    Mommy Will Be Home Soon

    A sweet tale of a special journey

    Part 1

    "Mommy will be home soon, sweetie"

    Pat 's hand was shaking as he put down the phone. It was a warm Friday
    afternoon and he had taken the day off work to fix a few things around
    the house. He had worked hard all day, and now he had something
    wonderful to look forward to.

    Pat and Sally had started playing their games a few years before. The
    trigger was a fancy dress party held by Ursula, one of Sally's best
    friends.

    Sally had gone as a nurse's aide - it was her first job after leaving
    school, and her old uniform still fit perfectly. After much discussion
    and rejection of alternatives, and after Sally had overcome Pat's
    considerable embarrassment, Pat had gone as a baby.

    He had got out of the car at the party feeling very conspicuous. He had
    some dignity, he thought, and didn't relish the thought of being
    probably the only baby amongst the collection of other exotic personas.

    As it was, he was the only baby, and he had a ball. His chubby face and
    small stature complemented the simple costume of a thick white towel as
    a diaper below, and one of Sally's printed pyjama tops above. Pat soon
    found himself very popular with the women at the gathering. He was
    clucked and cooed over by both the older and younger women. Many of the
    couples they knew at the time were yet to produce children, and 'little
    Pattie' as Sally had announced him (or her - Pat wasn't too sure
    whether his gender had survived the change of appearance) was the
    highlight of the evening. For his part, Pat had had no objection to the
    attention of these sweet-smelling, giggling women. He found himself
    joining in with all the jokes about diaper changing, and even feeling
    pleasantly aroused. Nothing like being close to women, he thought
    happily.

    The wine flowed along with the jokes, and when some of the more
    enthusiastic women managed to pull down Pat's 'diaper', he went along
    with the subsequent removal, to the general hilarity of the women
    present, of the briefs he wore under the pinned bath-towel.

    'Babies don't wear underpants!' laughed one of Sally's workmates as Pat
    was 'de-briefed' and rediapered in the approved fashion.

    Most of the other guys at the party ignored the squealing and giggling
    going on around Pat, and probably felt somewhat safer in their
    gladiator or fireman's outfits.

    Pat was quite drunk but the time they left. He had been sucking
    Drambuie from a baby bottle someone had found for him. Sally, who as
    usual had left the party significantly more sober than Pat, drove home.
    Pat, asleep in the seat next to her, was mumbling and drooling
    slightly. Sally looked at him and thought how cute he looked. With a
    grin, she picked up the adult size pacifier pinned by a ribbon to his
    top, and popped it in his mouth. Sally had found the item at a novelty
    counter a few months before and had bought it as a laugh without really
    knowing when she would find an opportunity to use it. It had been quite
    a hit at the party, with Pat having to demonstrate his prowess at
    speaking with it between his lips. Pat's mumbling and drooling stopped
    as sucked gently at the latex teat. His young wife shifted in her seat,
    and let one hand drop into her crotch. She found the thought of Pattie
    as a helpless infant, sucking his (or her, she thought with a sudden
    pleasant thrill) pacifier, a real turn-on. Feeling quite shameless, she
    pulled back her nurse's skirt, slid her fingers inside her panties and
    stroked herself to a series of delicious orgasms as they drove on.

    Once home, Sally led her waddling, sleepy husband inside. She wasn't
    really surprised to find Pat had wet his diaper. He was prone to
    accidents of that sort when drunk.

    Sally felt very naughty as she rediapered the unknowing Pat with
    another big white towel before settling him into bed. She cuddled up to
    her babified husband, and was soon as out to it as he was.

    The next morning, Pat was awakened hung over and grumpy. He complained
    about being put to bed in his diaper, and complained even more when he
    found the other towel, wet, on the bathroom floor.

    'Sally, I'm sorry I wet that stupid thing - I was drunk - but you
    didn't have to put another one on me,' he said, trying to slide the
    tightly pinned folds from his loins.

    'Well, you were very wet, baby,' said Sally with a smile, 'and I wasn't
    going to let my baby have another big accident in bed, was I?'

    Pat grunted something unintelligible.

    Sally helped Pat off with his diaper, then, at Sally's suggestion, the
    two returned to bed and made love. Despite his sore head, Pat found
    himself enjoying Sally's continuation of the previous evening's role
    play. He found the combination of infantile treatment and adult
    lovemaking intoxicating, although he kept that news to himself. Pat
    fell in willingly with Sally's baby talk, and enjoyed the best sex they
    had experienced in their young marriage.