Welcome to Mother's World:

by Big Melanie

 

Chapter Three - My Transformation Begins

 

When we arrived home on Saturday evening I was exhausted and I'm sure Mother felt the same. We kicked off our shoes and settled down with a cup of hot chocolate before turning in for bed. It felt so nice, mother and daughter sitting together on the sofa sipping a bedtime drink.

Mother asked where I would like to sleep although I think she already had a good idea I'd say with her. We changed into our nighties and fell into bed. We hugged and I'm sure neither of us thought that we would simply drop off to sleep but that's exactly what happened.

The next thing I knew was that it was morning as I awoke in the bed alone. For a mere second I was scared that something bad had happened. It was an irrational fear but they are so often the most frightening.

I climbed out of bed and went to the toilet, remembering to sit. As I was weeing, Mother came in. She'd been to the kitchen to make a cup of tea for us both and had brought them to the bedroom.

"What does it feel like to wee from your fanny Mother?" I asked.

"I'm not sure I can explain it dear," she replied.

"Can I watch when you go?" I asked.

"Well you did yesterday," she said.

"No I mean really close up."

"Of course you can if you want to darling. Let me drink my tea and I'm sure I'll need to go. If you wait until I've had breakfast you can watch me poop," she giggled.

"I'd really like that," I said much to her surprise.

She was right. After breakfast she was indeed ready for a wee and a shit. She sat well back on the seat and leant against the cistern so I could get a really good view of her fanny as the wee gushed from her. She then turned 180 degrees around so she was facing the cistern and leant as far forward as she could.

By crouching on the floor I could see her arsehole clearly and was rewarded as her first turd appeared. It pushed the arsehole open and grew to about nine inches before a spasm in her hole cut it off causing it to drop with a splash down the pan. When she finished she asked if I'd like to clean her up as she would be spending a lot of time cleaning me up over the next few months. I was pleased to and she told me how ladies are to clean themselves to avoid any chance of infection.

"Mum, that was really lovely," was all I could say, and then followed up by saying, "and when I'm all grown up I want to look just like you."

"Well dear, I dare say you will look quite a lot like me. You know daughter's often grow up to look like their mothers. I certainly did."

"Mother, are all women as hairy as you?" I asked.

"No dear, not all. I am quite hairy but by no means the hairiest.

Marjorie is quite the hairiest woman I have personally ever seen. Not only in the immediate area of her cunt either. Her arsehole is a forest. You would have had a job seeing exactly where the turd was coming from if you'd been watching Marjorie just now. And her hair covers her thighs and tummy right up to her navel. On the other hand Jane had so little there that she decided that she might as well not have any. She covered the area with a gentle hair removing cream and washed it all away. You know, her hair cannot have been very resilient because it has never grown back. She is completely hairless between her legs."

"Just like I'll be soon."

"Just like you'll be tomorrow darling, although you'll be quite different from Jane in one major way."

"Oh, what's that?"

"Well, when you were at school and at university did you ever have to shower with the other boys?"

"Yes, at school after we'd finished PE and once at university, when a number of us went swimming. Why?"

"Well did all the boys look the same? You know their cocks and balls? Were they all the same?"

"Well no they weren't, I guess."

"Come on darling, don't be bashful. I'm being honest with you about a lot of things and honesty is a two way street. How were they different?"

"Well, some were obviously much larger than others. Some had been circumcised and some were more like me. Strangely, some seemed much darker than others yet the boys were much the same colour everywhere else. Some boys were very hairy although none of them were like Jane without any hair."

"And what was the biggest you ever saw?"

I coloured up considerably as I remembered a specific occasion at school.

