Toni’s Baby Girl

By

Pamela ([email protected])

It’s interesting when a husband or wife finds something new about their spouse after being married a few years. Take my marriage for example. I’ve long suspected that my wife, Toni, has sensitive nipples that she enjoys having sucked on or caressed. What I hadn’t realized was exactly how powerful this pleasure is for her. One day after we had made love together in our typical way she said in frustration, “Greg, you’re welcome to suck my nipples longer and harder than you do. In fact, I want you to suck hard on them and play with them hard in your fingers for as long a time as you can. Do you understand?”

Now, I’ve always loved Toni’s breasts. They’re nicely shaped. Not too big, nor not too small. Just right for me. The fact of the matter is that I like a nice breast - though I did not marry Toni for her breasts. They were a nice bonus feature on a wonderful woman that I love and would do anything for. When I first met Toni, she was wearing a formal dress that made it very hard to figure out how large or small her bust was – so clearly, her breasts had nothing to do with my initial attraction towards her.

Considering how highly I regard Toni, I’ll have to say that if she wants me to suck on her nipples longer and harder than I normally do, then goddarnit that’s what I’m going to do. I said to her, “OK. The next time we make love, I’ll be extra sure to give your nipples the attention that you crave for them.”

“That’s something I really love about you Greg. You’re such a gentlemen and are willing to help out and take care of my needs.”

***

A few days later when both Toni and I were horny we met in the bedroom to begin our typical foreplay that would lead to having sex. Toni had put on one of her favorite pink babydolls that she only wore for sex, knowing full well that the lovely feminine image it created invariably excited my passion. “Come with me,” Toni said, and not knowing what she had in mind I followed her downstairs to the living room where she sat down on one end of the sofa and told me to lie down with my head in her lap. “Remember, you promised me that you would suck hard and long on my nipples.”

“Sure, of course. I’m only too happy to oblige.”

With my head in her lap and looking up into her face, I watched as Toni lifted up her nightie exposing her breasts and leaned forward so that one of her nipples landed on my mouth. I began sucking and as I did so she moaned slightly and said, “Harder, Greg. As long as you don’t use your teeth, suck as hard as you can.”

With Toni’s permission to suck hard, I clamped down on her nipple and sucked and stroked it with my tongue. Now, instead of moaning, Toni cried out in ecstasy. It was definitely a reaction within her that I had no idea she was capable of. I felt guilty that it had taken so many years for me to finally figure out that Toni loves this kind of attention to her breasts and nipples.

As I sucked on Toni’s breasts and she seemed to be having a series of orgasms, I felt her hand reaching for my boner and before I knew it she was fondling me while I sucked on her tits. I was so invested in her nipples that she was able to play with my penis for quite some time before I found myself shooting off into her hand. I let go of Toni’s nipple and sat up next to her. I watched as she slurped up the cum from her fingers with her tongue. She said, “That was so great Greg. I must have had twenty orgasms. Oh, my god how I love my tits being sucked!”

“I’m so happy that I’m able to give you that pleasure.” After a minute of reflection I added, “Is there anything else that would make the pleasure even more intense for you?”

I wasn’t expecting Toni to say anything, but she said, “Thank you for asking, Greg. I can’t think of a nicer, more considerate husband than you. Since you mention it, there is one little thing that might make the experience even hotter for me.”

“Oh, my goodness, Toni. Is that even possible?” I said, laughing.

“I agree. You’d think that with twenty orgasms I couldn’t do any better. But …”

I waited to hear what she had to say. Perhaps she wanted me to caress her other nipple while I sucked one of them? Instead she said, “I’d like you to wear a bra and panty while you’re sucking on my nipples.”

I laughed. This certainly seemed like a joke and Toni did occasionally joke with me. “That’s funny. Tell me for real what you’d like me to do.”

Toni smiled at me coyly and said, “I wasn’t joking Greg. I’d really like for you to wear a bra and panty while you suck on my nipples and play with my breasts.”

“I’ve never worn a bra or panty …”

“I know that Greg.”

“Can you tell me why?”

“Why does anybody like any particular sexual fantasy? For me, having you wear a bra and panty while you suck on me will really turn me on. Having you suck on my breasts makes me see you as being a baby, and having you wear a bra and panty will help me see you as being a girl. That way you’ll seem like my baby girl.”

“Baby girl?”

“I know it’s weird, but I’m pretty sure that it will make my orgasms even bigger than they are now.”

“Is there something in your past that is responsible for this fantasy?”

“I don’t know. I think mothers and daughters can make a very deep connection and especially when mommies are breast feeding their baby girls. So this is a perfect way for you and me to get closer to each other than we could if I see you as being a man.”

“I’m a little worried that you won’t respect me if I wear a bra. You might even make fun of me.”

“On the contrary, Greg. The fact that you’re willing to wear a bra for me will show me how much you love me and that will lead to me showering more love on you than you’ll be able to absorb!”

“Okay, I’ll wear a bra and panty and I expect you to tell me how cute I am wearing them!”

“Deal! You’re the most wonderful husband ever! Thank you!”

***

In a few days when it was time to have sex again, Toni said, “I’ve bought a very pretty bra and panty for you. However, you need to shave off your chest and underarm hair before you put on the bra.”

Greg gave Toni a surprised glance and then said, “Sure. I can see your point. That would make me look a bit more female.” He did not have much hair to shave so it was not a terribly inconvenient request from Toni. He went to the bathroom sink and shaved his chest and underarms. Toni then showed him the bra and panty she had gotten for him. They were a matching set consisting of a lacy white bra and panty. The bra was a 38A and the panty was a size 7. Greg put on the panty and found that his penis seemed to be quite delighted with the way things were headed. “You’ve got quite a tent there, Greg,” Toni said, laughing. “You must like wearing panties.”

