Husband Babyfication at the CHERUB Sissification Hospital
a story by Prim




  Henry Cuddlesworth looked ridiculous in his wife's double breasted coat in blood red wool with its deep sleeves and large geometric collar. At dress size 24, she was twice his size, and she certainly had twice the presence as she and her friend Elizabeth Darlington shepherded him through the automatic doors of CHERUB and into the foyer of the sissification hospital.
  "In!" she ordered, "and you can stop this moaning now. It won't change anything and you may well annoy the nursing staff, which I wouldn't do if I were you."
  All heads turned to see the newly arrived patient in the big, straight, red coat and red high heels. There were no other babies or sissies at this hour of the morning, but six or eight women were waiting for the treatment rooms to open for spectators at 9am. The schedule for each of the eight galleries was posted on the screen above the babywear display cases, and the women were deep in discussion as to which baby treatment they would like to witness. Henry attempted to turn and leave at once, but he was held by the sleeves and propelled forward into the middle of the hall.
  "Arlene, you can't do this to me. Take me home at once. All this stupid talk of keeping me in my place and in a cot is nonsence and you know it. Let's go..."
  "Don't you dare say to me that my plans for you are nonsence, you insolent puppy-squeak. After my years of putting up with your babyish impotence and childish grumbling. Your place is to do as you're told by your wife and to honour me with your unswerving, submissive devotion."
  Arlene's voice too was twice as strong as Henry's, and had all eight women visitors watching and grinning as they watched another male patient being told his position in life. Today that position was to be turned into bitter reality for Henry.
  But he wasn't beaten yet.
  "Come on, Arlene... Elizabeth, let go!... we're getting out of here now," and he managed to plant his feet by putting his high heels next to each other, pressing his knees together, and leaning back towards the door to freedom. The commotion caused the nurse at reception to press her security button and come round the desk to give a hand.
  The CHERUB hospital nurses wore dresses in pink nylon, with a pointed collar and short sleeves. Their starched caps are widely pointed in a 1960s style and trimmed all round with pink piping, while they wore long satin gloves for handling the patients, and white patent high heeled pumps. As surely as guardsmen must be tall to secure selection, the nurses of the sissification hospital must have breasts that strain the bibbed front of their white rubber nursing aprons, so it was with a slither of nylon and a swish of latex that Nurse Cotton followed by four duty nurses descended on a panicking Henry Cuddlesworth.
  "No... Listen, there's no need to get hold of me... I just want to go home... I'm leaving now... No... leave my coat... Let go of me!... Ohhhhh!... Get off me... let me up.. you can't do tha..."
  Arlene and Elizabeth stood to one side for the nurses to do what they do so well, and the women in the foyer gathered quickly to watch the sport. The nurses worked on their new patient on the floor, pulling his wife's coat off his arms to reveal the blouse and skirt she'd got him in, and plunging into him with continuous tickles.
  "Gerroff! Owwwww!... Ohhhhh!... Hey don't do... Ohhhhhh!... Ahhhhh!... Stop!... He-e-e-eyyy!... What're ya doi-i-i-i...? No-o-o-o-oooo! Ahhhhhhh!"
  But CHERUB nurses are relentless. They never stop until their victim starts to wet himself, and even then, they persist in tickling every inch of his body as he slides and squirms in the pool of his own urine. Nurse Cotton stopped to get up and speak to Arlene, leaving her colleagues to rob the patient of any weak little eddies of strength he might have thought he still had.
  "Aaaaggghhhh! No-o-ooo... Ohhhhh... Oh help me-e-e-eeeee!... Arrgghhh!" His wriggles diminished until all he could do was lie and suffer as the tickling went on and on and on and his urine flowed freely, to the enormous satisfaction of the watching women. There were groans of sexual arousal from all of them as they stood above the patient, watching the suffering on his face and the satisfaction and determination on the faces of the four tickling nurses.
  "Miss Cuddlesworth, isn't it, with Baby Henry?" asked the reception nurse. "Would you like to leave the duty nurses to deal with him while we sign him in and arrange for your dress changes?"
  "Just as long as they don't let the pouffe shake himself free and scarper out the door," cried Arlene, in a voice that was for the benefit of the nurses they were leaving behind.
  "Ha-ha, I can assure you your husband won't be escaping with duty nurses in charge of him. He's already incapable of standing up."
  Arlene and Elizabeth looked back to see a pair of coral pink rubber panties being pulled down over his head, so that the ruffled waist cinched his neck and the leg ruffles barely opened on the sides of his hair. His wife snorted with reassurance as she heard the dulcet tones of his crying from inside the panty.
