"Yes," replied Janet, "who is it?"

"It is I, Roger, from accounting," came the falsetto sing-song reply, "open up or I'll huff and puff and blow your house down."

"God! No!" Not HIM!!" you pleaded with Janet as you sat on her lap. "Don't let that little faggot see me like this!!"

Letting Janet see you like this was one thing, but not Roger. Not when dressed like a whimpering little baby!

"Ok, WIDDLE BABY, it's up to you. If you want to cum, you'll have to personally invite him into your new nursery, do you understand, WIDDLE BABY??"

Tears in your eyes, the WIDDLE BABY code word created an irresistible urge for orgasmic relief! Crying in shame, you nodded your head for Janet to let Roger come into your office. "No, Little One, you must ask him to enter. And do so in a little WIDDLE BABY voice."

"Woger, pwease come in to my owwice, plwease." you lisped, still helplessly wiggling on Janet's lap.

Janet couldn't resist smiling as Roger virtually vamped into the room, effecting every homosexual stereotype ever invented.

Feigning shock and surprise, "Oh dear me!! Welllll, don't WE look absolutely adorable in our little diapees and bonnet? That can't be your big bad macho boss, could it, Janet? He's much too BUTCH to be caught in baby boy drag."

Roger was certainly in his element.

Janet was openly laughing now. She reached down, pulling back the elastic of your baby pants, and her hand went into your diaper. Every so slowly she gently stroked the shaft of your erect penis. "Yes, he's really not very 'macho,' unless it's macho to dress and act like a little baby.

You burned with shame, your eyes downcast, but still wiggling around on Janet's lap trying to achieve sexual relief.

"Whatever ARE you doing to our little baby, Janet. You are going to make that poor man..I mean, well I guess he's not much of a MAN, what with wearing a DIAPER and all....well, with that poor little baby’s 'tinkle.' You are going to make hims diapee all wet and icky!" he cooed in mocking baby talk.

Burning with shame you moaned and wiggled on Janet's lap as she stroked your 'tinkle.' You tried to block Roger out of your mind.

"Oh no, Roger. Our little baby boy doesn't have to worry about wetting his baby pants with cum, he's wearing a DIAPER!" Tears of humiliation began to trickle down your cheek. "Come over and feel."

Janet motioned Roger over. She took his hand, pulling back the elastic of your baby pants, and guided it into your diaper. "He can cum, or even piddle his baby pants, and stay nice and dry."

You winced as Roger reached into your diaper and felt your hairless state.

"Oh a DIAPER? How absolutely campy. And I always thought he was so 'butch' but, he really IS a baby!! Perfect! And hairless too! Coochie coochie coo." teased Roger as he rolled the head of your 'tinkle' between his thumb and forefinger. "Such a good little baby, all nice and smooth, pinned in a fluffy little diaper! And what a precious outfit too! Goes so well with your nursery print baby pants!"

You were dripping pre-cum, and you could feel your 'tinkle' slipping between Roger's fingers. You were whimpering with shame and excitement, praying that he would let you orgasm.

Roger withdrew his hand and gave your bulging panty a playful squeeze.

Janet smiled. "You see, Roger, Little One is under a lot of stress. And I bet he dresses this way and plays with his 'stiffy' because it is the ONLY thing that excites him. See, look how he reacted when I said that."

But just before you ejaculated, Janet stopped. "Here Roger, would you like to nurse him for a while?"

"Please don't do that, please Janet! Please let me cum!!" you plead.

"Now let me see how much you REALLY get into being a WIDDLE BABY." giggled Roger, knowing full well that phrase drove you wild with desire. "Can he do baby stuff?"

"No! Leave me alone, Get away you little faggot!"

Feigning shock again, "Calling me a little faggot. Hmmmmm, baby, I'M not the one wearing BABY PANTS AND A DIAPER. Now come over and sit on Roger's lap and we'll give you a little bottle to suck on. And if you are a good little baby, Roger will change your diddy when you wet."

"Fuck you, Roger! Fuck all of you!" you rage. "I'm getting this stuff off, right now, then I'm going to beat the hell out of each of you!" You get off her lap and stumble to your feet.

"Ah huh, Little One is getting nasty, still thinks he's a big, bad man. Well, maybe its BABYTIME.

The words trigger that deep, secret place in you that craves a return to infancy. You try to fight the deep urges inside you but the phrase echos in your mind as you drop to your knees, then onto your side. You quickly shift onto your back, with cuffed hands still behind you, and you lift your knees into the air and kick your legs and begin to babble baby talk.

“ooo gaa gaa goo aaaa goo gaaa goo mama goo gaa dada”

“Awwwwww isn’t that sweet” Roger mocked “hims wants hims mama and dada”. Their laughter was almost too much to bear as you drooled and gurgled babytalk, trying to lift your foot to your mouth and suckle…all the while feeling your cock press against the confines of your diaper.

“Oh my God Janet, he’s still got an erection down there…he actually LIKES acting this way!” Roger jeered.

Janet knelt beside you and reached underneath to unlock the cuffs. “Now watch what he does.”

Instead of jumping to your feet to get away or fight back, the infantile desires triggered by BABYTIME cause you to crawl over to the waiting baby toys in the middle of the floor. As laughter rings in your ears you goo goo and gaa gaa, even sucking on one of the plastic baby blocks. Your adult mind notices that Janet has now taken out a camera and begun snapping endless photos…but you can’t stop yourself from acting this way.

