What A Babysitter! - Part 7

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The next morning Betty talked him into making pancakes. It was nice that she was in there fixing a breakfast drink simultaneously. After he had finished his drink, he only had room for a couple of pancakes. She put away five. He never wondered why she never drank the same drink that he did. She disappeared while he washed the dishes. He decided to vacuum the floor throughout the house. Betty had mentioned that they needed it. He cleaned the bathroom next.

Betty returned and helped him fix chicken salad for lunch. As they were finishing, she reminded me that aerobics started at 3. He cleaned up the dishes and changed into his leotard and aerobics shoes. They arrived about fifteen minutes early and Holly was already there. “I was hoping that you would be a little early Martha. I wanted to show you those breast toning exercises.” Mark felt a little self-conscious doing breast-enhancing exercises in front of an ever-expanding group of women waiting for aerobics to begin.

The exercises certainly made him aware of his chest. Finally, Holly stopped. “If you do about fifty of those a day, your tits will always be firm. That’s particularly important for big-breasted women like us.” Big-breasted women, did she mean him?

Granted his tits did seem to be growing, but that was an illusion wasn’t it? He had not had to use inserts since those first two days, but they still fit his bra. Aerobics started. Mark was even more aware of the feel and movement of his chest. Was Betty right?

Was this changing him into a feminine freak? He did a little better this week, but it was still obvious that these women were more physically fit than he was. He was still panting heavily when Betty came over. “Let’s go take a shower.” “You mean at home, of course.” She gave him a harsh look. “I compromised last week and we did it your way. I’m ready to shower now. I’ve brought us some clothes to change into afterward. Look the showers are stalls, with a dressing area attached.

No one will see anything.” She was already heading out the door. He slowly followed as she led the way to the locker room. She was carrying a gym bag. When they reached the locker room, some of the women were already undressing. He waited nervously as Betty pulled a pair of shorts, a tank top, and underwear out of the bag. “I’ll let you take the bag. The showers are over there.” She pointed toward a series of divided stalls with wooden doors.

As quickly as possible he burst then one of the doors. There was no lock on the door, but a sign on the back of the door said to put a towel over the door to show that it was occupied which he did. He looked in the bag. Betty had packed him a pretty yellow sundress with matching panties and white sandals. He sighed. He would have preferred pants. As promised, the shower was at the other end of the long narrow stall with a plastic curtain separating it from the dressing area. He pulled off the leotard, shoes, and socks and started the water.

He was relaxing under the flow of warm water when the curtain parted and a short red-haired woman looked in and started giggling. He barely had time to regain his wits when a second brunette woman looked in. He had turned his back by the time a third woman came so he could not be sure exactly how many women had seen him. He washed quickly and then cautiously opened the curtain. The coast was clear so he raced for the bag and hurriedly pulled on his gaff and panties.

He grabbed the sundress and put it over his head, letting it slide down. He was breathing heavily as he closed the buckles on the sandals. He was angry as he emerged from the shower stall. He tried to survey the room for Betty without staring directly at the woman dressing. He did not know which was more embarrassing that many of the women were half naked or that the smiles on their faces showed that they were not intimidated by his male presence.

He finally spotted Betty over at a mirror by the door. He made a beeline for her. As he approached, she turned and said, “Would you like to borrow some makeup?” “Several women came in while I was in the shower!” “I told them that my husband was in the shower. What else could I do?” He was dumbfounded by her response. His face flushed a bright red. “looks like you don’t need blush, but at least put on some lipstick.” She handed him a tube.

He took it and started applying it to his lips to keep himself from breaking something like his wife’s face. He felt several women pat his rear as they went by. Then he saw the red-haired woman pause at the door. She smiled and winked. “See you next week, Martha!” The ride home was in silence. He was still fuming. It did not help that Betty seemed to have a smug look on her face.

Finally, as they pulled into the driveway, he spoke, “I’m never going back there again.” She turned and faced him. “Yes, you are! You need to stay in shape if you’re going to be on your feet all day at the daycare. I also expect you to do your breast exercises every day. Now, come help me with supper.” “Why should I?” “Because you know that I have your best interests at heart and you don’t want to make me mad!” She got out of the car.

