Lesbian Nightmare 3062 words "Stop dreaming, it's not biologically possible!" Karen laughed at her lover's maternal desires. Her hand stroked Margaret thigh, an impish glint in her eye. Margaret moodily pushed it away. "Who says I've got to conceive..?" "Well, they don't allow lesbians to adopt, not yet anyway." Karen languidly stretched her bronzed naked body on the crumpled sheets. "I'm not talking about adoption, do you remember George?" Karen laughed. "That creature you brought back from work, our 'slave' for a week. That was fun!" "Do you think someone like that could be our baby?" A frown appeared on Karen's face. "Could you please explain yourself?" "A grown male baby, silly. Even better than a slave. Lots of men like to dress up, and be treated as babies." "Why?" Asked Karen. "Because their perverts, Darling. Like George was." Margaret jumped off the bed and threw open the curtains. "Let's get one, shall we?" "It doesn't sound much fun, pampering to a sick overgrown infant who actually enjoys being washed, fed and having his smelly nappies changed." Karen pouted at the thought. "We could try and find a baby girl?" "No way!" Smiled Margaret. "I wouldn't be able to trust you one inch! Anyway, a man baby would be much more interesting; just imagine all the suffering you could heap on him, like you did with George." Her eyes lit up. "Why not George? He'd be back tomorrow if invited." "Maybe George doesn't want to be our baby?" Replied Karen. Margaret leantover the bed and kissed her. "George, my Darling; wouldn't have much say in the matter, now would he?" Karen giggled, pulling Margaret on top of her. George worked for Margaret at her Dry Cleaning business as a driver. He was a 29 year old bachelor who absolutely adored his boss and nearly swooned with excitement at the invitation. Margaret gave him a shopping list and some money. "Don't bother turning up unless you've procured every item on that list, take the afternoon off and don't be late this evening, understand?" At precisely six, he arrived. Karen waving him inside. "Did you get everything?" "Yes Mistress Karen," he looked nervous. "Except the rubber pants, I couldn't find them anywhere." "Well! I hope the plastic pants didn't prove a problem," Margaret replied sarcastically. Relieved, George pulled them out of their paper wrapper. "Do you know who they're for," smiled Karen. "No.." "For you Silly. You're going to be our baby!" Karen's mirth increased as the colour drained out of his face. He'd thought the shopping request was bizarre, but not in his worst dreams.... He bolted for the door, and after a brief attempt to open it turned on his two grinning tormentresses. "Let me out please, I don't want to play this game." Perspiration beaded on his forehead while Karen started unwrapping the packages. He froze on the spot as Margaret unbuttoned his shirt. "Of course you do. Just imagine being cared for all the time by Karen and me, what more could a big boy like you want?" George watched helplessly as his clothes fell away. She tugged his underpants down, his swollen cock springing free. "See!" Margaret exclaimed. "You don't want to leave, do you?" George shook his head, meekly allowing her to lead him to the bathroom where Karen, wearing only a long rubber apron, had prepared a warm basin of water. Ten minutes later, all pubic hair had been removed from his penis, scrotum and anus. "There!" Karen giggled. "He's looking like a baby now. Do you want a bottle now?" It wasn't really a choice, Margaret pushed the rubber nipple between his lips and threatened a flogging if it wasn't finished in three minutes. While he laboured with the tiny orifice, heavy cream was applied to his burning groin, followed by a nappy. George watched with amazement as Karen pinned up the sides. "All men should wear a nappy, don't you think so Darling?" "They're so much easier to control, so docile, helpless like real babies." echoed Margaret who replaced the empty bottle with a full one. "When did you last wet your pants, George?" "When I was a child, I suppose." "Are you looking forward to doing it again?" Goaded Margaret. He shivered with fear. "Err no, yes Mistress.." "Not Mistress, I'm your Mummy, and Karen is Nanny. All babies have a Mummy and a Nanny. Now stand up and show Mummy and Nanny how you wet your pants." His nappy and plastic pants felt heavy and warm, but not uncomfortable. It disturbed him that he found the humiliation so arousing, his cock bursting under the thick layers. "I can't Mummy, I'm too excited." His eyes wavered between the women, Karen reaching up to the shelves above her; a scalpel appeared in her hand. "That nasty cock is proving to be a problem. Nanny's got a sure method of curing that!" While Margaret fingernails dug into his shoulders, Karen pushed a hand under the leg elastic and painfully hauled out his erection. George's legs collapsed as he screamed with fear and pain, Karen's grip increasing on his member to maintain control, his terror painting a fixed smile on her face. "You don't really need this, do you?" He froze as she held the cold steel against his penis, which was rapidly deflating in size. "Please..." Her calculated response was to draw the blade lightly across his skin, he couldn't see but felt a light stinging sensation, his terror heightened by Margaret white face staring speechless at his crotch. Still smiling, Karen displayed her fingers which were stained with blood. "Just a little nick this time, but after all; I'm in a good mood. Are you ready to wet your nappy now?" George cleared the plates from the lunch table and returned to knee in front of Margaret chair. "Mummy, I'm