After what seemed like forever, she sets down the camera and kneels beside you again. “Well my LITTLE ONE, let’s see what’s next for you!” As she snaps the cuffs back into place she whispers an unheard word in your ear.

While the last droplets of drool dripped from your mouth, your baby babble ceased and you regained the ability to talk and act like a man. And even though your erection throbbed for release, you yelled at them to stop.

“Oh you still think yelling is appropriate behavior for a baby, Little One?” Janet mocked.

Go ahead, BABYKINS, let's see just how macho you are." smiled Janet.

"Oh! Noooooooo!!" But it was too late, your erection deflated in an instant, with pleasure replaced by an uncontrollable urge to urinate.

"I think our little baby needs to go potty," smirked Roger, "need to go wee wee, Little One? Oh DEAR! JANET!!! I think it is too late! Perhaps you should re-name him 'Lil Mr. Piddle Panties'!"

You jumped and twisted, trying to hold it, determined not to do this in front of Roger. "Do you need to go potty, BABYKINS?" asked Janet.

Bent over in a cramp. Your hairless legs together, shaking. You felt the first, awful squirt of hot liquid escape. Crying, legs clamped together, you started to helplessly wet your diaper. YOU WERE WETTING LIKE A BABY!

Roger giggled with delight. "Oh the big, tough, macho man is wetting his diaper! How sweet. I may be a 'little fairy' but you are nothing but a naughty little piddle pants baby! I think Janet ought to keep you in diapers for weeks, if not months to come!"

"I think we can remove the handcuffs again from our little sissy. He's not every going to give either of us any trouble, are you, WIDDLE BABY?"

Again, the erection grew, and you knew you were helplessly in their power.

"Get some wet one's out of the diaper bag, Roger. I'll let you change our little baby today. That is, if Little One will say please, in baby talk."

With tears in your eyes you looked over at Roger. You were so helpless in your droopy wet diaper...."pwease Woger, pwease change my diapee. pwease, goo goo gaa gaa da da?"

"Of course! Delighted to change your diaper!! We wouldn't want this big baby to get a diaper rash, would we??"

You burned with shame as Roger helped you lay on your back. He undid the snaps on your tshirt and lifted it over your head, leaving the bonnet in place. He finally stripped off your wet diaper, and applied the cool moist towlets to your hairless crotch. “Wook at his widdle biddy peepee” Roger laughed. He squirted some Baby Magic lotion into the palm of his hand and began to massage it into your hairless penis. Janet instructed “now tell your dada Roger that you like being a baby…that it excites you…that it has always been your little secret.”

The desire to cum had reduced you to the humiliation of this moment. Through your tears you acknowledged your secret…even the details that talking like a baby is a major turn on.

“Oh really Little One? Come on…let’s hear the big executive talking wike a widdle tiny infant…does him wanna be a widdle tiny infant…a widdle infant for mama and dada?” Roger mocked.

Earlier you had no choice to speak this way, but now you willing revert to the babble of a 6 month old baby. The stimulus was over the top and your gooey cum spurt all the way up to your mouth. Seeing this, Roger thought of one more humiliation for you. He grabbed your hand and covered your thumb in cum and told you to suck it. You obeyed him without question. You were broken.

Soon Roger had you pinned in a nice fluffy diaper, and had pulled new baby pants to your waist.

"Janet, how are you ever going to get this big baby back to his apartment? You don't have any male clothes for him to wear. He certainly can't leave dressed like this, can he?"

"Oh, I think we can come up with something....."

She pulled out a denim shortall and white tshirt. Once you were dressed in those, she picked up a white, wrap around motorcycle helmet, complete with a tinted glass visor that would completely conceal the face of the wearer.

"Here, Little One, put on the helmet. You're going home now. On the back of Roger's motorcycle. Of course, you can refuse to use the helmet. You can even choose to wait here through the evening, and let the office see your pretty new baby clothes tomorrow morning.....the choice is yours WIDDLE BABY."

You reacted again to the power of those two words, and grew instantly erect inside your diaper and baby outfit. Thankful of at least some chance to hide your identity, you accepted the helmet, and followed Janet and Roger out of your office. Since it was quite late in the evening, all the office personnel were already gone. All you had to do was get past the security desk to be out of the building...

You prayed no one would see you dressed like this. Even though they couldn't see your face, it was obvious you were an adult dressed as a two year old toddler.

The elevator opened. Thank God no one was there. Roger and Janet, one on each of your arms, assisted you inside. You felt completely exposed and helpless, but at least you were dry. You also hoped no one would notice your sizable erection, as it butted out the front of your baby pants.

Security! You still had to pass security to get out of the building! Usually a casual effort, but you had never done it dressed and diapered like a toddler!

"Please no! You can't do this, we have to get past security. No!"

"don't worry, Little One," smiled Janet, "I'll take care of security. The girl on guard tonight is a friend of mine."

You waddled quickly to keep up with Roger and Janet. You quickly passed the security desk and went straight to Roger’s motorcycle. Your little outfit covered the evidence of your diapered bottom but just barely.

Janet thanked Roger and told him to get you home quickly. There were “new surprises in store there too.” As the motorcycle pulled out into traffic, all you could do was hold on tight… it felt like it was going to be a long ride.

END

This was a rewrite of a previously posted story...to better reflect the things that I enjoy. Did you enjoy it? Let me know.