He did not move. He watched her walk all the way to the house and then enter. He finally admitted to himself that she was right. The last thing in the world that he wanted was to be fighting with his wife. She was his only source of support. Although he wished that she would stop trying to undermine his masculine ego. Betty was washing lettuce for a salad when he entered. She barely managed to suppress a grin. He went to the refrigerator and got a carrot, cucumber, and tomato and started preparing vegetables.

She started to sing and he joined in. They had a nice dinner of salad and iced tea. He did not seem to notice when she left the dishes for him. Their lives were settling back into a routine. Mark was becoming an old hand at the daycare. He had come to love feeding the babies and the little chances that he had to play with them. He could tolerate changing diapers. He was becoming more efficient at cleaning and cooking.

Even though he was doing the vast majority of the work around the house, he still managed to have some free time. He no longer was interested in sports so he let his subscriptions to sports magazine lapse and started taking a cooking magazine. He loved the recipes. Betty brought him home a romance novel. Although skeptical at first, he found that he enjoyed it. His body seemed to be continuing its’ changes. As his breasts grew, he was happy to do his firming exercises.

His hips were also more rounded. Most disappointing was that he no longer needed the gaff. Any panty seemed capable of restraining him with no visible sign. He tried to discuss his concerns with Betty, but she emphasized how he was excelling at his new job and how he would be so ready when they got their own baby. She seemed to have no need for his cock to satisfy her sexually. His fingers and occasionally the vibrating penis were enough.

Of course, she was spending long hours at the office. She told Mark that she was determined to make partners at her firm. She had taken to having lunch whenever possible with one of the current partners. She also was not opposed to ‘long’ lunches when requested. Their dinners were now usually light meals. This took inches off Mark’s waist which accentuated his hips even more. Betty still took her trips to San Francisco and more than once, one of the partners went with her. Mark started spending more time with Peggy who would come over in the evenings to watch a movie or play cards.

He would also occasionally take an evening babysitting job for one of the mothers at the daycare. Despite Mark’s claims to the contrary, they continued to go to aerobics and he had become just one of the girls. Betty liked to fraternize with the good-looking executive types. Mark did not care to listen to their tales of corporate and sexual triumphs.

He started spending time with the mothers and housewives. They were generally plumper and not as attractive, but he loved to hear their stories about their kids. On Tuesday afternoon Mark’s life took yet another turn. He noticed a little wet spot on his dress.

At first, he just thought that one of the babies had spit up, but on closer examination, it seemed to be seeping from below. Concerned, he unbuttoned his dress to find that his bra was wet at the nipple too. He rushed to show Sylvia. “Relax girl. You’re just lactating.” “How’s that possible?” “We can talk about that later.

For now, I suggest that you start breastfeeding your babies or your titties are going to start hurting.” He returned to the front bedroom and picked up Jane. When he was settled in the rocking chair, he undid the top of his dress and removed his bra. When Jane started sucking away, all his concerns seemed to disappear. He was able to feed both Jane and Willie before he ran out of milk. His babies kept him busy the rest of the afternoon, but as soon as all the children were gone he confronted Sylvia. “What’s happening to me?” “Would you like some coffee?”

“No! I want some answers.” “Okay. The breakfast drinks you have been drinking for the past several months have been laced with hormones. Estrogen and progesterone to shape your body and pro lactic to produce lactation.” “Why?” “I think that you need to talk to your wife about that!” “You told Betty about Sara right away didn’t you?”

“Not really! In fact, she was the one who told me that you were playing around!” “She was behind it all along!” “I can’t really say anything else until you talk to her.” Mark slowly walked across the street to his house. He plopped down on the couch to wait for his wife. It was twenty minutes after eight when she finally walked in the door. “Hey, why is it so dark and where’s supper?”

He waited until she entered the living room before he spoke. “I didn’t fix supper!” “Why not?” “I started lactating this afternoon.” “That’s great. We’re all ready for our baby now!” “I want to know why you’ve been feeding me hormones all these months!” Her look turned to anger. “Did you really think that you could go around fucking any woman living and not pay the consequences?” “I’m not going to stand for this!” “What are you going to do about it?”