wet, very wet." His voice cracked with nervousness at his forward behaviour. Margaret heaved him upright, pushing him backwards onto the table. While Karen leant over him, Margaret stripped the plastic pants off and removed the nappy. "You're first nappy change, are you enjoying it?" Teased Karen. "What happen's to the dirty boy now?” “I think that this baby needs a good spanked bottom,” Margaret held out the wet nappy and pushed it into his face. “George, when you were a real baby and you wet your nappy, your mummy didn’t spank you, did she?” Karen giggled. George’s muffled voice sounded beneath the rancid cloth. “No, I didn’t think so, no mother would spank their baby for wetting a nappy, after all, that is what you expect a baby to do.” “But this baby has grown into a man who has not learned control yet,” joined in Karen, her mouth was set in a grim line. “The only way to treat him is with pain and humiliation.” She stretched over to her girlfriend and planted a kiss on her lips. “Don’t you agree darling?” “Absolutely Sweetheart,” replied Margaret. “The penalty for wetting one’s pants is a beating, don’t you agree George?” He looked thunderstruck and stuck his thumb in his mouth, sucking it furiously. “Look, the poor soul is shaking! I really am looking forward to this!” Without further ado, both woman easily turned the quaking man over onto his stomach where Karen planted her bare bottom on his neck while Margaret produced a table tennis bat. “This is going to hurt you a lot more than me!” She laughed. The blows started raining down and the yowls and yells started reverberating around the room. As her arm started to get tired, Margaret happily handed over the bat to her lover. The blows turned poor Georges buttocks from white to rosy pink and finally into deep red. Even his howls had died away to just a pathetic whimper when Karen eventually threw the bat to one side. They made him knee in front of them and kiss their toes in gratitude for receiving such loving attention. “Good boy!” Cooed Margaret. “You can go and lie down now and nurse that sore bottom of yours.” George wiped his eyes with a hand and crawled away, embarrassed by the two women undressing each other behind his back. “You know that you are not allowed to use the toilet, don’t you?” George looked up from his kneeling position at Karen who was naked and squatting on the loo. “But I soon will want to pee, err... Nanny.” “Well, we can’t have any accidents on the floor. You will just have to go back into a nappy, that’s all.” George looked like he was going to erupt into tears. “That’s not fair!” He cried. “If I wet myself, I’ll get a beating!” Karen laughed and leaned forward to caress his face. “Ahh, poor baby. Life’s just not fair. And you’ll only get a beating if Margaret and I think that you deserve a beating. Now pass me that toilet roll and watch how real grown up people do it.” Margaret had turned the spare bedroom into George’s nursery by putting a rubber sheet on the bed and moving all his Ôbaby things’ through there. Karen pushed the bare man in front of her and made him lie on the rubber sheeted bed. Margaret came in and waved a paper bag in their faces. “Look what I’ve just got from the chemist...” She let Karen peep in. “Just what the doctor ordered, don’t you think?” Karen giggled. “That really will make him smell like a baby! How many do we put in?” “I asked the pharmacist and she advised a maximum of one. So I suggest that about three should do it, don’t you think?” They both burst out laughing this time as George suddenly realized what they were talking about. Margaret removed three of the suppositories from the cellophane wrapper while Karen put her rubber gloves on and opened the Vaseline pot. “Knees up to your chest Baby, and open them wide... That’s good. Now you really do look like a helpless baby, don’t you?” Karen sat on the bed and lubricated his anus with the petroleum jelly. “Now little one, I am just going to insert these three tiny tablets into your bottom. It won’t hurt and later it will do our baby a lot of good.” George groaned as each pastel was pushed deep inside him. Fresh tears were rolling down his cheeks as he realized what ÔMummy’ and ÔNanny’ had in store for him. Margaret seemed to read his mind. “Poor Baby!” She pushed a disposable nappy under his bottom and taped it together. “Don’t you worry about a thing. Soon you will want to go to the toilet and I want you to come and ask me or Nanny permission to use the loo. That’s being fair, isn’t it?” George seemed a little mollified by that idea but even dared to question Margaret’s sincerity. “I will be able to go to the toilet?” Margaret’s eyes clouded over and she slapped his face. “How dare you challenge me?” George yelped and put his hands together. “Please Mummy, please forgive me?” Margaret melted under his pitiful gaze and smiled at him. “Of course I will. What sort of Mummy would force her baby to soil his pants when there are so many potties in the house? Eh?” George appeared mollified by her tone and lifted his bottom dutifully as she placed and pinned a heavy terry nappy in place over the disposable. Finally, Karen fitted a thick pair of clear plastic pants over the whole bulky affair. Margaret left the room and returned almost immediately with a heavy linen garment that had various leather straps hanging off it. “They use them in lunatic asylums to keep the inmates helpless. Such a good idea, don’t you think Karen?” “Excellent idea Darling. Ideal for use with nappies as well.” Karen opened up the garment and held it up in front of George. “Come on Baby. In you get..” Nervously, George