The Silky Nursery Center

Continuing Prim's graphic serial


  The story so far:
  Tim and Richie arrive in a new town and see an exciting shop window filled with pretty baby wear in large sizes. They realise they are being watched from the window and move on, but they want to return for another look. Unfortunately, four girls are ready to catch them and drag them into the Silky Nursery Center, where they are put into baby pantyhose and bras and fastened helplessly into babyfication chair-units.

 Chapter Three: Tim and Richie are petticoated, ready for diapers
 
The girls of the Silky Nursery Center couldn't stop talking at the tops of their voices, for all the world as if they had each downed a bottle of hootch. It wasn't every day that a couple of wannabe sissies walked into their honey trap: their new baby captives usually had to be groomed and persuaded to come along with their mistress or stepmother, whichever woman wanted them off their hands. But Tim and Richie had made it so easy. Even better, these boys showed an intense interest in baby wear that looked like it was for bigger, 'grown up' babies.
"Do you feel nice and comfy in your pink sissy chairs, little sweeties?" said Abby, the nursery directress. "Does it feel nice, having your dolly little popsies prettied in your plastic sheaths, and even more exciting, having your lovely titties swollen into proper girly tits, so that you will both be little girl babies?" The pink feeding tray on the front of Tim's chair made it hard for her to kiss him on the lips, so she stroked him up and down the thigh of his white pantyhose and on his bare arm, fastened in a pink satin cuff to the side of his babyfication unit.
"Oh please. Please, Abby, have pity on us. Please s-s-stop the mach-ch-chine. I don't want to be turned into a g-g-girl, or a b-baby." The pleasure coursing through Tim's genital was pure bliss, and he would normally have grasped it with both hands, but it was the pleasure he was enjoying in his nipples and all over his chest that had him very worried. "Ooohhh. Oh please stop!" he wailed as Isabel's fingers found a new angle round his penis and made him squirm and wriggle with pleasure as she masturbated him. Her fingers held him through his hose panty, which she clasped round the soft plastic sheath that held his penis. It was linked by a tube into the babyfication unit, so that each ejaculation could be fed back into his individualised sissification program. In effect, the girls had him so that he was sissifying himself.
"But Timmy darling," cried Isabel, standing almost in front of him to look him in the eye while her hand squidged up and down, up and down, "Auntie Isabel wants to be your mummykins, and hug and kiss you ever so much. And then, when you're fully conditioned into sugary soft babyness, I want you to suck on my tits for hours, like a good little baby girl."
"Wank his popsy from the side, Isabel," cried Jen opposite. "How can they see each other being babyfied if you're in the way? And we want Baby Timmy to see his friend Baby Richie having his sissy breasts grown nice and big, don't we, Richie my pet?" She stroked her hand down the inside thigh of Richie's nylon stocking, smiling into his blushing face as he fought back the tears. "We're fattening up your breasts nicely for the girls, aren't we, Richie sweetie? All those girls who will be playing with you when you are a proper big baby girly."
Apart from tears, Richie was struggling to keep control over his genitals as they felt so lovely in their plastic sheath, fingered and massaged constantly by Tabitha, who would have made him orgasm any day if she had got hold of his cock, never mind while feeling these rushes of pure bliss, through his organ and in his nipples at the same time. It was all so unnatural it scared him, and these girls: they were so bossy, so strong and so determined. They'd got the lads so completely under their control. "Tim, help me. Tim, what're they doing to my tits? Get them off me, Tim. Oh please stop them! Ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
His appeals were brought to a stop as Tabitha made one or two minor changes to the controls on his babyfication unit. The boy's legs flared out on either side in his stockings and the pleasure brought him close to fainting as he sat astride the machine and rested his chin in his pink tray.
"Come on, girls... these two are going to respond beautifully to their medical conditioning. Uniforms on, so that we can get them into their ve-e-ery special diapers." The girls followed Abby out of the room, leaving Tim and Richie turned on in their babyfication chairs.
