Aunt Barbara disposed of her syringe and exchanged a look of satisfaction with her sister as they sat on either side of their nephew and watched the injections take their effect. Both of his aunts caught the top edges of their dress collars in their fingers and popped them to their full height around their coiffures, knowing that the feminine superiority of their strict dresses had the power to dissolve the boy's last shreds of self-control. A twist of power curled their crimson lips as his bare arms and legs began to quiver, then writhe helplessly with girlish weakness as waves of femininity swept through his lower body and outwards into his limbs. He slithered about on the bed in his silk blouse and skirt and little cries of surrender squeaked from his throat as intense feelings of sweetness overwhelmed him.

"Aunt Barbara... A-A-Aunt Myrna, I... I want you to dress me in frilly baby clothes and baby diapers, like I'm a little girly baby of one year old.... Pleeeease, Aunties... oh pleeeease!"

Aunt Myrna caught one of his arms and Aunt Barbara caught his other wrist, so that he had to listen to them, even though his face turned from side to side as he tried to enclose himself inside the long points of his blouse collar.

"Yes, my boy," cried Aunt Barbara, "it's what you need: pretty baby panties and diapers, with ruffled baby bloomers spreading widely over your most feminine parts."

"We're going to put you into petticoats and a darling baby dress, Johnny," said Aunt Myrna, so that you learn how babyish and girlish you really are. But first, I am going to put you into my panties, you wicked boy. You are going to see what it feel like to be enclosed inside my panties."

A spasm of horror rippled through Johnny as his mind went back to the day not so long ago when his aunts opened Aunt Barbara's pantie drawer and showed him the deep layers of silk, satin and rayon panties. He quivered with embarrassment at how he had erected instantly, to the horror of his aunts, how they had dressed him in four of his aunt's pairs of panties and two of her silk blouses, and then laid him inside the drawer, covering him completely with panties so that he was buried, before they had closed him up inside the chest of drawers, with panties smothering and surrounding him in the perfumed darkness.

It was all he could do now to prevent his penis from squirting his cream into the laps of his aunts as they sat on either side of him. Was he going to be put inside Aunt Myrna's panty drawer this time?

Instead, Aunt Myrna walked across to her chest of drawers, lifted the silky sides and legs of several pairs of her panties, and drew into sight a large pair of white silk bloomers. Placing it on top of the chest, she reached under her skirt and drew down her own panties, taking them off over her shoes. she replaced them with the white bloomers, which sizzled up her stockings, the elastic leg cuffs catching at her knees, then pulling out of sight under the skirt of her taffeta dress.

"Bring him here, Barbara dear," she said, installing herself in the armchair with a cushion to support her back. She planted her backside well forward, then lifted the front of her skirt and petticoat and drew them up to her bust as she waited for her sister to position their nephew in front of her stockinged knees.

Johnny's feelings of humiliation were overpowering him after the humiliation gas he had inhaled. His blouse seemed so silky, its collar so wide, and his breasts so large and so feminine. His arms too, bound back behind him in the single sleeve of white kid, forced his breasts forward and were helpless to defend himself. He was at his aunts' mercy as Aunt Barbara forced him down by the shoulders of his blouse and his knees fell to the floor, his pink silk skirt slithering over his petticoats.

"The cane," said Aunt Myrna. "I will need to fleece his pretty French panties if he is not pleasuring me enough.

Johnny knelt nervously in front of his aunt's gleaming high heels as she took the cane and placed it between her pantied hips and the arm of her chair. As he peered sheepishly up to his aunt, adoring her in her panties and dress, she slid her knees apart and spread her shoes wide on the carpet.

He was astonished at this change in her deportment. She was usually so elegant, an example of feminine grace. Now she was looking down at him over her bust and displaying the gusset of her white bloomers in front of his face. In the centre of the silky gusset was a bow of white satin, which she held with the fingers of both hands and undid by pulling in opposite directions. Once the bow had disappeared, her fingers caught the gathered silk in the centre and spread it apart, so that it widened with the satin ribbon pulling wider and wider.

A wave of fright seemed to sweep Johnny's hair. Aunt Myrna's bloomers had opened and she was showing him her most private regions. He daren't look. Instead he looked up to see her eyes on him with strict command.

"Inside, my boy," she said. "Get inside my panties... find my love lips... and squeeze your feminine little tongue deep inside of me!"

Johnny fainted... or nearly did. If Aunt Barbara hadn't held his head still by the back of his hair and with her other hand under his jaw, he would have slumped into a heap. He found his face being threaded through the elastic cuff and the shirred silk being pulled over his head ears and gathered at his neck. He felt the cuff being tightened, the satin ribbon being pulled tight, and the bow being refastened at the back of his neck. He was inside Aunt Myrna's bloomers, with garter straps on either side of him and face to face with her personal female place.

"Kiss me, Johnny!" he heard above him, and he felt the back of his skirt and petticoat being turned up and a lash of his aunt's cane delivering a wuthering stroke across his buttocks. He found himself being pulled forward by the head as Aunt Myrna pulled her bloomers more tightly to her waist. His nose and mouth were pressed into the hair between her legs, buried in wet, juicing folds of flesh.

"Get your tongue inside my lips, you naughty boy," cried his aunt, her voice in a growl, and he felt a second whip of the cane across both his buttocks. At the same time he felt her hand grabbing him from above and pulling his head into the deepest part between her legs.

His lips slithered and kissed in the juicy space between her hair, and his tongue pushed between the lips, finding the entrance... reaching inside... further... and his penis felt a surge of desire as his tongue pushed and pulled as hard as he could inside his aunt's pussy.

A moan vibrated through her legs as she closed her bloomers around his head and locked him tightly in his prison. He felt her stockings gather together at his hips and her shoes click into position around his own. He tongued and he tongued, knowing that at last he was doing what his aunt wanted him to. At last his aunt was going to be pleased with him.