Little Baby Janice

The next day had passed with no interaction with Chantelle and Martha. Janice was at home enjoying a quiet night when the doorbell rang and when she opened it she found Mistress Chantelle and Miss Martha standing there. Their entrance was unexpected, yet undeniably seductive. It seemed they knew exactly how to catch Janice off guard. With an intimidating gaze, Chantelle led the way into the house, followed closely by Martha. As they walked into the living room, Janice noticed how every part of their bodies moved fluidly – like graceful predators stalking their prey. Her heart raced, feeling a mix of fear and excitement. She had never felt so ****, yet so desired before. Chantelle looked around the room and smiled mischievously. "Janice, you have such an impressive place here." She took a step closer to her. "It's clear you know how to live well," Chantelle whispered, her voice husky and inviting. The intensity of her gaze made Janice feel weak in her knees. "We wanted to thank you properly for all your help," Martha chimed in, wrapping her arms around Chantelle suggestively. Their bodies pressed against each other, and Janice could hardly bear to look away. She swallowed hard, her breath caught in her throat. "Thank you, ladies," she managed to stammer, her cheeks burning red with embarrassment. Martha smirked, stepping even closer to Janice. "Don't worry, darling," she purred softly, running her fingers along Janice's arm.

"We just want to show our appreciation ."Chantelle took a step back, allowing herself to be fully seen by Janice."Remember Janice we are not your friends we are you Mistress and Miss so do not forget to address correctly again."Chantelle said firmly. Her words were a stark reminder of the power dynamic between them. Janice felt a mix of confusion and arousal, unsure if she should be afraid or embrace her role as their submissive. Martha playfully slapped Chantelle's arm, teasing her about being too harsh. "Come on, babe, don't scare her too much," she cooed, drawing Janice out of her confusion. Janice hesitated briefly, then bowed her head slightly. "Yes, Mistress Chantelle and Miss Martha," she replied, her voice wavering with uncertainty. Chantelle couldn't resist teasing Janice further. "Now, dear," she laughed, gently cupping Janice's face in her hands. "Time for us to prepare you we have a special night ahead for you," Chantelle announced with authority. Martha nodded in agreement, her dark eyes sparkling with excitement. Janice felt her heart race as she contemplated what these women had planned for her. She didn't dare ask, knowing it would only fuel their dominance over her. Instead, she merely nodded in assent, silently accepting whatever fate awaited her. Martha ordered Janice to go to the toilet and take care of nature. She was to return naked. Janice returned totally naked as per instructions and saw the baby changing mat on the floor.

Martha motioned towards it, indicating that Janice should lie down. She hesitantly lowered herself onto the mat, her body trembling with anticipation and fear. Chantelle approached her slowly, a calculating smile on her lips. "You look beautiful, Janice," she complimented, running her fingers along Janice's exposed thigh. "So ready for us."Feeling the warmth of Chantelle's touch, Janice grew more nervous. This was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Martha joined Chantelle beside Janice, both women towering over her as they stood, blocking her view of anything else in the room. With their expert hands, they began to explore Janice's body – gently caressing, stroking, and teasing her senses. Despite her initial fear, Janice started to surrender to the seduction, finding herself captivated by their powerful presence. Under their skilled touch, Janice's body began to respond in ways she had never known possible. A wave of pleasure coursed through her as her heart raced with desire. Martha took a baby wipe and cleaned Janice's ass and crack giggling as showed the wipe to Janice with the brown stain on it. Janice's cheeks burned with shame seeing the stain. Her heart pounded wildly, a mixture of humiliation and arousal coursing through her veins. Unable to speak, she could only stare blankly at the wipe in Martha's hand. Slowly, she regained some composure, looking up at the two women who now held complete control over her.

She could see the mischief in their eyes, and despite her embarrassment, she knew there was no turning back.With a deep breath, she tried to steady her racing heart and accept her new reality. Chantelle told her to raise her hips and she placed a pink and white diaper under her body. She gently lifted Janice's legs, positioning the diaper snugly around her hips. Janice felt incredibly ****, but also thrilled by the sensation of Chantelle's gentle touch. The act of diapering her felt surprisingly erotic, adding to the overall power dynamic between them. Martha took a very long bandage and started to wrap it around Janice's breast flattening it against her body. She tied it firmly and secured it with a safety pin. This made Janice feel even more exposed and ****. Both Chantelle and Martha looked at her with lust in their eyes. Martha continued to tie the second bandage around Janice's torso, tightening it around her waist until her body was completely encased in the fabric. Janice's heart raced with anticipation, her skin tingling with excitement and anxiety. As they finished dressing her, Janice felt utterly at their mercy, unable to resist their power over her." Okay, Martha what do we have to dress her in "Asked Chantelle.Martha smirked, pulling out a tiny, frilly onesie. "Something fitting for our little girl," she quipped, as she slipped the onesie over Janice's head. It fit snugly around her slender frame, leaving little room for modesty.

