Continuing Prim's New graphic serial
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The story so far: Michael Fairleigh made a huge mistake when he climbed into the back yard of the lingerie and babywear store of Nadia Leglush, to play with the pantyhose hanging on the washing line. He was caught with a huge erection by her and her daughters, and pulled into the house, where Nadia keeps a special room for boys like him. He is dressed in Sweet Baby Wendyhose, which robs him of all his resistance, and makes his legs feminine. With the help of her daughters, Chrissy, his age, and Lucy-Mae, two years older, she transforms him into a pretty little girl. A special pacifier will fill his head and his heart with an eager desire to become her baby. Chapter Seven: : Michael is put into little dresses 
Michael Fairleigh cried and cried, as if he was a baby girl already. This was partly due to the dream-like sweetness that filled him while he sucked on the juicy teat that filled his mouth. It was also because of the three, grinning, female faces that watched him as his body shook with sobs and his eyes ran with tears. What had he done? Why did he get over the fence and go anywhere near that washing rotary... never mind touch the tempting pantyhose and... even put a silky pair into his pocket? And why had he let them get him into the house... into this dreadful pink room... and into this a-dor-able pair of pink pantyhose? The whole humiliating sequence made his cock stiffen again, as if it hadn't spent its jism enough, and the vagina of his pretty pantyhose pointed eagerly upward into its tight case of nylon as he hung, helpless in his baby chair."Good little girl," cooed Nadia into his ear. She stood behind the lemon plastic chair where her captive hung on his armpits, with his pantyhose sitting astride the T-shaped leg bracket. "Sucky-sucks, my helpless little doll. Suck the nice, dreamy baby juice out of your woverly pacifier. Sink further and further into sissy weakness," and she kissed his cheek, "...and deeper and deeper into baby pink softness." Her hands explored his most vulnerable, defenseless parts as she giggled into his cheek: his nipples trembled in their pink baby blouse, now growing into girls' breasts, while his rigid penis thrust up to the top of his pantyhose vagina. Her girls stood in front of him, caressing his legs through his pantyhose and fondling his cheeks and his chin with their fingers. "Poor little Mikey," teased Lucy-Mae, bringing a wriggle of his leg from him as her fingers fluttered tantalisingly inside his upper thigh. "Soon he will be dribbling and babbling, all about pretty dresses and lovely satin diaper covers." "And he'll be begging us to wrap his pretty Wendyhose up inside the sweetest baby bloomers," giggled Chrissy, cupping his bottom in one hand and tweaking one of his nipples in its bra cup with the other. Surrounded by three attentive females, Michael's legs were entwined between their pantyhose as their soft, feminine legs pressed closely around his. If only he could shoot his girly creamies into their panties as they slid against his. He wailed with desire into his pacifier, then sank into helpless sucking, his male resistance disappearing fast. "I think it's time our little sweetie was dressed up in his baby clothes," said Nadia, dabbing a kiss onto his wet, crimson cheek. "And goodness knows, we've got lots and lots of lovely baby things to choose from." The girls laughed. "For crying out, Mom, I'm feeling so high, I could come now," cried Lucy-Mae, fingering her nylon gusset. "Me too, Mom," gasped Chrissy, working her fingers and hose into her wet vagina. "We've gotta get the sissy into proper baby things, especially since his mind is being scrambled with his pacifier." "Let me see," said their mother: "does our little sweetie want to wear girly silk diapers?" Michael bleated with yearning through his teat. "Of maybe cool rubber baby pants?" gasped Lucy-Mae, and she clamped his nylon thigh between hers so that she could hump his leg with her clitoris. "What about a ruffled baby petticoat, Michael?" asked her younger sister. "Or pretty lacy bloomers?" added Lucy-Mae. Their fluttering eyes and glossy lips were so close to him that they brought an outburst of tears, and Michael's mouth opened round the pacifier in pitiful mewling sound. "The important question is... what baby dresses are we going to choose for little Michael?" said Nadia. "Girls, help me bring our baby girl down from his