"Mmmm, there's no big hurry," purred Tabitha, pursueing her fondling of Richie's defenceless member. "What can be more important than making you give in to me, my little babykins?" she cooed, standing just enough to the side to let Tim see what a helpless state his mate was in. "There's a good little Richie," she encouraged, sensing a throbbing in his penis. "After all, we have to practise the baby games your future mistresses are going to play with you... that's it, sugarbaby... come on Tabitha."
Her face was so young and pure, her hair, done into a plait on one side of her face, was so silky, and her neck and breasts were so smooth, that Richie felt himself sliding deeply into her power, rising to her invitations and desiring to be under her control. The warm glow of his pleasure seemed to take an age in rising, thanks to her silky handling, her fingers, her lovely face... until it reached a reward of blissful sweetness bursting out for him, squirting into his sheath, bubbling along his tube, returning into his pink plastic unit... accompanied by giggles of hilarity from the mischievous girl.
"Bye-bye, Richie honey. Thanks for the fun," she said with a twinkle of her fingers over her shoulder, and she was off after her friends. Richie sagged in his unit, his breasts pleasuring him, his penis feeling unusually excited and his legs feeling so cute in their white stockings.
"Tim... I... I couldn't help it... She made me do it, Tim. I couldn't stop her... I would have stopped her if I didn't have my hands tied like this."
His friend had seen it all: his mate lifted onto one of these awful sissy babyfication chairs in his suspender belt, his nylons and his brassiere. Then he had his hands fastened into pink cuffs on either side, and like himself in his own chair, his head had been collared into place by the pink tray that fastened over his shoulders, with horrible cups that covered his chest and linked to his nipples. Richie's cries and whimpers of pleasure had told him how effective the whole mechanism was in going to work on his sexuality. He didn't need to see it... he could feel it, in himself. This was awful. These girls were changing his sexuality, and Richie's too. If only they hadn't come back to this infernal Silky Nursery place. Tim's frightened thoughts were interrupted by sounds of weeping from Richie.
"Rich... Rich, are you all right? Don't let it get to you, mate."
"Oh Tim... I'm not letting it get to me... it's just so fucking beautiful, feeling this in my tits. I feel like I've got a girl's breasts, Tim, for crying out."
"I know, Rich. Me too. But we don't want to grow girls' breasts, for cryin' out! Why the hell did you get us to come back again and look into that window. They knew we were coming and they were waiting for us. You shouldn't have made me come back!"
"Me? I never made you come back. It was your idea. Ohhh - Ooooohhhhh! My cock! It feels so sweet... so gorge-Ooooooohhhhh!" Richie broke into a spasm of ejaculations, his arms and legs wriggling on either side of his pink unit. "Oh Tim... I can't help it... I feel like a girl and it's making me come."
Tim was managing to hold down his own orgasm, but it was his breasts that brought him to the edge of the precipice. He was trying to think clearly, which wasn't easy when he was so excited. "If they've got us feeling feminine, and feeling excited in our fucking tits, Rich, hell knows what they're going to do to us next. This could be only the beginning."
Richie wailed as he looked at his mate in front of him. "What do you think they might do, Tim? For God's sake, I'm scared. I don't want them to hurt me. They might be going to whip us or something."
"Worse than that, Rich lad... they might change our sex. They might actually make us girls. That gorgeous big bitch, the Abby one... she was talking about nurses uniforms, and medical conditioning. That's a big worry."
"Tim... Tim, do something. We've got to escape."
"Too right, Rich. We've got to get out of here." Tim pulled on his wrist cuffs, joined by a single link to the solid unit he was sitting on. He tried to turn his head but could only look half sideways. There was no way he could escape from this infernal machine. A surge of pleasure ran through him as he wriggled, filling his groin with a stronger and more beautiful sensation than any orgasm he'd had in the past, and before he knew it, his resistance evaporated and he was shooting cum into his sheath, forcing whole squelches of it down his pipe connection, showing Rich how helpless he was to resist these girlish, babyish pleasures. The sounds of footsteps came running, and the girls burst in upon them, this time in pink nursing dresses with white caps and white rubber aprons. They'd come back. They'd come to start their medical conditioning.