"One of the boys at school was quite large and every time we showered and I saw him I seemed to be transfixed by it. I just couldn't take my eyes off it. Anyway, one day I helped clear all the gym gear away and so I was the last into and then out of the showers and by the time I got back in the changing room everyone had gone. At least I thought they'd all gone. As I turned the corner of the showers I saw this boy. He was laying on the bench wanking his cock. He was huge and the knob at the top looked like it was going to explode. It wasn't only that his cock was long but it was so thick. He certainly couldn't get his hand all the way round it. I stayed there and watched as he wanked for a good few minutes and the knob that looked like it was going to explode did indeed explode. I quietly ducked back round the corner and stayed there until he dressed and left, then I did."

"My, that sounds like quite an experience. Did the picture of what happened stay with you."

I coloured even more but knew that I had to, no wanted to be honest, "I wanked myself off every morning and every night for weeks just thinking of him."

There was a bit of a silence that descended as Mum perhaps thought I was going to add more but I wasn't. There wasn't anything else to add.

"So what's this all got to do with Jane and how she looks different to how I'll look soon?"

"Oh yes, I'd quite forgotten what started all that. Got lost in thought about such a large cock. Well, in the same way that all those boys' cocks were different and by the same token all men's cocks are different, well girls vaginas are all different. Soon you will have a nice tight little slit, bald yes, but nice and tight. Jane on the other hand has pussy lips that are simply huge. They hang down outside her, meaning that her hole is always open. There is just fold after fold of fleshy cunt lip that hang out of her. I have to admit that there is nothing quite like having your head between her thighs and sucking that flesh into your mouth. A real mouthful I'll tell you."

Hearing my own mother speak in this way was exciting and shocking both at the same time. My face must have been the colour of a London bus because Mother picked up the conversation.

"I'm sorry dear, I'm embarrassing you but you need to know everything. No, I want you to know everything. All five of us regularly get together and enjoy each other's bodies. Although Marjorie and Jane live together and Emma and Olive live together and I live with you, we swap partners and often stay all together just enjoying what ever takes our fancy. Sometimes we'll be on our own but sometimes we'll have a man or some men there.

"I can see that from your face this shocks you," looking down she continued, "and from another quarter it seems to excite you. I think we should relieve you of that hardness? It must be painful. How can I help?"

"You seem to have done quite well up to now without suggestions from me so why don't you choose?" I said with a smile on my slightly less red face.

"Well why don't we have a slightly more relaxed time than we had yesterday in the toilet?"

With that she took off her nightie and knelt on her hands and knees on the bed. I climbed on behind her and like yesterday slipped my cock between her massive thighs and, again she helped me into her waiting cunt.

Unlike yesterday, I was able to relax and get a slower and more enjoyable pace going. Unlike yesterday, mother was able to grunt like a pig audibly rather than suppressing her screams of ecstasy.

I had been fucking her for a few minutes when she put her hand back between her legs. I thought she must want to adjust my cock into a more comfortable or pleasing position for her but as she grasped my cock she jiggled her hips and pushed back on my cock with its tip right against her arsehole.

As I looked down at what was happening I saw my cock completely disappear into her arsehole. Whilst I was enjoying the feeling of her cunt walls gripping my cock, the feeling of secret hole was sensational. She was so tight and was able to grip me even harder now than before. As I rode her she was doing her part by matching my rhythm and meeting my thrusts by pushing backwards with quite some force. Needless to say, I couldn't keep this up for very long and shot my load of spunk deep into her bowel.

All of this was accompanied by mother squealing like a pig and me grunting like a horse. The force of our fucking left us both collapsed and spent on the bed and we promptly dropped off to sleep through sheer exhaustion.

When I awoke I was treated to one of my most abiding visions. My face was close enough to Mother's bottom to be able to kiss it if I had wanted. Dribbling from her arsehole was a gentle stream of my spunk, running down her thigh and onto the bed sheet. I slowly inserted my finger into her arsehole.

Mother wriggled and moaned her approval. I wiped her hole with a tissue and then started to lick it. She moaned louder and slowly shifted her position until in the end she was on her knees again with her hand between her thighs. As I licked she wanked herself more and more furiously until she climaxed with a loud shriek.

