Nurse the Inner Child

It was during a hot springs vacation to Circhester that I met her. She was the Gym Leader there—not that I paid too much attention to what trainers were doing nowadays. I hadn't watched a Gym Challenge live since I was in college. Too consumed by my shitty job, too tired at the end of the day. I think she saw that exhaustion in me, that exasperation with the drudgery of life, when she caught my eye at the bar.

I'll be upfront: I'm a tit hound, and I like a motherly aura about a woman. I've always fantasized about the idea of a girlfriend who would be willing to do some mother-son roleplay—not that there's many girls like that going spare. So, if anyone was ever going to be trouble for me, it was Melony. I've seen some healthy sweater puppies in my time, but hers were criminally large, outlined by her white top as she rested them on the bar. Her white hair was clearly natural rather than the product of age, giving her a look of simultaneous maturity and agelessness. My eyes rose to meet hers; she held my gaze for several seconds, her large, plush lips sucking a vodka tonic through a straw. I took her look as an invitation.

"You look hungry, little boy," she said as I greeted her. I quivered involuntarily—how long had it been since a woman called me a boy? God, I loved older ladies. "I can give you something good to eat."

She certainly did. Less than an hour later, I was basking in the full view of her perfect, pendulous breasts as she posed invitingly on her lush four-poster bed with its sweetly feminine mauve sheets. Her tummy protruded invitingly over the trimmed white hair of her crotch, and a strong, maternal gaze wiped away my insecurities. The only word that rose to my lips, before I lowered myself to kiss her thick, creamy thighs, brought a hypnotizing smile to Melony's expression.

"M-Mummy..."

I started traveling up to Circhester every time I had time off to continue my relationship with Melony. Every time, she pampered me—expensive dinners, hot springs visits, fancy liquor she kept at her large, opulent home. I felt like the luckiest guy in the world to have found a woman like this: wealthy, generous, caring. Not long after we started seeing each other, she told me that she'd had three sons as a young woman, and fallen out with the eldest, Gordie, over his career. I got the feeling she liked having someone to care for. Well, I certainly wasn't complaining about being the recipient of that. As time went by, she encouraged and reciprocated my impulsive roleplay both in person and online. Soon, I was calling her Mummy in our messages, which she responded to enthusiastically, and after a few months, I was using the name almost all the time when we were alone—and sometimes even in public, which got me a strange look at the train station when I greeted her with it. It was just for fun, I told myself. Roleplay. She's a sexy, confident older woman with a gentle dominant streak. I thought that it would go no further than that.

At least, not until tonight.

It was about six months since we met. I had a week off to spend in Circhester, and after a few weeks with no physical contact, we were at it like Scorbunnies as soon as we set foot in Melony's house. As always, Melony was intensely possessive, confident, and maternal: wrapping her thick thighs around me to lock me in as I came inside her, pressing my face into her soft bosom. Despite no indication from her that she'd lost interest in me, I'd never felt so naturally submissive with a woman before, like she was completely in control and I was just humping at her desperately like a horny teen. It was reflected in us physically: I was sweating and gasping, her hips bucking into her, while she looked down at me with a mixture of love and almost predatory curiosity.

"Mummy," I panted, my voice as vulnerable and dependent as I could allow, "Mummy, I love you."

"I love you too, baby," Melony cooed. God, I wish I could say it was just thoughtless roleplay, but I'd be lying; I wanted to please her, wanted to compliment and flatter her, wanted her to be the center of my world. Melony had awakened something in me: a kind of pleasure I'd never experienced before. I was flush-faced and embarrassed at the sense of uncertainty, nakedness, and submission she inspired in me, as I kissed and sucked on her engorged nipples, her hands caressing my cheeks.

After we were finished, we unwound in Melony's jacuzzi, another luxury of hers of which I took full advantage. She submerged herself first, the water level visibly rising as her full-figured, fleshy body sank into it, then sat on the bench and patted her lap, inviting me to sit. Sheepishly, I followed her command, almost wishing I were a little smaller so it would feel more natural—although her thighs, at least, were certainly larger than mine. The cushiony softness of her thick legs against my butt sustained my arousal. We remained that way for several minutes, comforted and mildly titillated by each other's closeness.

"You love being my little boy, don't you?" Melony purred into my ear, her strong, soft arms encircling my waist.

"Y-Yes..."

"I was thinking," she said, "maybe it's time for us to take the next step."

My heart skipped a beat. "Wh-What do you mean?" She couldn't be talking about—

"Recently, I got a new Ice Pokémon that's very good at dealing with difficult men," explained Melony. "You might say she's a specialist in handling boys. There's a way of keeping wayward men under control that she showed me, a way that, for us, will give us both what we want."

"What we both want?"

"I don't want to let you betray me like my son did," continued Melony. Her fingers tickled my chest as she ran them up and down my body. "I've learnt my lesson. Boys are willful and bratty when they don't get their way, and it's only because they're physically stronger than women that they get away with acting like giant kids."

"I've n-never done that, though—"

"Shh, I know," murmured Melony, nibbling my ear. "You're a good boy, I know. You want to be with your Mummy, don't you? You want to love only Mummy and stay with her always, don't you?"

"Yes, Mummy."

"Froslass, come over. I know you've been waiting."

A slight chill in the room alerted me to the presence of the Pokémon. An eerie, feminine creature with an icy mask and dressed in what appeared to be a blue kimono appeared at the entrance to the bath. Its large, alien eyes examined me curiously.

"Run on back to the bedroom, my sweet," said Melony. "Mummy will be there in a moment, and I'll show you what I mean."

A shiver of lust ran through me at Melony's faintly condescending tone, as though telling a child to leave while the adults were talking. "Yes, Mummy." To add to the feeling, Melony slapped my butt playfully as I rose out of the water.

After drying myself, back in the bedroom, I was almost about to put my clothes back on before realizing that Melony would probably prefer me to remain naked. Rubbing my softening cock lightly, I tried to remain in little space, sitting cross-legged and fidgeting on Melony's huge, girlishly colored bed like a kid doing his best to be patient. Closing my eyes, I imagined living permanently as Melony's little—a thought which her words had raised the specter of. I had never taken our games so far, and I had butterflies in my stomach as I imagined what kinky experiment Melony had in store for me.

When she returned, I could tell something was different. There was an otherworldly glow about her, of the same sort that I sensed on her Pokémon, like her skin was radiating light. More to the point, her breasts—somehow, I couldn't quite believe it, but—

"Mummy, they're bigger..."

"Yes." Melony grabbed her huge, pendulous tits with both hands and raised them up, showing off her sensitive, swollen nipples, begging to be sucked. It was too much to take in: the expanse of soft, chalk white flesh, the moist canyon between them, and—and—

"Th-They're lactating...?"

"Does my little boy want to suck on Mummy's big boobies?" Melony jiggled one of her newly massive breasts at me, and I almost wanted to scream at the sight of the droplet of precious milk that fell to be wasted on her carpet.

I bounced slightly on the bed, nodding vigorously. "Yes please, Mummy. I want to drink your milk, please."

Melony walked over languorously, flipping her beautiful waves of hair and swinging her hips as she came over to the bed and sat by me. "On my lap, little baby."

I eagerly obliged, lying in a supine position across Melony's thighs. Despite the activity less than an hour earlier, my cock was already diamonds. Unlike in the jacuzzi, where my taller masculine body disrupted the illusion, this was a perfect position: I could almost imagine myself as Melony's little baby, looking up reverently at her elegant, mature features and the velvety skin of her colossal breasts.