The big busted girl, Jen, confronted Tim, feeling the cups of his brassiere with her fingers and gloating into his eyes. Like the others, she'd put on eye make-up and bright red lipstick, making her lips gleam with seductiveness. "Yes, you're coming along nicely, sweetie," she said, disconnecting the pink tray and swinging it to the side so that Tim's white satin brassiere was released. "Girls are going to love playing with these tits, once we've got your hormone levels right."
Tim felt the blood draining from his head. Her white cap, her nursing apron, the efficiency with which she disconnected his penis from its sheath. This girl was definitely going to wring medical changes out of him.
"But don't worry, darling," cried Isabel as she unfastened the links that attached his pink cuffs to the sides of the machine, "we're going to put you both into such lovely baby diapers, you're going to feel just so-o-ooo sissy. You wait and see." Her uniform had big puffed sleeves and a pink medical cross on her cap and on the bib of her apron. "Come and sit on your baby changing table with us."
Tim's heartbeats were hammering. If he wasn't mistaken, they would be securing him to a baby changing table, which would make it just as hard to escape from their clutches. Right now, though, he was unfastened. This was his chance to make a break for it... to get Richie out of his machine and to get themselves out of the door. It didn't matter about their clothes, their bags. They just had to get away from this nursery. He was lifted from his perch by Jen and Isabel, and he was ready to make a break for it.
At least he thought he was. He pulled away from them, trying to shake them off his arms, his brassiere glowing white in front of him and his cock forcing its length into the panty of his hose. But that was when his knees gave way. Instead of shaking himself free, he found himself collapsing on legs of rubber, so that he was clutching at the girls to save himself from sprawling on his face. What was the matter with him? Why couldn't his legs act properly? Why wasn't he fighting as strongly as he knew he could?
"Ups-a-daisy," he heard from behind, and he was lifted bodily off the floor, with a mist of perfume permeating his nostrils with loveliness. He seemed to be floating high in the air, with Jen on one side and on the other... it was Abby, smiling and assured in a white collar and cap and hugging him into her rubber nursing apron. All too soon she put him down, on a pink rubber covered table near the floor, so that he looked up into her face as his hands were being fastened, with Isabel's face on his other side. Their smiles made them a mix between lovely females and dominant vixens. He had been right about his wrists being fastened again, and now it was too late. He was half sat up, half lying down, almost naked and very defenceless, with Richie looking down on him from his babying unit while Jen and Tabitha caressed him between them.
"Well, boys," said Abby, close to Tim's ear, "how do you like being regendered by nice nurses? It's going to be so lovely, isn't it? What every guy would pray for?"
Tim's pulse faltered and almost stopped. She'd said 'regendered'. What the hell did she mean by that? He had to try reasoning with them. "But listen... Abby. Abby, I like you. You're dead cute." His brain was racing... trying to get one step ahead. "I've got something to say. Before you go any further. Just hold on and listen."
Abby wore an expression of interested curiosity. She motioned to Isabel to stop, and the others stood and watched from either side of Richie. Tim had the floor, so to speak, and they were listening.
"Listen girls," he began, his heart thumping. Maybe this was the moment the girls would listen to common sense. He gathered his courage and turned to Abby beside his head rest. "I want to offer you some compensation... for annoying you outside your shop window and... for all the trouble you've gone to. And..." his mind was groping for anything which might help "...and to make up to you for having to allow us to go, and not getting us ready for other girls to play with."
Abby tilted her face with real intrigue, her glossed crimson lips pursed and wondering as Tim made his big play.
"I was thinking we... Richie and me... could maybe take you all out." There was silence. "For a meal. All four of you."
Abby's face held for a second, then burst into a spluttering raspberry of a laugh. The others roared too. "Oh darling," she giggled, regaining control of her voice, "you don't understand at all, do you? We're not playing some game for little girls, with you playing too if you want to." She had to laugh again. "I'm laughing because you don't see what a lovely position you and your nice friend have gotten yourselves into. You see, you both want to be looked after by nice girls, like us... and you would both love to wear nice baby clothes, for little girls. We know you're very keen to be treated like babies."