She collapsed onto the bed again where I left her to sleep and recover slowly. I showered and slipped on Mother's robe. When I returned to the bedroom with cup of tea for her she was just emerging from the shower herself. We used the same process to dress as we had used on Saturday but with more casual clothes.

Mother wore a very brief thong, leggings with a very large T-shirt thrown over her braless top. With some casual deck shoes on and a scarf wrapped around her head she was finished. I, on the other hand, wore a bra, with balloons, large frilly knickers, a very short skirt, and short blouse that left by tummy showing and heels. When I asked Mother where these more exciting clothes had come from she simply said, "Darling, you don't think I always dress as a representative of the 'blue rinse set' do you?"

Mother and I spent Sunday on our own. The others considerately felt that we ought to have some time alone together. There was so much to come to terms with. So much had happened over so short a period of time. It was a delightful day. Mother persuaded me that a pub lunch would be best and that no one would take any notice of either of us and again she was right, well almost. I did see a number of men, not all older I might add, who simply could not take their eyes of Mother's swaying tits as they swung free under her top. She obviously saw them looking at her because her nipples became very hard and really quite pronounced.

The afternoon was spent dozing in the garden and in the evening I started to pack some things in a bag for the next day. Mother very quickly put all my things back in their old place and explained that since I was to become a new person the things from my old self would be quite redundant. She did however remind me that I needed to write a letter to my boss Mrs. Cann resigning from the company.

So when Monday morning arrived I got into Marjorie's car with no bag or anything from my life as Stephen and with the knowledge that when I returned in 9 weeks time all my things would be gone and replaced with what was needed for Baby Stephanie.

Unbeknown to me at this time was the fact that Emma and Olive had suggested that they take on the role of interior designers and would have my room redecorated and all my possessions replaced. I think this was a great deal off my mother's mind. She was going to have enough to cope with being 'pregnant'. It also reinforced in her mind the fact that she wasn't in this alone, they were all there to support her and they saw a positive role for them all.

So, Marjorie and Jane accompanied me on the 80-mile drive to the clinic. It turned out to be an old house deep in England's countryside, with it's own grounds and a stony drive up to the main door.

Marjorie booked me in and both she and Jane came with me as a nurse escorted us to my bedroom. I was told to take off my clothes, which were put in a bag and would be taken back to Mother by Jane. Jane then stood to face me with her hands on my shoulders and looked me full in the eyes.

"Stephanie, please be a good girl. Everyone here is here to help you so please do as they ask. Your Mother will not be visiting you as this would mean that she will see her baby girl before completing her term but one of us will be along to see you each day. Stephanie, know this, we all love you very much. Probably more than you can imagine. We will do everything to ensure that the plan brings you, your mother and us a great deal of happiness. Everything is going to be wonderful my dear, just try and relax, you'll enjoy things so much more that way I'm sure."

With that they both kissed me affectionately on the cheek and left. I sat there wondering what I should do next. I didn't have long to wonder because the door opened and in walked a nurse. She was quite unlike the pretty young girl who had shown us to the room. This one was more like an old fashioned matron.

She stood there observing me for a full minute before her face burst into the broadest smile I had seen all day. Her whole demeanour changed and she now looked more like a lovely old maiden aunt.

"Yes, you'll do Stephanie. You will make a wonderful little girl. Sorry if I worried you, I just wanted to check your facial bone structure. I'm Dr. Gage. I'll be performing the surgery and overseeing your stay with us here at Lowmeads."

And I thought she was 'just a nurse'. Dr. Gage explained what precisely was going to happen during my stay and paid particular attention to explain the timings of everything. At the end she summarised it all by pinning a copy of the diary of events on the little notice board by my bed. She explained that for some of the time they would need my complete co-operation whilst at other times I would be sedated and would know little or nothing of what was happening.