"Now, baby," began Melony, a drop of milk glistening tantalizingly on the tip of her nipple, "are you ready to take our relationship to the next level?"

"Yes, Mummy," I whimpered.

"You want to be my little one? No take-backsies now. Mummy will punish you if you get stroppy about it afterwards."

My heart skipped a beat at the word "punish". Melony was more into this than I'd ever seen her. I felt obliged to keep up with her. "No take-backsies," I repeated. "I want to be your little one, Mummy."

"Drink up," Melony purred, squeezing her engorged breast, milk dribbling over her pearlescent flesh.

Without a moment's hesitation, I latched onto her fat nipple desperately, sucking like my life depended on it. Warm, sweet fluid gushed into my mouth, and I grasped Melony's tit like a jealous child, feeling the warmth of her hand as she supported my head. To my delight, her other hand found my aching cock and began to jerk it softly. It was heaven: more than just aroused, it was as though my body was turning to mush in her arms as the hot liquid rushed down my throat and warmed me from the inside. It was the nectar of submission, filling up my body with a sensation of dependence and squishy, uncertain suggestibility—a welling desire to let Mummy make the decisions for me.

Melony's strokes increased their pace as I continued to suckle, curling up bashfully in her arms. Shifting me slightly, she guided my lips to her other nipple, from which a renewed geyser of her sweet ambrosia erupted into my needy mouth. I was fully in little space, ready to be molded and led by the hand wherever Melony—wherever Mummy wanted to go; my cock—no, that was too grown-up—my peepee was so stiff I could've begged Mummy to push me harder, to rub me faster, if I weren't so helplessly ravenous for the warm milk that gushed freely from Mummy's pretty breasts. The loss of control over my own body was dizzying and intoxicating. If I didn't know better, I would think I was shrinking in Mummy's arms, becoming more and more a vestigial extension of her—like those species of angler fish whose tiny males merge bodies with the larger, more powerful females as they mate, I was being changed and diminished by her domination of me. The milk spilt plentifully into my eager mouth and I imagined Mummy's sweet fluids flowing deep into my core to modify my essence and transform my physical form until I was no more than Melony's mewling, dependent babe. Mummy's fingers felt bigger and bigger around my willy as I suckled, whimpering vulnerably; with each jet of milk I swallowed, it felt as though I had crossed another line of no return, committing myself to my permanent littlehood.

As if reading my thoughts, Mummy spoke, still stroking my peepee rhythmically: "Imagine, little one, all your maturity, all your virility—all your regrets—gathered together in a big, angry ball of energy, like a furious star. Imagine it glowing and raging in your tummy, like a nasty bellyache. You can't express yourself, can't be honest, can't be vulnerable with a big block like that inside of you. Now, as you're about to cum, imagine all that energy siphoned to your little boy parts, ready to be released. I'm going to count down from five, and when you cum, all that mean, sad, truculent manhood is going to shoot out in ropes of semen, never to be returned. Just imagine, as you cum, all that nasty energy flowing down and out of you, like a burst dam, through your cute willy and into the fresh air to dissipate, shrinking and shrinking and shrinking as you let go of all the dirty grown-up things holding you back...Are you ready for that, poppet?"

Still attached to Mummy's nipple, I nodded keenly and pressed my hips into her hand, squeezing my eyes shut to maintain the illusion she had created for me. I dutifully imagined things just as she instructed: all the nasty, angry, grown-up things gathered in one big bellyache that only Mummy's milkies could heal.

"Five...four...three..."

I could swear my body was contracting in Mummy's arms, her hands ever firmer around my skinny torso, her soft fingers enveloping my willy ever more fully. With my naked form shaking and shivering, and Mummy's warm boobs swelling beneath my fingers, my hips bucked and my peepee strained with each number Mummy pronounced in her smooth, velvety voice. Following her commands, I felt all the energy of my maturity gushing through me to concentrate at my crotch, like a huge reservoir of dirty water pressing against a dam—a dam that was cracking under the pressure of Mummy's soft, consuming fingers teasing my needy little willy.

"Two...one..."

It felt as though time had stretched out with each word from Mummy's mouth. The dam was breaking: precum overflowing in a string of sticky beads from my stomach to the tip of my twitching, achy peepee. My body was quivering in desperate anticipation as Mummy's idle hand rubbed me so diligently. I had to cum—no. Make cummies for Mummy, I thought to myself as I gulped down mouthful after mouthful of her milk. I gotta make cummies for Mummy!

"Cum, little one."

The semen exploded from me as though it really were my last time. My vulnerable form was wracked with spasms as thick ropes of cum sprayed my chest and tummy with creamy fluids; in the heat of unbearable pleasure, I saw the dam burst in my mind's eyes, watched the accumulation of my manhood and virility exit my body as a pulsing, throbbing river of long-fermenting spooge, gushing as if finally released from containment, free to melt away into the universe, and leave me as its diminutive remnant, an indecisive, dependent little boy—Mummy's little boy. Tiny. Weak. Submissive. Dependent. Mummy's slutty chamberboy. Mummy's baby brat. Forever and ever.

As the hurricane of ecstasy subsided and I lowered my hips to sink into Mummy's huge arms, I opened my bleary eyes to gaze up at her confident, self-assured smile. And there was me, my lips clasped onto her fat tit like a babe in arms, gazing up adoringly. God, I felt so small. I never knew little space could feel so real. The arousal leaving me bit by bit, my humiliation started to feel less hot and more awkward. Had I done the right thing? There was no going back after showing such an embarrassing side of myself to Mu—to Melony.

"That's a big mess for a little one, isn't it, poppet?"

Panting as I finally released Melony's nipple, I nodded. "That was—" My voice cracked, sounding reedy and childish. I cleared my throat. Man, I got too into this... "That w-was intense." I still sounded wrong. I sounded young. "What's wrong with my voice?" I muttered as it cracked again.

"Nothing at all, baby. You sound just like any boy your age."

"My age?" For the first time, I glanced down at myself, and shrieked. Instead of the body of an adult man, I was presented with the slender, hairless torso and twiglike arms of a young teen, if that; my uncomprehending mind tried to bargain that I looked at least thirteen or fourteen, but as I inspected my small, delicate hand only to see Melony's take it in her larger one, even adolescence seemed like a fantasy. A nude preteen on the lap of a much older woman, his tummy slick with cum—I looked completely obscene.

"Nooooo..." I moaned. It wasn't just roleplay and illusion! I really was a kid! I had really agreed to be Melony's child! Tears sprang uncontrollably to my eyes and I began to wail pitifully as Melony took me in her arms and rocked me soothingly. It wasn't how I was supposed to act, but it was like something inside me had taken away control from the adult I was and made me helplessly subject to the moody emotions of a child. Waves of fear and anger overtook me as I sobbed in Melony's embrace.

"D-Don't wanna be a kid!" I spluttered. "Didn't know I was gonna be a k-kid!"

"Shh, little one," replied Melony. "You promised not to get stroppy."

Angrily, I pushed away from her and staggered back, droplets of semen falling to the carpet. "I didn't know 'bout any of this magic," I cried, cringing at my piping, scratchy voice. "I j-just thought it was a game!"