"We saw how you were loving it as you looked in the Nursery shop window," put in Jen.
"We saw how stiff your cocks were," added Tabitha.
Tim wilted as he realised where these girls were coming from. They weren't going to just let them go. "W-We could pay you to let us go. We've got a few bucks. A lot!"
"Oh well thanks, any bread is welcome," said Jen, "but we'll get our hands on that anyway."
The idea was always a loser, Tim knew. But surprisingly he found his wrists being released. His heart lifted. He might have touched their hearts or something. Then he saw a little white silk petticoat in Abby's hands. It was tiny, obviously for a girl rather than a woman. His hands were free again... another chance to escape, to fight...
"Let me have your little handy, darling," cooed Isabel, grasping his wrist and poking it through the puffed sleeve at the top of the petti.
Tim pulled away, hard, but his arm was helpless, weakened by his damned babyfication unit. She could push his arm into his petticoat no trouble, and the same with his other arm, and he could feel Abby fastening him down the back. Oh no... they were locking his wrists to the sides of his changing table again, but even when he wasn't tied at the wrists, he couldn't do anything to get away. He was hopelessly weak. What was Richie going to think of him now... a pathetic, limp-wristed wimp, hardly able to stand up? In any case, Richie was probably the same. Abby knelt on the floor alongside him and straightened out the little frill of lace all round the bottom of his petti. It barely reached his cock, which was as hard as a poker.
"So here's what's going to happen to our little Timmy and our little Richie," she told him. "First they will be petticoated..." She fluffed out his silk petticoat. "Isn't that sweet?" she asked him. He stayed silent, although his lower lip was dithering like a jelly. "Then they will be diapered."
"In these very special diapers," declared Isabel, laying three huge, folded diapers on the floor by his feet.
"Yes, very special diapers. And then," went on Abby, "they will be conditioned inside their ruffle bonnets."
"Mmmmmm, ruffle bonnets, Richie," cried Tabitha from beside his babyfication chair. "You'll feel ever so much closer to how a baby girl feels inside her diapers. And I can't wait to put you into your babying bonnet, honey."
The boy bleated with little pleas for mercy. "Please don't, T-T-Tabitha. I don't want to be a baby. I... I was only pretending to want it when we were outside."
Outside, thought Tim. What a sad situation they were in when simply being out in the fresh air again would seem like paradise to both of them. In the meantime, though, his nose was filled with Abby's perfume, he was being held by her and fondled round his cheeks and neck.
"You're going to be diapered first, Timmy pet," she said, her lips close to his cheek. "You see, it's the babywear that does it to our little newby babies. They would be fine if they never got as far as being wrapped up in baby things, because it's contact with the Silky Nursery babywear which produces the biggest changes in our little darlings." She smiled at him for a moment, then added: "It regresses them, darling."
The two girls lifted Tim's bottom clear of the table so that the first diaper could be slipped under his bottom and arranged inside his petticoat. It wasn't an ordinary diaper of absorbent foam. It was a mass of lemon yellow silky ruffles. So pretty to look at, and definitely for a baby girl. Tim tried to avoid sitting back down on it, but they lowered him right into the middle.
It was like a poison to him. A danger to his masculine sex. And the next thing, they were lifting him again, to slip a second diaper under the first, in pure white satin with an inside of satin ruffles to wrap around his private parts and keep them so soft and so babyish. Then a third. In lemon silk again. Ohhhhh it was so beautiful and so sweet. He almost found he wanted Abby to wrap him up in his girls' diapers and make him snug and babyish.