  The nurses weren't content with rubber panties to enclose his face: his wife's blouse was hanging off him and was easily removed, followed by her bra, while Henry slumped and twisted like a helpless rag doll as the nurses undressed him down to his wife's garter belt and laddered stockings.
  "Babies like to wear Mummy's brassiere, babykins," declared one of the nurses as he was divested of the flesh coloured bra.
  "Aaarrgggghhhhhhhhhh!" he grizzled as one cup was fitted over his rubber-covered face, with the rest of the bra being wrapped twice round his head so that the hooks and eyes could be secured tightly at the back of his neck... a long row of eight hooks fastening into the tightest row of eight eyes. "Mmmmppphhhhhhh!... Mmmmmmpphhhh!" And his tickling continued so that he lay, loose and opened out on his back, to be tickled into total impotence.
  The nurses had a ladies rain cape in shiny dark blue latex. They lifted him by the shoulders, wrapped it round him and buttoned him into it at his throat and down his breast. He was lifted to slide it under him on the wet floor, before he was fully buttoned down to his feet, while the hood was lifted over his brassiered head and buttoned shut up the front. As Arlene and her friend were led into the changing rooms, they had the pleasure of watching him being slid along the floor by the hem of his cape, on his way to his preparation for his babyfication.
 
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  Arlene caught up with her husband in the transvesting suite. She and Elizabeth had changed, in line with the hospital dress code for women visiting the treatment rooms. They wore dominant dresses in taffeta filled out with deep layers of soft silk petticoats, designed to provide a soft bed for a naked adult baby to sink into if that was what the nurses needed. Above their heads was the elbow rest of the curved gallery, like the front row of the circle in a theatre. When Henry was carried in, with two nurses holding him under the arms and two carrying a leg each, Arlene and Elizabeth were sitting waiting for him with Nurse Grant, and six friendly women's faces peered down from the gallery to watch the patient under baby treatment. He was placed in position on the waiting rubberised satin display chair in the centre, and called out to his wife as he was having his arms pulled back and secured, while his legs were fastened with his knees wide apart.
  "Arlene... for God's sake... what are they doing to me?... Take me home, my dear, dear Arlene... Pleeeeease!"
  He had been dressed in a satin teddy onesie in rose pink, with a little Peter Pan collar at his throat and neat little ruffles round the tops of his legs. His penis stood nakedly erect through its slot. Maybe it was erected by the baby dressing he was being subjected to, or perhaps it was being handled and bossed by nurses in crisp dresses with white rubber aprons. He tried again appealing to his wife's sense of pity... or even her love for him.
  "Darling, I don't know what you've got in mind here... what are you... trying to prove, darling? I just want to go home and... and do everything you want me to do. I'll try much harder... Arlene! Help me!"
  He might as well have addressed the door post for all the notice his wife took of him. She had ears only for Nurse Cotton, who was explaining his treatment to her, and Elizabeth and to the ladies whose faces peered down from a few feet above.
  "The male patient is going to have his mind refocused," the nurse said, her blond hair swirling across her shoulders as she turned from one listener to another. "The nurses are fitting him with his bottle fixture from which he will drink a subtle blend of babifying juices and feminine hormones, so that his nature will be modifying with every experience he meets during his treatment. Now his ear phones are being fitted, to add to his disorientation."
  "Will he be listening to nursery rhymes and the like?" asked Elizabeth, loving the idea.
  "Sort of. Little girls giggles and laughter, mostly, and ladies speaking to him... telling him how he loves this and loves that. All his key words of persuasion, like diaper, bonnet, rubber panties, pacifier, petticoat, suckies and especially lovely baby dresses."
  "Arlene!" they heard from the patient's chair, and looked round to see his bottle being presented to his mouth. "Darling, stop them fro... gug-guggnnnggghhh!"
  The bottle bracket was strapped to his face with wide straps that passed round his cheeks and were buckled at the back of his neck with a vertical row of three buckles. The bottle was fed from above by a transparent tube from an arm that projected from the high back of his chair, and immediately, as Henry coughed and spluttered, a white mixture could be seen bubbling its way down the tube as he started drinking. His eyes were like saucers, turning to his wife, but he quickly became more concerned with having to regulate his drinking to avoid choking.
  On either side of him sat a CHERUB nurse holding a sweet little baby dress, one in pink, the other blue, and they took it in turns to hold the dress for him to look at, then to lower it onto his erected penis, and softly to masturbate him with its silky, frilly prettiness.
  "He's being persuaded to accept what will happen to him over the next hour," said Nurse Cotton. "When his resistance is sufficiently reduced, we'll progress to his main masturbation sequence for full dress persuasion."