"Well, why didn't you ask?" Melony tsked at me playfully, not even getting up from the bed. "You certainly weren't mature enough to be a grown-up if you couldn't think to ask a few questions about a deal you're unsure of. Don't worry about it now, little one."

My face flushed red. Gosh, why is she always so smart and makes me feel so small and stupid? I couldn't think of anything clever to say back to her at all. I felt angry and embarrassed and I knew that I couldn't be around her or she'd trick me into submitting to her again. Hot tears streaming down my cheeks, I dashed out of the bedroom.

"Oh, now you've done it..." I heard Melony's voice behind me. The house looked bigger as ran aimlessly down the hallway, my small, bare feet slapping the tiles.

The bathroom was ahead. I had to get a look at myself. Opening the door and flicking the lights on, I stood before Melony's mirror with my eyes shut for a few seconds. Once I looked, it became real. I took a deep breath.

I opened my eyes. A preteen boy of maybe ten to twelve stared back at me. Aside from the semen coating my chest, the skinny arms, cheeks still a little chubby with babyfat, and hairless body were a faintly familiar sight; but my eyes seemed a little lighter than they should have been, my hair a shade blonder. Closer to—Melony's hair, Melony's eyes. Had I actually been changed into her child?

My tears replenished themselves as I looked at my puny cock. It really was a weewee now—my hairless stiffy was cute, harmless, and completely absent of masculinity or maturity. I sobbed in self-pity as my soft hands caressed my tiny erect dicklet, my own cum lubing up my hairless little chub. I had really given up my grown-up cock for one orgasm. And I liked it, I thought, shivering at the slippery sensation of cum on my palms and newly sensitive skin.

"Naughty baby," said Melony as she stepped inside. "You really are a hopeless little boyslut, aren't you? Running off to have a wank in my toilet. And after you came so much, too." Instinctively, I backed off from the larger, older woman. To my humiliation, even nude and barefoot, Melony looked to be a little taller than me now.

"G-Give me my dick back...!" I demanded weakly. I didn't know what else to do. Abruptly, Melony grabbed my arm and twisted it behind my back. "Ow, you're hurting me!" I struggled but it was obvious which of us possessed more physical strength now. I couldn't overpower her, no matter how much my puny limbs kicked and pulled. If only I were grown-up... I cursed myself for my careless thoughts earlier, my frustration with my physical size as an adult man next to Melony, my wish to feel smaller and weaker than her. Now I really was smaller and weaker than Melony!

"You're being very bad, little one," Melony murmured into my ear. "Talking back to Mummy. Running away from Mummy. I warned you before about being a little brat. If you want Mummy to let you enjoy your little boy parts again you'll have to learn to behave."

"M-Melony! You're crazy! I'm not your kid!"

SMACK!

"Ow!" Pain shot through me as Melony wordlessly spanked my bare butt. "What the hell are you doing?!" I squeaked. "I'm not really a kid, you know!" I stomped my little bare foot for emphasis.

SMACK!

"Stop it! You can't do this to me!" My piping complaint sounded pathetic, and even I understood it as I gazed forlornly at the reflection in the mirror, of a red-faced child with petulant tears streaking down his face, held effortlessly in place by his calm and composed mother. No one would think I was the sensible, grown-up person here.

SMACK!

I yelped as Melony's palm met the stinging flesh of my little butt again, the pain compounding with each spank. "Y-You can't spank me! It's—it's jus' snot fair!" Melony ignored me as easily as any authority figure would disregard the meaningless whining of a child.

SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!

My screams and protests grew incoherent as tears blurred my vision and I began to wail. I didn't understand why this was happening anymore. Nothing compared to this—being seduced by Melony's swollen, lactating breast, being made into a boy again, being treated like a kid by my girlfriend, seeing my infantile cock, my head reeling with childish thoughts and feelings—nothing compared to being spanked like a little misbehaving runt by my girlfriend as my objections were ignored and my physical resistance easily overpowered.

"Stahp it! 'Snot fair! Notta kid! Sta-ha-ahp, pweeeease!"

"Repeat after me: Mummy knows best."

"Mummy knows bes'! Mummy knows bes'! I'm sowwy, Mummy! Sowwy sowwy sowwy!"

SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!

Something was breaking in me as the pain shuddered through my body: my grown-up life felt more and more a distant dream that I forgot more quickly as I tried to remember it. It was like thinking through an increasingly thick brain fog, a little boy's mind grasping for a grown-up way to deal with this impossible situation and take some power back for myself. Nothing would come—no grown-up words or grown-up ideas. I was just gonna cry louder and stomp my feet like a little brat throwing a tantrum and it made me feel like a real kid. The sight of my reflection, the naughty child wracked with sobs, was feeling less and less alien to the person I was inside, and the woman holding him looked more and more mature, more and more distant from what I was. Had she really been my girlfriend? The thought made me feel bashful. She was so grown-up and smart, and I was so little. Her boobs were huge! I knew that I loved her boobies about her. I thought about how I had been sucking on them and my willy got stiff again. I sniffled as my body grew limp from exhaustion, wishing I could be sucking on my g-girlfriend's boobies again.

"Now," said Melony, pulling me up to look at her, "are you ready to apologize?" Her eyes were blue like crystals and it felt like she could see into me.

"Uhm," I began, "I'm sorry, M-Melony..."

"Melony?" she repeated, arching an eyebrow. "Is that what little boys call their mothers?"

"B-But," I protested weakly, "that's not right. You're not my mum. You're my g-g-girlfriend..." The word came out as a little squeak. I blushed desperately, wishing Melony would let my arms go so I could cover my little stiffy. I realized my voice was no longer cracking—it was just high, like a little boy's. It was the first sign that made me think something wasn't right.

"Oh, poppet," laughed Melony. "I'm not your girlfriend anymore. Little boys don't have girlfriends. I'm a free woman now." I felt my heartrate quicken as a sensation of frustration and impotence welled up in my skinny chest. I had lost my big willy, I had lost my grown-up thoughts, and now Melony wouldn't even let me call her girlfriend anymore. I felt like how I did when a girl told me she only saw me as a friend in school. Earlier in the day, I had been having sex with Melony and touching her big boobies all I liked, but she couldn't even see me as her boyfriend anymore. Now she might even let other men touch her boobs too.

"That's n-not fair," I said in a quavering voice. "I can still be your boyfriend like this." My blush only deepened, betraying my uncertainty and humiliation. "I c-can touch your b-boobs and put my thing in your you-know-what, if you want me to..."

"Dear me, you really don't understand, do you?" said Melony, looking down pointedly at my childish willy. "I'm afraid not, little one. For your sake, it's obvious I have to set some ground rules: our relationship has changed, irreversibly. You're cute as a button, but I just don't see a little guy like you as boytoy material anymore. More like a naughty boy who needs my firm hand. Bluntly speaking, poppet, you're a child, and no longer of sexual interest to a grown woman like me.

"And be warned that if you suddenly try to touch Mummy in a dirty way, there's another spanking in it for you! Mummy's boobies aren't yours to touch without permission anymore. Full stop. Those are boyfriend privileges that you no longer have. I don't know if the thought of a red-arsed little scamp like you putting his 'thingy' anywhere in me makes me laugh or gives me the heebie-jeebies, but don't you dare think of trying it. Mummy has to be naked around her little boy sometimes and you mustn't make it gross or awkward for her. Don't take it the wrong way, sweetie, but boyfriend application: rejected! Too little!" As if to rub it in, she winked at me saucily, and my little dick twitched desperately, as if it enjoyed the denial. My eyes couldn't stop looking at her huge boobs and thick thighs with their creamy skin color and thinking about how I wasn't allowed to touch them anymore, and it made me want to cry again.