"Let me make Timmy's diapers extra specially feminine for him," cried Isabel, leaning across him with a can of scented spray, and its pink contents filled his lemon diaper frills with a shiny coating of feminine hormones. The next thing, she was folding his pink sprayed hormone diaper towards his testes and his cock. They were going to be encased in a baby girl diaper of soft silk ruffles and girls' hormones. They closed on his genitals with their cold, silky feel, and a surge of sexual desire flowed through his abdomen as each sticky side-tab was smoothed into position, holding him inside. Grrrrr, if only his hands weren't fastened, he could open them again. He was held inside a girls' diaper, filling him with girlishness. It was changing his sex.
"Oh no! No-o-o-ooo, I don't want to be a baby girl!" he cried, lying in his helpless condition. "Please don't fasten me into another girls' diaper."
Abby's brows lifted, as if to tell him they were going to no matter what he said to them, and Isabel closed the second diaper over the first, wrapping it round his waist, holding the front over the back and pressing down the full length of each of its sticking tabs. Not only was Tim doubly encased in girls' diapers, but they were enormously pouffy and deep. He was a ball of plastic covered silk and satin. Finally he was wrapped up in his third diaper, so big, so soft, and smelling of little girls' perfumed lingerie.
The feminine glow of his new condition took its toll. Instead of bracing himself to resist any feminine changes, he found he wanted to relax and sink into a lovely girlish sweetness and serenity from the waist down. He felt so adorable, and almost immediately, his pleasure swelled to a climax, loving his silky diapers and wishing they were contained inside some of the lovely little girls' bloomers they had seen in the window. It was the thought of bloomers and the dresses that went with them that made him deeply conscious of his lovely pantyhose, which he wanted to make love to and christen with his new, girlish spending. Which was why it happened, in warm floods of pleasure, into the panty of his hose and flooding into his lovely baby girl diapers.

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Chapter Four: Tim and Richie are helpless in their sissy waddle diapers

Richie watched in agonies of guilt. In front of him, Tim begged for release before being wrapped in fiendish feminizing diapers, leading to one sexual release after another. Richie knew he should be doing something to help his friend, to get the two of them out of this mess, but before his confused mind had come up with any kind of a plan, he found his wrists being undone. Jen and Tabitha were on either side of him, lifting him out of that horrendous babyfication unit. His penis was released, but now it was aflame with desire, eager for Tabitha to take hold of his it again, like she had done for the past quarter of an hour, bringing him such pleasure, such orgasmic climaxes. Ohhh, she was adorable.
Then his head made a realisation, as he was being laid on a second changing table. It was time for his turn, and anything they did to Tim, they would now do it to him. "Don't put me into those diapers, please, Jen... I'm begging you. Don't do it to me." He chose to appeal to the older girl rather than Tabitha because she seemed to be more senior... more in charge. And she was the one who was fastening his wrists. The girl was poker faced as she glared down at him.
"I'll give you a fuller picture of what lies ahead," she said, sitting back on her heels in her nursing uniform, beside where he lay on his table. "You're being prepared as sex-play fodder for sex-hungry girls, and to make it better for them, you are both going to be unsexed." She paused to give him a very wide, mock grin. "That appeals so much more, because these girls are hungry for amusement: they want nothing more than to humiliate and feminize males, see."
Richie went white. So this was what lay in store for him. He had better put up more resistance. The only trouble was, he was already in a pretty pink petticoat and his hands were already re-fastened to his changing table. He knew he couldn't fight back because his breasts were almost buzzing with pleasure, and his cock too, while his legs; what was it with these nylon stockings that they made him so eager to be dressed prettily, like in this darling petticoat? Ohhh, it was so pretty, so sweet, and it was taking away all his male strength, or that was how it felt.
"So now you can see why we must put you into your babying diapers, Richie, you stupid sissy. Bottom up!" It was Tabitha who spread the diapers out under his soft, defenceless bottom: two pink ones and a white one, all so delicate and ruffly like the ones they'd put Tim into minutes before. He chanced a look at his mate, on the opposite changing table, and he was being fastened into a huge pair of pink plastic baby pants covered in pictures of little girls' dresses.
