A New Baby Girl

Thomas opened his eyes slowly.  His head was pounding. He tried to focus on where he was but only noted that the room he was in was dark.  His head felt like he’d been on an all-night bender, which, realistically, wasn’t outside of the realm of possibility.  He faintly remembered taking the subway to his favorite bar and ordering a couple of beers.  

He’d been pissed off at Cheryl, his longtime girlfriend, who had spent an hour outlining every fault she thought he had.  He’d lost his job earlier for goofing off. Cheryl had called him filthy and told him that she wasn’t his mama, so she wasn’t about to let him get away with mooching off her.  It wasn’t his fault that a cab splashed him, drenching his clothes. Still, he didn’t want to deal with her tone, so he left, all the while she yelled that he was going to regret not listening to her.

He faintly remembered the cutie with large breasts who offered to buy him a drink.  Thomas had always had a thing for women with big breasts, Cheryl being no exception.  He didn’t think anything happened with the woman, but, after the first beer, everything was a bit hazy.

Thinking about the beer made Thomas realize how badly he needed to pee.  He went to move only to find that his body didn’t want to cooperate. He wasn’t exactly paralyzed, but his body wouldn’t move the way he wanted it to.  “Hey, is anyone there?” Thomas yelled. “Please, I need some help. Cheryl?” When no one responded immediately, he sucked on his lip, trying to hold back the growing need to pee.  Ultimately, his bladder won out. He felt himself let go and the warmth, to his surprise, spread outward and around his groin. Utterly defeated and confused, Thomas began to sob.

“Ah, I see my little sweetie pie is awake,” a female voice said.  The sound was familiar. Through his throbbing headache, Thomas remembered the buxom blonde from last night.  When she turned on the light, he blinked rapidly, only to realize she was standing over him. Thomas couldn’t move his head and most of his sight was dominated by her melonous breast and cute face.  “You’ve been a naughty baby,” she said with a smile, reaching to pat him between his legs. Glancing down, his eyes widened in shock as he realized why the warmth from earlier had spread. He was wearing nothing except an oversized adult diaper covered in pastel pink plastic pants.

“What have you done to me?” Thomas cried out.  “I’m not a baby. Let me go!”

“Well, you’re wearing a wet diaper and are in a crib, baby doll,” she said with a smile, “and Cheryl said you can’t take care of yourself.  That’s why you’re here, silly.” She moved over to a counter and picked up a bottle. “You see, when strong women have silly boyfriends that think they’re men and really aren’t, they come to me.  I make everything better.” Turning, she lowered the nipple to Thomas’s lips. He tried to keep them closed, but the woman simply smiled and held his nose closed until he gasped for air, slipping the nipple between his lips.

When the first bit of milk hit Thomas’s tongue, his body reacted.  His headache began to disappear. He found the taste a little sweet, but it felt so good running down his throat.  He barely noticed his own arms and hands slowly reaching up to hold the bottle.

The woman smiled and lowered one side of the adult crib, carefully tugging the plastic pants down.  She then untaped the diaper underneath. “That’s it. Aunty Rosie wants her baby to drink all of her bottle like a good girl.”

“Good girl?” Thomas thought.  He would have asked out loud but the drink was too tasty for him to think of anything else.  His head still felt fuzzy though. He tried to watch Rosie as she wiped him clean, but most of his field of view was blocked by the oversized bottle.  He was starting to get some feeling in his body, though, mostly a pleasant tingling sensation on his hips, chest, and rear.

Once Thomas was diapered again, Rosie reached up and caressed his chest.  Had he not been so intent on drinking, he would’ve moaned when she pinched his nipples.  He could feel a tingling in his groin and half expected his cock to harden soon. As he sucked the last bit of the drink from the bottle, he realized that not only was Rosie playing with his breast, but she was also rubbing him through the diaper.  He bucked his hips gently only to notice the bobbing on his chest. His eyes widened. “Like, no way,” Thomas said, “I’m a guy, not a girl. Why do I have titties?” He blinked and tried to focus and wasn’t sure why he said titties instead of… there was another word, right?  Boobies? Ooo…. fuckbags. That was a good word for his knockers.

As the two mounds on his chest continued to swell, he moaned, the pitch of his voice rising while Rosie continued to rub his thickly diapered crotch.  He managed to move his hands to his growing tits as they surpassed the size of softballs. They felt so amazing when he squeezed them, almost as good as Rosie rubbing him through the diaper.  He wanted to cum so badly but he couldn’t get over the edge. His groin felt like the moment just before release, though the feeling was shifting, almost as if it was inside him.

“She’s coming along nicely,” he heard a woman’s voice say.  Part of his mind said it was “mommy” while another acknowledged it as Cheryl.  She moved into sight and reached down to squeeze one of Thomas’s now cantaloupe sized breast.  Thomas squealed in pleasure. “Does my baby Tammy like it when her mommy plays with her?” Cheryl asked Thomas, talking to her like a baby.  “I know she does. Such a good big tittied diaper slut. So much better than that silly man-child you were before.”

Thomas’s mind tried to rebel at being called Tammy except that Tammy was her name, wasn’t it?  A girl wouldn’t be named Thomas. That was just silly. Of course, her name was Tammy and she was a girl.  Tammy watched as Cheryl unbuttoned her blouse and exposed her bra covered breasts. They were bigger than Tammy remembered from yesterday.  As Cheryl lifted the flaps on the front and exposed her nipples, Tammy caught the scent of the milk from earlier.

“Now remember, Cheryl, there’s no going back,” Rosie said.  “If you let her drink from you now, Thomas will be gone forever.  All that will be left is this silly, busty baby bimbo and she’ll need your milk every day.”  Tammy didn’t understand what her aunt Rosie was talking about. All she knew was that she was horny and hungry for mommy’s milk.  

Auntie Rosie was still rubbing between Tammy’s legs as Cheryl nodded and slid up on to the crib with Tammy before guiding Tammy’s lips to Cheryl’s nipple. Tammy began to suckle hungrily, her hand still squeezing her now volleyball sized breast while her wider hips rocked against auntie Rosie’s hand.  When Cheryl’s milk hit Tammy’s stomach, Tammy’s legs clenched around Rosie’s hand as she had her first female orgasm. Her silly little brain forgot all about the lazy boy that Tammy had once been. All that mattered now was being her mommy’s good girl.

Rosie watched as the two left some time later.  Tammy was wearing a pink skirt and top that read “princess”, a pacifier hanging on a pink ribbon and resting between her breasts.  Tammy’s diapers were barely hidden underneath. Cheryl gave Tammy a hug before helping the now curvy, busty bimbo into the car. Cheryl mouthed a “thank you” before they drove off.