"Jus' because of what you did to me and my—my willy..." I grumbled, sounding petulant rather than serious.

"No, no, no, you did it to yourself," said Melony. "You chose to be demoted to this. You had the option, and chose to be my little boy instead. Does it upset you, that you're not longer capable of meeting the sexual needs of an adult woman? If it makes you feel bad that you had to give up your silly sense of male ownership over me when you gave up your big dick, then you really should've thought harder about this decision. You won't be anyone's boyfriend as long as I'm here to keep you away from those complicated grown-up things."

She spoke so fast and clever. Again I felt embarrassed and overwhelmed by how she outsmarted me. It was really like I was never grown-up at all. Only the fear of another spanking stopped me from shouting at her for tricking me into this. I just grit my teeth as tears silently rolled down my face. I'm never gonna have sex with Melony again. Deep inside I prayed that this horrible magic could be reversed, even though it didn't seem likely. I tried one last time to imagine being a grown-up man again.

"Now, once more," said Melony, jostling me back to the painful reality, "are you ready to apologize?"

Defeated, I gazed down at my bare feet, noting how small and delicate they looked next to Melony's. "I'm s-sorry, Mummy," I said, with a faint, high-pitched sob. "I'm sorry for talking back and acting out. I made a mistake, and I know that now. Please, can we turn this back?"

"Turn it back?" Melony laughed. "Did you not hear me? It's irreversible. One of Froslass's many curses for women who needed to bring a man in order. The Curse of Eternal Youth." My worst fears confirmed. I looked up at Melony mournfully as she chuckled to herself. Then I realized what she had said.

"Wait," I said, "eternal? So I'm not going to grow up again?"

"Never!" said Melony. "You're going to be my little poppet forever!"

My lower lip trembled and I burst out in fresh tears. I was a kid forever! Never gonna grow up, never gonna have a big willy again, never gonna have sex with girls again! I was gonna be dependent on Melony forever and she wouldn't even let me touch her boobs! I cried out loud in what should have been a howl of despair, but there wasn't even a hint of adult anguish in my voice. I just heard the sobs and wails of a bratty kid coming from my own throat, like a spoilt child denied his favorite toy.

"There, there..." Melony embraced me soothingly, her big naked body enveloping my puny frame. "Easy, now. It's okay, little one." Part of me still wished she would treat me as a grown-up, that she wouldn't treat my pain like it was just a little tantrum by a fussy kid, but it was so nice to be comforted like a child, and Mummy's boobs were pressed against my chest. My head rested under her chin and felt really small. I wanted to put my thumb in my mouth but I'm too old for that and I don't want to do it in front of Mummy since she definitely won't be my girlfriend ever again if she saw me acting like a baby.

It was there in Mummy's warm arms that I realized: I was eye level with her neck and shoulders now. Before she had been taller, but I had been looking at her nose and cheeks. That meant—

"I'm still getting younger?" I pulled away and twisted to the mirror to check my appearance, praying for some kind of mistake, praying I was just confused.

There was no mistake. I gaped at the scrawny child looking back at me, no older than seven or eight. My eyes were even lighter and looked bigger in my face, my nose had turned up into a button, and in my open mouth I could see gaps where my baby teeth had fallen out. I watched my tongue slide in and felt my gum. My long, wavy hair was platinum blond now, nearly the same color as Mum—Melony's! "Oh, gosh, it's still happening!" I squealed, panicking. "How much littler am I gonna get?"

"I don't know, but you drank an awful lot of milk, sweetie," said Melony, jiggling her still swollen breast at me in the reflection. "That's how it works. You drink the milk and make the contract. Speaking of which, you are still coated in cum. I'll deal with what you left on the floor later. Into the shower with you." Giving me no time to think about my continuing regression, she forcefully lifted my shivering body into the bathtub as I kicked lamely, and in a few swift movements, she had the shower head turned on me.

"Eeek!" I yelped girlishly and raised my hand as the cold water hit me. "Too cold, too cold! Mummy, it's too cold!"

"It's warming up, sweetie, don't be a baby." Don't be a baby. That's right. I had to be tough for Mummy so she'd see I was still worthy of being her boyfriend. I tried to act stoic as the water slowly warmed, hoping Mummy would see how manly I was.

I don't think it worked, because after Mummy fixed the shower head over me, she began to scrub my body down roughly with a soapy sponge that was hard on my skin. I was so much more sensitive now! Mummy tutted at me as I yelped, her big hands rubbing all over my chest and tummy as I stood knock-kneed and shivering under the steady stream of water, wishing she would touch my stiff willy. But she only ignored that and cleaned me properly.

"Why do you look so pouty?" Mummy asked.

"Nothing." I couldn't tell her about my willy or she'd spank me again.

"I'll put a smile on that face!" Mummy suddenly lunged forward and tickled me under my armpits! I fell back laughing and her hands moved down to my tummy as we went down in the bathtub together. Mummy's hands went all down my legs to tickle my soles, which are the most ticklish part of me. I laughed and begged her to stop.

"But I haven't seen you so happy all evening! Tickle tickle tickle!" I noticed that Mummy's hands looked bigger than my feet as she tickled them, but I was laughing too much to think about it. "Look, your toes are all pruny!" I pulled up my foot, which was really easy because my body was more bendy than it used to be, and Mummy was right and I laughed again. I was worried by how small my toes looked and how I couldn't see out of the bath sitting down anymore, but then Mummy leaned in and blew a big raspberry on my tummy. I giggled and laughed, and suddenly Mummy's huge body was on top of me, blowing kisses and raspberries up my tummy and chest and—

—like a flash in my mind, I remembered that I was supposed to be a grown man and Melony was supposed to be my girlfriend, not my Mum—not my mother. For a few moments, looking up at Melony's face, my childish grin faded, and I remembered being a man again. The last twenty or thirty minutes were blurry in my memory compared to this sudden, perfect clarity. Then, like a needle sliding into a balloon, I felt my adult mind slowly begin to siphon away again.

"You're there, aren't you?" said Melony, jolting me from my stupor. "It's just like Froslass explained."

"Wh-What?" My voice was appallingly high and breathy now, impossible to take seriously, and I felt tiny in the bathtub, next to Melony's nude, voluptuous body. I was probably preschool age by now. "What did she explain? My adult con-scious-ness can come back?" Even as I asked her, I could feel how my mind was already getting slower, feel the big words becoming harder to enunci—emancipate—speak.

"It's a curse, little one," explained Melony. "Here's how it works: the moment you completely lose yourself to second childhood, you're reminded of who you were. Of what you lost. Just for a moment. Then, it goes away, leaving that person far, far away from your grasping, pruny, little fingers." She squeezed my tiny hand in hers to emphasize the contrast: her long, painted nails next to my bitten-down childish one, her slender, mature fingers and my soft, wrinkly stubs. "You get to be my permanent little, just like you wanted."

I screwed up my face in anger. "I didn't wanna be like this."