"Mmmm, isn't Richie's popsie going to feel nice and girlish," said Tabitha with a grin on her lovely lips, "once it comes into intimate contact with my girls' hormone spray?" and she gave the inside silk ruffles of his pink diaper a thorough soaking with the can, before ditching it and grabbing hold of his solid penis for a nice rhythmic squeeze. She didn't have big breasts, but what she had she wanted to show him from the open front of her fragile, sexy nursing uniform. She was crouching so that he could see up her dress too, and she wasn't wearing panties. He whimpered, like an innocent puppy being toyed with by a she-wolf.
His whimpers became cries of desire and sexual arousal as he was enfolded inside his pink silk diaper. His hands tried to protect himself, but couldn't, as he watched his tabs being pressed into place, keeping him forcibly wrapped in gender-changing ruffles and silk. The pangs of pleasure inside his diaper were so smooth, so subtle, that his eyes lidded time and again. He was barely aware of Tim being hauled to his feet, wavering between Abby and Isabel, his legs forced into a ridiculous spread by more layers of plastic baby pants with a pattern of lovely baby bonnets and petticoats scattered all over them. He was marched, or perhaps the word should be 'waddled' towards the door, where he disappeared, leaving Richie to be enveloped in more diapers, followed inevitably by lovely, shiny baby pants. How he was loving it, but he mustn't! He couldn't like being dressed in baby things, could he?
"I think these lovely yellow panties will be just right for Richie to feel like a lovely little girl baby, don't you, Tabs?" said Jen, opening them out and helping her friend to lift his diapered bottom for them to slide underneath. "It's one of the favourite colours for baby girls when they have to be put into popper pants because of their wetties."
A moan of pleasure escaped his throat as the plastic pants were closed around him by Jen's fingers, and his poppers were pressed together with loud snaps, closing his diapers even more snugly and deliciously round his intimate places. He was feeling a lot more feminine in those parts of his anatomy. Ohhh, he was sure his penis and testes were turning more and more female with every moment that passed inside those delicious silk and satin diapers. How divine it was to be turning slowly into a baby girl.
Meanwhile, in the adjoining room, Tim's pleasures were a few steps ahead of Richie's. "What a good girl Timmy is being for us, Isabel," said Abby, the glow of pleasure making her face even more attractive than before in its sharply pointed collar of doubled white latex. "I do believe he wants us to turn him into a girl. Look how he's helping us, the little sweetie."
It was true that Tim held his hand out for her to fasten the cuff round his wrist at the side of his new pink baby display chair. And his other wrist too. He was too preoccupied with the swell of girlishness inside his lovely plastic pants, so sweetly popped shut all the way up both hips like a real sissy baby girl. Shudders of feminine sweetness swept through him as his legs spread out to the sides of his diaper pants, with just his pantyhosed feet resting on the end of his display chair. "Sissy Timmy wants his legs to be oh so wide apart for his lovely big baby diapers and plastic pants, doesn't he? So that we can try him out in some very pretty diaper covers for baby girls." She opened the drawer in the base of his display chair, and lifted out a huge pair of panties in gleaming pink nylon, oozing with lace round both legs, and with elastics to keep them tight round baby's waist and legs. "Would diddums like Isabel to dress your diapers and plastic pants in this one, sweetheart?"
"Y-Yes please," he whispered, barely daring to give voice to his earnest wish for the girls to pull them up his pantyhose. He knew he was a fool, and that ten minutes earlier he wouldn't have said he wanted them, but they were so pretty, and they were for little girl babies, so he wanted them so much.
"They're lovely, aren't they, pet?" said Abby, passing them to her partner, "and now Isabel is going to slip baby Timmy into his precious, big baby panties."
The panties had dainty designs of pale pink lace all over so Tim was in no doubt that he was being put into very feminine baby bloomers. He mewled with pleasure as his genitals ached for more and more prettiness, so that he could feel more and more like a little baby girl. Once the panties were drawn over his shiny plastics and under his bottom, he found his legs lifted onto pink extension troughs, like the stirrup supports used in maternity wards for examining mothers in their intimate places.