“I don’t know. It’s just that my cock seems to be pretty excited about wearing a panty. It’s definitely strange to see myself in a lacy panty.”

“Are you ready for your bra?” Toni said.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” Greg said.

Toni helped him on with the bra. “I got you an A cup, but of course I could have gotten you an AA. At least this way you have a little room to grow your breasts if they should start to grow.”

“Why would they grow?”

Toni laughed, “Good point. Anyway, you look very pretty in a bra and that’s the important thing. Is it comfortable?”

“I guess so. I think I’ll need a little getting used to it.”

“True. When we girls first wear our bras, they feel kind of strange, but pretty soon we don’t even know they’re there. I’m sure that will happen to you also.”

Greg looked at himself in a mirror. If he concentrated on just looking at his shaved chest with the bra, he could see that it looked delicate and feminine, like the chest of a young girl who was wearing her first trainer bra. “I think the bra is fine. It certainly does help me look a bit like the baby girl you want me to look like.”

“I agree. You look like a very pretty young girl and very darling.”

I lay down on the sofa again with my head in Toni’s lap and she unhooked her bra and allowed me to suck on her nipples. “Oooh, that’s good my baby,” Toni said. “Suck nice and hard.” While she said this I felt her hand feeling my bra and then slipping inside my panties and playing with my cock. I noticed that Toni’s eyes were fixated on my bra and panty. She must really get off looking at them and I wondered if perhaps she had a suppressed desire to have sex with a woman. That could also possibly explain her interest in me wearing a bra and panty.

Almost immediately Toni came and then she came again and again. It was like we were sitting on a magic source of orgasms. I’d take a nice deep, hard suck on her nipple and she’d moan and then all too often yell out something like “Oh my baby!” or “Oh my sweet baby girl!”

Toni seemed to have gotten good at manipulating my penis almost to the edge of cumming and then pulling back. This kept me sucking for quite a long time until I removed her nipple from my mouth and said, “Do you think it’s time we fucked?”

“Oh, honey, I’m sorry. I’ve gotten so carried away with your wonderful sucking that I’ve forgotten to welcome your penis inside my vagina. Can we continue just a little while longer and then we’ll fuck. How’s that?”

“OK, sure, that’s fine.”

I sucked and sucked and I used my hand to manipulate her other nipple and her entire breast until finally Toni had had enough and said, “Now let me fuck my baby girl!” Toni climbed on top of me, planted her vagina over my cock and pumped away until after just a few minutes I came. She lowered herself onto me with her breasts to either side of my face and lay there. She seemed very content and that made me happy. I had to admit that I was one lucky husband.

***

A few days later when we were both starting to get horny again, I could sense that Toni was going to make an additional request of me to help her in our love making. In fact, ever since her request for me to wear a bra and panty I figured that other requests would come eventually. What would the total picture of her ideal sexual fantasy look like? I decided to bring the whole question out into the open. “Dear, I have the sense you’re going to ask me if I would do something else to add to your sexual pleasure. Am I right?”

“This is a bit embarrassing, but you’re right. You’ve got good instincts.”

“You know that I love to make you happy. So what is it? And while you’re at it, why don’t you give me all the special requests you’re going to eventually ask me anyway?”

“I love you so much, Greg. You’re so understanding and thoughtful. OK. I’ll tell you everything. My next favor is to ask if you’ll wear a pretty dress I’ve bought for you and pantyhose together with your bra and panty.”

“So you really want me to look like a girl while I suck on your tits?”

“Yes, as I said, I like to see you as being my baby girl. I want you to be my baby girl that sucks my nipples.”

“That’s sort of a sweet fantasy and of course I’ll go along with it. It doesn’t really harm me in any way, does it?”

“I hope not, Greg, since I couldn’t stand the thought of hurting you. Of course, you’ll have to shave your leg hair off for the pantyhose to look nice.”

“Really? You don’t think that people would notice that my legs are shaved?”

“You mean when you swim or wear shorts in the summer? They might notice that you have beautiful legs, but I don’t think that people think about leg hair. Some men naturally have very little leg hair.”

“Well, then I guess none of what you ask is a problem for me. So that’s it? That’s all?”

“Well, actually the only other thing I was going to ask you, was if you could grow out your hair more like a girl and wear some makeup. Let me pluck your eyebrows a little. Nothing too obvious, just make you a bit prettier and softer while you suck. There. Now you’re going to be mad at me.”

I laughed and said, “If I’m already wearing a bra and a panty, the dress, the pantyhose, the makeup and long hair, really are fairly trifling. So, as far as I’m concerned, if it really turns you on so much to have me look like a pretty baby girl while I suck on you, then go for it. I get a big thrill knowing that I’m turning you on.”

Later that afternoon, Toni helped me put on pantyhose, makeup and then a pretty, frilly pink dress that she had bought and adjusted a bit to fit me. It was the kind of dress a young girl might wear if she was pretending to be a Disney princess. I must admit that I blushed putting it on and standing in front of Toni dressed as a girl with my fluffy skirts. But the look of love and horniness in her eyes eased my anxiety. We then had sex on the sofa like we had been having, only this time I lay with my skirts around me and Toni reached in among them and then into my pantyhose and panty to find my penis. All the time I sucked hard on her nipples and listened to her multiple orgasms. When she was done she pulled down my pantyhose to my ankles and had sex with me until I came.

