The Boss’ Baby Part 11 - The Replacement

“Hi honey!” Amy said as she came through the door to the house, carrying several large shopping bags in each hand. She was bouncing and smiling as if she’d just won the lottery.

I smiled at her and turned back to the dishes. I was supposed to have them done before she got back. But she didn’t seem to care, she was still smiling which meant she must have had a good shopping spree.

She placed the bags down on the table and came up behind me, kissing me on the cheek before pulling the back of my diaper out with a finger and peeking inside.

Wearing nothing but a diaper already made me feel like a baby, but it was nothing compared to how casually she would check my diaper for poo like I was a toddler.

When she was satisfied that my rear end was clean, she reached around to peek into the front end. Not to check if it was wet from piss. She didn’t seem to care much about that. “Diapers are too expensive for me to change you every time you make a pee pee” she’d say. Though she didn’t seem to care about money much when she went out shopping…

No, what she checked the front part of my diaper for was my tiny cock cage inside. To see if I'd gone back on our deal by tampering with the equipment. We had agreed I'd go a month without cumming so as to increase our chances of conceiving a baby. It had only been two weeks of me not cumming and being treated like a baby instead and I was already wanting to quit.

“Awww! Your wittle winky seems to be leaking constantly through that cage! Good thing you’re in that diaper!” She giggled. Patting me on the bum and heading back to her shopping bags.

“Wait ‘til you see what I got! I found the cutest stuff for my wittle baby!!” She bounced with joy as she pulled out a bib that said ‘Mommy’s Wittle Baby!”

She had been starting to feed me mushy peas and carrots and other pureed baby food lately. I was not the biggest fan, and would spit and dribble some of it out. That seemed to egg her on. She was happy to shovel it back in my mouth and coo at me while she loaded up another spoonful just to say “here cummss the wittle airpwane!!”

Her baby talk was getting excessive. It started out slow at first, but after several days of changing my diapers she was really starting to get into the “Mommy” role. And every step seemed to be more and more humiliating.

“Oh and I got the most adorable wittle outfits for you!” She giggled. The first one was a large romper, which I thought would have been difficult to find in my size, but apparently it was a new fashion trend for full-grown males to wear them now. Kids these days…

“And I know you tried to say you don’t like dressing like a girl but...come on! Look how pretty these are!” She held up two frilly dresses. One was yellow with little duckies on it, and the other was pastel pink.

“I...i...” I didn't know what to say.

“Oh don’t try to argue! You know I've always wanted a baby girl! And I got this for when you’re doing your chores around the house!” She held up a sexy french maid outfit. But it was way too big for her.

“Honey...isn’t this all a little...”

“I’m not done!” She said, still grinning from ear to ear as she dug into another bag. She pulled out a medium sized buttplug. About the same size as the one Charles made me buy for myself when he first put me in panties.

“You used to love it when i put my finger in your ass during sex. So I figured you would like this up your butt all the time!” She laughed as she fiddled with the packaging.

“Honey what has gotten into you?! I —“ but she cut me off as she pushed me over the counter so I was bent over.

“Hush! And relax! Deep breath!” She said, pulling my diaper down enough to expose my ass cheeks. She spread them open and I felt the plug press against my hole.

This was all happening so fast. She used to be so sweet and innocent. But ever since the Christmas Party she started getting so much more dominant.

Once she had the plug worked all the way into my ass she pulled the diaper back up and patted my bum. “There we go! Now it’s time to test it...”

“Test what?” I asked. But my question was answered immediately as I felt the plug start to buzz inside my hole. I turned to see she was holding a small wireless remote control.

She smiled wickedly, clicking a button and causing the steady vibration to change to a strong, rhythmic pulsing of varying intensity. It made my legs quiver. She laughed hysterically.

“One last thing...” she said, going back to her bags.

She pulled out a large box. My jaw dropped when i saw what it was:

A big, black, strapon dildo.

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“Wh-what is that for...?” I asked. Playing dumb.

“It’s for you sweetheart!” She gleamed.

“B-but honey...” i stammered, “i may be okay with a finger in my ass, and maybe a plug, but I don’t think I can handle...” it shamed me to think that I was lying. I knew perfectly well I could handle that big black dick in my ass. I’d been handling Charles’ for the last few weeks, and this strapon wasn’t even as big as his..

.

“Oh! Hahaha!” She covered her mouth with the box as she giggled. “Sweetie no! I’m not gonna fuck you with it! You’re going to fuck me with it!!”

It wasn’t what I was expecting, and I was genuinely confused. “What? Why?!”

“Well just because you can’t cum for a whole month doesn’t mean I shouldn’t be able to!!” She scoffed, opening up the box and pulling out the 7 inch black dildo and straps.

“B-but I...”

“Oh come on!! Don’t you want to please me...?” She smirked. As if there was more to that sentence. She placed the cock right over the diaper where my own caged cock was and started wrapping the straps around the crinkly padding.

“B-but honey...will you at least change my diaper first? I’m...i’m all wet....”, I begged pathetically.

“Awww the wittle baby is all wet??” She laughed as she cinched the straps and pulled them tight around my soggy diaper. “So am i.” She said.