"Ohhhh, my baby girl panties!" he moaned, his eyes shutting with pleasure as both girls knelt beside him and fondled him with grins on their lips.
"Yes, sweetie, your loverly baby girl panties. And lickel Timmy feels so girly and so babyish inside them, doesn't he?" Isabel crouched close to his cheek and dabbed him with kisses between her chuckles of delight. "And here comes Timmy's baby girl fwend, Lickel Richie, in his darling big baby panties and his petticoat. Won't you make two loverly babies together for the girls to enjoy?"
Richie was warbling with a mixture of anguish and pleasure as he waddled through the door between Jen and Tabitha. His pink petticoat floated sweetly across the wide spread of his shiny plastic panties, and his difficulty in walking made it obvious to Tim that his mate was feeling a wonderful gush of girlishness inside his diapers, in an orgasm that made him stand still as he caught sight of Tim, and thrill over and over as all the girls laughed at the rapid changes that had transformed his sex beyond anything he might have dreamt of.
"Would Baby Richie like his nurses to dress him in some lovely diaper covers, like baby Timmy?" asked Jen, lowering him onto the display chair facing Tim's. "Does he want to enjoy some more lovely baby girl oozies while his friend watches him feeling very girlish?" added Tabitha, settling him into position so that he was face to face with his mate across the carpet.
When Jen produced his diaper cover, Richie wailed with despair. Seeing Tim displayed with his legs lifted and spread wide had reminded him of how humiliating their ordeal had become, and now he too was to be put into baby girl panties by these attractive girls, all of them less than twenty, he was sure, but all of them equally perverse and merciless in their desire to regress the two boys into babyhood.
His panties were in mint green satin, with ruffles round the bottom and satin bows at the outside of each leg. He was to be so girlish! And yet he could mount no resistance when Jen took his leg for Tabitha to loop the panty over his stocking foot. Then his other leg, which the girls took so easily that it seemed that Richie actually gave it to them, for his sweet satin panties to be drawn up his stockings, over and under his plastic panties, making him feel beautifully rosy in his private places.
"Let's make sissy Richie feel ever so helpless in his lovely stockings and diapers," said Tabitha, setting the height of his stirrup supports and resting his legs along them. As with Tim, she secured him at his knees and ankles with ribbons across the top of his clamps. "There, now, our babies aren't going to go anywhere now, while they take a lovely look at each other and see how pretty they are when we dress them as girl babies."
The girls chuckled and grinned to each other and settled down beside their captives to enjoy their mixture of misery and bliss. "I feel so nice in my petticoat and diapers," said Tim, drawing all eyes at this unexpected information. With everyone looking at him, he was overwhelmed with childish embarrassment, as if he had unwittingly made a fool of himself, and burst into a little fit of weeping.
"Ahhhhhh," soothed Isabel, kissing him on his lips so that his face disappeared from the others for maybe half a minute while the girls laughed and both babies. When she released his lips, she called everyone to pay attention to her little sweetie. "Abby," she said, "little Timmy is feeling lovely, a bit like a pretty girl baby, only he doesn't quite know if it's a baby girl feeling. Do you think it's time for us to fasten our sissies into their ruffle bonnets?"
"Oh yes," cried Tabitha. "Let's have them in babyfying bonnets."
Their leader got to her feet with a grin. "Yes, hon, it's time for us to turn our sissies into babies. Once we wrap their pretty little faces up inside these ruffles, and fasten their satin ribbons under their chins, their babyfiying bonnets will make them feel a lot more babyish than they do now." She held up a package wrapped in sparkling silver plastic, topped with a girlish ribbon, and showed the sissies what was in store for them.
A single thought sprang into the pleasure filled heads of both Tim and Richie at the same time. Babyfying bonnets! If the girls got as far as putting the two of them into those bursts of ruffles, it could mean they would be babyfied too far for any return. They must protest in the strongest possible way, before they are irreversibly changed into feminine little babies!
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In Chapters 5 and 6, the boys are right to worry as the girls prepare them for their babyfying bonnets.



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