***

Life went on week after week with me pretending to be Toni’s baby girl with the only difference being that my hair grew to the length of that of a girl and Toni kept adding to my collection of bras, panties, dresses and ultimately shoes, jewelry, and anything else that might make me appear to be a girl. I was by now used to dressing myself up as a girl and having Toni delight in me playing the role of her young daughter who she encourages to suck on her breasts. I have to admit that I’m quite content with having sex this way. Toni is an expert in stroking my cock while I suck on her breasts so that I am fully engaged with her at all times. And when Toni is weary of getting orgasms my cock is so primed that I nearly flip out of my skin when she inserts it in her vagina and fucks me.

I was congratulating myself on how Toni and I had found a way to have such a perfect marriage, when she caught me by surprise and said, “I have one more request to make of you, but it’s a biggy.”

“A biggy? Oh, oh, what could that be?” I wasn’t yet alarmed but I had the feeling that whatever she was going to ask of me would be alarming.

“Don’t be mad, but you know that Jane and Frank have been trying to have a baby for a few years now?” Jane is Toni’s sister and Frank is her husband of five years.

“I know. It’s sad that she hasn’t gotten pregnant.”

“They recently found out the reason why. Jane is infertile.”

“That’s terrible. What are they going to do about it?”

“Well, they were thinking about adoption but then I had a great idea. I decided that I would volunteer to be a surrogate mom for the two of them. My egg and Frank’s sperm so that the child is ¾ genetically theirs. It would be done using artificial insemination – I wouldn’t have to fuck Frank!” Toni laughed. “Also, Frank and Jane will give us the going rate of $40,000 for our effort. Remember, after the baby is born and I’m leaving the hospital, I’ll give it to Jane, so we won’t have any sleepless nights or any of the other stress that comes from a newborn.”

Greg wasn’t necessarily against Toni’s plan, though he was a bit irritated that she’d agree to such a drastic move without consulting him. “I guess that’s a nice gesture on your part, though there is some inconvenience for yourself – having to carry the baby around for many months.”

“I know and I’m sorry that it might mess up our sexual relationship for a few months – unless we can find a way to get your head up to my tits even with my bulging belly in the way.”

I laughed and didn’t know what to say and finally said, “Well, this is one gigantic enchilada of news, I must say.”

“Don’t be mad, Greg, but I’m already two months pregnant.”

I decided this wasn’t a fight worth picking and said, “You’re doing a very wonderful thing for Jane and Frank. I hope you give them a beautiful child.”

***

Seven months later, Toni had a relatively easy delivery and stayed on in the hospital with the baby boy for a day and a half while the nurses helped the baby learn to suck and take in Toni’s colostrum. In view of the distance between where we lived and Jane lived, it had been decided that as soon as Jane took possession, the baby would be on formula unless Jane could figure out some other arrangement near to where she lived.

When finally Toni and I were home together without her being pregnant it was a great feeling. I helped Toni settle into bed to rest and she had me come lie next to her. “There’s another small favor I need to ask of you,” she said.

A conversation starting this way many months ago had gotten me wearing ladies clothing every time we had sex, so my ears perked up waiting to find out what would be the next strange request Toni would make of me. “What is that dear?” I asked.

“My breasts are ready to begin producing milk. The baby latched on and primed the pump by drinking the colostrum. Now the real milk production is ready to begin – but that needs you sucking hard on my nipples. Once you start sucking on me, the milk will start flowing and my tits will get big and rapidly fill with milk that you’ll have to drain.”

“Drain?”

“Yes, Greg. I’ll need my baby girl to suck on my titties probably every three hours or so at the beginning to get things started and then maybe just a few times a day after that. It depends on how much milk you can take from my breasts. I know from all your work over the last year that you are an excellent sucker and you’re going to make a super fine milk-guzzling baby.”

“Holy shit!” I said, reeling in disbelief. What was the ethics of this? Was it immoral, or was it a perfectly fine use of the milk? What about me? I’d be drinking mother’s milk. Will Toni feed me for months?

“I know this is a shock to you, but I’m certain that you’re going to love feeding this way. All babies do. It makes them particularly close to their mommies. In your case you can count on your mommy’s vagina getting very wet every time you suckle and you know better than anyone that when I have a wet vagina, you’re going to get the benefit.”

“How long will I be suckling your milk?”

“At least a few years. I’ve looked into it and it’s pretty easy to keep the milk flowing for five years if not longer. So you and I are going to have quite a nice time into the foreseeable future as mommy with her hungry little baby girl. Now enough of this chatter. Put on your cute outfit and let’s start getting you onto my tit. There should be some milk in their now and a lot more will come the more you suck.”

I was so taken aback by these developments that I had to lie down to collect my thoughts. Should I agree to this or not? It seemed like a colossal commitment to be nursed for five years as if I was a baby girl. What would happen if I freaked out at some point and couldn’t do it any longer? But if I refused to do it and Toni lost her milk never having had a chance to express it, then that might shake the foundations of our marriage forever. She might hold a resentment against me for the rest of her life. The answer was staring me in the face. I had no choice except to agree to being nursed like her baby for as long as she wanted me to do it. If I had to stop in the future, I’d just have to tell her that I couldn’t do it anymore and hope for the best.

I put on my bra and panties, a cute nightie that a young girl might wear and fancy pink socks that Toni had bought for me. I put on some make up, brushed my hair which now was as long as any woman’s and lay down on the sofa to get my first taste of mother’s milk. Toni’s breasts were definitely larger and somewhat firmer than they normally were. It was the increasing supply of milk inside them. Toni’s nipples were nice and firm also and I latched on to one and began sucking. Immediately I encountered a somewhat sweet milky flavor in liquid that seemed to come out of Toni’s nipple during each suck. I sucked harder so Toni would moan in pleasure and even more milk came out. It seemed like Toni must want me to swallow the milk, so I did so and I found that I rather liked the flavor and it’s warmth. I kept on going like this for quite a while until I sensed the milk flow was slowing. Toni inserted her finger between my lips and her nipple and then moved my head to her other breast. “You’ve pretty well drained that one, now it’s time for the other.” I continued my sucking on the new breast and in short order I was drinking Toni’s milk as it came out with each of my sucks.