He was without a response. For all the hours that he had been waiting he had no plan of action. “You can stop taking the hormones. You will probably stop lactating, but your breasts and hips aren’t going anywhere. And don’t expect that worthless thing between your legs to come back to life. Now also might be a good time to tell you that I’ve opened up a checking account in my name only. I’ve been putting your check and mine into it.

I’ve only been keeping enough to pay for household expenses in our joint account. Of course, you will not get another dime, if you leave. Also, one word from me, and your job at Sylvia’s is over. So do you want to leave?” There was a long pause. “Are you going to leave?” “No!” “If you stay, I expect you to keep taking your hormones. I expect the house to be clean and I expect dinner to be on the table when I get home.

Do you understand?” There was another long pause. “I expect an answer!” “Yes, I understand.” Betty was feeling great relief. She was happy that everything was out in the open. No longer would she have to make any attempt to hide the fact that she was completely in charge. “One last thing, when you’re ready to get rid of that useless appendage between your legs, I’ll gladly pay for the surgery. Now, I’m going to go get myself some supper.

Tomorrow I expect food on the table when I get home.” Mark continued to sit in the dark trying to piece together how things had come to this point. He had become so absorbed in the female role that he had trouble remembering his male life. His interest in sports and cars was no longer there. His interest in women had changed. He viewed them more as individuals and in particular mothers rather than as possible sexual partners.

He knew that the changes in his body had been obvious, but he had been so busy with work and keeping the house up that he had no time to dwell on it. He had become intrigued with babies and their care. He had found cooking enjoyable. He could not think of one thing about his male self that he truly missed. His desires seemed to have completely shifted.

When Betty returned home, he was already in bed. She smiled at the frilly pink nightgown. She was proud of how she had transformed him into an almost perfect wife.

The next morning Mark poured his breakfast drink down the drain in the kitchen sink in one small act of rebellion. All morning he was sluggish with little energy. Also, he was a little low on milk and could not feed more than one baby. By noon he was starting to regret his choice. Betty had obviously anticipated his action. When he went to the kitchen to begin the noon feeding, Sylvia had a drink prepared for him. He gladly drained the glass to the last drop.

His energy picked up and he enjoyed the rest of the day. Having a baby at his breast was a remarkable experience. He felt blessed to be able to contribute to the child’s well be ing. That night he fixed a baked salmon dish with green beans. Betty did not get home until 8:30. She quickly gulped the meal. Mark was a little disappointed when she went to the living room without one comment on the food. Still, he washed up the dishes without complaint. The next morning he considered not drinking his breakfast drink again, but he decided that there was no advantage. So he ended up drinking two mixtures of hormones during the week.

He was soon able to feed three babies at every feeding. He also started complaining that his tits hurt every morning. Sylvia told him to get a breast pump. Then he was able to drain his breasts in the evening and over the weekend. He was eventually able to provide 75 % of his babies’ milk. One day out of the blue Wilma brought her baby by the daycare. The little boy was seven months old and she had not worked since he was born.

Sylvia and Peggy and yes even Mark was thrilled to see him. Wilma seemed so happy as a mother. That night before he went home Mark stopped to talk to Sylvia. “Sylvia, I have a question. Why did Betty come to you to get even with me?” “Well, I had mentioned to her that I had taken care of several other wayward husbands.” “Was Wilma one of them?” “Yes! But look at her now. She is so thrilled to be a mother.

She is having surgery to become a complete woman next fall.” “What about her husband, I mean wife?” “Much like Betty, she is a professional woman in real estate. She is happy to pass the child rearing on to Wilma.” “So they adopted?” “No, Wilma’s wife was pregnant when she discovered that he was playing around. If she could have transferred the baby then, she would have. But she was thrilled to see Wilma nursing.” As he fixed a chef’s salad with ham, cheese, and hard-boiled egg, he could not get the image of Wilma out of his mind. Since he had begun nursing, he had become closer to the little ones at the daycare.

But having your own baby seemed so much more fulfilling. Betty was actually home early, before 7. She watched with great amusement as he described seeing Wilma with her baby. She actually complimented the salad, before she disappeared into the living room. That night as they were lying in bed, she started playing with his nipples for the first time in several weeks. He was soon totally aroused. She opened the side table and pulled out the nylon panty with the vibrating cock. No words were necessary. He got up and pulled the panty on.

