[#245] New Years Newborn

I looked up at Martha with a sinking feeling in my stomach.  The past few months had been getting harder and harder, ever since she found that website on my computer.  Before that day, we had a normal relationship.  Husband and wife.  Ordinary, even!  I hated it back then, but now I realized how I had taken it for granted.

"Seriously, Martha," I muttered.  My voice had grown so quiet, so shy.  I used to scream.  Demand things!  Those days were gone. "I don't want this... for the thousandth time, I don't want this..."

"Oh hush with your fussing, it's a new decade and you are absolutely going to be my New Years New Born and I'm just not going to hear anything else about it, you hear?"

I heard. I listened. Time was, I'd have laughed, told her no, told her that I didn't listen to her demands. But when she was absolute like this, her demands might well have been gospel nowadays.

"This is too far," I tried again. "I'm not wearing that." 

That, of course, was the large adult diaper she was holding in her hands.  The dress-up games had grown steadily worse.  Panties to skirts to frilly dresses.  But a diaper?

"Please, all our friends will be here... please, please..." Tears filled my eyes.  I never used to cry... I used to be such a big strong man.

"And that's going to save you all the angst and stress of telling everybody one-by-one about your new found sense of calm and serenity, isn't it?"

I didn't want that, though! I wanted the opposite of that, I wanted nobody to know. I rubbed tears from my eyes and shook my head, but she pointed to the bed and I trudged toward it like a man on death row. Or maybe it was death row for my manhood, more accurately.

She diapered me with a fierce expertise.  We never had children, so how did she get so good at it?  I should have said no.  Fought back.  But the last time I refused her - months ago - she threatened to leave me.  Either we played this game her way, or she would find someone with less perverted thoughts.  Back then, maybe I would have had the strength to let her go.  But now?  No matter what she did to me, she made it worth it.  She had cemented her place in my life.  I needed her.  Like... like a baby needs his Mommy.

"There we go," she smiled, draping the sash over my chest.  I opened my mouth to protest, but she popped a giant pacifier between my lips.  This couldn't be happening...

There was nothing for it, was there? There was no fighting her, there was no getting out of this, there was no calming her down or talking her out of it. There was no stopping her inviting everybody here, or from marching me into the hall to take some pictures before 'my big debut'. 

"There's my little one, come on now, chest out, hands on hips, you're SO proud to be the New Years New Born, oh yes you are, yes you are."

She baby talked to me, and I sighed, taking my pose. 

2020 was going to be one heck of a year.