"Really?" Melony leaned over my face, my huge breasts brushing my chest. "I think you did." She glanced down at my—oh, God, my dick was just a little nub now. A nub that was nonetheless visibly stiffening under Melony's cool gaze. I spread my little legs, breathing heavily. "I think you love feeling small and vulnerable," she continued. "You're a masochist to the core. More than that, you don't want to play the masculine role at all. You want to be dependent on me, in every way. Really, I think you've become just what you want to be: a tiny, wet, helpless nude lying in an obscene position in the hopes a physically superior woman will take advantage of you, pamper and discipline you, make you feel like the cute little boyslut you are. Am I right? And I won't be betrayed again, not after what the men in my life have done to me, even after I gave them so much love and care—well, I think we'll be just perfect together, don't you, poppet?"

God, I was gonna lose it if she kept talking like this. Melony's perfect breasts moved closer and closer to my little nub and I stretched out my legs, arching my back and spreading my tiny toes. I'm her filthy boyslut, her babyslut... If the silky skin of her breasts so much as touched it, I knew I was going to burst—but she wouldn't, would she? I gazed desperately at her huge, dangling boobs as she smirked, swinging them dangerously close to my humiliating little dicklet. She wouldn't let it touch—she was just teasing—right?

Melony lowered herself with a sly smile, and amazingly, it happened. Coyly, she let her soft titty flesh brush my infant nub, sending a jolt of pleasure up my body as—

—nothing came. My tiny body spasmed a little, and my dicklet strained and twitched, but the frustrating pleasure of the edge of orgasm was only sustained for several long seconds before fading slowly away.

"Nooooo-ooooo-ooooo..." I moaned in my obscenely childish voice. "Let me cum, pleeeease...!"

"You can't," said Melony. "Sorry, honeybun, but you'll never cum again. Not in that pint-size body. You'll try to hold onto your grown-up mind and grown-up pleasures, but you'll never be able to. But as soon as you let yourself forget about grown-up things, you're right back where you started. That's the Curse of Eternal Youth. Frustration, dependence, denial. You're just plain little, poppet. Too little to cum, too little to be my man, too little to think, too little to make decisions for yourself—too little to do much of anything but play with dolls and cry. Your role in life is passive and submissive, a little one acted upon by grown-ups. You'll be spoilt by Mummy when you're a good little boy, and you'll submit to discipline when you're naughty."

My mind was already getting too cloudy to reply intelligently, and it made me mad enough that I nearly started crying again. No matter what I chose in the jumble of grown-up words and childish feelings in my head, I would just be denied. Melony was right. I was too little for all of this. "Too little..." I repeated. "Too little, too little, too little!" I stomped my foot in futile, aimless anger. I didn't wanna feel like a stupid baby, but she was right! I hated how good it felt when Mum—when Melony made me act like this!

"That's right!" Melony hoisted me out of the bath and showed me the mirror. "Very little now, poppet!"

I really was little! A tiny child, still slightly chubby with babyfat and barely out of toddlerhood, dripping wet in his mother's arms. The color of my eyes and my long white hair was now identical to Melony's. Anyone who saw us would take me for her son. My mismatched teeth had been replaced with a perfect set of tiny milk teeth that glistened in my little mouth. Melony cradled me to her breast, then placed me down to towel me off. I stood awkwardly and pigeon-toed as she crouched next to me and efficiently rubbed me down, her ample breasts and ass jiggling.

"There's one last thing I have to show you," she said, picking me up and carrying me out of the bathroom, my legs dangling around her waist. I flushed in arousal and frustration as my impotent boner nuzzled against the warm, soft flesh of Melony's breasts and belly, knowing she was doing this deliberately, knowing that my arousal was only being excited because it was humiliating for me.

Melony picked something off of her kitchen bench. "What's this, love?" she asked condesdin—condensin—like she was talking down to me.

"Chocolate," I replied dully.

"Try a wee bite, won't you?" Melony pushed it against my lips.

Relenting, I bit off a piece of the chocolate bar—and nearly immediately spat it out. It was horribly bitter, almost rotten-tasting! "Yuck! What kind of messed up chocolate is that?"

Melony took a generous bite herself. "Hmm, praline, I think?"

"What?"

Chuckling, Melony swallowed the snack dramatically. "It's only disgusting to you, my little one. It's the final part of the curse, bonding together the woman to her former lover. From now on, there's only one foodstuff that you'll be able to digest, or even let into in your mouth without wanting to throw up. Can you guess what it is, poppet?"

Of course I knew. I knew and I didn't want to say. "No," I mewled. "Please, no!" My stomach growled with hunger just thinking about it. I felt dizzy—the suggestion of it alone brought me right back to that feeling of submission. "Why do I—wanna drink it—so bad...?"

"I told you. Because you're now totally dependent on me, just like you wanted." Melony jiggled me up and down as she walked on through the hallway, nudging my little nub against her underboob. "You'd literally starve to death without my milk. I couldn't leave you with another woman even if I wanted to. You're more than a permanent little—you're almost like a funny little homunculus or parasite born from my body. You look like me, you're too little and weak to take care of yourself, and you live exclusively on my body fluid—you're nothing more than an extension of me, poppet."

My head swam with hot colors and my body got warm. I was an extension—of Melony? It was so wrong, but I could feel my squishy sub brain taking me over again. I felt embarrassed even thinking of Mummy by her first name when I wasn't even a proper, independent person anymore, never mind her boyfriend. I still wished I could be Mummy's boyfriend again. But I remembered thinking about how male angler fish became a part of the female's body, and how I wanted it to happen. Mummy had really given me what I asked for. Her big boobs swelled against me and I wanted to drink more.

"Will you feed me again, Mummy?" The words were out of my mouth before I could think about them.

"You've been a naughty boy," said Mummy, "so I'm going to need you to do me a favor and beg a little first."

I could almost taste her sweet milk on my tongue. "I'm sorry for being naughty, Mummy," I said automatically. "Pleeeease, Mummyyyy. Pleeeeese let me have milkies."

"Patience, child." Mummy opened up the door to the jacuzzi. "Here we are."

"What are you doing, Mummy?" I felt airheaded in the humid room, and couldn't pull my eyes off her moist cleavage.

Mummy sat me down in a kneeling position near the tub and took a seat in the water across from me, then raised her crossed legs out of the water to rest her feet right in front of me, close enough to nudge my skinny little leg. "Give me a foot massage, little one. Consider it a way to make it up to me."

I felt my tiny boner squirm as my sensitive little nose picked up the sweet, fruity scent of Mummy's feet. She had high arches and fashionable French tips that suited her mature toes. They looked so big and strong next to my shrimpy body, and ditzy thoughts passed through my head about how good my tiny dick would feel if she stomped on it. God, I'm such a little slut for Mummy... My horny, increasingly simple mind just wanted to kiss and hump them desperately, but I remembered Mummy's words: be warned that if you suddenly try to touch Mummy in a dirty way, there's another spanking in it for you! I got the feeling that Mummy was testing me by putting her sexy feet so close to me.

I reached out with both hands and grasped her right foot. Her skin was well-moisturized and soft, only showing its age in the most graceful of ways—a little wrinkle in the arch, a beauty spot on the ankle. My hands looked so little next to her feet and I was scared Mummy would notice how hard I was, but when I looked up, she was ignoring me, busy examining her fingernails. My face grew hot with shame; I was beneath Mummy's notice. Too little to be her man. I diligently worked my hands down her foot as she jostled her legs and wiggled her toes absently, each unconscious movement of hers relighting a flame of arousal in me. Not twenty-four hours ago, I had been making love to this gorgeous woman with her legs locked around my waist to pull me in deeper, all of her attention focused on me. Now, I was just her tiny foot slave, too small to service any other part of her, groveling at her toes and twitching with impotent sexual need at her every impatient and involuntary movement while she ignored me entirely. As I moved onto her left foot, Mummy's fingernails remained more worthy of her attention than I was. The sexual humiliation of my reduced stature hit me with every flutter of her pretty toes.