You might think that after a half hour on each tit that I’d be tired of sucking, but to tell you the truth, Toni was successful in creating a kind of magical experience for me that did not seem like it would ever get tiresome. Being dressed as her baby girl, being enveloped by her milk-swollen breasts, the endless flow of warm milk and her loving caresses of my body including my penis conspired to manufacture a delightful self-contained world for myself. I was Toni’s baby girl and I loved the peace, the serenity, the closeness, and the security it provided me.

When finally Toni had her fill of orgasms she pulled me off her breast and said, “You’ve done a wonderful job of draining me of milk. My breasts will be full again probably in a few hours and then you’ll have to suckle me again.”

“Really? How often will I be doing this?”

“Babies need to be fed every few hours when they’re first born. It’ll ease up later, though you understand as I said before, we haven’t even begun to see how much milk I can produce. In a few days’ time when my system is fully engaged we’ll see what my peak milk production looks like. You’ve got a lot of sucking ahead of you!”

Toni’s description of her feeding needs were accurate. I was called upon every few hours for days and days to suck and drain her breasts of milk. It was a lot of milk that I drank and it kept increasing in volume. My life was basically an hour of sucking on Toni’s breasts followed by a few hours rest, followed by sucking on her breasts again. About once a day she gave me an orgasm. Toni had maternity leave from her job and I had some also because of the progressive company I worked for. My maternity leave was going to expire in a few weeks and my concern as to what we were going to do about it was answered when Toni said, “You’re going to have to give up your job or else take extended leave. Your sucking my tits cannot be stopped.”

“Holy shit Toni! Give up my job?”

“You can’t both be my baby girl and have me nurse you with my milk and maintain a 9 to 5 job. It’s one or the other. My milk being here is a once in a lifetime event. You can always get back to your job when my milk runs out.”

Don’t get me wrong, I love sucking on Toni’s breasts and I love to hear her orgasms and I really kind of like being her baby girl, but to give up my job is quite a big step in my life. After thinking it over for a while I realized that while giving up my job and career is not an easy thing to do, it’s easier to do that than making Toni unhappy. It’s also true that I would be very sad indeed to have to give up my relationship with Toni’s adorable tits. “Okay, okay. I see what you’re saying. It’s either now or never with your milk supply. If I send in my resignation to my job we’ll only have your salary to live on, and what happens when your maternity leave runs out in six months?”

“You know as well as I do that my salary is more than enough to cover our expenses. We also have the money from my surrogacy. After I have to go back to work, we’ll have to arrange a midday feeding for you at home. I’m sure my company will allow me to take some time to accomplish that every day.”

“Okay, Toni, I’m going to trust your judgement on this!”

***

Thus began my life full time as Toni’s baby girl. There’s something about suckling so much and so often on a woman’s breast that you lose sight of everything in the world other than her warm, nourishing, and pliant orbs. I started to become a bit conflicted as to whether I am Greg, the husband of Toni, or Toni’s baby girl being taken care of by her mommy. If someone stopped me on the street and asked me who I was, I would have stood there trying to figure out what the answer was. I had to admit to myself that I was undergoing a sort of slow regression toward childhood. It’s a process that once started is built on very powerful reinforcing emotions that are hard to stop. The more I suckle on Toni’s tits, the more I want to suckle on them. The more I depend on her milk for my sustenance, the more I want her milk. For her part, Toni is a good mother to me. She recognizes my needs and understands my dependence on her breasts and her milk. She has bought me any number of cute outfits for me to wear. Some silky, some with lots of ruffles, so I often appear as a pretty girlish bundle while sucking her breasts while she reads a book or a magazine or watches television. She flatters me constantly telling me how pretty I am and how cute I look in the outfits she has dressed me in.

Toni has acquired a variety of nursing bras and I especially love the few times each day when I have my head in her lap and I watch her unbutton her blouse exposing her bra. I’ve given names to Toni’s different nursing bras. An especially pretty pink one is my favorite that I refer to as Angela. A lacy blue one of Toni’s bras I call Francesca. So I can be lying there and Toni will unbutton her blouse and I think, “Oh, hi Angela. Good to see you again. Do you have a present to give me?” The present, of course, is Toni’s tit. She opens up the flap on her nursing bra and out comes her magnificent swollen breast with its large, delightful nipple waiting to be sucked. Then I zone out in extreme pleasure for half an hour until Toni unlatches the nipple from my mouth and swings around her other breast for me to suck.

During the intense early days when I was pretending to be Toni’s newborn baby, and her breasts had to be drained every few hours round the clock, I often found myself having to pee very badly while she had me nursing. The pain in my bladder could get pretty intense so that a few times I became restless and maybe even whimpered unawares. Eventually Toni picked up on the fact that I was suffering in some way. “What’s the matter with the baby?” She asked me and when, out of embarrassment I didn’t tell her, she got frustrated. “You babies can be so difficult when you don’t tell mommy what’s wrong!” Eventually however, by noticing that one day when I was particularly restless, I ran to pee after finishing my nursing and she put two and two together.

“You’re fussing so much because you have to pee badly while you’re nursing,” Toni said.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to cause a problem for you.”