I stood a good chance of losing whole days from my memory, as I would go to sleep one day and not wake again for maybe three days. She put me totally at ease and said that they would start that day by giving me some hormone injections and permanently removing most of my body hair.

The same young nurse that showed me to the room returned to give me the injections. I discovered her name was Joanna. She talked incessantly about being a girl and how nice it will be for me when I'm a fully-grown woman. I had one jab in each buttock, one in my cock (which was a bit painful), one near each nipple and finally a larger one in my arm.

The laser removal of my hair was not in the least painful but really quite boring. Because Mother had removed my body hair just a couple of days earlier there wasn't a great deal to see as the laser beam scanned across my body killing of the hair follicles.

When it came to between my legs they had to be extremely careful to leave me a luxuriant bush of pubic hair but remove the hair around it. They spent a very long time on my face. Not only did the beam erase my beard and sideburns but also around my eyebrows.

This was particularly intricate work so I had to lie extremely still. When they had finished with the laser, and much to my surprise, they removed my underarm hair again and my pubic hair with, what they told me was a particularly strong hair removing gel.

They told me not to expect any growth there for at least nine months and probably nearer a year. I was then taken back to my room and dressed in a hospital nightie by Joanna. She brought me a light salad and when I'd finished she took the tray away and giving me a kiss on the forehead tucked me up for the night and turned the light off.

Dr. Gage was true to her word because I really knew little of what took place over the next days and weeks. I know I drifted into consciousness at times and was aware of seeing Joanna, Dr. Gage, Emma, Jane, Olive and Marjorie at times. But it was difficult to know what was reality and what was my dream world as at times I seemed to see school friends, my old boss and even Mother.

The first time I knew for sure I was awake, I awoke to see lovely warm sunshine shining into my room, gently blowing the net curtain at the window. I lay there for a few minutes just looking at the sunshine on the ceiling and trying to decide how I felt.

Suddenly a voice softly said, "Your back with us then darling?"

I turned my head to see the smiling face of Emma. I was so pleased to see her and felt such a sense of love that I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. They started to run down my cheeks.

"There, there, darling," Emma said soothingly dabbing my eyes with a handkerchief.

"There's nothing to cry for, you're fine. Everything's alright."

"I know," was all I could sob, "I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm crying, I just feel emotional. Not unhappy, I'm so happy but a bit emotional."

"It's probably the hormones. They'll settle down. How do you feel, physically I mean?"

"I don't know," I said, "weak, for a start."

"Well you will feel weak for a long while!" It was Joanna entering the room with a bright cheery smile and a bounce in her step.

"You've had surgery, no exercise for nearly 3 weeks and you've slept nearly all that time."

"Three weeks!" I said, "it can't be three weeks."

"Well, it is, three weeks and one day to be precise," said Joanna.

"And one of us has been with you every day," said Emma.

"How's Mother," I asked.

"Blooming! You know I have known your mother for the better part of 20 years and I can honestly say I have never seen her look better. She looks positively radiant. She came in here the day they started on you and left the following morning. She has quite a tummy on her now. She's not far off being half way through her term. We banned her from asking after you but she takes no notice and keeps asking.

All Marjorie says is that baby appears to be doing nicely 'in

there'. We're trying to keep a video diary of her pregnancy so

you can see it when you're all grown up"

I tried to smile but felt too weak. "If I've been asleep for

three weeks"

"And one day," interjected Joanna.

"Three weeks and one day, why do I feel so tired?"

Joanna and Emma both laughed and I made a weak attempt to laugh with them.

"Back to sleep now for a little while and we'll talk some more at tea time," ordered Joanna.

Emma kissed me goodbye and said she would see me again soon.

In the late afternoon Joanna woke me with a drink of water in a baby's bottle. I hadn't long drunk it when I told her I needed to do a wee.

"Then do one," she said.

"Well, can you help me to the loo please," I said somewhat indignantly.

"Don't be a silly girl, babies don't use toilets do they? They just go, so just go."

