It started as a lark. Steve just wanted to see if he could do it and he did - easily. Breaking into a house was against the law but not taking anything made justifying his actions a little easier and it remained that way right up until Sally's place. It was drinking the milk out of Susan's baby bottle that would change things - and speaking of changes...   Primate - Part One - Got Milk? By Mary Beth Sanford

 

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Got Milk?

Mission Impossible inspired Steve's antics which found him, on this particular night, in the kitchen of Dr. Brooks home. Steve was sitting records, if anyone was keeping records, and he was sure the police were, at least on the number of homes he'd broken into so far. He was also beginning to love the coverage by the news media. Even better this night, because he found a fresh baked, five layer, dark chocolate cake as he opened the refrigerator for a glass of milk.

Steve took a long swig from the baby bottle of milk after twisting the top off. His mouth was full of fresh moist chocolate cake and icing. That baby bottle was the only milk in the refrigerator as he bit into the cake again. A few minutes later he yawned, and a few seconds after that his head lightly settled on the kitchen table. Steve didn't snore, but in only a second his breathing was much deeper than usual.

Dr. Sally Brooks froze for only a second, listening. There was something wrong as she stiffened defensively just after entering the house. There was someone in the house, her mind told her, tensing into a tighter defensive posture. There, she said to herself. In the moonlight through her kitchen window a shape that shouldn't be there. Someone was in her kitchen she realized defining the dark shape at the table. Someone definitely was there, but not moving she also registered as she found the light switch.

"Don't move," Sally said in a cautious tone dripping with warning. Whoever it was didn't so much as twitch.

A young man, smallish, perhaps a teenager was sitting at the kitchen table, head down and, clearly, sleeping soundly. It was one of those 'what's-wrong-with-this-picture' kind of things as Sally moved quickly to his side to take his pulse just as her medical experience kicked in. He was just a boy she thought when she pressed two fingers against his neck.

Good steady pulse, slow, but steady, blood pressure seemed OK. His pupils were fixed but responsive when she struck them with her pen light. It took Sally less than a minute to realize what had happened although she had no idea why the boy was in her kitchen. Susan's baby bottle was nearly empty, the nipple and cap had been removed and with it a good third of the chocolate cake was also gone.

"Got milk," Sally said out loud, but with a sarcastic snicker.

"Stupid boy," Sally also said out loud as she felt again for his pulse. He'd used the milk in Susan's bottle for his raid on her kitchen and that fresh baked cake he'd taken liberty with. Trouble was Susan's baby bottle had been spiked with a tranquilizer as Sally began to calculate how much the boy had taken against what he weighed.

"Stupid, stupid boy," Sally said as she eased her arms under Steve's to lift him for a second. She wasn't going to move him, she just wanted to estimate his weight. That tranquilizer was adjusted for weight. Ninety to ninety five pounds, give or take, she mused, as she again test lifted Steve in her massive arms. Dr. Brooks was rarely off by more than a couple of pounds.

The boy was actually twenty pounds less than Susan, Sally noted, as she eased him back down onto the chair carefully so his head went back down on the table. Thankfully he hadn't taken all of the milk.

Given the difference between Susan and the boy's sizes, only half of that bottle would have been enough to put him under. He'd taken a third more than that. Sally made a rough calculation in her head based on the boy's weight. It wasn't nearly enough to make it fatal or even risky, so no medical emergency was at issue. She did another calculation before deciding it was four more hours, minimum, before the boy would wake.

He'd be OK, maybe a slight headache and very dry mouth, which left Sally to decide on what to do next and who the hell was he?

It took only another few minutes, given the way he was dressed in his camouflage, to realize he'd broken in. She also found the note already sitting on the table. Given the note, she also knew who the boy was now, or could be. She didn't know him by name or even where he lived, but the newspapers reported at least three more recent break-ins like this one, and the last not far from Sally's house. A teenager most likely the paper had read and they had dubbed him the Snack Sneak.

The Snack Sneak broke into homes and simply snacked on whatever was available never taking anything other than the food he ate. Most likely just one person and most likely a kid, the papers noted. Remarkably nothing was ever taken except for food and drink. Whoever it was, broke in, ate and left leaving just a thank you note.

Another stupid kid doing a dumb prank Sally whispered.

"Stupid boy," Sally said, again, louder this time. This time not over the tranquilizer, but over the risk this boy was taking. He might not be so lucky one day and end up getting shot as she also added, "and damn our laws."

Sally was also convinced that some of what kids did nowadays was in knowing they could get away with most of it. Too soft on crime and that was the laws fault. A slap on the wrist, which would most likely be the worse case punishment for this boy, wasn't much of a deterrent as Sally considered her own choices. She would love to teach this young man a lesson.

Given the current state of the law, and how permissive it had gotten, she herself might even be in trouble for not taking more precautions with Susan's tranquilizer. She grew more angry as she thought about it. She could end up getting sued for allowing this boy to break into her house and having access to that baby bottle. Imagine that, she cursed.

"Damn it," Sally cursed again as she agonized over what to do with this boy. Calling the police would be the obvious solution, but the thought of this boy getting away with what he did angered her, and then she laughed. She laughed hard for a moment then caught herself. She moved again to the boy estimating his size and laughed again. OK, if the boy wanted to play games so be it Sally thought to herself as she worked the plan out in her head.

Sally had four hours at least. More than enough time and that's when she sat and laughed again. She laughed till she couldn't laugh anymore. The boy didn't stir in the slightest. He wasn't going to either, she knew that and laughed a little more.

Actually, it was Susan's baby bottle that gave Sally the thoughts she was having. Susan's things would easily fit this boy, Sally also decided, as she removed the boys backpack and allowed him to rest against the chair. The boy's face was covered in camouflage and chocolate cake. A wash cloth took care of the cake and a lot of the camouflage as Sally eased his head down to the table again.

Dr. Brooks moved to the red wall phone, grabbed it up and dialed the clinic, "Jennifer, it's me, let Nancy take over for a little bit and come up to the house. No, it's not time yet. I'm going to need your help with something else, and I'll explain when you get here. How's Susan doing? Great! No, just let her play and we'll take care of her later. OK, see you in a couple of minutes."

"And as for you young man... Let's go get you're room ready," Dr. Brooks said moving back to the boy and checking his pulse again, then his eyes once more before making sure he was comfortable. She left him there and walked towards Susan's room. Susan's room was the perfect place for what she planned.

The cribs side was down as Sally fixed the fitted pink sheet over the mattress. Susan loved her crib and often played in it when she woke. The sheets always suffered first when Susan played. Dr. Brooks had spared nothing in decorating Susan's room. It was all little girl, pure sugar and spice and everything nice. Of course Susan was growing so fast that she'd outgrow the room before long, but until then it was a cute room.

It really was the perfect setting for what she wanted to do. Sally was teased often over this room, but it was nothing compared to the teasing she got over what Susan sometimes wore, but that wasn't her fault. Sally had rescued Susan a year ago from a circus and in that year Susan had become the little girl Sally would have wanted if she'd had kids. Albeit an odd kid, but she loved Susan all the same.

"Dr. Brooks," Jennifer's voice rang out from close proximity to the back door. Jennifer saw the boy sitting there, froze and wondered immediately who he was and why he was sleeping at Sally's kitchen table. She grew panicked and yelled, "Dr. Brooks, are you OK?"

"In here Jennifer, in Susan's room. It's OK Jennifer," Dr. Brooks called out as she cleared Susan's changing table.

"There is a boy in your kitchen," Jennifer yelled.

"I know, come on back," Sally said.

"Who is he and what is he doing here," Jennifer asked coming into the room looking very concerned. Like Sally, Jennifer wasn't expecting to see anyone else in the house, and definitely not a boy as she added, "is he OK? He's out like a light."

"He's OK, just sleeping. Listen, have you read about those break-ins we've been having in the area? The ones where someone has broken in, doesn't take anything, but eats and leaves a thank you note," Dr. Brooks asked.

"Yes," Jennifer said and added, "they suspect it's a kid? I think they are calling him the Snack Sneak or something like that. Wait, are you telling me that guy broke in? Is that the Snack Sneak? So what happened to him? Is he all right?"

"Yes, he's OK, just tranquilized! He was sitting at the kitchen table just like that when I came in. I found Susan's baby bottle next to him, nipple off, milk almost gone. I didn't have any more milk left so he obviously took Susan's bottle and used the milk in it for a very large piece of my chocolate cake," Sally said snickering.

"Susan's milk? Wait a second, you mean the milk you were going to use for tonight," Jennifer asked.

"Exactly! He didn't know that the bottle was spiked with a tranquilizer. Found him out like a light," Dr. Brooks said as she looked around the room.

"Did you call the police," Jennifer asked.

"Actually no. I mean I was going to when I got sort of an idea. Think about it? Damn kids only going to get a slap on the wrist anyway," Sally said.

"Most likely," Jennifer nodded in agreement.

"So, I thought I'd do something that might teach him a better lesson than he'd get otherwise. Came to me when I saw Susan's baby bottle nearly empty." Dr. Brooks said as she began to walk out of the room as she added, "Come on and give me a hand with him."

"To do what," Jennifer asked curiously.

"He's going to be out for about four hours. I need to get him into Susan's room and dressed in some of Susan's things before he wakes up," Sally said with a laugh.

"Susan's things? Did you just say Susan's things? You're not serious," Jennifer said in shock.

"I am," Sally said and added, "he's been medically tranquilizer which puts him under the critical purview of a doctor and guess what, I'm a doctor. Besides, he's going to be out for four hours and I can't catheterized him so I'm going to diaper him anyway, and since he's going to be in one, or maybe two of Susan's diapers we might just as well put him into the rest of her things."

"You're serious," Jennifer said suddenly beginning to realize what her boss was planning. Jennifer looked at Dr. Brooks with surprise, then Jennifer laughed but added, "As much as I like the idea, I think it's illegal though."