As soon as he laid down, she rolled him on his back and mounted him. As she rode him to climax, he realized that he longer was getting that male satisfaction from sex. Sure, he craved the comfort of her touch, but he had to be content with bringing her to climax. One day the following week Betty came home all excited. Mark was just putting the last dish of vegetables on the table. She rushed in and kissed him hard on the lips. Then she took his hand and led him into the living. “What’s all this about?” “You’d better sit down.” He sat on the edge of the couch. “I talked to the adoption agency today.

A sixteen-year-old girl has agreed to let us have her baby. We have to pass a home inspection and then we should have our baby in about four weeks.” “That’s great.” They hugged and kissed. Then they talked about getting the guest bedroom ready for a baby. The guest bedroom was next to the downstairs bathroom. There was a bed in it, but since they had gotten married, no one had visited them so it had not been used.

That next weekend Mark painted the room pink. Betty had seen a sonogram so they knew that they were expecting a girl. They also purchased a crib and changing table. The car was outfitted with a car seat. On Tuesday morning Betty left him a note with his breakfast drink. It read ‘I noticed that you have been lax about wearing your gaff. Please start wearing it again!’ He found that strange. He had not been capable of manifesting a presence between legs for months so it did not seem to matter whether he had the gaff on or not.

He was flat. Still, he knew better than to question his wife’s judgment. So he pulled on a gaff before his panties. The day at Sylvia’s went by fast. He was breast-feeding three at every feeding and the milk from the weekend’s pumping lasted through the noon feeding for the other babies. He was able to find a good half hour to play with Tommy and Sue while the others slept. He was feeling pretty good as he walked home.

He saw the car in the driveway so Betty was home, but there was also a second car. As he walked in the front door he heard a shout from the living room. “In here!” When he entered he saw Betty sitting on the couch with a middle-aged woman in a print blouse and nice pants. Almost immediately a pain started shooting through his groin. “Martha, this is Mrs. Hampton from the adoption agency.” He was barely able to shake hands before doubling over. “Are you okay?” “My stomach hurts.” “Maybe you should lie down.” Betty led him to the guest bedroom. Then she got him some Midol. He could not believe the pain.

About an hour later Mrs. Hampton came into the bedroom. “How are you feeling?” The pain seemed to intensify again. He could barely croak, “Okay.” “I just wanted to tell you that I talked to Mrs. Briggs. She assured me that you will make an excellent nanny. Your employer should have no trouble getting the approval for the adoption.” “Thanks!” He wanted to say more. Why did she regard him as the nanny?

What had Betty told her about her husband? The pain was too intense. Then the adoption lady was gone. About ten minutes later his wife came in. “Here’s something stronger.” She handed him a pill. After he had swallowed it, she continued, “Since you are not feeling well, I think that you should sleep down here tonight.” She kissed him on the forehead. He felt like he had lost something, but he seemed to be getting drowsy so he could not focus.

He thought that he heard the kitchen door. Could he ever be a father? It seemed that he would never get a chance. The next morning Betty delivered his breakfast drink. She kissed him on the forehead. “I’m so excited about the baby. It won’t be long now.” After she left, he crept over to the window. There were two cars in the driveway. The one that he did not recognize was a fancy two-seat sports car. A handsome twenty-something man was standing at the door.

When his wife appeared, he walked over to meet her. They held a passionate kiss for some time, before parting and getting into their separate cars. What was that all about? That evening at supper he was more concerned about the baby than some fling. He made meatloaf and baked potatoes with broccoli which was one of Betty’s favorites. He waited until she had several bites before he brought up the adoption. “Mrs. Hampton seemed to think that I was your nanny.” “Think about it, dear. What chance would we have if you insisted on pretending to be a father?

As a nanny, you sealed the deal.” “Then who’s listed as the father.” “I’m the only legal guardian on the adoption papers. There is no father.” Mark felt an emptiness in his gut. He was so looking forward to having a child of his own. How could he ever feel that this baby was his? That night in bed he did not return his wife's kiss. She thought, ‘he’ll get over it. If not, I’ve got other irons in the fire.