  "Excuse me," came a voice from above. A middle aged woman with dark hair round her face looked down on them. Arlene immediately took her to be a school teacher. "I hope you don't mind my saying, but when I had my second husband babyfied at CHERUB, it was the dress persuasion that taught me how deliciously exciting the whole procedure is for his Mistresses. You ladies are in for a treat!"
  "Why thank you, my dear," returned Arlene. "I do hope you will stay and watch him being changed."
  "Can I watch too?" and "Me too," chorused from above, and the nurses assured all the ladies that they were welcome to watch as he was being pulled round this important corner towards becoming a baby girl.
  "First we accustom his penis to the sorts of pleasures he will be subjected to, and link his mind patterns with those pleasures. It's when he starts to think of being a baby girl and grows stiffer in his penis at the same time that he will be ready for his full dress persuasion. See, his nurses are tickling the underside of his genitals now withfrilly baby dresses, while he hears and responds to the baby-life key words from his ear phones."
  Henry Cuddlesworth had developed a way of interrupting his drinking flow long enough for him to moan with pleasure in his throat. He did it time and time again as he gazed down on the little blue dress with a white frill round the bottom, or at the lovely pink baby dress in two tiers of soft silk georgette. It wasn't long before his penis began throbbing with expectancy, rising to its lovely stumili, then spouted its longing across the floor in front of his chair in wreaths of helpless sissy cream.
  "Just what I would have expected from him, the little cum slut," cried Arlene by way of apology for the disgusting depravity of her husband.
  "You mustn't worry yourself, my dear," rejoined Nurse Cotton. "That happened by design as his nurses roused his perverted desire for the two little dresses."
  "Absolutely," added one of the nurses holding a dress. "It indicates that he is ready for us to begin his serious masturbation, and coupled with his medicinal drink, it will bring about a permanent change in his first visit to the hospital. It's at this stage that we take his satin teddy away and dress him in baby girl rubber panties."
  Arlene and Elizabeth clapped their hands with delight and watched avidly as the patient's hands and legs were released for his lingerie to be removed. In its place he was dressed in a wide pair of rubber panties in a creamy beige, in slightly ribbed latex, loud in its slippery sizzles as the panty was drawn up his legs and arranged round his delicate baby parts. His penis was evidently delighted, for it pointed sharply upward as he was re-fixed into his chair, and this time, an additional fitting, a sort of vertical tray two feet long, upholstered in smooth white rubber, was attached to his chair between his legs, and adjusted so that the tray stood up, inches in front of his stiffening penis.
  Arlene scoffed at him as his eyes begged her for pity from behind his bottle, for it was still buckled behind his neck and he drank and swallowed throughout this changeover. He was sucking and swallowing when the nurses were ready to begin.
  "What does baby Henry think of this little baby dress in pink candy satin with white puffed sleeves?" asked one of his nurses, spreading the dress over his rubber-covered upright tray and holding it from the top. "Would he like to lean forward to meet it, hmmm?... to cuddle up to the pretty dress, and touch it nicely with his stiff little clittie?"
  Whether baby Henry wanted to or not, his chair moved, operated from the side by one of the nurses, until he looked down on the little dress from either side of his bottle. He mewled and moaned with desire, leaving Arlene, Elizabeth and all the onlookers in no doubt as to his longing to caress the baby dress.
  "Cuddle it with cream, babykins," came an excited urge from the gallery above, bringing smiles to everyone's faces, but after a bare minute of togetherness with the dress, before he had a chance to 'cuddle it with cream', it was taken away to be replaced on the rubber surface with a cute little A-line dress in sharp pleats of purple and white floral silk, once again with puffed sleeves, a rounded collar edged with ruffles of silk, and a row of five purple buttons down the front.
  "Baby can show her pretty baby dress all her love if she likes," said the nurse, who held the dress from the shoulders while her colleague flared the pleats, lifted the front and revealed it to have a petticoat lining of white satin.
  "Oh what a gorgeous baby girl dress for our little babykins," gushed the nurse, and as she held it closer, her colleague spread the pleats with their buttons over the pointed front of Henry's rubber panties and smoothed it round and round in sizzles of feminine sweetness.
  "Take him all the way, nurse," urged Arlene beside her elbow. "We want to see him surrendering to his treatment, right now please."
  "In a minute, Arlene. We like to wait until the patient accepts his treatment, so we wait for the signs. Shall we show your husband this little petticoat next?"