"Illegal? No, actually it's not. As long as I am in fear of grave bodily harm, I can defend or protect myself, and I'm very afraid of what he might do when he wakes up. Listen, we don't know what he's like. He might even be a serial rapist for all we know. This is easily justified. Remember, He broke in. Anyway, I've simply decided to place him in 'reasonable restraints'," Sally said snickering.

"Reasonable restraints," Jennifer repeated in confusion.

"Susan's crib," Dr. Brooks said smiling as she added, "nice thing about Susan's crib is that it has a top and where better to keep him till he's awake?"

"You sure? Last thing I want to have happen is for you and me going off to jail instead of him," Jennifer noted.

"Not going to happen. Come on, think about it. It's perfect. We let the punishment fit the crime or in this case, since I believe that Susan's shoe may actually fit, he really should wear them. The way I see it, that boy took Susan's baby bottle of milk, so I'm guessing he's going to enjoy the rest of Susan's things," Sally said.

"Then what? I mean what about the police," Jennifer asked.

"If I did call them, do you seriously think, when they see him, that they are going to have a problem with what he's wearing," Sally asked.

"Oh this is going to be hilarious!" Jennifer said walking behind her boss as Jennifer asked, "so how long before he wakes? I mean literally? Is it really going to be four hours?"

"At least four hours give or take. More than enough time for mommy to get her new little baby girl into her baby girl things," Sally said as she stepped into the kitchen.

Dr. Brooks grabbed her digital camera on the way into the kitchen from her desk and began taking pictures of the boy sleeping soundly in his drugged induced state. She took several at different angles leaving no doubt how he looked before and what he'd been doing. Dr. Brooks found the door he'd come in by and took a few more pictures. Dr. Sally Brooks, satisfied, sat the camera on the counter and smiled.

Sally went though the boy's backpack and found a wallet. According to his license, Steve was the boy's name and given that he had a student body card he was also in college.

"Doesn't look eighteen but his license says he is," Sally said as she eased her hands under Steve's arms and added, "go on and put his wallet in the kitchen drawer."

"Does mommy need help," Jennifer asked happily noting the expression on her bosses face as she pushed the drawer holding the boy's wallet, closed.

"Yes! Interested in becoming a co-conspirator," Dr. Brooks asked as she slipped her arms further under the boy's arms once again.

"Definitely," Jennifer said as she moved to the boys feet. Jennifer lifted his feet easily with Sally taking on most of the weight. Sally was a formidable woman and could have easily lifted the boy herself, but didn't mind the help as they walked the dead weight of the sleeping boy to Susan's room.

"So what are your thoughts," Jennifer asked as she helped lay out the boy on Susan's large changing table. The room was definitely a nursery but proportional to Susan's size or at least her size almost a year ago. She was growing well past the nursery now, but Sally hadn't had the heart to change things around yet.

"Sponge bath to clear that camouflage paint off his face and give him a nice baby smell. Then one of Susan's night time diapers. No, make that a night time diaper and soaker then most definitely something very cute and sweet over that diaper. I'm also thinking of one of Susan's fancy dresses. I want to get some pictures of him before and after he's dressed then a few more of him in Susan's crib," Sally said.

"A dress! You are really going to dress him in one of Susan's dresses," Jennifer asked getting even more excited at the prospects of this.

"Absolutely. They should fit him easily," Sally said.

"Oh, I know they will fit him, but are you sure you want to put him into a dress," Jennifer asked.

"Of course. I was thinking we'd try that little pink dress you got for Susan on her birthday last year," Dr. Brooks said as she began to ease the boy's shirt from his shoulders. Jennifer began with the boy's combat boots and Sally then worked on his pants. Jennifer took the boy's socks off as Sally began to tug down the boy's pants. With Sally's help his pants went quickly and then his shorts followed.

"Her pink dress? Oh gosh, that's going to be perfect!" Jennifer said taking the boys pants from Sally then his shorts before folding them neatly.

"Definitely the pink dress and Susan's fancy panties as well," Sally said as she added, "can't be a little sissy baby without the outfit now can he?"

"He's going to faint dead away when he wakes," Jennifer said as she looked down at the naked young man.

"Mr. Macho here is definitely going to have a very rude awakening. So, why don't you go get his sponge bath ready and I'll start laying out his clothes, but first I want to start taking some pictures," Sally said.

"On it," Jennifer said walking into the bathroom that connected to Susan's room.

Sally returned when Jennifer did and took a couple of pictures with Steve naked. When she was finished Jennifer began scrubbing the young man with a baby bath scented pan of warm water.

"When you're done there grab the dress, oh and that slip hanging next to it and then see if Susan's shoes really do fit. They actually should," Dr. Brooks said as she moved to the pink diaper stacker and tugged one of Susan's night time diapers free. Those too had been made for Susan.

"You want to use one of the slips as well," Jennifer asked as she lifted the skirt of the dress they were talking about.

"One of the rules growing up. Grandma always made us girls wear a slip when we wore dresses," Sally said.

The mood was festive as Jennifer returned Steve's bath water to the bathroom before sliding the closet door open. She lifted the pink dress she'd given Susan for her birthday. The slip followed. It really was an adorable set and, best of all there were panties. An adorable pink chiffon dress over an underskirt of taffeta with loads of lace and ribbon trims. The perfect little girl's dress.

"This dress might be too short," Jennifer said holding the slip and dress together but with an outstretched hand as she sized them with her eyes.

"Too short? And your point is," Dr. Brooks said laughing as she rolled the boy by the hip before laying the diaper under him. With Steve still on his side she added a doubler over the diaper and set it in place.

"Definitely going to need the ruffled panties," Jennifer said laughing as she hung the dress and slip on the edge of the crib. She removed the slip from it's hanger and draped it on the crib's edge before going to the dresser for Susan's ruffled baby pants.

Jennifer laid the ruffled baby pants down for Sally then headed for the closet. The diaper Sally was fitting over the boy clearly fit as she twisted open the baby powder. She closed the double thick diaper with one of two pink diaper pins. The diaper pins were decorated with bunnies where the pins locked.

Jennifer returned from the closet with the Mary Jane shoes and moved to the boy's feet to try one. Dr. Brooks stopped for a second to give Jennifer that moment to test the shoes as she lifted the boy's foot.

"I'll be darned. Slightly bigger but only a little wider size wise, otherwise they fit," Jennifer said as she sat the shoes on the rocking chair to fetch a pair of lace socks.

The process of dressing Steve in Susan's clothes, started shortly after he was caught, continues...   Primate - Part Two By Mary Beth Sanford

 

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****Part 2****

"We can do those shoes last," Dr. Brooks said as she went back to diapering the boy. Most of the time Susan wore disposables when she was in the house, but at night Dr. Brooks kept her in a thicker cloth diaper, soaker and plastic pants.

Steve now wore that cloth diaper and soaker clipped closed with two very cute pink bunny diaper pins.

Dr. Brooks, right after getting Susan, wanted to break her of wearing clothes, but Susan threw fits when she was naked. Too many years wearing clothes at the circus had left her too use to them. Susan happily gave in and began treating Susan just as she would a little girl. Albeit a very large little girl which was the reason Susan's diapers so easily fit the young man.

"Isn't that soaker going to be a bit much," Jennifer asked.

"Absolutely not. I want him to know, the instant he tries moving his legs, what it is he's wearing," Sally noted. She wanted the boy to know he was wearing a diaper even if his dress hid it. Although she just might change him as well before she called the police, she mused.

The diaper was closed around the boy after Dr. Brooks sprinkled way too much baby powder on him. Susan's night time diapers were thick and with the soaker doubly so, and that suited Dr. Brooks just fine. She smiled looking down at the fluffy mound now covering the boy's genitals. Those two pink diaper pins a sharp contrast to the pure white cotton.

"He looks so damn cute," Jennifer said admiring the angelic face as she added, "Tiny for a young man already in college, and that diaper seems to suit him, doesn't it?"

"It does," Sally said as she fussed with the waist of the diaper a bit longer.

Dr. Brooks grabbed the camera and snapped a picture of Steve wearing just his diaper. She paused as if thinking and then moved over to the dresser. Sally eased the pink pacifier between Steve's lips then took another shot as Jennifer snickered.

"He's holding the pacifier," Jennifer noted.

"We never really lose the urge to suckle," Sally said as she added, "now for his little baby panties."

"Here," Jennifer said happily as she handed Dr. Brooks the pink almost opaque plastic panties. Next to those, the matching panties with ruffles for the dress. Susan was as much a little girl as any little girl and seem to delight in pretty things, and she loved playing with the ruffles she wore. Most experts will tell you that chimpanzees are very intelligent and besides being very loving they have nearly the intellect of a toddler.

Susan, as it happened, at two years of age, loved her frilly clothes. It was why Jennifer had purchased the dress and ruffled panties Dr. Brooks was just beginning to slip over the feet of the boy to cover the pink plastic pair. Jennifer went to the other side of the changing table and gave Dr. Brooks a hand.

"Cute! Very cute," Jennifer said as they worked the panties to the boy's diaper and slid them in place. Those panties were taffeta with a layer of chiffon over the shimmering layer of satiny pink. The ruffled soft lace was attached to the chiffon. Inside of the ruffled panties was now a layer of soft plastic that lightly crinkled. They were adorably cute panties as Sally teased the bow at the back.

"Very, very cute," Dr. Brooks said with a pat over the boys silky baby pants. She stood back, laughed and picked the camera up again.

"Help me turn him over on his stomach so I can get a picture of his ruffled bottom," Sally said as she moved to Steve's shoulders. They eased him over so his puffy bottom was facing them. Sally fluffed the ruffles on Steve's panties so they puffed a bit more before snapping a couple more pictures. She replaced Steve's pacifier after they rolled him back.

Sally eased him into a sitting position as Jennifer took up the slip. Jennifer moved to the boy's head and shoulders to help sit the boy up. Together they had the slip on him in no time. More taffeta, organdy and lace before Sally took more pictures. Jennifer held Steve in a sitting position while Sally started to unbutton Susan's pink dress.