"Not much of a massage," Mummy said after I was done, glancing at me for the first time in twenty minutes with a judgey look in her eyes. "But with those noodle arms and weak little hands, it's no surprise." I blushed with shame. I was even too little for Mummy's feet.

"I'm sorry, Mummy." I gathered my courage, clasping my hands together bashfully in my kneeling position. "May I please kiss your toes, Mummy? Please." My desperate stiffy wouldn't let this moment go by without asking.

"Much more polite, little one. Well done! " Mummy smiled, stretching out her big toe towards me. "You may."

My little willy twitching naughtily, I leaned forward and pressed my little lips to Mummy's moist toe. It was warm against my sensitive lips, soft yet firm, and the scent of a woman's skin tickled my nose. I wished I could take the big, wet toe into my mouth and taste Mummy's flavor between her digits, but I knew it wasn't allowed. As adult thoughts were gradually forgotten in the mists of my childish submission, I couldn't believe someone like me had ever had sex with Mummy. I had gone from a big boy touching her boobs and putting my willy in her to a foot slave begging Mummy on my knees just to let me kiss her toe. Shyly, I let my tongue slip out to taste her mature skin for just a moment, and reluctantly drew back, looking down chastely at my hairless pink thighs as Mummy moved her feet back under the water and out of my sight.

"Good boy," she said. "You're just so adorable when you blush like that, honeybun. Now, I think it's time for your supper. Come over to Mummy now."

My heart leapt. Mummy's milk! I could already feel the frustration and resistance going poof in my head, like they had eaten up in a big, pink cloud of squishy, squirmy, subby feelings. As Mummy raised herself up to sit on the edge of the jacuzzi tub, I scampered over to her with desperate abandon, my soft sole nearly slipping on the wet floor. I realized I wasn't walking the same anymore—my plump belly was forcing my legs out into a toddler's waddle.

"Careful now, poppet! ...Goodness, what are you like? You should know better than to run on a wet tiles. You could've really hurt yourself! It's a good thing Mummy was here!" Mummy's practiced words, spoken with the automatic confidence of an experienced mother, stung what was left of my pride. Too little to walk I really was barely more than a baby now, unable to do anything unsupervised.

There was a hot, welling sensation in my tummy of hunger and submission that grew stronger and stronger as I toddled closer to Mummy. I had to look up at her sitting down now, and I froze like a Buneary in headlights at Mummy's sheer size and majesty: her dripping, swollen boobs, the folds of her slightly chubby tummy, her white expanse of thighs, and the haughty look she gave me as I stared up at her. She was like a huge, sensual giantess to me now, and I could barely remember how it felt to be bigger and stronger than her. I couldn't imagine being so big, so mature. As Mummy ran her fingers through her perfect hair and shook out the wet ends, like a shampoo model, raising her arms to expose the creases of her wet pits and making her lovely breasts bounce softly, her sheer womanly dominance, the deep smell of her warm, mature body wafting over me, made me wish I still knew how to assert myself like a man. I wanted to worship her and push her away all at the same time, but all I could do was stand on my tip toes and make myself taller so I didn't feel so puny, pouting at her like the tiny toddler I was. And she wasn't even looking at me, just fluffing up her hair! I suddenly wanted to mewl and cry so she'd pay attention to me. Why wasn't she looking at me when it was time for my dinner?

"Uhm...Mummy..." I squeaked shyly. "Mummy...? Can you let me...would you, uhm...?" Gosh, I felt so insecure around her.

"What are you waiting for? Don't you want to be fed?" said Mummy, noticing my hesitation and hoisting me up in a businesslike fashion. "Up into Mummy's arms, little one. Don't be a fusspot. Mummy doesn't have all night." Her tone was kind but brusque. When I was a man, I used to get the feeling I was always the one trying to please Mummy, while she stayed coolly confident, mysterious, and in control. Now that feeling was so much stronger: I was pathetically needy for my Mummy's milk, for her attention, but while I looked to her as my maternal goddess, she just saw me as a cute little kid she had to feed. She ruled her womanly emotions and her curvaceous, sensual body with perfect control while I was a vulnerable mess of desire and insecurity. The emotional distance between the mature mother and the blushing little boy with his legs dangling over her lap might've been bigger than the physical gap. Without the physical strength and sexual intensity of a man to mask it, my attention-seeking neediness was as annoying as any fussy toddler's. My infantile needs and impotent lust didn't even register as significant to this grown-up woman anymore. In the haze of my diminishing self-awareness, I realized that the storm of emotions I had been feeling all night was really just the simple needs of a simple child.

"Aren't you just the cutest little thing?" Mummy gripped my chubby cheek playfully and I giggled babyishly despite myself. "That's right, sweetie! Give your Mummy a big grin."

She made me feel good so easily! Bubbles of childish happiness popped in my little head, and I giggled and blushed as Mummy cradled me over her thighs, my feet kicking playfully over her arm. Last time I was on her lap in this room, I had been feeling awkward about my size. Now I felt awkward for the exact opposite reason. If Mummy's boobs had looked big before, now they seemed almost frighteningly colossal. They're probably bigger than me...! Mummy gazed down at me with firm yet gentle eyes as she guided her enormous, dripping nipple to my little rosebud of a mouth.

"Drink up, poppet."

In less than a second, I was in heaven. Mummy's warm nipple felt huge in my lips, and the sweet milk that squirted out filled me like it could never fill my grown-up body. I swallowed ravenously and still couldn't keep pace with the flow of gushing fluid, droplets escaping my mouth and dribbling over my chin. I placed a tiny hand on the huge, soft expanse of Mummy's boob, and her much larger one covered it protectively, squeezing my small fingers beneath hers. My head was empty, my thoughts chased away as I gulped down mouthful after mouthful of the only meal I would ever need. Involuntary whimpers of happiness slipped from my lips as my baby instincts took over and I suckled with the powerful thirst of an infant who doesn't care who knows how much he loves his Mummy's milk. The taste of Mummy's big nipple, the taste of Mummy's milk—my whole entire body felt like the milk was flowing through it and I was twitching and squirming with pleasure from my fingers down to my stubby little toes. Sounds went off in my head as all those squishy subby feelings came rushing in with the milkies. Just a little baby, just Mummy's little baby... I didn't care any more about how Mummy tricked me and manipplelate—manupula—played with my feelings. I just wanted to feel good.

Drinking Mummy's milk feels so good...being Mummy's nakie baby feels so good... My stiff willy was nuzzled up against Mummy's breasts like a big pillow as my lips pressed hotly against her nipple. I was so small that she could seriously suffocate me with her boobs. With each jet of milk, my willy twitched in the cocoon of Mummy's flesh, my small, ecstatic body squirming with hot, sweet waves of pleasure that could never be satisfied. I thought about how once I had shot my load all over Mummy's huge boobs—thought about the grown-up excitement to see Mummy's lovely breasts marked by my potent fluids. Never again. Instead, I was the one sucking up her bodily juices, my once-proud cock reduced to a tiny, infertile, and overstimulated nub. Just like Mummy promised, I had shot out all my manhood, and in return I had received a black hole of hunger that would always need more and never be full. I could suckle and suckle and suckle, but it would never give me my cummies back. I was just pulled deeper into the soft, dependent prison of my new life.

