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Sitting in her consulting room, Doctor Sybil Hunniford smiled at the man who was lying on the couch. She was dressed in a smart white nylon coat, from which emerged black stockings and spiky black high heels, and her swept back hair and spectacles gave her an air of complete authority.
The man was in his late thirties and quite good looking. He was also quite naked and looked distinctly nervous.
"It`s very good of you to help us with our research program Mr Pettygrew, or may I call you Cecil?" she said in her calm, soothing voice.
"Please do, Doctor," the man replied, trying not to stare at the woman`s perfect, long legs as she crossed one over the other yet again and wrote something on a clip-board. The sound of her sliding thighs, encased in sheer nylon, made him feel a little light headed.
"Well Cecil, here at the Fetish Institute we`re looking into male sexual fantasies- an inexhaustible subject as you can imagine!" "I, er, suppose it is" "We`re trying to find out exactly what men think about to excite themselves when they are masturbating. You do masturbate don't you dear?"
Pettygrew squirmed a little and then mumbled, "I suppose so...now and then."
"Of course you do. Well, we need to know what you think about when you're 'jerking off'; the situations you imagine getting into with a sexual partner say, and precisely what you want to do, or be done to you."
"I think I understand Doctor", said Pettygrew. The other person in the room, a pretty young nurse in a short, starched white uniform and even higher heels than the doctor smiled at him.
"I hope you don`t mind being naked by the way. Its easier for us to measure your breathing and heartbeat and - er, well, other responses." The nurse gave a little giggle as she finished attaching the last of half a dozen electrodes to his body. This was a metal ring which slipped over the head of his penis and nestled tightly under the rim.
"Now Cecil, I see from your answers to the questionnaire that you describe yourself as 'submissive with strong fetish desires'. This is exactly the sort of thing that we`re particularly interested in at the Institute. It leads to the most fascinating type of sexual fantasy! Just relax and talk freely about those desires of yours." There was a pause for several seconds "Please don`t be shy now Cecil dear, we`re quite unshockable here I assure you!"
At last Pettygrew took a deep breath.
"Well doctor, the main thing is - I always want to be under the control of women - I need to be utterly helpless and in their power." The doctor and the nurse smiled encouragingly and Pettygrew continued, "I-I want a dominant lady to...to ...dress me...."
"Fascinating! Dress you in what dear?" the doctor said. " Dress me as a little girl!" he blurted out. There, he'd said it. He waited for the hoots of derisive laughter, but Doctor Hunniford only smiled again, nodding enthusiastically.
"Splendid! that`s excellent Cecil dear. Enforced Transvestism and Age Regression! A wonderful fetish combination!. Do go on." The nurse too beamed with pleasure and said "Oooooh, Sissies are my favourite!" Pettygrew relaxed visibly now and began to feel he could really confide in the two women.
"I want to be transformed you see. I want the woman to destroy my masculinity completely. To smother me in soft feminine clothes - frilly little-girl dresses and swishy petticoats and extremely frilly pink girl`s panties!"
As he spoke the nurse began noting down meter readings from her instruments.
"Go on Cecil dear, tell me more about your `pretty little-girl` desires." said the doctor. "Are you a sweet little eight year old say, in ribbons and bows, or are you even younger and more helpless?"
"Well Doctor, sometimes in my fantasy, my Mummy dresses me as a ickel girlie of three or four, in a lovely party frock with a big satin bow at the back, and lovely swishy petticoats, and dear little white ankle socks and bright red Mary-Jane shoes; and sometimes well....Mummy turns me into a helpless little baby girl!"
The therapist and her nurse exchanged broad grins.
"Yes Doctor, I feel utterly crushed too! Not only my sex but my adulthood has been taken from me by a poweful woman. There`s nothing left for me but a life of complete dependency on my Mummy." "Thats so sweet. And what does your mummy do to her pretty ickel girlie?" The Doctor asked, re-crossing her legs again. Often I am paraded in front of other cruel, heartless women in my soft satin baby dresses, and they laugh at me till I cry with shame!"