The slips and dresses for Susan were actually custom made by a woman that often volunteered at the clinic as she was that night. Jennifer had paid for the material after finding a picture of the dress she liked. Susan looked so adorable in it. This boy was beginning to look just as adorable.

The dress was also designed, as cleaver as Susan was, so she couldn't take the dress off. Tiny bottoms and a series of little satin flaps that buttoned as well made sure of that. The boy would have just as much trouble as Susan often had.

The boy was taller than Susan by a foot given the length of the changing table, but Susan's chimpanzee chest made the dress fit easily around the boy's chest. It was such a pretty dress. Little girl pink with a short bodice and puffy sleeves in the same chiffon that covered the taffeta skirts of Susan's slips and dress. Jennifer was closing those buttons as Dr. Brooks held Steve steady.

Susan rarely wore shoes because her feet were actually a lot like her hands but they made her look almost human when she wore her shoes. They had been a gift from a woman who donated ten thousand dollars to the clinic and two pair of those custom shoes designed to look very little girlish. Black patent leather with a single strap as Susan began gathering a lacy sock.

When the clinic needed funds they would often dress Susan for the fund raiser. The more that Susan looked like a human little girl than the chimpanzee she was, the more people with the money thought of them as cute as children. The more human Susan looked, the more money they got for the clinic. That minor bit of a tug on the hearts of those donating always made the checks a little bit bigger. Dr. Brooks hated parading Susan around like that, but it worked. It was working now Susan noted.

"Wonder how much we'd get at a fund raiser if we had this young man walking around the room with Susan," Dr. Brooks said as she slipped the lace socks over his feet.

"Not sure it would increase the donations much, but it would certainly lighten up the party. So what are we going to do with him now that he's dressed," Jennifer said as she watched Dr. Brooks close the straps on the boy's Mary Jane shoes. They were still a little loose but that was ok because he wasn't going to be using them much.

"Let's get him into Susan's crib for some more pictures. I'm going to put his stuff in a bag and hide it in the garage," Dr. Brooks said and added, "after I get a few more pictures of him as he is now we'll move him to the living room."

"I mean what do you plan after that," Jennifer said. The image of the boy in his girlish attire was definitely having an impact on her. She felt like one of those women that dominated men suddenly and she liked the feeling it was giving her.

"When he wakes," Sally asked.

"Yes," Jennifer added,

"I thought I'd spend at least a couple of hours taking him down a couple of notches. A baby's bottle of juice perhaps. Some baby food, maybe give him time to play with some of Susan's toys. Pictures, of course, lots of them, then cut him loose with a promise that if I read about any more break-ins we turn those pictures over to the police," Dr. Sally Brooks said.

"You're not going to turn him in," Jennifer asked.

"I've thought about it. We should I suppose, but then again, what good would that do," Sally said.

"True enough I guess," Jennifer noted.

"Besides, this is definitely going to be punishment enough," Sally said.

"Works for me," Jennifer said as she imagined the boy sitting there in front of her. Sitting there eating his baby food or playing would be wonderful. She often played with Susan and the thought of playing with this young man as if he was a baby girl was really turning Jennifer on.

"Mittens," Sally said suddenly.

"Mittens," Jennifer asked.

"Those fingerless mittens we sometimes use for Susan. Hold on and let me get him into those as well. It's going to make it even more difficult to rid himself of what he's wearing," Sally said.

"Can I be the one to feed him," Jennifer asked.

"Sure," Sally said and added, "when the time comes."

They eased him into the crib, fluffed his dress, pulled the cribs side up and took a few pictures of him dozing. They surrounded him with cuddly stuffed animals, added two clipped hair bows to his hair, then the mittens and took a few more shots before Dr. Brooks was finally satisfied.

Dr. Brooks lifted the boy easily as Jennifer grabbed one of Susan's baby blankets. They set him in the middle of the family room on the pink blanket and added a few of Susan's stuffed animals. Sally called Susan's stuffed animals her fluffs. Susan was very motherly with her fluffs.

Dr. Brooks took a half dozen more pictures with Jennifer in some of them holding John in a sitting position. Jennifer was promised a full set and Jennifer very much wanted those pictures. She suddenly had a couple of ideas of her own when this was over.

Meanwhile there was at least a couple of hours left before he'd wake and that gave Dr. Books the opportunity to go to the clinic. Susan's operation, while minor, needed to be done. Sally would be back near or just after the boy woke. Sally hated giving Susan shots because Susan hated them which was the original purpose of Susan's bottle. It made Sally even more angry now that she had to give Susan that shot.

Jennifer happily agreed to "baby sit" the young man as she sat down next to the sleeping form. His dress neatly laying over his slips in a very sweet mound left just a hint of the padding from his diaper. Jennifer's hand went there first. She touched him gently between the thighs before sliding her hand to the diapers front as she said to the sleeping form, "you are so cute."

Susan's operation wasn't life threatening but Dr. Brooks wanted to remove some old scaring before Susan got to be too old. Jennifer, alone, took time to fix the original bottle that held the milk with juice and this time no tranquilizer for the boy.

Susan's operation wasn't finished by the time the boy started to move. Jennifer had a full set of pictures printed off the photo finish printer Sally had docked before moving to the clinic. There was another set already hidden. That first set would be for the boy's benefit.

Steve was on his back when he coughed, and moved. He knew he was on his back and remembered he'd been sitting before. He grew scared as he realized he'd fallen asleep. More scared when he saw the woman's face and that changed to a full panic when he raised his head and saw his feet and the dress he was wearing. Steve started to get up on an elbow but fell back, his head spinning. Jennifer's hand on his chest made it clear he was to remain the way he was.

"You don't want to move just yet," Jennifer said.

"What did you do to me," Steve said.

"Never mind what we did, and just listen to me for a second. You've been tranquilized. When you drank the milk from that baby bottle it was laced with a tranquilizer for a chimpanzee. You've been out for a few hours," Jennifer said as she dialed the clinic on the remote phone she held.

"Tranquilizer," Steve mumbled as he began to remember the baby's bottle of milk.

"Hi! He's coming around!" Jennifer said. Dr. Brooks said she'd be right up and was, just as Steve lifted his head a couple of inches.

"His name is Steve," Jennifer confirmed when Dr. Brooks came into the family room.

Steve was obviously beside himself Dr. Brooks noted - happily.

"Steve! I'm going to lay this out for you as you spend a couple of minutes discovering what you are wearing. It's not a dream which I'm guessing was your first thought and yes, if you haven't noticed already, you are wearing a baby's diaper and ruffled panties under your pretty little dress and slips," Dr. Brooks said looming over the boy.

The look on his face was priceless Sally noted.

"Why," Steve asked. He already knew he was wearing a diaper when he brought his legs almost together. He hadn't been able to close them and the puffiness had been pushing against his thighs. He also couldn't help notice the fingerless mittens he now wore.

"Why? Silly question," Sally said.

The look on his face was very readable as he looked at his hands. Confusion first, then that shocked awareness which changed to panic as he began to realize what had happened.

"Where are my clothes," Steve said in anger.

"Easy with that tone young man, or I just might dial the police right now. Might be interesting when they walk in and see you like this," Sally said and added, "might be even more interesting when they drive you off to be booked. Even better if the press has scanners and gets here for your little coming out party."

"But you dressed me like this," Steve said with that foggy haze still pushing at his consciousness. He wouldn't like the police, or anyone for that matter to see him like this, but it wasn't his fault.

"Of course I did, but I just might tell the police that you'd broken in and dressed yourself. Perhaps it was some kind of fetish thing or something," Dr. Brooks said watching the terror sweep over the boy's face as he conjured up the images from Dr. Brooks threat. Police, press, that was scary. The police believing he dressed himself even scarier.

"I didn't dress myself," Steve said and added, "and I definitely didn't tie these mittens on.

"We did the mittens after we caught you in Susan's dress. Now who they going to believe," Dr. Brooks asked.

"That's not fair," Steve said as he realized how lame his version sounded.

"Fair? Trust me, this is a lot more fair than what you've been doing. To me and those others you've scared breaking into their houses," Dr. Brooks noted.

"Want to see some pictures," Jennifer said as she held up the first one of Steve naked, then the one of him in his diaper.

"I wasn't going to take anything. I never do. It's just a prank. I break in and leave the notes and that's it," Steve said hoping to change the risk of that call to the police as he added, "please, I'll never do that again!"

"We know that. I'm Dr. Brooks, Sally Brooks, the owner by the way, and this is my assistant Jennifer," Dr. Brooks said as Jennifer smiled, nodded and asked, "so, you're a college student?"

"Freshmen at Sanders," Steve said softly. He had eased himself into a slightly dizzy sitting position and sitting up was fully aware of what he was wearing and where he was. He was in a steady state of panic at the moment as he added, "are you going to call the police?"

"Doesn't look like we'll need to if you cooperate. Jennifer here is going to baby sit you for another hour or so I've got to get back to the clinic. That tranquilizer was intended for a primate that was at least twenty pounds heavier than you. I don't want you leaving until it's completely out of your system," Dr. Brooks said.

"How long will that take," Steve asked.

"Another twelve hours at least. Twenty four would be better, but don't panic, I've got plenty of diapers," Sally said smiling.

"Then what," Steve asked ignoring the comment.

"Then what? Honey, we've got pictures, your license and your student ID. We're going to take a few more pictures while you eat something and have another baby bottle of juice. After that I'll give you your clothes back and you can change. However, if I see one word about a break in that fits the ones you've been doing I'll call the police and hand over that note you were going to leave, your identification and those pictures. Understood," Dr. Brooks asked.

"Yes," Steve said.

"Yes ma'am," Sally noted.

"Yes ma'am," Steve said.

"So you understand what it's going to take to keep your pictures out of the newspapers and tabloids then," Sally asked.

"Yes ma'am. I'm never going to do this again. Honest," Steve said.

He meant it. If he could get past this, that was the end of it, and he'd tell the guys at the fraternity that very thing. He wouldn't tell them all of it, obviously, but he would tell them about his capture and near escape.