It may seem daft but up to then my mind was so full of cotton wool that I had not thought of why I was there. Suddenly, going to the loo was the last thing on my mind. Do I have a pussy was the big question flashing on my brain like a giant neon sign? So I asked her.

"Of course you do silly, you're a little girl aren't you? And little girls have a little pussy as their front bottom don't they?"

"What's it like Joanna?" I asked tentatively.

"Like? Oh, it's very pretty. Just like a baby's. All smooth and soft. Just a nice little slit. All nice and smooth, not bulgy like little boys. It's smooth and the slit runs right underneath and joins up with your back bottom slit. Would you like to see it?"

"Uumm, yes and no. I'm a bit frightened."

"Oh there's nothing to be frightened of, it looks lovely and it's almost completely healed now. Come on let's get your nappy off and show you."

Until that point I didn't even realise I was wearing a nappy. Joanna pulled the covers back and pulled open the tabs on my nappy. As she pulled open the nappy a sudden gush of cool air blew the net curtain up in the air and all over my bottom. It felt so lovely.

Joanna helped me to the edge of the bed so that I was facing the dressing mirror close by. She moved the mirror closer and I got the first look at my face. It was lovely and smooth and the hormones had caused my hair to grow at a fantastic rate. I now had a headful of wavy chestnut hair. They had done something with my lips because they were a good deal fuller than before and it was surprising how that alone had changed the total facial image.

Joanna helped me to stand and there it was, my beautiful new vagina. She was absolutely right in every detail. I flopped back on the bed and she went to get a new nappy to put on me. As she lifted up my legs to put the nappy under me I could see my new vagina open just a little and the pink inner lips peeping out.

I felt so guilty when I wet my nappy not five minutes later and Joanna had to change me again. She just smiled and said, "well at least we know you're water works are all OK. It won't be long before you'll be doing a little poo for me."

Because Joanna wasn't embarrassed, any initial embarrassment that I felt left me. During my stay in the clinic Joanna was more right than she was wrong. It wasn't long before I felt a poo building. I didn't have the strength to push it or stop it so it just came. It actually felt really good with this warm sticky mess all around me and especially knowing that someone else would be cleaning me up.

Joanna left me in my dirty nappy for a long time and then said, "right baby, let's get that stinky nappy off you and get you cleaned up ready for bed-i-byes."

She pulled the tabs and the smell of the shitty nappy came hot and strong. She wiped me with baby wipes and cleaned me up with some baby lotion.

"I'll leave you to have a little kick for a while baby," she said as she left the room - with the door wide open.

I felt this need to cover up but wasn't even strong enough to do that. I was literally as weak as a new-born baby. People walking along the corridor would glance in my direction and smile. Not a nasty smile but a nice one. As if they'd just seen a baby kicking on their changing mat. Just as two nurses passed the door and waved at me, Marjorie came round the corner and into the room. Of course, the first sight to greet her was me lying on my back, legs spread wide open showing off my new bald little cunt to the whole world.

"Oh my darling Stephanie, you look absolutely wonderful. You have quite the most delicious little cunt don't you? And the hormones they've given you have plumped you up a bit. You look like a lovely little baby girl."

She walked straight up to the bed and gave me a nice little kiss right on my new pink lips. "You look so lovely I ......."

She turned away and pulled her handkerchief from her handbag and put it to her face.

"Auntie Marjorie, don't cry," I said.

Where the idea to call her 'auntie' came from I don't know but that just set her off crying even more.

"I'm sorry my darling Stephanie. It's just that you look so lovely lying there and it suddenly occurred to me that the plan that I had helped design was actually working perfectly. And then when you called me auntie, well it was just such a lovely tender moment."

I think until that moment I'd thought that Marjorie was a tough old girl and didn't go much in for feelings. I realised now that I was wrong. She was tender, she just didn't like to let her guard down and show her feelings. I was to learn later that Marjorie was perhaps the tenderest person I'd ever met.