“It’s no problem, Greg, and I’m going to find a solution to it.”

A few days later, just before I was about to get nursed that afternoon, Toni helped me off with the pretty jumper I was wearing and she had me lay down on the bed. She pulled off my panties and had me lift up my hips. To my surprise she placed a cloth diaper underneath me and proceeded to tie it on me with safety pins. Then she slipped fancy pink plastic pants on my legs and pulled them up over the diaper. Finally she helped me put the jumper back on. “Now you can nurse as long as you want without getting cranky!”

“You mean I should pee in the diaper if I have to?”

“Yes, dear. Feel free to use it.”

“You’re serious about that?”

“Yes, I am. Why should my baby girl have to hold in her pee until it hurts?”

“Okay,” I said, wondering if I actually would have the nerve to pee in the diaper.

By the end of every hour-long nursing I typically had to pee, but despite wearing a diaper I held off from peeing. Each time Toni would check my diaper and say, “Dry as a bone. I hope you really didn’t have to pee since we don’t want to hurt your bladder. Eventually however, a time came when Toni was taking one breast away from me and substituting her other breast, when I felt an unusually great need to relieve myself. I was determined to hold it in, and I fought off the urge to pee as I sucked on her second breast. She hadn’t been playing with my penis so I knew she wouldn’t start that this late into feeding. The pain in my bladder kept growing steadily and I felt very uncomfortable and miserable, yet I wouldn’t let myself release the pee. Toni seemed to sense that I was struggling and she took her breast out of my mouth and sat up straight so her breasts were dangling in front of my eyes. She took her hand and put it to my forehead and stroked it calmly.

“Now, now my little baby. Go ahead and pee. Don’t be afraid. I won’t allow you to finish nursing until you do. Go ahead. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

The strangest sensation overtook my penis. Though I had an immense need to pee, Toni’s words caused me to develop a boner, and before I knew it, I had a simultaneous pee urge on top of an extreme sexual urge. The wondrous sexual feeling spread up my penis into my bladder leading to a pitched battle between pee and sex that rose up and up in intensity until finally I orgasmed in a series of intense spasms into the diaper, followed a few moments later by peeing. I could see Toni staring into my face from which she figured out that I was finally peeing. “Yeah, yeah!” Toni said laughing. “Finally my baby is not afraid of her diaper! What a sweet baby girl you are!”

When I was done peeing Toni offered her milk-engorged breast to me again and I began sucking as hard as I could. Toni groaned in pleasure. She really loved the feeling of having her milk come down when her breasts are full and hard. In short order I listened to the sweet melody of her orgasms as they came one after another.

Now that my fear of peeing was out of the way, I more often than not ended up with wet diapers by the time that my nursing was done. Toni actually seemed to like the fact that this gave her some extra work. Perhaps she liked the opportunity it gave her to play with my penis as she dried it off before putting on a new diaper. She contracted with a diaper service to bring 70 diapers a week, which gave her quite a bit of time changing me and keeping me dry.

Another consequence of being breast fed so often is that I saw that there was no point in changing back into my normal clothes after being fed, so I ended up staying dressed as a baby girl all the time. It was easier and Toni had no objection. It saved her having to help me on with my dresses over and over again, though she did still have to change me when I was wet.

***

After many months of frequent nursing that had me constantly preoccupied with Toni’s breasts, as well as being dressed as her baby girl, having to wear diapers, and controlling my penis either with her hand or by having sex with me, I became fully addicted to my life as her baby girl. I craved her breasts, I craved feeding on her boobs, I craved her holding my cock and fucking me. In particular, Toni seemed to have discovered every nuance in how and where to touch my penis so that it became an intense addictive need for me to have her hold it and caress it while I sucked on her breasts. In time, I began acquiring a kind of baby talk when I spoke to Toni. I now almost exclusively referred to her as “Mommy” or “Mama.” My emotions also came out non-verbally, for example, if she waited before getting her breast ready for me, I could get restless and kick my legs a little. If she held off too long I could start whimpering. Whenever I had a bellyful of milk and was starting to dose off with her nipple in my mouth, I might suddenly begin crying when Toni removed her nipple and reattached the flaps on her nursing bra, and only would stop when she comforted me again. On days like that when she saw how tired and cranky I was, she usually would lead me to my bed, put a binky in my mouth and sit with me until I fell asleep.

Sometime in all of this, Toni began supplying me with baby toys and dolls and she even had a large crib installed in the guest room and made that my room. I was so addicted to her milk and my nursing that I felt a crazy exciting ecstasy when I sensed that Toni was getting me prepared for a feeding. Sometimes she put me down for the night and then I’d sense her coming into the room very late at night and in the dark I’d feel her finger go up inside my diaper to test if I had wet myself. If I had, she would turn on a night light and change me and then feed me so I’d go back to sleep. Every so often she chose this late-night feeding to touch my penis. When she did I can’t think of anything I enjoyed more in life. In the dark, half asleep, milk flowing from Toni’s nipples, and then astonishing waves of pleasure flowing one after another in my cock, until just before her milk was running dry when she would get me to cum. I could then hear her lapping up my semen from her fingers. One can conclude that I was now for all intents and purposes the baby girl that Toni wanted to fashion out of me.

***

When finally Toni had to go back to work, she set up a feeding schedule that worked reasonably well, though being home by myself in the morning and afternoon could be upsetting for me if she were late coming back. She could find me crying with red eyes, a runny nose, a sopping wet diaper, and she’d have to soothe me and get me back to a state of comfort.