"OK. My little girl Susan is in recovery so I'm going to be gone for another hour. Don't do anything rash, and don't forget we've got those pictures, your backpack with your wallet and of course your clothes. When I get back I'll consider letting you change. Understood," Dr. Brooks said.

"Yes ma'am," Steve said watching the large woman walk into the kitchen. A moment later he heard the door slam shut. Steve looked at Jennifer. He didn't like the smile on her face.

"Hungry," Jennifer asked.

"No," Steve said.

"Well, I suspect you are since you've only had cake so far. Come into the kitchen and I'll feed you some baby food," Jennifer said standing over Steve. She extended both hands for Steve to grab hold of.

"I don't want baby food," Steve said.

"I know, but since you don't have much say in that, that's what you are getting understood," Jennifer said and added, "and put that pacifier back in your mouth."

"Yes ma'am." Steve said in utter despair as he stood with Jennifer's help. He used both gloved hands and slipped the pink pacifier between his lips. It was hanging on a satiny tether.

Jennifer extended her hand as a gesture for him to walk ahead of her. Steve, as he passed for the kitchen felt her hand against the back of the panties he wore and jumped ahead a little as he said, "hey, what are you doing?"

Getting caught and being made to do something is one thing. Getting asked to do something you wouldn't be caught dead doing - another.   Primate - Part Three By Mary Beth Sanford

 

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****Part 3****

"Just never you mind. I was fixing your dress and fluffing your sweet ruffled panties," Jennifer said smiling.

Steve felt humiliated over her saying "your dress" and the fact that she'd patted his ruffled panties and used the word sweet. His fingers, in the mittins and resting at his side went past the skirt by an inch or two which meant the dress didn't fully cover what he was wearing under it.

Jennifer meanwhile felt giddy, almost woozy herself. Just touching those cute rufted panties over the soft plastic pantes and the diaper they covered, while pretending to be fixing his slip, had been enough to bring on a sense of excitement. She didn't want this to end. It wasn't going to end she decided as she watched his skirts flip back and forth in front of her.

The high chair, custom made by the guy that had fashioned the crib and changing table, was a little wider than a normal high chair and sat lower than average. Jennifer eased the tray off before having Steve sit in it. Jennifer fussed with Steve's dress, pressing it against the petticoats, then replaced the tray before moving to the cabinet for a toddler's size jar of baby pudding. Butterscotch, she decided.

"Hello," Nancy's voice said at the back door.

"I'm in here in the kitchen," Jennifer answered as she unsnapped Susan's bib hanging on the back of the high chair to put on Steve. It was a pink terry backed plastic bib with 'My Little Princess' done in script. A perfect addition, Jennifer noted just as Nancy came in.

"Sally said I could come up and meet our newest little baby girl," Nancy said walking into the kitchen. She stopped dead in her tracks at the image before her as Jennifer was fitting the bib around Steve's neck. "Oh my heaven's, he's adorable."

"This is Steve. Say hi to Nancy, Steve," Jennifer said as she snapped the bib closed.

"Hi," Steve said softly not looking at either of the women. He had taken the pacifier from his mouth with both hands to talk and slipped it back in when he finished.

"You are so cute," Nancy said moving closer before bending down a little to look under the tray of the high chair as she added, "very cute."

"Isn't he though," Jennifer said and added, "I was just going to feed him. Want to get him his bottle? We're out of milk so use juice to fill it."

"I'd love to," Nancy said as Jennifer went to a drawer and took up one of Susan's baby spoons. Jennifer sat, twisted the baby food jar open and spooned Steve's first bite from it. Steve took the pacifier from his mouth and accepted the spoon of pudding.

"Here, finish feeding him while I go get the camera," Jennifer said as she stood and handed the spoon to Nancy.

"It would be my pleasure," Nancy said sitting on the same chair Jennifer had occupied. Steve was given another bite of pudding, then another. Nancy, as if feeding a real baby, used the spoon to wipe his lower lip although he didn't need it.

"Does my little baby girl like her pudding," Nancy said spooning another bite into Steve's mouth.

Steven didn't answer.

"You've got to answer her Steve," Jennifer said coming back into the kitchen with the camera.

"OK, OK, yes, fine, wonderful," Steve said softly.

"Yes what," Jennifer said.

"Yes ma'am," Steve said in frustration.

"Where's the bonnet," Nancy asked. "This dress, when I made it, had a bonnet?"

"Oh gosh, I'd forgotten about the bonnet! Susan won't wear it," Jennifer said sitting the camera on the table, "be right back."

"I spent as much time on that bonnet as I did on those panties he's wearing," Nancy said as she admired how well the clothing she'd made for Susan fit the boy she was feeding.

"Here we go," Jennifer said from behind Steve a couple of minutes later. The bonnet, pink taffeta satin with several layers of chiffon ruffles to frame his face, did so as Jennifer fitted him into it. Nancy sat the spoon down and tied the bonnet closed under Steve's chin.

"Better! Much better," Nancy said as she fused with the pink satiny bow under Steve's chin.

"Much better is right," Jennifer said as she moved in with the camera. Nancy leaned sideways a little so Jennifer could get a good shot of Steve straight on at eye level. Nancy picked up the pacifier and eased it back into Steve's mouth when Jennifer said she wanted pictures of him nursing.

"Adorable," Nancy said as she removed the pacifier and began feeding Steve the rest of his pudding.

Steve in a growing state of agony didn't want the women to know he had to potty. It was uncomfortable when he woke and was growing worse. He knew they'd most likely make him use the diaper. Steve squeezed his legs together hoping they wouldn't notice.

"Does baby like her diaper," Jennifer asked when she caught the motion.

"I've got to go to the bathroom," Steve said realizing that Jennifer had seen the movement.

"Precious, you're wearing a diaper. Lots of diaper honey. Go ahead and mommy Jennifer will change you," Jennifer said.

"I can't," Steve said.

"You must precious," Jennifer said and laughed as she added, "actually, nature is funny that way so why don't you just try and hold it for as long as you can."

Steve, beyond a point of no return, gave in. It was difficult at first but Nature did take care of his inhibitions as he felt the diaper growing warmer.

"Is my little girl wet," Jennifer asked moving closer to Steve. She slipped her hand under the tray of his high chair placing it directly over Steve's baby pants and diaper.

"Is she wet," Nancy asked as she scraped the last of the pudding from the jar.

"She is. What a good girl," Jennifer said.

Steve blushed crimson as Nancy rose to let Jennifer remove the high chairs tray.

"Can I watch you change her," Nancy asked.

"Of course you can," Jennifer said taking Steve's hand as she added, "you can help if you like."

"No," Steve said.

"Don't be silly, we've got to change you, otherwise you'll get a rash," Jennifer said taking Steve's hand before adding, "and besides, if we do call the police I think it would be better if you were dry when they take you in."

"You said you wouldn't call them," Steve pleaded.

"Then be a good baby girl and let us change your diaper," Jennifer said.

Steve's humiliation had grown worse walking back into that nursery when Jennifer patted the changing table. Nancy had held the dress up at the back so when Steve laid down it was out of the way of his panties and diaper.

Jennifer moved the rest of his skirts and slips so they rested near his chin. Steve had the image of being inside of a flower as the slips flowed around him. She had him hold the girlish layers himself.

Steve, laying on his back with layers of fluff hiding what was happening kept his focus on the lace of the slips near his face as the two women moved to either side of him.

"My little girl needs a fresh diaper doesn't she," Jennifer said just as Nancy eased the baby bottle she carried in with her, to Steve's mouth. Steve didn't answer as he felt the panties being tugged down. The warm diaper cooled slightly when he was exposed and grew cooler still as Jennifer fused with the two diaper pins. The cool juice began trickling out of the soft rubber nipple and Steve had to swallow.

"Lift your bottom sweetheart," Jennifer said as she tugged the diaper open. Steve did as he was told and felt the diaper tugged out from under him.

Jennifer used two large baby wipes and way too much time cleaning Steve. He knew she was doing it on purpose and his reaction was not his doing as Jennifer snickered.

"Baby likes that doesn't she," Jennifer said as she brought the baby wipe to Steve's erection.

She added insult to injury with the baby lotion stroking Steve just enough before stopping to leave him in an agonizing and humiliating state. She did the same with the baby powder spreading way too much over him before massaging it in.

Steve caught sight of the diaper, then the soaker before it disappeared beyond his vision. He lifted his bottom again, by command, and held it there while Jennifer fixed the soaker within the diaper. Jennifer handed Nancy the two diaper pins as they switched places, and it was Nancy that tugged the diaper and soaker between Steven's thighs. Nancy too took several opportunities to play over the front of Steve's diaper as Jennifer kept the baby bottle in place.

Nancy gathered the plastic panties, then the ruffled baby pants slipping them over Steve's Mary Jane shoes and along his legs before he arched again. The plastic panties and ruffled panties went over the thick diapers easily before Nancy gave Steve a few more gentle rubs. Steve could hardly stand it still nursing the baby bottle.

"Come on precious and let's get you one of Susan's dolls to hold. I want a picture of you standing with me," Jennifer said as she helped Steve sit up and then step off of the changing table. Jennifer fussed with Steve's skirts, then had him move to the large crib to stand there under Nancy's watch while Jennifer fetched the camera.

"Smile precious," Jennifer said as Nancy took the pictures. Nancy and Jennifer switched before taking another.

Dr. Brooks returned and insisted on a few more "appropriate" pictures. Several of those, after Jennifer asked, were of Steve and Jennifer together again. One of him sitting on her lap taking a pacifier but smiling. It was forced although that was OK. They took a couple more of Steve on the floor sitting on the baby blanket playing with the large 33 inch Play Pal doll that Steve had to diaper so she was dressed the same as him.

Steve was given his clothes at four in the afternoon of that following day. He'd wet again and was changed again. Finally Dr. Brooks decided he'd had enough. Dr. Brooks made copies of his license and student ID card and allowed him to dress in his clothes. Steve refused copies of the pictures and when it was OK to leave he was allowed to simply walk out.