For a few seconds only the sound of Pettygrews heavy breathing could be heard while the nurse made a note of the instrument readings and stared at the 'main' instrument, which was now definitely in the fully extended position.
"This is extremely interesting Cecil," said the therapist, moving her chair closer to the couch. "Tell me dear, how babyish does your dream Mummy actually make you in these fantasies of yours?"
"If she decides I`m to be completely degraded, say for the amusement of her lady friends, then I`m regressed to a dribbling gurgling baby girl less than a year old. I`m put in a gorgeously soft and frilly baby dress in pink or white satin or delicate broderie anglaise with lots of little bows and frills. And she puts me in sweet little baby booties and mittens and a pretty little bonnet, and gives me a nice dolly to hold and a pacifier to suck on."
Pettygrew gave a little involuntary wriggle on the couch as though he could feel the soft swish of his baby dress there and then.
"What about under your baby dress Cecil dear?" asked Doctor Hunniford with a quick grin at the nurse. "Does your mummy make her pretty little babykins wear what ordinary babies wear?" Pettygrew blushed scarlet and nodded his head.
"Y..yes doctor, I wear a thick fluffy diaper and tight fitting plastic or rubber baby panties," he almost whispered.
"Oh yes doctor. My Mummy insists on that. She feeds me lots of milk from a baby bottle until I can`t hold it in any longer, and then she says, "Wetties now babykins!" and I have to flood my diaper, and all the ladies present laugh at me."
The nurse gave a snort and then started hurriedly checking the instruments.
"Oh yes doctor, it feels wonderful, especially if I`m on Mummy`s lap, and she`s giving me a cuddle. I become so babyish I can't stop dribbling and kicking out my legs."
Cecil was gasping with excitement now, and the instruments all gave maximum readings. His penis was so big that the ring under the purple head had disappeared from view. He felt the doctors cool fingers on his cock.
You're very excited aren't you dear. Nurse will have to relieve the pressure for you, is that all right?" The nurse clearly loved this part of her work. She unfastened the top buttons of her uniform to reveal her lovely big breasts encased in a black lacy bra. "Thats a good boy Cecil" said the Doctor, smiling down at him. "Imagine nurse Penny is your mummy and she's going to feed her baby with those big titties." With one hand the nurse lifted a breast out of the bra and with the other she continued gently rubbing his cock. Pettigrew shouted with pleasure as his cock jerked and exploded with fierce spurts of thick cream into the nurse's hand.
When it was over Pettygrew was given an injection and fell asleep. Doctor Hunniford walked down the corridor to the Fetish Clothing Storeroom and returned with an armful of very babyish items. She and Penny got to work dressing the unconscious Pettygrew and then arranged a mirror where he would see himself. He was then woken up and found the two women smiling down on him again.
"Did ickel diddums have a woverly ickel nappy naps den?" cooed Penny. Cecil suddenly saw himself in the mirror and gasped. He was wearing a pale pink baby dress in organza covered satin, with little puff sleeves and a pretty lace collar. A big pink bow was tied in his hair and on his feet were white ankle socks and white satin bootees. Visible under the very short dress were pink plastic panties over a bulging thick diaper.
"Tell us more about your submissive desires Cecil dear, this time in as much detail as possible. I need to know exactly what excites you most." said doctor Hunniford.
Pettygrew had a soft dreamy look in his eyes now. The injection had regressed him to about two years old. He spoke in a high pitched voice and made frequent little squirming movements as though living out his baby life as he described it.
