!” he squealed.
As the water continued to fill him up, he alternated between biting his lip and moaning like a little girl. Glancing between the mirrored closet doors to see Tiffany’s superior look on her gorgeous face, he gulped hard and then gazed over at Francis who was clearly unaccustomed to watching someone get a punishment enema. The fat dildo nozzle stretching his back hole was so emasculating but of course, there wasn’t a thing he could do about it. His babysitter was going to make sure he got every warm, soapy drop, whether he liked it or not.
At last, the red rubber bag had lost its original balloon shape to become flattened as the remaining water and suds flowed into Mikey’s aching hole. He was gasping and trying to cope with the two quarts inside him as Tiffany slowly eased the dildo nozzle out. The fat cock head popped out of him making Mikey squeal again loudly and she smiled back at his reflection in the mirror.
“There you are, bedwetter boy,” said smugly, “Go release that and then I’ll put you into your nighttime diapers.”
Helping him up gingerly, he struggled to clench his butt muscles together so as not to leak.
Limping slowly, he made his way to the bathroom.
Fifteen minutes later, Mikey walked hesitantly into the nursery to find Tiffany texting on her phone and Francis sitting in his playpen, trying to amuse himself with Mikey’s big plastic building blocks. A thick stack of fluffy, soft diapers awaited him on his changing table and Mikey knew from experience where he was to go.
Having been flushed with two quarts of soapy water and having his little balls drained—albeit with no sexual release on his part, Mikey now felt a sense of calm; he wasn’t as frustrated as before and as usual after one of his enemas, he was both more docile and compliant.
Tiffany set her phone down and began the clinical process of diapering Mikey. It wasn’t in the least bit sexual—it was exactly how she would treat any incontinent toddler; all business and efficiency.
Of course, for Mikey, it was something different altogether. Deprived of any sexual release for many months, he couldn’t help but stare at her big, sexy breasts, barely contained by the low-cut halter top she was wearing. He chewed his lower lip anxiously as he pondered something he would never be able to have. Fortunately, the enema/milking he’d just received took away some of his libido and his tiny penis was now totally incapable of getting hard even within his chastity device.
Handing him his jumbo baby bottle, Mikey accepted it and began nursing from it.
“Just think—while you’re here drinking warm milk and getting your diapers changed—your hot mommy is out enjoying chilled champagne with her dreamy boyfriend. And while you’re getting an early beddie-bye time—we both know your mommy will be out late tonight having all kinds of sexual adventures,” Tiffany chuckled.
Mikey hated it when she teased him like this but there was really nothing he could do about it. He was also hyper-conscious that three feet away from him, another guy was avidly watching as he got pinned into his big, bulging, nighttime diapers like a baby.
Grasping his Mary Jane-clad ankles, Tiffany showed surprising strength as she swung them up over his head to coat his bottom with a thick, sticky layer of Desitin. Mikey squealed as he was exposed in such a humiliating fashion but the sissy bedwetter just had to endure it.
Bringing his legs down, she powdered all over his caged penis and tiny balls before pulling the layers of cloth up and around his hips.
“Honestly, it’s just so pathetic that you’re still a bedwetter at your age,” she said as she pinned the sides snugly, “But then, I guess it really goes with your sissyish personality.”
Mikey blushed with shame, and he sucked desperately on his baby bottle.
Taking a pink pair of rubber panties, she snaked them over his feet and then began pulling them up his smooth, skinny legs.
“Well, there can be no doubt—this is exactly where you belong;” she continued, “in a sissy nursery being treated like the big baby you act like.”
Helping him up, she sat him on the edge of his crib mattress in preparation for tucking him in when she turned to Francis.
“Alright, sissy—it’s your turn now,” she said as she pointed to the changing table.
Francis’ mouth dropped open and his heart skipped a beat as he first looked down at the vinyl covered table and then up into Tiffany’s steely eyes..
“M-m-me?” he stammered fearfully.
“That’s right, little Miss Frilly-panties, sissies in this house wear diapers—no exceptions,” she told him, her voice taking on a hard edge.
“B-b-but I’m not a b-bedwetter,” he quailed in his shrill, high-pitched voice.
This was all so unfair!
Setting the stack of cloth diapers down that she was holding, Tiffany rose to her feet to tower over the trembling sissy.
Placing her slim hands on her curvy hips in a classic stance of female superiority, she regarded him severely.
“Sissy cucks have no say in what they wear.
“I’m your babysitter and I’ll determine what you’ll wear.”
Francis looked around the nursery desperately but of course, there was no escape.
“B-but I don’t even w-wet the bed,” he squeaked weakly.
“That’s it,” she snapped, “You’ve just earned yourself a trip over my lap.”
Mikey shifted on the crinkly mattress as he watched Tiffany yank Francis out of the playpen, grab the wooden Spencer paddle hanging on the wall, and take a seat on the spanking stool. It all happened so fast, he could barely even absorb what was about to take place.
Francis squealed and struggled against her grip, but she easily pulled him over her knees and pushed the back of his frilly satin dress up and out of the way.
“This will teach you that I don’t tolerate any backsass,” she growled as the paddle swooped up and landed harshly across his bottom. The sheer, see-thru panties he was wearing did nothing whatsoever to protect him from the hard wood of the paddle and he howled in pain. Again and again, the paddle rained down fiercely, the loud, painful slaps filling the room as Francis kicked his Mary Janes in frantic desperation.