Steve was back in his room with the door to his room closed by four thirty. He'd told the guys, in passing, that he'd nearly gotten caught and that was the last time he was going to do that sort of thing. He laid there with the image of getting pudding spoon fed to him by that woman Jennifer after she'd slipped a little girl's bib around his neck.

He shuddered remembering the baby's bottle on the couch with his head in Jennifer's lap before she insisted he was wet or should be. He wasn't, but by the time Jennifer returned with another diaper, wipes and baby powder he'd done what she asked. There were also those pictures and he hoped someday they'd just be a curious oddity with no name attached.

Unfortunately that wasn't going to happen, but he didn't know that, and nearly a month had gone by with no more contact with those three strange women and life pretty much went back to normal.

"Hey Steve! There's a lady to see you!" One of the guys yelled after a single knock on his room door. Steve moaned a little that he had to get up and dressed to see who it was. A lady didn't sound like something worthwhile as he opened his door and headed for the living room and front door.

Steve didn't recognize her because Jennifer had her hair fixed and was wearing a cute Sun dress. On the day Steve had seen her she was in jeans, tee shirt and ball cap.

"Hi?" Steve said with a pleasant sort of smile just in case it wasn't someone soliciting him for something.

"Hi Steve. Can we talk somewhere private?" Jennifer said.

"Sure, the porch ok?" Steve said with a light shrug.

"That will work." Jennifer said leaning back a little from the door to view the porch.

"So what can I do for you?" Steve said with no spark of recognition in his eyes. There was a hint of familiarity but he couldn't pin it down. He'd seen that woman before, but couldn't place her.

"Steve, I need your help. We need your help," Jennifer said in a pleading voice.

"My help? Who are you and how do you know me? And who is this we you're talking about," Steve asked confused.

"It's Susan. She's very depressed, and at first we thought it was companionship so we got another Chimp to play with her, but she's not interested in another primate. What we think, what Doctor Brooks thinks, and I agree, is that Susan needs someone more like her. More like she is now that is. Trouble is shes been around humans for so long we think it has to be another human," Jennifer said.

"Wait a second! It's YOU," Steve said stepping back a foot as if Jennifer was suddenly contagious as he added, "you're the one that did those things to me!"

"I'm afraid so. Look, for what it's worth we thought we did the right thing doing that to you. You've got to admit that it's a whole lot better than facing a half dozen breaking and entering charges and sooner or later you might have run into someone a whole lot worse than Sally and I. Right? Besides, we let you go, no strings other than keeping your nose clean,' Jennifer said smiling slightly.

"You made me wear diapers, and a dress and drink out of a baby bottle," Steve said.

"True. Funny thing about that, and it took a lot of courage on your part, you took it pretty well. That's why I'm here, we think you'd be perfect for Susan and I'd like you to consider helping us," Jennifer said.

"Helping you how," Steve asked trying to figure out what Jennifer's angle was as he folded his arms.

"This is going to sound way out there, but we're almost sure that Susan would be thrilled to have another little girl to play with, or at least someone that resembles a little girl. Someone at least that can resemble a little girl to a chimpanzee, and to be honest with you there is no one else we know that even comes close to that description," Jennifer said.

"Wait a second! Are you asking what I think your asking," Steve said with some amount of difficulty considering what came to mind.

"If it's you dressing up again, yes, that is exactly what I'm asking," Jennifer said.

"You've got to be kidding," Steve said looking pained.

"I wish I was and I wish I didn't have to be here asking this, but it's for Susan, not me, for Susan," Jennifer said.

"So get her a little girl to play with," Steve said with a wave of his hand and added, "and get out of my life."

"Wish we could, but that's not possible. First of all we're dealing with a chimpanzee who is relatively strong and putting a child in that sort of situation just wouldn't be prudent. We need an adult. Unfortunately there are no adults we know of that would fit into the same clothes Susan wears," Jennifer said.

"That's not my problem and it's not going to happen," Steve said.

"I wish you'd reconsider," Jennifer pleaded.

"Oh, I get it. Since I'm already on the hook for breaking into the doctor's house, and she's got all of those pictures, she thinks she can blackmail me into doing this right," Steve said in renewed anger.

"Actually no, that isn't it at all. First of all the doctor doesn't even know I'm here, secondly, I'm asking you, not telling you. Actually, I'm pleading with you if that helps, and just so you know, it would just be me, Nancy and Sally that would know you are doing this," Jennifer said.

"Who's Nancy," Steve asked.

"She's the woman that makes Susan's clothes. She was also the other woman there that night when we began putting you through your punishment," Jennifer noted.

"That's right! It was punishment. It was the most humiliating day of my life, but you guys knew that and did it anyway. So if I say no, what happens," Steve asked cautiously.

"What happens is I walk away and Susan, since there is nothing we can do in the short term, simply gets worse," Jennifer said as her eyes began to water.

"This isn't some kind of sick joke is it," Steve asked suddenly sympathetic to the woman standing before him although there was still a little anger.

"It's not a joke. I wish it was. I even wish I had the courage to come here today and threaten you to do this, but I can't. Steve Susan really needs you and all I can do is plead on her behalf, so I'm pleading," Jennifer said as a tear streamed down her cheek.

"This is insane," Steve said.

"It might seem so, but it's really not. Not when you consider that Susan wouldn't care that you don't do this most of the time or even like it. All she cares about is having someone to play with. Steve, is there anything that I can say or do that would convince you to do this," Jennifer said.

"NO! Definitely not," Steve said.

"Nothing at all," Jennifer said letting the tears flow freely.

So you're going to dress up like a little girl and play with a monkey! What's so bad about that?   Primate - Part four By Mary Beth Sanford

 

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****Part 4****

"NO! Damn it! I don't know? I mean this is all a little too far fetched if you ask me. There has got to be a girl my size that can do this and at least she would be a girl," Steve said trying to ignore the diaper part.

"There are girls your height but not your build. That's the odd part. Susan's things, because she is a chimpanzee, have been designed more or less in consideration of her chest. A chimp's chest is more proportional to a man's and that most of all is why Susan's dresses would fit," Jennifer said.

"Why is that Susan's dresses have to fit," Steve asked.

"Because they are the only adult sized little girl dresses that we know of," Jennifer said and added, "and with the exception of Susan, you really are the only other person that can wear them."

"I'm dreaming this," Steve said and added, "and it's starting to be a bad dream."

"Then leave it at that. I mean can't you just pretend you're still having that dream," Jennifer asked.

"Damn it," Steve said and added, "It's not fair."

"Please," Jennifer asked.

"So how would this work? And I'm not saying I'll do it either," Steve said as he mulled over that night.

It wasn't as nightmarish as he was making out. That was the odd thing about that night as he had made his way back to his room. He'd been scared, embarrassed and humiliated, big time, but there was other things about that night that wasn't so nightmarish. Things he still did dream about.

Steve was positive that Nancy, when she rubbed him over the panties, didn't know what she'd done and he'd held back all but a soft grunt when his orgasm came. Trouble was he had that orgasm and it had been powerful. Thankfully he'd wet the diaper laying in Jennifer's lap and the urine had hidden what he'd done earlier. Odd thing was he was still bringing himself to climax with those images.

"You meet us, that's Nancy and I, at the doctor's house and one of us, I hope it's me by the way, helps you dress. We'll use the nursery again. Once you're dressed, we get Sally to bring Susan up and sort of let nature take it's course. We think Susan will take to you almost immediately," Jennifer said.

"You hope it's you that dresses me? Why," Steve asked.

"I shouldn't have said that," Jennifer noted with a slight blush.

"But you did say it," Steve said.

"OK, truth," Jennifer said wiping her eyes lightly.

"Truth," Steve said.

"I enjoyed it a little and that's all I'm going to say about it - OK," Jennifer noted.

"You like humiliating men," Steve said.

"Nope, it wasn't like that at all, and I'm not saying anything else. Besides, this is about Susan," Jennifer said.

"OK, so it's about Susan then," Steve noted but was mulling over the comments made already.

"It's like I said, this is for Susan's sake," Jennifer noted.

"Same stuff as before," Steve asked.

"Same style dress if that's what you are asking and the other stuff would stay pretty much the same as far as matching," Jennifer said and added, "We'd have to get you something that Susan doesn't recognize but it would be pretty much the same as what you wore before. Susan has two pair of those strap shoes so you can wear the second pair."

"What about the, you know," Steve asked with an odd feeling growing inside.

"The baby stuff," Jennifer asked.

"The baby stuff," Steve asked feeling oddly giddy as he went back to that night. He was also thankful that his tee-shirt was outside of his jeans.

"That too would be pretty much the same. Kind of has to be," Jennifer said. There was a sudden blush to her face that Steve noticed immediately as she added, "although I promise that I won't be as forward as I was the last time I changed you."

"If I was to say yes to this there would have to be additional conditions," Steve said.

"Name them," Jennifer answered.

"Would this be the only time would might there be other times as well," Steve asked suddenly surprised that he was even asking such a thing.

"If it works, then I would hope for other times," Jennifer noted.

"Then each time I agee to do this it is only for a specific play date and a specified time. Another event or time would require my new agreement," Steve noted using a finger to count one.

"Agreed," Jennifer noted.

"Minimum wage beginning when I arrive and ending when I leave," Steve noted.

"Agreed," Jennifer answered.

"Everything has to take place within Dr. Brooks' house or the place where Susan is kept with no one present or knowing about my participation but you, Nancy and Sally unless I agree at the time," Steve noted.

"Agreed," Jennifer answered.

"No pictures or recordings of any kind unless I agree at the time," Steve noted.

"Agreed," Jennifer answered.

"And if I am wearing diapers I want guaranteed access to an adult toilet when I ask," Steve noted.

"Agreed," Jennifer answered.

"And nothing done to me that can't be undone quickly, unless I agree," Steve said and added, "you know, like plucking eyebrows or something like that."

"Agreed," Jennifer answered.