slotted his arms into the straight jacket. Karen pulled the straps around the back and buckled him up tight. He was now totally helpless and could only move his legs below his thick padded nappy. “How do you feel?” Margaret asked. George looked sheepish for a few moments. “Bit like a baby, I suppose,” he mumbled. Another slap, this time from Karen reminded him of his manners. “Sorry Mummy, Nanny. I feel very well and am happy to be your baby.” “Good! Now we have a special treat for you. Come, into the bedroom..” “Are you comfortable?” George was not but that wasn’t really Karen’s concern. They had fastened a rubber ball gag into his mouth that was so effective that he was having problem breathing! He had been made to sit at the end of the bed where his waist was fastened to the bedstead and his legs were spread painfully open by two cords pulled tight under the bed. Mummy and Nanny were both naked and sipping champagne at the other end of the bed. Both of them were laughing and giggling at their handiwork and soon their touches and caresses had the glasses discarded and their limbs entwined within each other. George had no choice but to take the full scene in. They left nothing to the imagination and soon Karen’s head was tucked between Margaret’s thighs. George however, soon had other pressing matters on his mind as a powerful cramp rolled across his belly. Gosh! He really wanted to pooh and right at the moment their was little he could do to get the passionate lovers attention. He tried to shout through the gag but no noise came out and he was so tightly tied up that he could hardly move his torso at all. But Margaret promised him! She promised that when he wanted to go to the toilet, she would let him! “Look Karen, our baby is really enjoying the show, he is sweating all over!” George was, rivers of perspiration were tracking down his face as he fought against the pressures of nature working away deep within his bowels.Suddenly it was all over and he erupted loudly into his nappy. Once it started, he couldn’t stop it and he relaxed and let his body’s force’s have their own way. The lovers stopped what they were doing and looked across at the trussed adult infant at the end of the bed. “I think that our baby has just gone and crapped in his nappy,” said Karen. She crawled up to George and sniffed him, a look of disgust of her face. “Just as I thought. He has pooed in his pants. How could you baby? Especially after we promised you the toilet if you told us?” “You dirty boy,” Margaret whispered in his face. “Part of your punishment is too just stay there for a few hours so you can feel just what a dirty, smelly brat you really are.” “Have you thought about your punishment yet?” Karen untied the cords that had bound his legs to the bed and helped him to his feet. George still had the gag planted firmly in his mouth was unable to communicate with his Nanny. He stumbled as his feet made contact with the floor and Karen had to use all her strength to support him. “Poor Baby, your muscles are all stiff after five hours in one position. You must be feeling miserable arn’t you?” Indeed he was. He was tired, sore, dirty and cold. They had left the window open so he didn’t Ôsmell up the place’. “Follow me to the bathroom. Mummy is there with a special treat for you...” He waddled after her, still with the straight jacket on which was effecting his overall mobility. Karen let him pass her at the bathroom, reaching behind him and squeezing the mess in the seat of his nappy. “Hello Baby!” George was surprised by Margaret’s dress as he entered the bathroom . She was dressed head to toe in a red rubber nurse’s uniform. “I bought it just for you, what do you think?” Even if he could have told her, he was more concerned about his coming humiliation. Nurse Margaret pointed at the tiled floor. “Lie down here..?” Shaking, he did as he was bade and both girls knelt on the floor either side of him. The plastic pants came off first, followed by the terry nappy that was wet and stained. “Drop it over his face. I don’t want to see his ugly face,” said Margaret grimly. Karen happily did as she was bade, grinding it in at the same time. Next, from under the rancid cloth, George felt the sticky tapes being torn open on his disposable and the front being pulled down. “What a dirty baby...” Grimaced Karen, covering her nose with a hand. “What can you expect from a man?” stated Margaret. “They are all babies and I am happy to keep our man in his nappies for the rest of his life. As you can see, he is totally helpless and cannot even control his own body functions. Pass me that bowl of water and I’ll clear up this mess..” “What punishment for this man?” Karen asked, slightly surprised that Margaret had already pinned him up into a new thick nappy. “Look at him Darling, is he not undergoing punishment at the moment?” The rubber covered nurse pointed at the infant adult weeping on the floor. ”He has a gag in his mouth, so he cannot talk like an adult. He will be in nappies 24 hours a day, every day. He will not be allowed the use of his hands and will be dependent on us for every need. No toilet, no meals. As you can see, he cannot even wipe his own bottom! I think for now, that is punishment enough. But..” Margaret shrugged. “If you want to beat him, go ahead...” Karen looked down at the pathetic creature on the floor. “Yes Darling, you are right. I will have to save my energy for the rest of his care. It seems almost to good to be true. A real baby to keep us happy for the rest of our days.” They both caressed each other before pulling a fresh pair of waterproof pants over his nappy.