"You're pleased with what you've seen are you Auntie?" I said happy to call her by her new title.

"Oh, it's exquisite dear. You look delightful."

"Do you think it will look good when I'm all grown up?"

"My dear I'm sure it will look wonderful."

"Do you think my hair will grow nicely."

"Why, do you want to be a hairy woman?"

"Oh, yes I'd like to look like a proper woman, not just a grown up girl."

"How hairy would you like to be, not that you can control it, unless you want less than you've got when you can always trim it."

"Oh I wouldn't want to trim it, I'd like to be as hairy as I could be."

"Well, being very hairy does have its draw backs. For a start it takes a lot more wiping when you've been to the loo. You can sometimes get the hairs all caught up in your knickers as well. Then it's not always as accessible to anyone who might like to get in there for anything, if you know what I mean."

"As you seem to know about being hairy, what are the advantages?"

"Well, I think it just looks the best. I know all about it because I am a very hairy woman, as no doubt your mother has told you. Would you like to see?"

"Oh yes Auntie that would be wonderful."

Auntie Marjorie went over and closed the door. She took off her skirt and her slip. She was wearing stockings, suspenders and large thick cotton knickers. She pulled her knickers down and took the right off. She stood right next to my head and my mind went back to the vision of my mother I'd had when I was a young boy.

But there the comparison really did end. Auntie Marjorie was a thick mass of dark brown curls. It wasn't only the sheer thickness of her bush that was impressive but the length of the hair. It hung down well below her cunt. She then turned round and bent over pulling her massive cheeks apart. I could just make out her arsehole in amongst the mass of hair.

Without thinking I reached out my hand to stroke it and to poke the hole. Auntie pushed back and pulled herself even wider open. My finger slipped in all the way up to my hand. It felt warm, sticky and very tight. Auntie groaned and I wiggled my finger. She groaned again so I pulled my finger out and thrust it back in again. She grunted quite loudly and I think this brought her to realise where she was. She moved forward and my finger plopped out.

"Oooh, my dear that was quite lovely. Now, let me give you a better look at my cunt."

With that she climbed onto the bed and squatted right over my face. Her hair was all over her inner thighs and as she held up her blouse I could see the hair above her cunt all the way up to her tummy button.

Not a sparse trace of hair either, it was thick. Everywhere I could see it was covered in hair. She climbed down off the bed.

"Well my dear, what do you think. Do you still want to be a hairy woman?"

"Well as you said Auntie I won't be able to choose but if I could I'd love to be like you. I'd love to have another look in the future too."

"Don't fret on that account my dear, I think you will be seeing quite a lot of quite a lot of me in the future. And I'm sure you'll be seeing quite a lot of the others too and I'm quite sure we'll be seeing quite a lot of you too!"

Joanna came back in to put my new nappy on. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head when she saw Auntie Marjorie standing there with no knickers on. Unbelievably, she actually licked her lips at the sight.

"Oh, I am sorry, I didn't realise someone else was here, I just came back to put a clean nappy on Stephanie."

"That's quite alright, I was just showing Stephanie what a mature woman looks like."

"Well," Joanna said, "I used to think I was mature but now I've seen that I think I might have to reassess how mature I am."

"Nonsense my dear, I'm sure you look quite lovely in that department."

"Possibly, but not at all like that, you look wonderful, I've never seen anything so beautiful," Joanna said with a warm glow about her cheeks.

"May I look closer?" Joanna said moving toward Auntie Marjorie with her hands reaching for her cunt.

"Well, only if you'll reciprocate." Said Auntie.

I didn't know that a nurse's uniform, knickers and tights could be removed so quickly. Within 10 seconds Joanna was standing there in just her bra, fingering Auntie for all she was worth. Auntie started fingering Joanna and with her other hand unhooked Joanna's bra clasp. Her tits fell out and Auntie started sucking on them. I think Auntie would have called out when she orgasmed if she had not had a mouthful of nipple.