"And if I wish to end it, for any reason, it ends," Steve said.

"Agreed," Jennifer answered and asked, "and you agree to at least wear the baby clothes?"

The intensity of Steve's sudden erection surprised him as he remembered that baby oil and Jennifer's attention. What was making it so worse, as in better, was the way she was dressed now. She was a fox for want of a better word as Steve tried to imagine himself in that same position once again.

"Yes," Steve answered.

Jennifer, in spite of her own embarrassment realized what was happening as Steve's own face began to redden.

"OK, listen, because I will say this just once, and I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but I still have fantasies over that night. Good ones before you ask," Jennifer said smiling meekly.

"I'm not sure I'd go that far," Steve noted.

"How far would you be willing to go in defining that night," Jennifer asked.

"It was the weirdest night of my life," Steve said not daring to take on Jennifer's comments or add how he felt about it other than to add, "and what about that? Is there going to be any of that sexual innuendo? Or teasing?"

"No, absolutely not. Not this time. Like I said, this is about Susan," Jennifer said although Steve had the sudden feeling Jennifer wasn't being truthful.

"You realize this really is insane," Steve said desperate suddenly to say yes and not altogether clear as to why.

"I realize it might seem so, but not if you understand how we feel about Susan. We're desperate to save her and I honestly think you're the only one that can do that," Jennifer said and added, "please Steve, please do this for her."

"And no one else knows," Steve said and added, "and no pictures, right?"

"No one with the exceptions I've already noted, and no pictures," Jennifer said.

"How long and how often," Steve asked.

"A few hours, maybe once a week," Jennifer said and added, "to be honest with you we're not sure what it's going to take. Perhaps you could see yourself clear to try, say half a day on a Saturday and then maybe once or twice a week for a couple of hours."

"When would this start," Steve asked.

"Soon as we get you your outfit. That would be up to Nancy, but for Susan's sake, I think she'd work night and day," Jennifer said and asked, "Steve, don't agree to do this, and not go through with it. I mean if you're thinking of just playing us, I'd rather you didn't. We don't have the time."

"I'm not playing you, just trying to wrap my head around this. You've got to admit this has got to be the oddest request a guy ever got," Steve said softening a little. Clearly Jennifer wasn't the ogre he'd imagined, and the notion or some of the notions of this were driving him nuts.

"Please Steve, I'm serious," Jennifer said.

"I know. OK, look, I'm not going to say I'm all that excited about doing this, but if it might help I guess I could at least try, but you've also got to promise me this is real," Steve said realizing that if Jennifer was playing him there was nothing he could do about it other than to turn and walk away right then and there. Trouble was he couldn't.

"I'm not playing you, and I'll swear to that," Jennifer said.

"So now what," Steve asked.

"I call Nancy. The next part would be up to her," Jennifer said as she fished for her cell phone. She flipped it open and asked, "so do I make the call?"

"Make the call," Steve said and Susan punched the numbers in.

He stood there nodding a couple of times at guys coming and going. Jennifer was a fox no doubt of that as Jennifer said, "Hey, it's me. He said yes. I know, I know. What? Are you serious? Oh Nancy that's wonderful. Hold on a second."

"What," Steve asked.

"She's just finishing the outfit believe it or not. She wants to know if you'll be willing to come over now for a fitting," Jennifer said cupping the cell phone.

"She's finished it. I thought she needed time," Steve said getting suspicious suddenly.

"She would but she said she started the dress anyway, just in case you said yes," Jennifer said.

"Can't I wait till we got to the clinic," Steve said.

"And if it doesn't fit," Jennifer asked and added, "look, it's just a quick fitting. Nothing heavy duty, OK?"

"Fine," Steve said shivering a little and not from the cold. He was hoping Jennifer didn't see the goose bumps he had forming on his arms.

"Can you leave now," Jennifer asked with anticipation on her face.

"I guess so," Steve said.

"We're leaving now," Jennifer said into her cell phone before flipping it closed. Steve was standing there trying to figure out what he was doing and why when Jennifer suddenly moved right against him and hugged. It was a warm embrace and then she kissed him and that too was warm enough to have an impact, adding as she broke away, "thank you."

She was leading him to her car as Steve played over that brief interaction wondering how far that could be taken if he could find a way to take it further. He couldn't forget those torturous events that had somehow transformed themselves into something not so torturous over the past few weeks. His nightmares, as he called them, were not so nightmarish.

"What if she doesn't accept me, or for that matter doesn't like me," Steve asked as the world went by his window. The further they drove the closer he came to that day they'd played with him. It had been involuntary then, now he was driving straight for it.

"Trust me, she's going to accept you," Jennifer said sounding very sure of herself.

"Seriously, how can you know that," Steve asked.

"Because I do. Because I did and so did Nancy, and while I'm thinking about it, that also includes Dr. Brooks. We all accepted you that night. How could Susan not accept you," Jennifer said.

"You're not making sense. I mean that night wasn't exactly me doing something I wanted to do, nor you doing something you wanted to do. It was all meant to punish me, remember," Steve said.

"It was suppose to punish you, at least in the beginning, but that's just it, it didn't end up that way. Not for me and that's for sure, and in talking with Nancy later, after you left, she felt it as well. OK, obviously you're not going to admit this, but if I asked you if there was a moment, even just a few seconds when you sort of enjoyed it, would you even say so," Jennifer asked.

"You're kidding right," Steve asked now focusing on the traffic and not on Jennifer as he asked, "what would make you even consider such a notion?"

"Can I be honest and not risk upsetting you," Jennifer asked.

"I'll keep my end of the bargain," Steve said.

"Your sexual responses. It wasn't what you were saying so much as how you were responding. Honestly, I'm not trying to define you into some kind of weird stereotype, because I'm not even sure there is one, but the way you responded made me respond in a different way. By the time you had changed and was ready to go, I was wishing you were simply changing another dress to play some more," Jennifer said smiling mischievously.

"Now you are sounding weird," Steve said.

"So there wasn't a time, however short it might have been, when it was even a little exciting," Jennifer said taking a second to turn her head and look at Steve. His blush was an answer.

"I'm taking the fifth," Steve said realizing he couldn't answer. He didn't dare for fear he'd have to explain his answer and he wasn't sure he could as he added, "so what was it about that night that turned you on?"

In a way it was kind of like what some call Brat Play, which is a subset of Age Play. I guess what I found intriguing was the notion of it as BDSM. You know, BDSM as in dominance and submissive. Obviously I was the dominate and just as obvious you were the submissive and while the outfit helped a lot, it was the things we did that made it so incredibly erotic for me," Jennifer said.

"Brat Play," Steve asked.

"Do you know anything about Age Play," Jennifer asked.

"Not really," Steve asked.

"It's more or less adults role playing together with one playing the child, while the other plays the adult. Some do it for psychological reasons, some for the domination and sexual stimulation," Jennifer said.

"I take it you've done this sort of thing before," Steve asked.

"Not to the level that I went to that night. Not even close actually, but yes, I've been able to realize myself a dominate to a submissive on more than a few occasions," Jennifer said.

"Like whips and chains," Steve asked.

"No. Not hardly. Not even close. At least not so far," Jennifer said snickering as she added, "no, it was mostly me taking charge a couple of times and leading my partner. Leading instead of doing what females are expected to do, like follow. I hate following."

"I got that impression," Steve said warming to this odd woman sitting next to him as he added, "so you were telling me about this so called Brat Play."

"Right. OK, so Brat Play is when the adult playing the child plays a brat and actually puts up a verbal and/or physical resistance," Jennifer said.

"Like I was that night," Steve said realizing that, like it or not, he might very well have been involved in some kind of fantasy play.

"Exactly," Jennifer said and added, "that's what made me think of it. You were resisting, you know, being bratty, but even while you were resisting there was that sexual response as well and the whole thing was tearing me every which way but loose.

"And that turned you on," Steve said smiling sheepishly.

"No need to admit otherwise, yes, it turned me on," Jennifer said.

"Which also means that since I'm doing this voluntarily all of a sudden, it's no longer going to be a turn-on for you," Steve asked smiling mischievously.

"Oh, I see where this is going, and are you sure you want to continue this conversation? Honestly Steve, I don't want to say anything that is going to upset you or put in jeopardy what we are doing for Susan's sake," Jennifer said sounding suddenly serious.

"Look, you've got to admit this is going to be one very weird day for me. Weirder say than even that night was. Truth is I don't know why I even said yes. Oh sure, it's for Susan's sake and that's safe enough as a reason, but the truth is I'm not sure. Which might mean I'm actually afraid to admit why I even said yes to this. Look, I guess what I'm saying is, it would be a whole lot better knowing I wasn't the only one feeling the way I'm feeling about this. If that makes sense," Steve said feeling incredibly vulnerable all of a sudden.

Jennifer was silent but she took the time to look at Steve a couple of times trying to read his face as she continued making her way to Nancy's place.

"Would it help if I told you that most of my nights have been spent fantasizing about you and that night," Jennifer asked looking very sincere when Steve looked at her.

"It would help a lot," Steve said feeling that constant arousal, since they'd left, growing suddenly painful. He was thankful again his tee-shirt wasn't tucked into his pants but worried that the conversation and his imagination was going to create problems.

"This is becoming increasingly interesting," Jennifer said as she added, "so if I was to ask you to do this for my sake, after you did this for Susan's sake, how would you answer?"

"I guess I would want to know if it would work for you like it's suppose to work for Susan," Steve asked.

"That's easy enough to answer - Yes," Jennifer said and added, "and while I would love to take this to the next level, it's too late. We're here."

"Thank the stars," Steve said as Jennifer pulled onto two narrow strips of concrete that obviously was once used for carriages since the large Victorian dated back to those days as Steve asked, "Nancy makes enough from being a seamstress to afford this?"

"Costumer," Jennifer said.

"Costumer," Steve asked.

"As in costume designer. She's more designer than seamstress. She's done a number of movies, plays and private designs. She has designed fashions, including her own. She has a line she sells through several retail chains. She really is quite good," Jennifer said.