Now that Toni was renewing her friendships with her coworkers after maternity leave, the subject of her baby and how it was doing came up. Without exactly lying she told them that her “baby girl” was doing fine and she secretly hoped they wouldn’t ask her for pictures! A couple of the women that Toni worked with are more than casual friends and she let them in on her secret. I’m guessing that she did it because she is proud to show them a husband who is so loving and considerate that he allowed himself to become a baby girl and because she’s proud of herself for having the fortitude to turn her husband into a baby girl.

I was a bit surprised one day when Toni came home from work with her girlfriends, Cecilia and Marilyn. I could hear her talking to them when they entered the house. I was upstairs in my crib when I heard Toni tell them, “I’ll fetch Greg for his feeding, but first I’ll have to change his wet diaper and get him dressed. There’s some nice wine on the table and feel free to help yourself.”

Toni came up to greet me with a big hug like she always did and then changed my diaper. “I have some friends I want to show you off to,” Toni said. “They won’t mind if I feed you in front of them, but first I’m going to dress you in one of your prettier outfits. We want you to make a good impression!” Toni laughed. Toni looked through my clothes and picked out one of my Disney princess dresses, as we referred to them, and helped me on with it. “I think I’ll tie a couple of pink ribbons in your hair, also, besides putting some nice makeup on you. A very cute and darling look to meet my lady friends!”

Toni led me down to the living room and I shyly hid behind her when she introduced me to her friends. “This is Greg, my baby girl,” Toni said.

“Hi, Greg,” the women said.

“Say hello to Cecilia and Marilyn,” Toni said to me.

I quietly said, “Hello.”

The women laughed and said, “She’s precious, Toni.”

Toni sat down on the sofa and said, “Come now, Greg, my boobs are aching for release, and I know that you’re very hungry.”

I lay down and Toni unbuttoned her blouse and I noticed that she was wearing Angela, which made me smile. A minute later Toni’s milk came down as I sucked and then my thoughts drifted to the pleasure I always felt drinking her milk. Toni and the women chatted about various things and I went in and out of listening to their conversation. Toni told them all about the pleasures of breast feeding me, how cooperative I was in draining her of milk, and about how this would likely go on for years and years. I heard the women say they know of wet nurses that give prodigious amounts of milk for ten years or more. I don’t know how much of all that discussion I fully understood, but I was under the impression that I had nothing to fear about being deprived of Toni’s milk-filled tits for a very long time into the future.

After half an hour on one breast, Toni moved me to her other breast and then eventually I began to get full and very drowsy. I heard Toni saying to the women, “See how the princess gets so full of her mommy’s milk that she conks out with a big smile on her face. Oh, the life of a baby girl!”

“Do you have to put her to sleep in her crib?” Cecilia asked.

“Not right now. She’ll sleep peacefully for a while, then I’ll change her diaper and put her to bed until later.”

I slept well for an hour or more with just the vague sounds of the women going on in the background. Eventually I awoke and I focused on the conversation while I kept my eyes closed. “We really would love for you to come with us,” Marilyn said.

“Yeah, promise us you will.” Cecilia said.

“I don’t know,” Toni said. “I’d have to get a wet nurse for Greg. A wet nurse that will stay here with her and keep her fed and change her. That could be kind of difficult.”

“Well, the three of us will look into it, and maybe we’ll find someone,” Marilyn said.

Later, when the women had gone and I was alone with Toni I said, “Mommy won’t leave me, will she?”

“Were you listening to my conversation?” Toni said, laughing. “Well, you know mommy has been nursing for a long time now and she could use a couple of weeks with her friends to recharge her batteries. Of course, she’ll still have to use a breast pump to keep up her flow, but it’ll be good for the both of us for me to take a vacation. You’ll get to have a temporary mommy that you can get to know, and when I do come back, just think how wonderful it will be to once again latch onto mommy’s breasts.”

I didn’t hear any more talk about Toni taking a trip, but a month later she told me that in a week’s time she would be travelling to a Caribbean Beach with her friends and the most wonderful temporary mommy would be coming to replace her. She was a very sweet woman named Mary with lots of milk and was very excited about getting to know me. The news made me tremble with anxiety but there was nothing I could do about it so I decided that I had to trust Toni that she knew what was best for me.

***

As promised, a week later the doorbell rang early in the morning and the wet nurse, Mary, arrived to babysit me for two weeks. She was taller and heftier than Toni and had quite a pronounced bosom. She smiled broadly when Toni introduced her to me. “This is my baby girl, Greg. Greg, this is Mary who will be your temporary mommy. Say hello to Mary.”

I shyly said, “Hello, Mary.” Toni had dressed me specially for the occasion in a light blue ruffly dress with poufy sleeves.

“She is adorable,” Mary said. “And such a pretty dress. I think that Greg and I will be having a lot of fun while you’re gone!”

“You should know that I fed her this morning and in a few hours she’ll be ready for nursing.”

At that moment Cecilia and Marilyn pulled up outside in a taxi which would take the three ladies to the airport and I said my goodbye to Toni. I couldn’t stop myself from crying. It had been about two years and every single day during that time I had been Toni’s baby girl. The last thing Toni said going out the door was, “I forgot to mention, Mary, but Greg should be dry now. I just changed her before you came. Goodbye!”

I stood at the window sniffling as I watched the car drive away. Mary came over and stood behind me. “It’s sad when mommies leave us, but she’ll be back in two weeks. In the meantime, you and I will get to know each other very well and we should have a lot of fun together.”

Mary fetched a variety of my dolls and stuffed animals and brought them out onto the living room carpet so I could play in front of her while she tuned the television to a game show. Midmorning, she found one of my favorite picture books about a family of bears and she turned off the TV and had me sit with her while she read the book to me. She had a way with children, that was clear, because she made the book a lot of fun and she would occasionally tickle me and make me laugh.