Taking a moment to hook her finger in the waistband of his frilly panties, Tiffany yanked them down his thighs before returning her attention to his bare, red bottom. The paddle swooped down and seared itself across both his cheeks as Francis wailed piteously. He slapped the floor as hot tears tumbled down his crimson face and his legs scissored behind him.
Pausing for a moment, Tiffany pointed the paddle at Mikey menacingly.
“And it’s your turn next,” she said ominously.
Mikey gulped hard, knowing with certainty that he was about to get the same blistering spanking he was witnessing with Francis. Every cruel slap of the paddle on Francis’ tender cheeks made him wince fearfully and he didn’t even notice as his diapers began to grow wet and warm within his rubber panties.
Tiffany finished up with a flurry of biting swats, bringing a fresh set of tears to the crying sissy. Helping him up onto his shaking legs, she pointed to the far corner of the room with her long-nailed index finger.
“Over there—Put your nose in the corner and don’t move. I’m not finished with you yet,” she promised him.
“And now it’s your turn to pay the piper, sissy boi,” she said as she grabbed Mikey by his wrist and yanked him over by her side. Even though the pantywaist had over fifty pounds on her, there was never any question of him physically resisting her. Whimpering weakly, he stamped his feet and flailed his hands in the air with bitter frustration.
“B-but, I didn’t do anything!” he wailed.
“When one sissy gets punished, so does the other,” she snapped.
Tugging his rubber panties down off his diapers, her brow furrowed disdainfully as she gazed down at the soggy wet lower half of his diapers,
“Wet already? You didn’t even last ten minutes!”
Mikey blushed shamefully; his childish lack of control being called out in the most humiliating way. He felt so childish and inferior in front of this pretty young woman.
“You’re nothing but a big baby and you’re about to get the hard spanking you deserve.”
Throwing him forcefully over her lap, she situated him forward, putting him off balance and making it more difficult for him to get back up.
Tears began to mist his eyes as he felt his diapers being unpinned and pulled back to expose his tender bare bottom.
“Please-please don’t spank me hard!” he cried piteously. This evening had only gone from bad to worse!
With his wet diapers pulled back, the smell of fresh pee surrounded them as Tiffany raised the paddle high and brought it down with a terrific impact, scalding his cheeks with a punishing bite. Those air holes in the face of the paddle really made for a painful sting!
Mikey kicked wildly but Tiffany responded by gripping his waist even more firmly and swatting his bottom with greater ferocity. Hot, angry red welts quickly appeared all across his cheeks as the paddle rained down again and again, turning his bottom into a raging inferno.
Francis, standing with his nose pressed into the corner of the room, snuck a look over his shoulder to witness Mikey’s spanking firsthand. The poor sissy was crying his eyes out, kicking and sobbing as Tiffany spanked every square inch of his defenseless bottom. Tears were streaming down his reddened cheeks as the bedwetting sissy was made to endure Tiffany’s harsh punishment.
Finally, with several very hard swats across the lower center of his bottom to ensure he’d have difficulty sitting for some time, Tiffany finally put the paddle down. Lifting him off of her lap, Mikey’s wet diapers fell away from him, and she stood him up while she arranged a fresh set on his changing table. His tiny caged penis stuck out like a ridiculous little bump from his crotch as his hands shot back to rub his blazing hot bottom.
Retrieving a fresh bottle from his warmer, she handed it to the crying sissy and quickly pinned him back into his nighttime diapers using the same rubber panties from earlier. Swapping out his dress for a short, cropped diaper shirt, she removed his Mary Janes and tucked him into his crib, placing his teddy bear underneath his arm.
“Alright, Francis—your turn,” she announced as she arranged another trio of bunny-soft diapers before her.
Spanked and defeated, Francis set himself down upon the fluffy soft set of cotton cloth as Tiffany repeated the process, powdering and pinning him into a trio of Mikey’s yellowed, pee-stained diapers. Francis cried softly at the humiliation of it all and Tiffany gave him another bottle out of the warmer.
“You have five minutes to finish that,” she warned him as she began snaking a white pair of babyish, nursery-print plastic panties up his silky legs, “Looks like you’re both getting an early beddie-bye tonight.”
Sniffing miserably from inside his crib, Mikey nonetheless felt some satisfaction, knowing that this sissy would be getting diapered just like he was every night. A part of him hoped it would happen every time Francis came over to visit in the future.
After removing his Mary Janes, Tiffany helped Francis get into bed with Mikey where he spooned against the squirming sissy.
Mikey hadn’t shared the same bed with another guy since he was six, and this felt both awkward and emasculating.
In addition, it was mortifying having a young girl like Tiffany have such total control over the two of them.
His babysitter handed Francis another teddy bear and she lifted the side of the crib, securing the two of them for the night. As Tiffany left the nursery, she turned out the lights, leaving the two sissies in intimate contact with each other. Francis could feel the plastic of his baby panties rub up against the back of Mikey’s rubber panties, making him feel all the more childish and infantile.
The sounds of the two nursing on their bottles of warm milk filled the nursery but before long, they had drifted off to sissy slumber, their thoughts no doubt filled with visions of their wives being enjoyed by real men.
It was well after midnight when Stephanie came to retrieve her cuckolded sissy and when she accompanied Tiffany into the nursery, the pungent smell of pee assaulted their senses. Alas, the milk that Francis had drank before beddie-bye went right through him and the sissy had managed to soak his diapers.
As a parting gesture, Tiffany was kind enough to change him into a fresh set before saying her goodbyes to Stephanie. The latter led her sleepy sissy waddling out to their car, who couldn’t help but wonder what future was in store for him…
THE END