"My Mummy hath dwethed me for a vithit fwom all her lady fwendth. Me am a vewy pwetty ickel babykinth and all da ladieth give me a hug and lotth of kiththeth. All da ladieth have bwought more girlie dwetheth for me to wear and they dweth me and un-dweth me all day long. The dwetheth are fathtened for me at de back an dey are ever tho pwetty! Dey are in white thilk and thome are in pink thiffon and thome are in thiney thatin with woverly fwillth an lathe twimming an pwetty embwoidewy. I have vewy big thatin wibbonth in my hair, that ith vewy thoft an curly an maketh me feel vewy pwetty an ickel girlie. On my ickel feet me have white ankle thockth with pink wibbonth on dem, and my ickel booteeth are vewy babyith. Mummy maketh me play wiv all my dollieth, and all her fwiendth thcweam with laughter til me thtart to cwy an cwy, but da ladieth only laugh harder! "
Pettygrew`s penis was hard as rock again and he paused for breath while the nurse announced excitedly that the instruments had reached level seven on the scale. Doctor Hunniford wiped his damp forehead with a pair of silk panties.
Excellent Cecil dear! Can you continue? What more do the ladies do to you?"
He looked helplessly into the doctor's deep blue eyes and took a big breath. "My Mummy hath made me into a thweet and utterly hewpleth dwibbling baby girlie. Me am tho weak and delicate me can`t contwol my wettieth an' mutht alwayth be pinned into baby dee-deeth and wubber thafety-pantieth. My pwetty baby-clotheth are jutht a mathth of wovely thoft fwillth, wiv wibbonth and bowth and thweet ickel baby buttonth. Me am tho weak me can`t even thtand and mummy and her fwiendth have to cawwy me evewywhere - onto my baby-table for powdewing and diaperwing ,an' for being dwethed in my pwetty baby thingth - and onto their lapth for feeding wiv a bottle of warm milk, and to be fondled and kithed and petted until I gurgle and dwibble and---- goo-goo-goo conthtantly. My mummy dwetheth me in my vewy pwettietht, motht fwilly baby girlie outfit, and taketh me out in my pwam for evewy one to thee... and thee bendth over me and maketh me wiggle and cwy wiv thame, and wet mythelf over and over while dey thay, "Goochy-goochy-goochy-goooo...oo da pwetty ickel babykins den!" Den de ladieth all take turnth to thlip dere handth into my baby pantieth and feel my diaper and thcweeem "He`th wet himthelf!" in vewy loud voitheth, laughing at me until I cwy even more!"
Pettygrew was panting for breath as he finished his fantasy, and the nurse recorded nine points on the excitement measuring instruments. She pulled out the waist elastic of his panties and the front of his diaper to peer closely at the helemet of his stiff and bloated penis. Noting the copious stream of clear liquid oozing from the opening she smiled and wrote something on her clip board. Doctor Hunniford mopped his brow again and lifted a milk filled baby bottle to his lips.
"Your`re doing splendidly baby Cecil dear! Just try to tell me how you actually feel when you imagine lots of ladies laughing at you in your baby frillies. Can you do that for me precious?"
Pettygrew was so regressed now however that he could only manage a stream of incoherent baby talk ;- " thoft...ladieth lagh..me ickel girlie...goo goo ...thilky pantieth...baby...pink baby... oooh yeth!..." So the Doctor decided to guess what he was feeling and see if he nodded agreement.
"You feel an object of utter and complete contempt don't you Cecil. You feel perverted and a worthless sexless fool who thoroughly deserves to be taunted and mocked by all strong, powerful, superior women." she whispered into his ear. Pettigrew nodded as he gasped. "You want the Women to scream with laughter so that you will feel intense shame and degradation - so intense that you become utterly weak and feeble and can hardly breathe. You are completely overwhelmed with shame and still you long for more. You need to be belittled and degraded more and more and more! You need to be more frilly and more feminine and more helpless and more babyfied ....oh yes, yes you do. You need more contempt more female mockery...yes yes yes!"
Pettygrew thrashed about on the couch as she spoke, nodding and groaning loudly and sending all the instruments off their scales. "P-pleathe laugh... at ickel me ....pleathe...oh..aren`t me a pwetty baby?...oh..yeth..Me am! me am!... " he spluttered, shaking uncontrolably.