  It was a baby petticoat of semi-transparent white organza, sleeveless, with three skirts flaring from a high waist, and fastening down the back with three petticoat buttons. As it lay spread out in front of him for his chair to bring him blissfully forward and into its girlie softness, a wail of emotions groaned somewhere deep inside the wretchedly naked patient. Even Arlene could see that he was heaving on his wrist straps to try and push his groin deep into the petticoat with his pointed rubber panties.
  The nurses gave him his desire, by bringing his chair back forward, and moving the petticoat onto his eager panty point where they frolled it round and round to add to his thrilling pleasure.
  "I think our little baby girl needs this," cooed another of the nurses, and from behind him she opened a large poke bonnet in pink and white floral silk, lined with pale pink satin throughout, and slid it forward from the back of his hair until his whole head disappeared inside it. It smelt of baby talcum powder and fastened with silk ribbons under his chin, and the nurses made sure the stiffened wings of his bonnet were pulled all the way forward so that he was fully focused on the petticoat swishing over his rubber panty front.
  Once again, before he could ejaculate, the petticoat was withdrawn, bringing muted wails of despair from baby Henry. But into its place appeared a darling pair of ruffled baby bloomers in cerise pink satin. Each ruffle had a half inch trimming of white lace, and the nurses opened them out deliciously for him to see his baby bloomers in their most appealing and beautiful sweetness. So soft and pretty and baby-girlish.
  If he had not been secured so well, he would certainly have broken his bonds and fallen upon the bloomers to make love to them. As it was, his nurses held them over the point of his rubbers and frolled them slowly to and fro, and round and round, then up and down, until Henry's baby penis, longing to be dressed in baby bloomers like these, jerked and spurted with squirts of sissy baby cream, over and over again.
  The ruffled bloomers were then held inside his satin bonnet, and he was allowed to kiss them for almost a minute before they were withdrawn, for another little dress to be presented to his tray. He wailed with passion, and drank and swallowed repeatedly, for the pretty baby dress had a little girl embroidered on the lemon silk skirt, beneath a darling, white Peter Pan collar. He was allowed to love it and love it, over and over, squirting again and again because he wanted to wear it so much. He was so eager in his surrenders from then on, that Arlene and Elizabeth hugged each other as they watched his ejaculations spurt into his panties, while the ladies in the gallery applauded and laughed and congratulated Arlene on the start of another successful babyfication.
  He was finally unfastened from his chair to be prepared for going home as his wife's baby girl. He was relieved of his bonnet and very messy rubber panties, and put into diapers and plastic pants on Arlene's knee. He almost sank out of sight in the skirt of her deeply petticoated dress.
  Over his popper pants went a lovely diaper cover in the form of deeply frilled pink nylon baby bloomers, so girlish that they brought an immediate outburst of crying from a weakened and now quite helpless Henry. His wife put him into a waist length petticoat, slipping it up his arms and buttoning him at the back. She chose to take him home in a baby girl blouse and little skirt, which she had chosen while the nurses were cleaning him up. The blouse was white with pretty smocking across the breast, with a pretty collar trimmed round with lace and with the same lace edging on the cuffs of the little puffed sleeves.
  His skirt was in pale blue satin, with shoulder straps fastened at front and back with large white buttons, and with three more big buttons down the front. It ended at the tops of his thighs, showing a further five or six inches of bloomer frills almost down to his knees. A pretty pair of lace anklets were completed with shiny black one-strap Mary Janes. Everyone watched as he ejaculated into his diaper and then began to sob with shame
  "I can't be putting up with all that noise, Henry!" declared Arlene as he bawled with misery and humiliation.
  "I'm afraid he will cry and cry," said Nurse Cotton, holding a jumbo pacifier in pink with a soft rubber teat in see-thru beige plastic.
  "That's why we issue Mistresses with Baby Daisies, filled with something nice for him to suck on." One of the nurses held his head still for her and she forced it in, then pulled the pink satin ribbons behind his neck and did them into a bow which she fluffed into a really big shape.
  "He'll be sucking on feminine hormone treatment until..." and she consulted her watch... "at least six o'clock tonight, by which time he will see everything in a far more feminine light.
  Arlene couldn't thank her and the nurses enough for the wonderful day they had given her and her friend, and for the gorgeous start they'd made on her husband's babyfication.
  She didn't want him covered in her big red coat on the way home - she wanted his blouse and skirt and baby bloomers fully on view, especially when she walked him down her own street, where she hoped the neighbours would gather round and see what a sissy baby she had made of her husband. In the foyer she made final arrangements for the following week, when he would be back for his first full dress-loving appointment... and her babyfied husband's eyes screwed into misery as he learnt that this was only the first of many visits to the CHERUB Sissification Hospital.
 
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