When she'd finished she pushed Joanna on the bed next to me and tongued her fanny for all she was worth. Joanna almost climbed up the wall as she came with an enormous scream, which had to be well muffled by a mouthful of bed sheet.

And all I could do was just lay there and watch it all with no participation. I was so weak I could do nothing but close my eyes and hope the frustration I felt didn't last too long. I should have realised then that I would receive no sexual stimulation for at least a year, until I was at senior school as a teenager.

Auntie and Joanna both dressed and Auntie helped her with my nappy. They both kissed me on my cheek and left together. I fell fast asleep.

The weeks soon flew by and I did recover some of my strength but remained unable to do very much for myself. I was totally unaware that one of the tablets I was taking was specifically designed to cause this so that I would feel a great sense of dependency on others.

My four 'aunts' all visited me over those weeks sometimes on their own but since I regained consciousness they frequently came in pairs and on one occasion, close to when I was to return home, they all came together. I was pretty sure that Auntie Marjorie had a double reason for coming. I noticed that Joanna always looked particularly perky on the days she was visiting.

Then the day came for me to go home. I think I'd expected all four aunts to come and collect me without realising that there wouldn't have been room in the car.

As it happened Auntie Jane and Auntie Marjorie came for me and Auntie Emma and Auntie Olive were with Mother as she was 'giving birth'. Joanna and my two aunts got me dressed in a clean nappy and then Auntie Jane produced a baby vest just my size and large pink frilly knickers. This was followed by what was perhaps the prettiest baby dress I had ever seen.

It was all pink, with little frilly cap sleeves and white ribbons all down the front of it and it buttoned up at the back. They then put little frilly topped socks on my feet and a frilly bonnet on my head ensuring that all my long hair was inside the bonnet.

While they were dressing me they were talking to me as if I was a little baby and they were explaining to me that when they got me home I wasn't to talk. I had to 'learn' to talk over the next three months.

The door opened and two well-built nurses entered the room pushing a large hospital cart. This had been adjusted to be used as a giant pram and had light bedclothes over a very soft mattress. They gently lifted me into the pram and wheeled me to Auntie Emma's car.

In fact she had an MPV and the pram was detached from the trolley wheels and I was placed in the back of the vehicle still in the pram body. The pram was then secured by straps and after receiving a multitude of kisses from Joanna we set off for home.

At home I was told that my mother was sleeping after an exhausting birth and so I was carried by my aunts in the pram up to mother's bedroom where I was quietly lifted from the pram into a large cot right next to mother's bed. Auntie Jane put her finger to her lips to indicate that I should be quiet so I turned over and went to sleep.

When I awoke I opened my eyes to the smiling and blissfully happy face of my mother.

"There you are then," she said stroking my cheek, "how's my little baby girl then. Now let's get you up and get you changed."

I hadn't realised but I was actually quite wet and mother could smell that I should be changed. She was just about to get me out of my cot when the door opened and Auntie Olive came in. When she saw mother was awake she called for the others. They all came in and started remonstrating with mother for over exerting herself.

"Susan, you must rest, you've had a very tiring time, that's why we are here to help you."

"Well my baby needs changing and at least let me help."

With that she came over to my cot and with the help of Auntie Olive and Auntie Jane got me onto my new padded changing table. Auntie Olive lifted up my legs as mother pulled my knickers off.

Mother snapped open the tabs and my nappy was off.

"Oh, girls, doesn't she look lovely," she said with tears in her eyes, "just lovely."

Of course they all agreed and started to coochy-coo my cheeks while Auntie Jane cleaned me up. My nappy was replaced and my other clothes removed.

"I think baby needs a feed Susan," said Auntie Marjorie, "she must be quite hungry."