I never wanted the milk to stop, but eventually, Mummy pulled her huge nipple out of my hungry lips and I whined softly, pouting. My head was foggy and lusty and it felt too hard to make words about it. Mummy just looked down at me and rocked me back and forth.

"My adorable baby boy," Mummy said, "always and forever." She pulled me closer and kissed me gently.

My mind went blank as she made contact. I couldn't resist—Mummy's big, soft lips were right against mine. My tongue slipped out, wanting to kiss her like a man. Mummy drew back as she felt the invasive little thing, looking at me pointedly.

"I'm sorry, Mummy," I stammered automatically.

"What did I tell you about trying to touch Mummy without permission?"

"S-Sorry," I repeated.

"Mummy's lips aren't your plaything, little one." She placed a giant finger against my lips. "Yours, on the other hand..."

Mummy hoisted me up and kissed me again, aggressively, her tongue sliding wetly into my little mouth. At first, I was happy, until it became obvious what she was doing. Her huge mouth smacked sloppily around my pink, sensitive little lips, slurping and sucking, her warm breath blowing into me, her giant tongue completely filling up the shallow cavity. My own tongue was too small and weak to respond in any way besides squirm under the ministrations of Mummy's much bigger one. Her hot saliva coated my little teeth and dribbled over my cheeks and chin. The familiar taste of her was so much stronger as to be unbearable—I was being suffocated. My head tilted back as my jaw was forced completely open for Mummy's full access. This wasn't a kiss between a man and his girlfriend. It was a show of dominance. I was being told that it was no longer my choice whether or not I wanted to be Mummy's helpless little. My slutty lips didn't have the power to resist her, and my child's tongue had no way to keep up with the sensual demands of a woman's kiss. Fear and arousal mingled in me, my tiny dick straining with excitement as I stopped trying to respond, closing my eyes and going limp in Mummy's arms. Her tongue plunged hotly into me, so deep I nearly gagged, writhing and curling as she marked my mouth as her own, my overstimulated body quivering in her hands.

No Diaper End

As Mummy broke the kiss, a sob of defeat escaped my lips. "Do you understand now, baby?" Mummy's hot breath tickled my ear as she whispered into it. "Grown-up kisses just aren't suitable for you."

The next several minutes passed in a haze as Mummy carried me off and washed us both up again in preparation for bed. After cleaning us both, she put on a dressing gown while I sat naked on the bathroom floor, gazing up at the huge world around me, my eyes reflexively closing with sudden tiredness. My tiny body was exhausted after the day's events, and I couldn't wait to rest. As Mummy walked down the hallway, jostling me in her arms, I noticed that we passed the bedroom.

"Where are we going, Mummy?"

"Your new bedroom, poppet..."

"My new room..." A sting of shame brought out a flush in my cheeks. I had been demoted from even sleeping in the same room as Mummy.

"That's right," said Mummy. "Here we are!" Swinging open the door, Mummy presented me with a child's bedroom—no, not a child's. A girl's. My eyes burned with humiliation as I took in the flood of pinks and purples that covered everything from the clothes I could see hanging in the closet to the Fairy Princess Ponyta duvet with a matching plush toy sat on top.

"Mummy," I protested, "this is a girl's room!"

"Sorry, little one," said Mummy, laying me down face up on the child-sized bed, "but after raising three sons I wanted to try something different. Don't you worry your adorable little head about it."

"I'm not a girl..." Mummy just ignored me as she fished around the pocket of her gown. I looked up at her, feeling amazed at how big and pretty she looked in her white fluffy gown. I could feel my grown-up thoughts going away since I was too tired to try and hold onto them. Then Mummy took out a little pink object. I knew it was a grown-up toy, and I forgot what its name was, but for some reason it made me feel scared. "What's that, Mummy?"

"It's called a chastity device, poppet. I do not want you playing with yourself while I'm gone, and I'm afraid I don't trust you to be a good little boy tonight."

"B-But I don't wanna," I whined. "It doesn't work anyway! I don't need it!"

Mummy ignored my squalling, and I felt cold metal against my crotch as my weewee was enveloped in a tiny cage, and heard a click as my pink prison was locked up. Every grown-up privilege was taken from me. It's not fair, 'snot fair... I sat up on the bed, my feet dangling over the side, and looked down at my cage. I was too tired to cry but felt so mad inside as my willy pushed against the metal.

Leaving me to pout, Mummy went to the closet and rooted around for a few moments. She came back grinning at me, holding a little pink nightdress. She was putting me in girls' clothes!

"No!" I shook my head. "Don't wanna wear pink!"

"I promise you'll feel adorable, poppet. Won't you be a cute little girl for Mummy for a bit?" She leant down and I saw her boobies in the gown again. They were so big I wanted to cry. I couldn't resist Mummy.

Sniffling, I raised my arms and let Mummy place the nightdress over my head. "'Snot fair, Mummy," I said. "I'm not a girl."

Mummy placed a hand on my arm as she bent over to look right into my eyes. "But it makes me happy, little one. Isn't that enough for you?"

I looked down at the feminine frills of my nightdress. It was like something a girly girl would wear in an old movie. I felt like I was Mummy's dress-up doll. Being Mummy's doll... I liked to think about that. "I guess, if it's for Mummy..." I mumbled.

"Good girl." Mummy picked me up again and tucked me into bed. "Now, we'll have a big shopping day for you tomorrow, so get plenty of sleep, okay? I know this has been a hard day for you, so if you're well-behaved tomorrow, Mummy will get you a toy."

"Fank you," I murmured sleepily. "I love you, Mummy."

Mummy bent down and kissed me softly, first on the lips and then on the forehead. "I love you too, poppet. Sweet dreams." Handing me my Ponyta stuffie, Mummy patted my little head and then made to leave. A burst of grown-up longing stirred in my cage as I watched her big butt moving back and forth until she turned off the lights, and finally, left me alone.

Just like I wanted. Mummy didn't know, but I couldn't sleep because I had to make plans. I had to think about how to make Mummy my girlfriend again before all my grown-up thoughts went away. Waiting until Mummy was far away, I turned on my little purple lamp and hopped out of bed, feeling very naughty. There were some kids' books in my room so I thought I'd read them to keep my thinking good but when I opened them they were full of symbols I didn't know. Too little to read... I wished Mummy were here to read them to me.

I had another idea. Mummy said she wanted to make me girly because she was sick of boys, so maybe she would want to be my girlfriend again if I acted super girly. I went to the full-length mirror. I hadn't seen myself for a little while and I was even smaller than last time. I looked just like a toddler girl with my long white hair and my pink nightdress. I put one foot behind the other foot and did a curtsy, giggling. I would do it for Mummy tomorrow. Then I did a ballerina pose with my hands up, standing on tippy toes. Finally, I did a ballerina twirl and giggled as I fell on my little butt.

I looked down at my feet and made my toes wiggle. My toes and soles were soft and sticky now that I'm little 'cos they don't have the hard bits grown-ups get from walking around. I thought it was cool so I pulled my foot to my mouth and sucked my toes. They tasted funny and I moved them around in my mouth!