I was starting to get hungry when Mary said, “It’s time to feed you! Anyway, my tits are really full and I’ve got to get some of this milk out pronto!” Mary checked my diaper and said, “Not quite ready to change. Just a little wet.” She had me lie down with my head in her lap the same way that Toni did. Then I was curious about how she would go about feeding me. She took off her blouse completely and I saw that she had on a white bra with very large cups. Apparently it wasn’t a nursing bra since she reached behind her back and unhooked it and took it off. Now in front of me were too very large, intimidating breasts. They didn’t look like Toni’s breasts but they were nonetheless quite pleasing to gaze upon. Mary helped me get my mouth to one of her nipples and I began sucking. “Whoa, whoa,” Mary said, “a bit gentler please. Your mother told me that she encourages you to really clamp down, but my nipples can’t take that kind of pressure. So please be gentle!” I adjusted the intensity of my sucking until Mary said, “Ah. That’s perfect. What a nice little sucker you are.” Mary’s milk was not much different than Toni’s though I had the sense, considering the size of her breasts, that I was in for a formidable suck before I could claim to have drained her of milk. While I was nursing I noticed that Mary used a very nice perfume that was kind of intoxicating and I found myself in a very happy dreamlike state, sucking away on her breasts and enjoying the different womanly essence that Mary projected in comparison to that of Toni.

I heard the television go back on and Mary watched a soap opera while I happily sucked on her. After fifteen minutes, Mary gently moved me from one breast to the other and I continued drinking. After another fifteen minutes she moved me back to the first breast and then later back to the second one again. Finally my belly had gotten quite full and Mary had me sit up and she burped me. When she checked my diaper she said, “Oh, boy, you’re really wet now!” She went to get a clean diaper and when she came back she lay me on the floor, lifted up my dress, and unpinned my wet diaper. She said, “What have we here, Greg?” I watched as she held my penis with her hand. “A little damp,” she said and she got a cloth towel and proceeded to use it to dry my penis. She held my penis up with one hand and then used the towel to pat along my cock, then she did my balls. It wasn’t long before my penis did not need her to hold it up. Mary laughed, and said, “Would you look at that. My, my what a nice boner the baby girl has. Toni mentioned to me that I might have to take care of this when it arises.”

I saw Mary looking at me, then looking at my boner and then she said, “Your mother said I needed to deal with your boners, but she never gave me definite instructions. What I understood from her is that if I leave it alone, you’ll get cranky and probably not sleep very well. You do have a very nice cock, Greg, and an especially nice boner. Hell!” Mary took off her skirt and pulled down her panties. She touched my penis again to check on how hard it was and then she got down on her knees and proceeded to fuck me. She held my hands down next to my shoulders with her own and pumped her hips up and down over my boner. Her large milk laden breasts swayed in front of me. The pleasure in my cock was taking all my attention now. The way she held me down I was helpless to move. All I could do was receive the pleasure in my cock with each motion of hers that brought my penis inside her vagina. She must have been getting excited herself, since she began moving faster and faster and I felt myself being driven up to a very high peak of pleasure when Mary screamed out in ecstasy and came, followed immediately by myself. She rolled off of me and said, “I don’t know if that was what your mother wanted or not, but it seems to have worked pretty well for getting rid of your boner. Did I do the right thing?”

I smiled and put my hands on Mary’s breasts and held them. Mary laughed, “I take that as a yes. You’re the cutest baby, I must admit.”

***

By the time Toni had been gone almost two weeks, as much as I had fallen in love with Mary, I was very anxious for Toni to come home to me. While feeding on Mary’s breasts and wholly loving them, I still couldn’t stop myself from thinking of Toni’s breasts and how much I missed them. I thought about Toni’s bras and how much I would love to see them again. My Angela and my Francesca and the others. I imagined how much I was going to love sucking hard on her breasts and listening to Toni’s cries of pleasure. All her lovely orgasms and most of all the way my heart and feelings were so entwined within her. Yes, I loved being my mommy’s baby girl and I was overwhelmed by my desire for her to return and take care of me again.

When the magical day finally arrived when Toni would be returning from vacation, Mary dressed me up in my finest and prettiest dress, bra and plastic pants and we waited for her on the sofa. Finally, Toni entered the house, well-tanned and she literally ran over to me and swept me up on my feet and hugged me. “My baby girl! My baby girl! How much I missed you!” Toni called out.

“Mommy! Mommy!” I cried out in happiness.

“Look at how pretty you are! Mary, how are you! It looks like the two of you had a wonderful time together!”

“We certainly did. Greg is the sweetest baby girl in the world. She is such a delight to feed and play with!”

“I’m so glad it went well.”

“Did you have fun?” Mary said. “You look very well rested.”

“Oh, I am. The only trouble is that I’m not so good with the breast pump and my boobs are leaking all over the place and I pretty desperately need the milk let down. How is Greg doing for milk today?”

“I fed her early today since I anticipated that you’d need to have a feeding when you got back. Go ahead, my things are all packed and I can go anytime.”

“You’re such a godsend, Mary.” Trembling with joy I lay down on the sofa and watched as Toni got ready for me to suck on her. She was wearing a dress and she unzipped it and pulled it up over her head and off. Underneath she was wearing a full slip. She lowered the shoulder straps and pulled the slip down off of her bra. She then lowered a flap of her bra and sat down. The bra was beige and I had never seen it before and I wondered if she had bought it on vacation. Toni arranged my head and I immediately drew her nipple into my mouth and I sucked on it as hard as I could.

