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.