Then I realized I was acting like a baby and spat my toes out. I was so dumb for doing that instead of thinking about how to be Mummy's boyfriend again. If I acted girly any more I was gonna start acting like a baby again so I ran back to bed and turned off the light and hugged my fairy pink Ponyta. I sucked my thumb again but it's okay 'cos I couldn't think as good without that since I'd get scared.

I'm a grown-up man, I thought over and over. I can fink about grown-up fings. Like for example, I thought about Mummy in her room, naked with her big boobs out and playing with her grown-up toys that made her woman parts feel good, but I was stuck sucking my thumb and wearing a dress in this stupid pink girl's room, and my willy wanted to get hard but it couldn't because Mummy had locked me up. I humped my Ponyta stuffie angrily. Too little to cum—I heard Mummy's voice. I thought about how I would make her cum with my grown-up willy. Too wittle to be Mummy's man. My stupid tiny locked up willy ached thinking about how I can't please Mummy anymore. I useta be able to and now I can't and it makes me feel good. Dun wanna fink about it I hafta get big again and I hafta to fink about dat. But I couldn't think. Too wittle to fink. Too wittle, too wittle, too wittle!

Too wittle to do anyfing wifout Mummy.

Diaper End

Suddenly, in my lustful terror, a hot and satisfying sensation of release overcame my erect dicklet. For a wonderful moment, I thought I'd cum, but as Mummy gasped and finally released my lips, I realized that I was just peeing all over her breasts. To my embarrassment, I couldn't stop the flow at all. My infant's finger of a peepee squirted carelessly as I watched it, as if mocking me. The faintly bitter smell of my urine wafted through the room as the liquid dribbled down Mummy's cleavage. Mummy didn't even look angry, only amused, which made me feel worse. I had wanted Mummy's boobs to be coated in my cum like before, but instead I just peed on them like a silly baby without even noticing what I was doing.

"I'm sorry, Mummy...I c-can't stop it...I can't stop peeing..." Every vestige of masculine self-control was gone. I couldn't even manage my bodily functions. Tears of defeat rolled down my face as Mummy just laughed and laughed at the stream of piss I was raining uncontrollably onto the rosy pink skin of her breasts.

"Goodness me...! It's been a long while since I had to put up with this! You really are a baby!"

The next several minutes passed in a haze as Mummy carried me away to wash us both up again in preparation for bed. After cleaning us both, she put on a dressing gown while I sat naked on the bathroom floor, gazing up at the huge world around me, my eyes reflexively closing with sudden tiredness. My tiny body was exhausted after the day's events and couldn't wait to rest. As Mummy walked down the hallway, jostling me in her arms, I noticed that we passed the bedroom.

"Where are we going, Mummy?"

"Your new bedroom, poppet..."

"My new room..." A sting of shame brought out a flush in my cheeks. I had been demoted from even sleeping in the same room as Mummy.

"Mummy," I protested, "this is a girl's room!"

"Sorry, little one," said Mummy, "but after raising three sons I wanted to try something different. Don't you worry your adorable little head about it." She carried me over to an unfamiliar piece of furniture, which I realized was a changing table for infants, and placed me on my back. "Time to get you ready for bed, sweetie." My heart skipped a beat as from under the table she produced a diaper, and with a quick movement, grasped both my tiny heels in one hand to lift my bottom and slide it beneath me.

"Mummy!" I cried, cheeks burning with the endless humiliation. "I don't need diapers!" I tried to squirm away, but Mummy held my feet in place easily.

"Don't be silly, sweetie," replied Mummy. "You couldn't even stop yourself peeing on Mummy! But first..."

From the pocket of her gown, Mummy took out a little pink object. I knew it was a grown-up toy, and I forgot what its name was, but for some reason it made me feel scared. "What's that, Mummy?"

"It's called a chastity device, poppet. I do not want you playing with yourself while I'm gone, and I'm afraid I don't trust you to be a good little boy tonight."

"B-But I don't wanna," I whined. "It doesn't work anyway! I don't need it!"

Mummy ignored my squalling, and I felt cold metal against my crotch as my tiny cocklet was enveloped in a tiny cage, and heard a click as my pink prison was locked up. Every grown-up privilege was taken from me. It's not fair, 'snot fair... I was too tired to cry but felt so mad inside as my willy pushed against the metal.

A sweet smell blew up my nose as Mummy spread baby powder around my boy parts. I looked up at Mummy, feeling amazed at how big and pretty she looked in her white fluffy gown. I could feel my grown-up thoughts going away since I was too tired to try and hold onto them. I just knew I had to try and remember that Mummy was supposed to be my girlfriend. But as the straps of the diaper closed around me, I just felt more and more like a baby.

Patting my diaper, Mummy picked me up and moved me to sit on the bed, my feet dangling over the side. I looked down and saw that Fairy Princess Ponyta was on my diaper too. I scowled. I wasn't a girl!

Leaving me to pout, Mummy went to the closet and rooted around for a few moments. She came back grinning at me, holding a little pink nightdress. She was putting me in girls' clothes!

"No!" I shook my head. "Don't wanna wear pink!"

Sniffling, I raised my arms and let Mummy place the nightdress over my head. "'Snot fair, Mummy," I said. "I'm not a girl."

Mummy placed a hand on my arm as she bent over to look right into my eyes. "But it makes me happy, little one. Isn't that enough for you?"

"Fank you," I murmured sleepily. "I love you, Mummy."

I had another idea. Mummy said she wanted to make me girly because she was sick of boys, so maybe she would want to be my girlfriend again if I acted super girly. I went to the full-length mirror. I hadn't seen myself for a little while and I was even smaller than last time. I looked just like a toddler girl with my long hair and my pink nightdress and Princess Ponyta diaper. I put one foot behind the other foot and did a curtsy, giggling. I would do it for Mummy tomorrow. Then I did a ballerina pose with my hands up, standing on tippy toes. Finally, I did a ballerina twirl and giggled as I fell on my diapered butt. I saw Ponyta on my diaper and it made me smile.

I looked down at my feet and made my toes wiggle. My toes and soles are soft and sticky now that I'm little 'cos they don't have the hard bits grown-ups get from walking around. I thought it was cool so I pulled my foot to my mouth and sucked my toes. They tasted funny and I moved them around in my mouth!

I'm a grown-up man, I thought over and over. I can fink about grown-up fings. Like for example, I thought about Mummy in her room, naked with her big boobs out and playing with her grown-up toys that made her woman parts feel good, but I was stuck sucking my thumb and wearing a diaper in this stupid pink girl's room, and my willy wanted to get hard but it couldn't because Mummy had locked me up. I humped my Ponyta stuffie angrily. Too little to cum—I heard Mummy's voice. I thought about how I would make her cum with my grown-up willy. Too wittle to be Mummy's man. My stupid tiny locked up willy ached thinking about how I can't please Mummy anymore. I useta be able to and now I can't and it makes me feel good. Dun wanna fink about it I hafta get big again and I hafta to fink about dat. But I couldn't think. Too wittle to fink. Too wittle, too wittle, too wittle!

I felt something coming in my diaper and got excited but I was just going pee. I sucked my thumb and felt sad and smelt my dirty smell. I'm just too wittle to do anyfing now.

Too wittle to do anyfing wifout Mummy.

Nurse the Inner Child

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