“Oh god, I needed that!” Toni said.

“I know the feeling,” Mary said. “It was a great two weeks for me because Greg is such a great little feeder. She really has a good appetite for milk. Some of the other babies that I feed fill up quickly or only drink half-heartedly, and then I have to go in the bathroom and squeeze some of the milk out of my breasts or I’ll go crazy!”

“Well, I hope that you’ll be able to come back and babysit Greg again. Now that this worked out so well, I feel a bit more comfortable about going out for the evening if I know she has someone like you to take care of her.”

“I would love that. To tell you the truth, I’ll miss Greg terribly.”

“That’s so sweet.”

Toni changed her breast with me and I continued sucking. When I was finally full, Mary said, “I’ll say my goodbye now to Greg.” I sat up and Mary gave me a bone crushing hug and I began to cry. I was definitely going to miss being with her. Mary kissed me on the cheek and then left and when the door shut behind her another set of tears came to me until I finally calmed down.

“It’s so sweet that you miss Mary. You’ll see her again, for sure. So, let me check your diaper!”

I lay down and Toni changed me. “I can’t tell you how happy I am to be with my baby girl again! I think we’re both ready for a little nap now. I was up very early to catch the plane. I’ll put on one of my nighties and you can snuggle with me in my bed. We’ll take a little nap together.”

***

Two months passed during which time Mary came back to babysit me a few times while Toni went out with her girlfriends. Then one Saturday afternoon Toni said that she was going out that night, but that Mary wasn’t available. I must have looked worried since she said, “I’m not going to leave you alone at night! Luckily, I’ve found another sitter. She’s lives a few houses away and goes to middle school. Her name is Cathy, you might have seen her before around the neighborhood. She’s the thirteen-year-old daughter of Mrs. Dickens. Anyway, she’s a very dependable girl and mature for her age. I’m going to fill up a couple of bottles with my milk so she can feed you when I’m gone. It will just be a few hours.”

I was not thrilled to have my usual routines interrupted, but I trusted that when Toni needed to go out it was always for the best. She certainly always made sure I was well cared for. I had to trust her that Cathy would know how to feed me with a bottle and change me if I got wet.

Cathy came by later that evening a half hour before Toni had to leave so that she could learn how to take care of me. I was a bit puzzled because Toni had put on a slinky dress, stockings, and heels and looked much better dressed than when she typically went out with her friends. As usual I was very shy when Toni introduced me to Cathy. “This is my baby girl, Greg. Meet Cathy, Greg.”

When Cathy saw me she smiled and almost laughed. She had long blonde hair and was pretty like a cheerleader and was just starting to blossom into a young woman. Cathy was wearing jeans and a white pullover shirt and I was wearing a dress and pantyhose that Toni had picked out for me. Toni explained to Cathy about the bottles with milk in the refrigerator and where the clean diapers were and what time she was to put me down in my crib. “You should definitely read her a story or two. Greg is fond of the My Little Pony books. We have most of the collection on her bookshelf. Pick any ones you like, she loves them all.”

Just before Toni was to leave she said to Cathy, “Greg is dry now. It’s about time for his first bottle. I can’t thank you enough for doing this. I should be back before midnight.”

I was in the living room and was surprised when the doorbell rang a moment later. I had assumed that Toni would be driving to meet her friends, but instead she answered the door and greeted a tall, handsome man who was all smiles. She didn’t invite him in but instead ran up to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek and then left through the front door closing it behind her. I went to the window and saw the man open the passenger side door of his car for Toni and then went around to his side. The car then drove off. For reasons that I couldn’t quite identify, I felt sad and like I ought to cry.

“Come to the sofa,” Cathy said to me, and I turned and saw that she was sitting there holding a bottle. I joined her and laid down and put my head in her lap propped up on a pillow and she began feeding me warm milk from the bottle. As I drank I looked into Cathy’s very young face and watched her eyes staring at me. I wondered how often she had baby sat. After a third of the bottle was gone, she sat me up and burped me, dabbed at my mouth with a napkin, and then resumed the feeding. She repeated the burping when two thirds of the bottle were gone and then when I finished she burped me again. Cathy let me lie there for some time. With a bottle of milk inside me, I had to pee and I let myself relax and peed into my diaper. A few minutes later, I felt Cathy slip her hand down my waist within my pantyhose, plastic pants and then into my diaper and then pull it out again. “You’re a wet baby girl and I’ll have to change you.”

Cathy spread a small blanket on the carpeting and I lay on it. With my legs up in the air, Cathy pulled down my pantyhose and then my plastic pants. She undid the safety pins and took off my wet diaper. I saw a kind of strange expression on her face when she saw me naked and then she left for a minute to get a clean diaper.

She knew what she was doing. Probably she had changed diapers for other babies she had babysat. In a short time I was all set. We went upstairs to my room and she put me in my crib, found a couple of Little Pony books and sat down next to me and read them. Somewhere in the middle of the second one I must have conked out.

Around midnight I was awoken by the sound of talking downstairs at the front door. I heard Cathy say, “She was no problem. I fed her, changed her, read to her, and put her to sleep. I’ll get my things.”

Then I heard a man saying, “I had a really great night, Toni.”

“So did I, Phil.” It was Toni’s voice.

“Well, I’ll call you and I’d love to have you over to my place.”

“That’ll be fun.” There was a pause and then Toni said, “You’re quite the kisser, Phil.”

Phil laughed and said, “There’s more of that where that came from,” and Toni laughed.

The next voice was that of Cathy saying, “Anytime you need me, just call.”

“I will Cathy. Maybe next weekend.”

The door shut and then I heard Toni coming up the stairs.

The End