"So I've noticed," Steve said wondering what sort of dress to expect.

"So we've been forgiven," Nancy asked of Steve after hugging Jennifer and him.

"Depends," Steve said smiling uncomfortably.

"Depends," Nancy said.

"He says he's not going to wear just any old thing, it's got to be special," Jennifer said.

"No I didn't," Steve said blushing as he turned to Jennifer.

"Well, in either case, it's most definitely not just any old thing. Susan loves frills and she is going to just love the dress your going to be wearing," Nancy said.

"Oh," Steve said as Nancy began walking down the spacious hall. The hardwood floors, covered occasionally with oval rugs had been refinished, clearly, and just as clearly original. If not original they looked it. The house looked as if it had just been built but every bit of it spoke with decades of history.

"Steve, would you mind taking a shower first. I've got two kinds of soap you can use," Nancy said.

"Shower? I thought this was just a fitting," Steve asked and added, "and I'd just showered before Jennifer arrived."

"It's not that. It's your scent. We need to eliminate as much of it as we can before we dress you," Nancy said and added, "it's Susan's sense of smell. We've got to hide the male, as much as is possible, from her keen sense of smell. If you dress without taking that shower first you'll leave some of your scent on the clothes."

"Oh. OK, I guess I can do that," Steve said.

"You'll be changing in one of my guest rooms and I've got the bathroom all ready for you. Jennifer, honey, tell me you've been wearing his diapers," Nancy asked.

"I have, and I'll be glad to get back into panties," Jennifer said as they entered a very Victorian room with a connecting bath. On a large wardrobe, a very expensive hand carved wardrobe, hung the dress and behind it the slip. The Mary Jane shoes were neatly sitting below with a pair of lacy socks.

"You're wearing a diaper," Steve asked shocked enough to spin around to face Jennifer who was beet red at the moment.

"As it happens, yes. Your diapers actually. The same ones you'll be wearing. Again, it's for the scent," Jennifer said as she gathered the skirt of her sun dress till she exposed the soft pink baby pants and diapers.

"OK, when I said this would be the second weirdest day of my life, I guess I should change that to be all in capitals," Steve said.

"Shower," Jennifer said frowning as she began fusing with the diaper pin on the right side before adding, "we're all doing our part for Susan's sake.

"Right, shower," Steve said moving to the bathroom, but not before he took another glance at Jennifer unhooking the diaper pin. His heart was racing as he entered the bathroom and not sure it was because Jennifer had been wearing diapers and plastic panties but the same ones he'd be wearing.

"I've put two new razors on the soap tray. One for your legs, the other for your face. Use the bar of soap first then the liquid soap after that," Nancy said as she showed Steve what she was talking about. On the spacious counter sat baby powder and something small and pretty that turned out to be a feminine spray bottle of Lov's Baby Soft perfume.

"I'm shaving my legs," Steve asked.

"If it's OK," Nancy asked and added, "if not, then I'm hoping Susan won't notice that kind of detail."

"Remember, I don't have to do anything that is long term and shaving my legs would be long term," Steve noted.

"True and if you don't want to that's OK. To be honest with you, I sort of like the notion of you having smooth legs," Jennifer said.

"Right! OK, so I'm shaving my legs," he said as he watched Nancy start the water. She tested it first, then twisted the ornate knob that controlled the shower. The shower head and plumbing was outside of the wall with the shower curtain floating around the tub in an oval on another chrome fixture.

Some will say it's the destination, others will argue it's the trip.   Primate - Part 5 By Mary Beth Sanford

 

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****Part 5****

"I would think primates wouldn't mind hair given they are completely covered in it," Steve said testing his uneasiness over shaving his legs.

"I'm sure that would be the case if you were another primate, but Susan, in fact, is going to be seeing what she thinks is a little girl, or another female and most of her experiences with humans has been with females, and females are smooth," Nancy said before adding, "and like I said, I like the idea. However if you'd rather not, we can work around it with a pair of pantyhose."

"I'll shave," Steve said.

"I'm in love," Jennifer said a second after the shower curtain was pulled around the tub as Nancy closed the bathroom door.

"To be perfectly honest with you I wasn't sure you'd be able to pull this off," Nancy said.

"I know. Neither was I, but the best part, and my next question is, can I pay you for his outfit so I can take it with us when we leave the clinic," Jennifer asked.

"Honey, I didn't make those things for the money, and of course you can take them with you. Which makes me intensely curious to ask why," Nancy said.

"I think, no make that I'm pretty sure, that he might just be into this a little. At least he's hinted at it," Jennifer said and added, "and if that's the case I want to play a little."

"What? Are you telling me we dressed up a cross dresser that night," Nancy said.

"No. What I think is we've fostered the notion of cross dressing and a little Age Play besides. He's expressed at least a hint that he might try playing the way we played that night," Jennifer said.

"Can I watch," Nancy asked.

"Good heavens no," Jennifer said.

"Bummer. I never have any fun," Nancy said faking her disappointment as she paused and added, "unless you come back here to change, that is. You know, you can be my guest for the evening both of you. You're going to need to change him here anyway? Right?"

"I suppose we could do that, but I don't want you doing anything that is going to scare him off or make him change his mind," Jennifer said with a wry look on her face.

"Deal," Nancy said happily as she added, "by the way does he know he's going to the clinic already dressed?"

"No. I didn't want to scare him any more than I had to," Jennifer said.

"So how are you going to tell him," Nancy asked.

"Last minute, after he's dressed. Besides, the van has tinted windows, and perhaps if I promised to sit at the back with him," Jennifer said smiling wickedly.

"I'll go make tea," Nancy said fanning her face with her hand.

Steve meanwhile was looking at the feminine razor admiring first how large it was before he pressed the foaming soap that held the image of a woman doing exactly what he was about to do. The act of shaving his legs was unnerving and doubly so given the reason. He couldn't get the image of that dress out of his head.

It was pink, a soft pastel pink, shimmering in different ways suggesting more than one layer which made him smile with a touch of irony to his thoughts considering there was a slip to be worn with it and it sure didn't look as if it needed those layers of slips.

"So tell me about his dress," Jennifer said rubbing her arms against the goose bumps that had formed.

"The ultimate Fairy Princess dress if you ask me to describe it in a few words, although I'll keep that to myself," Nancy said.

"Thank you. He'll take off for the hills at the mention of fairy or princess," Jennifer said snickering.

"I know. Anyway, it brought tears to my eyes when it started coming together. Actually even before then because I took some minor design pieces from an adorable flower girl dress, some sweet notions from a couple of pageant dresses and a heavenly special occation baby dress I once made to bring this one to fruition. Even if I do say so myself, it's absolutely pure sugar and spice. The perfect first dress," Nancy said lifting the skirts.

"It's not his first dress, but it is definitely sugar and spice," Jennifer said.

"It's his first voluntary dress and when I started designing it, I actually began to wonder a little about cross dressers," Nancy said.

"Cross dressers? Now what made you think of them," Jennifer asked.

"Does a cross dresser cross dress because he's been cross dressed at some time or another or do they cross dress because they have a penchant for it," Nancy asked and added, "you know, nature verse nurture and then I got to thinking that it might not matter."

"Not matter," Jennifer said and added, "why?"

"Because even if he doesn't have a penchant for cross dressing, that little outfit is going to settle around him so delightfully that he's not going to be able to ignore it," Nancy said and added, "I guess I wanted him to have a little fun with this even if he hated it."

"I don't think he's going to hate it that much, not surrounded by that stuff and definitely not when I start playing with him," Jennifer said with that mischievous grin on her face again.

"So, here is what I've done. The bodice is a light satin with tiny pink crystals as accents to form those little hearts and butterflies. Under that satin is a slip grade nylon covered in organza. It's never going to stop moving over him which is intentional. Notice too the puffy sleeves and how much I've exaggerated the puffiness. Every time he moves his head his cheeks are going to brush against that same organza and lace," Nancy said moving her fingers under the sleeves.

"Excellent choices, and his skirts," Jennifer asked almost wishing she was still wearing the diaper.

"White taffeta satin against his legs, if he isn't wearing his slips, with an attached layer of gathered tulle netting for fullness. The underskirt is satin again and over that more gathered organza. Not only is it going to be soft and silky to the touch but noisy as well," Nancy said.

"Noisy? Is that wise," Jennifer wondered outloud.

"Might as well gather as much of his senses as we can, right," Nancy said.

"Got it," Jennifer said moving the layer of shimmering organza over the soft pink satin skirt. It rustled like dry leaves as she did so and said, "good idea."

"The pink flowers and ribbons and tiny bead faux pearls I've attached to the outside layer of organza and you'll appreciate it even more when it's in the sunlight. Here, let me turn it around," Nancy said turning the dress so the back showed.

"Oh how adorable," Jennifer said looking at the large wide bow that had already been tied. Two long steamers, as wide as the sash that circled the dress fell straight given it a very little girlish look.

"Exactly," Nancy said and added, "the bow snaps over the sash giving it a neatly tied look and you close it with three tiny fabric buttons. Tell me that isn't the most adorable little dress you've ever seen?"

"If it's not, it's right up there at the top," Jennifer said as he tugged at the slips.

"Ah yes, the quintessential undergarment for little girls and boys who dress like them. Very sweet and very full. More importantly it's age appropriate," Nancy said pulling the three gathered layers of slip out to the sides together.

"Age appropriate," Jennifer said.

"I've designed it to be just like a little girl's slip, so the bodice will lay softly and flat against his chest and allow his dress to swish over it," Nancy said and added, "and look at this! It's called twinkle organza. Can you imagine? I just loved the name. He's going to be dressing as a little fairy princess and I've used twinkle organza for his slip. I couldn't resist using that fabric for at least one layer."

"You might not want to mention that either," Jennifer said rubbing the fabric between her fingers.

