Michael can't sleep.

As Michael watched Kylee laying in the guest bed, sucking on a pacifier, thick diaper hidden underneath the bedding of the guest bed, he felt blood rush to his penis. There was no question after this night's events. He was Kylee's Daddy now. Calling himself that felt good. Michael quietly closed the door, letting his newly minted baby-wife rest.

With his newly minted baby-wife tucked in for the night, Michael returned to the room he shared with Kylee just hours ago, crawled into bed, grabbed his phone, and started to plan.

With one hand massaging his engorged cock, Michael began searching the Internet for everything he would need to complete his wife's transformation from the strong, independent woman he knew her as, to the incontinent, submissive babygirl he wanted her--no, he needed her--to be.

Michael scoured all of the corners of the internet to find what he was looking for. Businesses that specialized in adult-sized, baby-style clothes to rework Ky-Ky's wardrobe. Places that specialized in selling gigantic pacifiers, perfect for an adult woman's mouth. Furniture makers that created extra-large cribs, highchairs, and changing tables, sized to fit adults. And, of course, Michael began to order as many babyish, adult-sized diapers as he could find.

Just the thought his wife sitting in a giant crib a poopy diaper, dressed in a onesie, pacifier in her mouth, waiting desperately for him to change her put him over the edge. He through his phone to the side and started to vigorously massage his throbbing penis.

"You're such... a... naughty... baby!" Michael moaned as he shot a hot, sticky load of cum onto his stomach.

"Fuck, why is this so fucking hot?" Michael asked himself as his post-nut clarity kicked in.

A little ashamed, but less horny, Michael got out of bed, walked to the bathroom sink, and washed himself clean of his seed while he started to seriously think about next steps. He was happy with all of the online businesses he found that had all of the products he would need to keep his little pants pooper babies over the long term. However, in the short term, he wasn't going to be transition Kylee into her new status as his adult-baby daughter quickly.

So, grabbing his phone he did a quick search for local businesses that specialized specifically in incontinence supplies and special needs furniture. Amazingly, Michael discovered that just 45 minutes away, two towns over, there was a shop that specifically catered to adult babies and diaper lovers, a fetish category he was barely aware of before this week, but that he would have to clearly count himself a part of after tonight. From the store's website, it appeared to have everything he would need to transition Kylee to her new life immediately.

The only problem was, knowing what he was going to be getting, he was certain both he and Kylee wouldn't fit in the vehicle with all of the supplies he would be buying. Further, he wasn't comfortable with leaving Baby Ky-Ky alone long enough for her to slip back into Kylee. What could he do?

Michael suddenly had an idea. He moved from his phone's browser to his messenger app and pulled up a chat from the last day.

Michael: Sorry to bug you, I know it's late, but are you up?

Emily: It's no problem! I've got a little insomnia so I was just up anyways. I was actually just thinking about you and Kylee. How is the poor little thing doing?

Michael: Lol, poor little thing? Do I have a story for you! Little Ky-Ky is doing as well as can be expected given the circumstances, but that's actually why I am texting you. Are you free tomorrow morning? I have a favor to ask, and don't worry, I'll pay you for your troubles.