The nurse began to giggle and doctor Hunniford joined in and soon they were pointing at him and laughing uproariously. Penny pulled out his panties and diaper just in time to see his penis erupting in spurt after spurt of hot gooey stuff and he collapsed in a helpless twitching heap.
Later, when Pettygrew was dressed in his adult male clothes and ready to leave, doctor Hunniford thanked him for his `remarkable contribution` to their research program. "There is a follow up exercise I`d like to carry out in your case Mr Pettygrew," she added, doing up the buttons of his coat for him. "Would you be ever such a good boy and help us out again?" Cecil nodded sheepishly and said he would be very honoured to.
For the next few days Cecil was unable to stop thinking about his session at the Institute. The calm figure of doctor Hunniford haunted him by day and filled his dreams at night. She became the ideal Mummy of all his baby fantasies, dressing him in the frilliest baby outfits, feeding him endless bottles of milk and forcing him to sink deeper and deeper into a state of helpless gurgling infancy. Cecil's work began to suffer at Pettygrew Products - his own mail-order business - and Velma, his secretary had to cope as best she could. Velma was a very capable woman in her mid-thirties who practically ran the business anyway. For several days she dealt with all enquiries herself and left Pettygrew to sit in his office with a silly far-away look on his face.
Then one afternoon she announced over his intercom that two women were there to see him.
"I`m not expecting anyone. Who are they?" he said rather grumpily.
"Its Nanny Pantywell and Nurse Bottysmack sir!" said Velma, followed by a stifled giggle. Before Cecil could reply the door opened and in walked doctor Hunniford and nurse Penny.
"Hello Cecil dear," said the therapist brightly as she locked the office door behind her. "We`ve come to make your wildest dreams come true!"
Velma was very busy for the next hour. She contacted all the women in the building and asked them to come to Pettygrew`s office. Using his private address book she rang his wife, his mother-in-law and two ex-girl friends, telling each of them to come straight away and find out the truth about Cecil Pettygrew! Next door to his office was a small theatre used for screening promotional videos and by three oclock it was packed with excited women.
Velma introduced doctor Hunniford to them and there was gasps of appreciation at her skin-tight rubber blouse, calf-length rubber skirt, full length rubber nanny apron and seven inch shiny black stiletto shoes. The therapist gave an introductory talk about the Fetish Institute and its work; how it was dedicated to researching in detail male sexual perversions so that women could learn how to use them to their own advantage.
"We have at our disposal ladies, a powerful tool in the control of the arrogant sex, who for too long have had the upper hand!" she said finally, to a ripple of applause from her female audience. "Now ladies, please give a nice friendly welcome to a man you know very well indeed, or thought you did, Mr Cecil Pettygrew!
From behind a screen the nurse appeared holding by the hand the Managing Director of Pettygrew Products dressed from head to foot in a shimmering primrose yellow satin baby outfit. The gorgeous dress had a prettily embroidered bodice, and an overlay of delicate chiffon floated over the short, very full skirt. Two inches of lacy white petticoat emerged from the hem and swished sweetly over his smooth, bare thighs as he tottered forward in adorable little baby booties. Framing his beautifully made up face was a lovely satin bonnet tied on with a big bow, with ringlets of soft blonde hair peeping out of the frilly rim to brush his pink, softly-powdered cheeks.
Long after the nurse had lead him to the front, flounced out his dress, given him a big dolly to hold and slipped a nice baby pacifier between his cherry-red lips, the women were still either gasping with astonishment or squealing and stamping their feet. Through the tears streaming down his cheeks Cecil could recognise all of them - the girls from the typing pool and the dispatch department and the accounts department, the women who worked in the canteen and even the girls who served him at the bank next door! And there in the front row holding their sides as they rocked with laughter were his wife, her mother and two former girlfriends, with whom he had always pretended to be so masculine and in control.