"Not a word. But I just love it. Lots of fluffiness and it's going to make his dress very stunning. Not to mention full enough to give me, you, Sally and little Susan a good view of the ruffles across the seat of his panties. Speaking of which, let me show you those," Nancy said moving to the chair where they had been neatly placed. Over them was a perfectly shaped bonnet Jennifer only now noticed.

"You made him a bonnet," Jennifer said slightly surprised, picking up the soft pink confection made up of stiffened satin outside and softly gathered slipper satin inside. The bonnet itself was stiffened to hold it's shape, but the part framing the face would be layers of lace and circling the lace a one inch wide ribbon long enough to make a bow.

"Stop! I'm having trouble breathing," Jennifer noted as Nancy held the panties daintily by the waist band.

"Are these not the cutest things you've ever seen? I almost made me a pair just for the fun of it," Nancy noted as Jennifer sat the bonnet down to take the panties from her.

"I'm going to have to take a sedative or risk being charged with assault and ravishment," Jennifer said.

"Wait, they get better! Look, two layers with the first slipper satin and the second organza to match his dress. I call these rub-a-byes," Nancy said laughing.

"Rub-a-byes," Jennifer said.

"OK, I just made that up, but if you put him into these and rub them like a magic lantern, you know, one layer over the other, it's bye Mr. Macho," Nancy said.

"But he's going to be wearing a diaper and plastic panties under these," Jennifer said moving the organza layer over the satin.

"So, rub harder," Nancy said laughing.

"I can do that. Love the lace by the way," Jennifer said.

"Me too. I used the same lace around the legs as his bodice and the wider lace for his ruffles. Do you like the little bow," Nancy said fluffing the tiny pink bow set at the center of the top layer of lace.

"Nancy, I adore it. Seriously, I can't imagine adding anything else to these or his dress. You've really outdone yourself. I only hope he can manage getting into it," Jennifer said and added, "if you'll pardon that play on words."

"Well, if you're instincts are right, I'm guessing he's already into it. Funny thing is, until he mentioned Susan being so hairy, when I asked him to shave his legs, I didn't even consider that it most likely wouldn't matter," Nancy said and added, "and the fact that he agreed just blew me away."

"That's right, he did," Jennifer said looking pensive.

Meanwhile, Steve was running his hand over his legs in utter amazement over how they felt, feeling guilty that he enjoyed not only the smoothness but the act of shaving something other than his legs. More guilt hit him when he realized what he'd done. They hadn't told him to shave his chest either, and while there wasn't much, he suddenly wanted to be perfectly smooth.

"What am I doing here," Steve said under the noise of the shower. He knew the moment that he stepped out of the bathroom he'd be diapered and put into plastic panties, and most likely something frilly over those. There was that slip and dress besides. Not only that but he'd just shaved his legs and chest. How would he explain that to the guys if the guys found out?

"Shower just went off," Nancy said taking the panties from Jennifer to fold them back on the chair before walking to the door as she added, "I'll be in my studio. Oh, and I left the curlers in his wig. I'll comb it out last minute when he's already dressed."

"I forgot he's going to be wearing a wig this time," Jennifer said.

"Can't take him out looking like a boy, now can we? Besides, it's really going to be cute. Long tight ringlets and bangs. He's going to look like a little Shirley Temple want-to-be," Nancy said and added, "oh, and good luck."

Jennifer was alone in the room when the bathroom door opened. Steve, wrapped in the large pink towel around his waist cautiously opened the bathroom door wider peeking out tentatively and not sure why other than he was nervous as hell.

"It's OK," Jennifer said and added, "it's just you and me."

"I guess I'm a little nervous," Steve said.

"Of course you are. For that matter so am I," Jennifer said.

"But your not the one about to wear that stuff," Steve said looking at the bed already set with the diaper sitting over a changing pad, then the dress and slip.

"I know and I've got an idea. It's kind of unusual, request wise, so please be tolerant," Jennifer said.

"OK," Steve said not sure what to anticipate.

"Not knowing your type, or if I'm even close, first, tell me if I'd be worthy as a date," Jennifer asked.

"A date," Steve repeated.

"A date. Would I be worthy of dating you. Put another way, am I a girl you could date if you had the opportunity," Jennifer said.

"Yes. I mean sure," Steve said feeling his heart pump even faster if that was possible. In looks she was a ten, at least.

"Would we have sex," Jennifer asked.

"Sex? OK, I guess the answer is yes," Steve said as his mouth started going dry.

"Excellent. So assume we've just starting dating, it's our first date. The question is, how long would it be before you made your first move," Jennifer asked.

"Wow, I'm not sure? Maybe the second or third I guess. If the signals were there, hopefully, then maybe on the first date," Steve said wondering if Jennifer could see what she was doing to him.

"Then consider the signals are there honey, because I'd date you in a Minneapolis Minute and I'm not sure I want to wait," Jennifer said.

"You want to have sex," Steve said slightly shocked. This girl was bold. Bolder than any girl he'd ever been with.

"Actually, yes, in the worse possible way, but right now you need a sedative honey, and the best sedatives are the ones we already have within us, and the best way to make those sedatives work is sex," Jennifer said.

"Sedatives," Steve said.

"Endorphins," Jennifer said.

"Oh, right," Steve said with a spark of understanding.

"So, consider this our first date and later on tonight, when this is all over we're going to have sex but first we're going to have a lot of foreplay," Jennifer noted and added, "and what is turning me on more than anything at the moment is imagining you laying over that diaper, naked."

Steve watched Jennifer move to the bed and pat the diaper and smiled. If that was the case, so be it, he mused letting the towel drop before moving to the edge of the bed. He took a moment to settle over the diaper but was still a little reluctant to lay back.

"Why don't you lay back and I'll do the rest," Jennifer said pushing on Steve's shoulder slightly. He went back easily.

Steve went back and at Jennifer's urging spread his legs to either side as Jennifer tugged the diaper between his thighs. With the diaper gathered between his legs Jennifer paused, bent towards the nightstand and took up a bottle of Johnson's and Johnson's Baby Lotion. Steve watched her fill her right palm before she did the left one, and the left one she used to cup Steve's genitals. The right hand she wrapped around a nearly excruciating erection.

"Here we go precious, close your eyes and mommy is going to take you to a wonderful place," Jennifer cooed as she added, "does my baby like what mommy is doing?"

****Part 6****

"Yes," Steve managed to get out as Jennifer massaged and caressed his testicles with her left while slowly drawing her fingers from his base to his tip. Steve felt the palm of her left hand press against him firmly directly over the area between his anus and scrotum. The perineum, he noted as Jennifer's right hand continued slowly stroking him.

"Such a pretty baby," Jennifer said pushing harder between his legs while stroking him slightly faster. Steve managed a slight grunt while he was doing a little pushing himself.

Jennifer could feel the slight increase in swelling as Steve lifted his hips as his legs stiffened. He was about to have his climax and Jennifer, sensing that, cupped his penis with her fingers, palm above the tip, although she continued playfully sliding them down and up. A few seconds later, as Steve grunted softly he exploded. She held her hand there till the pulses slowed, before wrapping him again. She continued gently stroking him till the swelling began to ebb. Steve was completely flaccid before she stopped.

"Did baby like that," Jennifer said breaking through the cloudy haze washing over Steve's mind. He wasn't sure if he said yes or not, but he did nod as Jennifer's left hand, the one that had been massaging him over his prostate, moved to softly rub him a few more times as she added, "can mommy put her little baby into his diaper now and dress him like a pretty little girl?"

"Yes," Steve said as his body collapsed completely. He opened his eyes but there was a slight haze before he blinked himself clear, and in a total state of bliss quietly watched as Jennifer used baby wipes to clean her hands and him.

Jennifer bent again to the night stand and a second later shook baby powder over his genitals till his skin was nearly covered from the waist to his thighs. He felt the soft warm diaper, doubled by the soaker, the same diaper Jennifer had been wearing, he mused, gather between his legs as Jennifer gently tugged it in place. She took up an open diaper pin with it's tip pink and shaped like a teddy bear to pin the far side closed. She did the same to the left side drawing the diaper snugly around him.

"You look so sweet wearing a diaper," Jennifer said moving her hand again to the front of the diaper. What amazed her as she did so was not being able to feel Steve's penis and that too turned her on as she fussed a little more before taking up the baby panties laying off to the side. Pink baby panties she mused happily as she added, "bring your legs up precious for your baby panties."

Steve complied without giving it a thought watching Jennifer gather the crinkling plastic to the leg openings before easing them over his feet. Steve was complying happily watching in a kind of detached way his regression. The same as before, when he'd been caught but far more exciting, he realized as the panties came down his legs to his thighs.

"Is that sedative working precious," Jennifer asked.

"Oh yes," Steve whispered as he lifted his bottom so Jennifer could ease them over his diapered bottom.

As soft as they were they still crinkled slightly wrinkling and furrowing in the bright lights reflecting and defusing the light as if they were wet. There was still room in the panties for another diaper Steve mused although he wasn't sure he could walk wearing two diapers plus the soaker. It was a pleasant kind of thought as Jennifer finished fussing with the leg and waist elastic. She did another slow massage over the front of the panties pressing lightly again.

"I could get use to feeling these on you," Jennifer said.

"I could easily get use to you feeling these on me," Steve added.

"Good. That's very good because tonight, when we get back, I'm going to change you, but between changes I'm going to ravage you," Jennifer said and added, "and I think you're going to become a breast fed baby."

"Then I hope the day goes really fast," Steve said surprising himself.

"Then let's get you into your pretty ruffled panties, slip and dress and get you over there," Jennifer said and added, "the sooner we get there the sooner we can leave."

"Going to hate taking these things off for the trip," Steve said.

"Well, there really is no need. We can get you dressed and take you over there," Jennifer said seizing the moment to break the news that he'd be traveling as a little girl.

"As much as that sounds like fun, I'm not sure I'm ready for the public to see me like this," Steve said.

"And they won't sweetheart, because the van we're traveling in has tinted windows. Besides, I will most likely be in back with you playing under your dress," Jennifer said as she guided Steve to sit and then stand.