I looked down at the rubber dick dangling from my legs. It was so much bigger than mine that usually hung there. Amy’s face appeared as she dropped to her knees in front of it.

“Does this turn you on?” She teased as she took the head of the rubber cock in her mouth. Her eyes rolled back as she moaned with the dick filling her throat. I whimpered as she slobbered all over it. Wishing desperately that it was my own cock in her mouth.

“I want you to FUCK me over the counter” she said. Emphasizing the word ‘fuck’ as if that wasn’t what I was doing all the times we made love in our 12 years of marriage.

I wanted to cry. To object. But she was already pulling down her panties and hiking up her skirt as she bent over the counter. I could see her pussy was already glistening with wetness. She hadn’t gotten that excited for my dick in a long time, but was practically dripping for this fake one.

I took the rubber cock in my hand, not used to having to hold so much length and girth, and aimed it into her pussy.

“Ohhhh myyy godddd!!” She moaned as it entered her. After about 4 inches I expected to stop, as that was all I could usually bury into her with my own dick, but there was still 3 more inches to go. I didn’t think she'd be able to take it all, that I’d hit some internal organs or something. But she handled it easily and hungrily until the cock was buried into her up to the fake balls.

“Ohhh yesss!” She groaned as I started pumping the cock in and out of her. My wet diaper crinkling with each thrust.

I felt the plug start to pulse harder in my asshole. “Harder!” She barked. And I did the best I could do to pound her with my quivering legs.

“Yes! YES! Oh my GOD! YESSS!!” She groaned. She never made these sounds when we had sex. “Oh Char—Tom!! Yess!!”

What the fuck was CharTom? I thought. But didn’t dwell on it long as she started rocking back and forth and slamming her perfect ass against my “cock” like a bitch in heat.

My balls were aching. My real cock was pressing painfully inside its cage.

“I’m gonna cummm!” She moaned. Usually, I would have cum by now. Rarely did she ever beat me to the punch. But neither of us had to worry about this fake dick cumming too fast.

Her legs quaked and trembled. I could see the waves of pleasure coursing through her body. It struck me then how rare a sight it was for me to see her orgasm. It hadn’t happened often in our marriage. In fact, I'd probably made men orgasm more in the past 2 weeks than I made her orgasm in 12 years. It was a disheartening thought as she moaned and groaned on the counter.

“Don’t stop!” She commanded between breaths. “Keep going!” She flicked the button on the controller and my plug started pulsing again.

I fucked her for 30 more minutes. Giving her 3 more orgasms while I thought about how nice it would be if I could just have one.

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“So your wife seemed nice,” Charles said as I sucked on his cock.

My stomach dropped, but I tried not to make it obvious as I slurped on his balls.

“I want her number.” He said flatly.

“What?!” I said. Forgetting my sissy voice he’d made me use. My saliva still dripping from the head of his dick.

“You heard me.” He said firmly. “I want her number. I’m going to fuck her.”

My head was spinning. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t see something like this coming. I could see the spark between them. The way her eyes lit up when she saw him. How wet she got from me fucking her with a big black dick. She wanted this, and now he did too.

I didn’t know what to say. I tried to be strong. I wanted to be strong. He had already taken so much from me. My masculinity, my orgasms, he wasn’t going to take my wife too.

“No...” I finally said. I wanted it to sound powerful, but it came out squeaky and pathetic instead.

“What?!” He growled. His face flashing anger.

“N-no!” I repeated. Shakier this time.

He yanked me by the wrist so hard that I hit my head on the desk as he jerked me out from underneath it. Twisting my arm behind me painfully as he forced me over the top of the desk. Hard. My head spinning in pain as he ripped my diaper off. Jamming his slimy cock into my ass with such force it felt like I was being torn open.

“You. Will. Give. Me. Her. Number!” He barked. Emphasizing each word with a hard thrust while I squealed in pain. “And. You. Will. Beg. Me. To. Fuck. Her!!”

I cried. I begged. I pleaded.

“Please...not my wife!” I groaned. It was the last shred of dignity I had left.

“Your wife deserves better than a pathetic sissy baby like you!” He said, and deep down I knew it was true. The way he was fucking me right now on the desk was the way she’d wanted to be fucked yesterday on the counter. She didn’t want my dick that was small and came much too quickly, she wanted his.

“Ok...” I sniffled, “ok...i’ll...i’ll give you her number...”

And I did.

“Good gurl. Now beg me to fuck her.” He said, still maintaining a hard and fast rhythm.

“P...p-please...” I couldn't find the words. My mind was blank. My ass was being split open. “Please...fuck...my...wife...”

I burst into tears.

But he wasn’t done.

“Louder.” He said.

I sniffled and whimpered. “Please don’t make me say it again...”

“Are you forgetting?!” He growled, “you belong to ME now! So BEG you fucking slut! And use your sissy gurl voice!”

My tears and snot were forming a puddle on his desk. I sniffled and took a deep breath.

“PLEASE! SIR! Will you...FUCK my wife?!” I shouted in my high pitched voice.

I felt his dick erupt inside of me. Filling me with his warm seed.

When I looked back he had the biggest smile on his face. “If you say so!”

To Be Continued

New story entitled "The Hunt" coming next week! Stay tuned!! :)