The laughter only died down when doctor Hunniford or rather Nanny Pantiewell, held up her hand. "Now ladies, if we`re very quiet we can hear the darling baby`s petticoats swishing nicely over his baby panties!" The women pushed hankies into their mouths, and forced themselves to be quiet while the nurse gently swished Cecil`s baby dress and everyone heard the delicious rustle of girlie lace and nylon over plastic baby panty material. There were deep sighs of maternal pleasure from the more mature women and renewed hoots of laughter from the younger ones.
Nanny Pantiewell sat on a high stool and the baby was lifted onto her lap, where he sat squirming helplessly, breathing in the heady aroma of rubber and feeling the plastic of his panties slithering over the slippery rubber of her nanny apron. Then the therapist pulled out his pacifier and said, "Now babykins, tell all these nice ladies your name and how old you are precious."
Pettygrew pleaded with his eyes for the torment to end but she only kissed his smooth cheek and said "Come along diddums...don`t be shy sweetykins!" At last he stifled his sobs and began in a squeaky little voice.
"M..my name ith Luthinda and me am one year old."
Nanny gave him a hug and several kisses until the laughter had died down again.
"Lucinda! that is a pretty name! Are you going to show all the nice ladies what pretty panties you`re wearing Lucinda darling?"
Pettygrew started sobbing again as the nurse answered the question for him by lifting up his dress and petticoats and pinning them onto the prettily embroidered bodice. There were more deep sighs and peels of laughter at the sight of his gorgeous pink baby panties, made from see-through plastic gathered into deep lacy frills at the legs and with sweet little pink bows at each side. Clearly visible through the transparent material was a very thick and soft babysdiaper kept snugly in place with two big pink diaper pins.
Nanny lifted Cecil down to the ground and walked him in front of the first row of ladies so that they could each reach out a hand and feel the cool panty material and the soft springiness of the diaper underneath. The poor fellow was so weak with shame now that he needed to be held up continuously and the nurse tied a baby harness round him for the purpose.
Then off they went up and down the aisles of the theatre for more squeezing and petting and rubbing of his panties until everyone had had a good feel of them. By the time little Lucinda was returned to the front he was gurgling and dribbling uncontrollably, and his humiliation was so intense that he was breathing in short gasps.
His eyes pleaded for an end to this excruciating torment of shame but Doctor Hunniford only laughed. After all, hadn`t he explained at the institute that even when he was overwhelmed with shame, he still longed for more?!! Hadn`t he assured her that however much ridicule and contempt and mocking female laughter he received it was never enough? However frilly and sissy and babyish he was made he needed to be even frillier and more sissy and more babyish??!!!
To make him more frilly the nurse slipped a gorgeous chiffon matinee jacket over his baby dress. It was tied at the neck with a single satin bow and fell down in soft pink folds to just below the pretty bodice. The collar consisted of a delicately frilled ruffle and the billowing sleeves were gathered at the cuffs into deep frills which almost covered his sweet baby mittens. To make him even more sissy Velma had brought her entire collection of frilly panties and proceeded to slip one after the other of them over his baby panties.
There were twenty five pairs in all and by the time the last pair of white silk French knickers, edged with cream lace, were snapped into place, Lucinda was jerking helplessly on the floor, dribbling freely and kicking his legs in the air.
Now Lucinda precious, you know how to make yourself feel even more babyish, don`t you darling. You`re going to wet yourself in front of all these nice ladies aren`t you?"
" Mmmmng mmmmmmg mmmmnnng mmphhh...mmmphh..." gurgled Cecil helplessly, staring out at the sea of eager female faces. He saw his wife sneering with contempt, and his mother-in-law sighing with pleasure, and all the other women straining forward to see his ultimate degradation.
"Wetties now babykins!" came the word of command. The nurse spread his legs apart and Velma slipped the last pair of her panties over his head. The Managing Director began to pour a stream of gushing hot liquid into his diaper like the bursting of a dam. Poor Cecil couldn`t even enjoy the delicious relief and naughtiness of it for long. Before the torrent had slowed to a stream and then to a trickle and finally to a few drops the shame of it all overwhelmed him completely and he had fainted clean away. |