"Of course," said mother as she made her way back to the bed. The others carried me to her side where mother had removed her nightie. I was laid so she could cuddle me and with the aid of her finger insert one of her large and very dark nipples in my mouth. I sucked gently and was amazed to be rewarded with a lovely sweet tasting liquid.

"It seems as though those tablets you got to get me to lactate are working nicely," Mother said to Auntie Olive.

When I'd drained one side mother shifted me on to her other breast. I happily sucked that breast dry.

"She's still hungry," said mother.

"Well, if you will have such big babies what do you expect?" giggled Auntie Jane.

"Shall I take over?" asked Auntie Olive.

"Would you mind dear?" Mother said, "she definitely needs more."

"I'd love to," said Auntie Olive unbuttoning her dress at the front, "after all we did agree that I would take the tablets as well so I could help out."

"Yes I know but I did think I might be able to give her more."

"Don't fret Susan," said Auntie Emma, "Olive has been looking forward to this and I'm sure has enough milk to amply compensate for even the most insatiable appetite that Stephanie might have."

Auntie Olive had removed her dress completely and Auntie Emma unclipped her bra. Probably the largest, most pendulous, most magnificent tits I'd ever seen swung free when her bra was slipped away. Her aureoles were not as large as Mother's nor as dark but her nipples had to be twice the size. They were definitely twice as long and probably twice as thick.

She walked over to the bed with those massive mammaries swaying from side to side. She sat down only wearing her knickers at this point and I was laid across her lap and a nipple introduced to my mouth. I hungrily sucked at the nipple and tasted a virtual flood of her sweet milk. I started to feel full but was still put on the other tit. By the time I was finished, I knew I was going to poo my nappy but could do nothing about it. I wasn't permitted to speak so I just let it go. Auntie Marjorie was the first to suggest I needed changing so the same routine was started. I was to become very familiar with that routine over the next weeks and months as mother and my aunts took turns in feeding, changing and dressing me. There were times when my bottom got really sore with nappy rash but now I was at home I was put into terry nappies rather than disposables, which helped, as did large pots of Sudocrem.

The three months were rapidly going and mother was gradually getting her old figure back as the bladder was eventually completely deflated and removed. I continued to be fed by a mixture of mother and Auntie Olive although a few times the others would provide a nipple for me to suck as a comforter and I would invariably drop off to sleep on times like those.

Days were spent sitting in my pram in the garden, crawling on the grass, playing with my baby dollies, just laying in my mother's arms or sleeping. I was 'learning' to speak and during this time I graduated from mama all the way up to mummy. I remember thinking how nice it sounded and vowed to use it often in future in preference to the rather formal 'Mother'.

I was nearly at the end of my baby period when I overheard Mummy and Auntie Marjorie taking about the coming Saturday evening. In truth I'd lost track of what day it was and if pressed to estimate what the actual date was, I don't think I would have got within a mile of it. It seemed that on Saturday there was to be a party. From casual remarks that one or other of my aunts made over a number of days, I concluded that the party was to reintroduce mummy to the joys of male company.

I have to confess to having some confused thoughts of jealousy at this point but quickly countered them with the fact that I was no longer able to perform that duty for her, whether I should have ever done. I knew I was her daughter now and I could not have been happier.

Saturday evening came and I was put into my cot in the bedroom. From the lounge I could hear voices talking and the clinking of glasses. It would at times go very quiet and then there were audible sounds. I drifted in and out of sleep during the evening, which wasn't unusual these days. I had become accustomed to a great deal more sleep during the day as well as at night-time.

Later I could here some groaning and once or twice a little calling out but always indecipherable. I longed to be there and be part of the occasion and harboured hopes that one of the pairs would come and couple in the bedroom where I was but alas it wasn't to be.

In the morning everything was as usual except that Mummy did get up a bit later than normal.

The three months were up and for me not a moment too soon. Being a baby for that time had been a valuable experience for both Mummy and me I have no doubt but it was boring. I was so looking forward to being a little girl but I was to discover that that had its downside too.

 

 

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