Chantelle stepped in to secure the garment, tightening the neck opening and ensuring it covered Janice completely. Janice felt her heart race with excitement, her body practically trembling with anticipation. She could barely contain her feelings, knowing she was now entirely under their control. Janice lay motionless on the changing mat, tears brimming in her eyes. Chantelle bent down to whisper in her ear, a smirk dancing across her lips. "It's time to become our good little girl, Janice," she murmured, sending shivers down Janice's spine. As Martha watched the exchange with a smirk of her own, Chantelle reached for a small bottle of baby oil. Carefully, she drizzled the lubricant over Janice's body, gently massaging it into her skin. She then put a bonnet on Janice's head followed by a pacifier which had ribbons allowing it to remain in Janice's mouth. Then they guided her out to their car and drove her to a new location.Upon arrival, they led her inside a dimly lit, luxurious penthouse apartment. The space was adorned with expensive furniture, exquisite artwork, and soft ambient lighting. The atmosphere was rich with sensuality, creating an ideal setting for their desires. Janice stood there, dazed and confused, unable to comprehend the events that had transpired. Martha grinned, a mischievous glint in her eye. Inside sat a woman smiling as the girls brought Janice in. "Hello Miss Noir this is baby Janice and she is here for you tonight"

They led Janice over and removed the pacifier as Miss Noir pulled her onto her chest. She grabbed her breasts and pushed her teat into Janice's mouth "Is baby feeling hungry?" asked Miss Noir. Janice's brain was a jumble of confusion and arousal. The taste of breast milk mixed with baby oil hit her tongue, making her cringe initially, but after a few moments, she found herself enjoying the flavour. The sensation sent shockwaves through her body, filling her with a sense of vulnerability and submission. The room was filled with an intoxicating blend of sensuality and intimacy, as Mis Noir stroked Janice's hair and gently caressed her face. Her gaze held a sense of dominance, yet also conveyed a comforting warmth. Meanwhile, Chantelle and Martha observed the scene, taking pleasure in witnessing their prey submit to their will. Janice struggled with her newfound identity as a helpless infant, clutching the pacifier with her tiny hands. Her mind raced with conflicting emotions – part fear, part arousal, and a large portion of bewilderment. Yet, as she savoured the sweetness of the breast milk, she gradually found solace in her vulnerability. Chantelle and Martha observed the transformation with pride, revelling in the power they wielded over Janice. Miss Noir stroked Janice's hair affectionately, her gentle touch offering comfort in the midst of this chaotic world. The room was awash with sensuality, as the intoxicating scent of sex filled the air.

Miss Noir had gotten herself off from Janice suckling on her breasts and that was the aroma that filled the air. Janice could not help herself and the result of all the milk was her bladder was full and she peed herself into the diaper. Martha and Chantelle both seemed pleased with themselves watching Janice wet herself like a baby. Taking away her soiled diaper and clothes. She felt humiliated and yet turned on by their control over her. As they dressed her in another onesie and diaper, Janice began to lose track of the line between fantasy and reality. The constant submissiveness required by her role as a baby began to affect her psyche, making her question the very nature of her existence. Chantelle and Martha watched her closely, their eyes gleaming with satisfaction as they witnessed Janice's transformation. Chantelle and Martha took Janice to a nursery that was decorated in pink and they placed her in an adult cot. "Tomorrow is Saturday so no Uni. You will be staying here with Miss Noir tonight we will collect you tomorrow" said Chantelle and Martha to Janice. Janice couldn't believe how quickly the days were passing since she submitted to them. They had manipulated her life to such an extent that she was living within their perverse fantasies. Miss Noir smiled reassuringly, reaching out to stroke Janice's hair once again. The warmth in her voice eased some of Janice's anxieties, providing a sense of comfort amidst the chaos.

Miss Noir leaned closer, pressing a tender kiss upon Janice's forehead. "Sleep well, my little one," she whispered, her voice a melodic lullaby. As Janice nestled into the soft cushion of the adult cot, she felt a sense of belonging, albeit unnerving, to this twisted scenario unit.