chair, and we'll dress him over our knees on the big sissying chair." The young man whimpered helplessly as he fell forward into the girls' arms. They held him in a hugging embrace and stepped over to the pink satin chair, where they sank into its softness side by side, with their captive in their feminine embrace. They undid his blouse and slipped it off, so that he lay across their legs in his white pantyhose, with his special Wendyhose stretched to reach the garters round the band of his little girl's bra. His mittens were undone and his buttoning bootees were taken off. Their mother had a little organza petticoat ready to slip onto his arms from behind. "It's time to feel lovely in petticoats and dresses," said Chrissy, putting his hand through the ribbon. Then her sister fed his other hand into his petticoat and gathered it over his breasts to be buttoned three times down the front. His legs kicked with slithers of soft nylon as he watched Chrissy fold the little white ribbons into a bow at his bust, and the girls fussed out his petticoat into a pretty cloud of white silk organza. "I think our new baby girlie would like his petticoats to be nice and wide, don't you girls?" said their mother, holding a second petti behind him. This one was in white chiffon with plenty of body, and it too had satin ribbons over his shoulders. When it was round him, his arms sank girlishly into flares of silky whiteness which reached the hips of his pantyhose with a pretty trim of lace all round its edges. He became agitated when Nadia appeared in front of him, her glossy lips smiling at him and her hands slipping a lemon silk baby dress from its hanger for the girls to put on for him. "Oh, Michael, you lucky little perverted creep," said Chrissy with a snarl in her voice as she and her sister held his bare arms upward to push through the puffed silk sleeves above him. "Not every baby girl can be dressed in yellow sunray pleats. You'll be so girlish in your lovely baby-dress!" His pacifier bobbed madly in his mouth as it re-appeared through the white silk collar and his mouth sucked hungrily on it. Lucy-Mae fastened the two white pearled buttons at the back of the collar, and he sat between the girls to have his pleats fussed in a wide lemon silk circle all round. He moaned with surrender as Lucy-Mae held him by his arms for Nadia and Chrissy to assess the baby in his gorgeous pleated dress. "Very nice," said Nadia, tucking the sides of his collar and fluffing out the hem of the dress in the lap of his pantyhose. "Definitely a sweet little baby girl," said Chrissy, holding him by the hand while her other hand strayed far up his pantyhose and fondled his rigid erection. His feet pulled up defensively, feeling so like a baby girl in his pleats, then slid down the girls legs again in gasps of helpless pleasure... then found the front of his dress turned back by Lucy-Mae, so that her sister's fingers could be seen playing teasingly on his stiffness... right up to the knobbed point of his clitoris... and all three of his captors watched as his head slid from side to side for a moment, before he stiffened his whole body and helplessly spent spurt after spurt of his girlish feelings into his pantyhose vagina. "That says 'I love my pretty baby dress' to me," declared Nadia, turning to the rail of dresses she had brought over. "I think we'd better find another nice dress for the baby, so that he can love being in something else pretty. Chrissy wiped her hand, which was wet and sticky with his jism through the pantyhose. "The baby's going to need some baby panties, Mom. Something to keep his petticoats dry," she said as she helped her sister get him out of his pleated dress. Michael soon had a pair of silk covered latex baby pants fitted under his pantyhosed bottom, drawn round him on both sides, and fastened inside each leg with pink, silk-covered pop fasteners. Chrissy tried out the front of his silky panties with her fingers. "Mmm, just as soft and silky, you pervy little baby. I can still play with your clitoris in your pantyhose vagina." They fluffed out his petticoats again, while their mother showed baby his next dress. It had a white bodice that flared into a wide skirt of peach silk from the waist, with a peach bib at the front. The dress fitted over Michael's head, his hands going through its white puffed sleeves, and once it had settled onto his petticoats, the girls fastened its white buttons down both sides of its bib. "What a darling dress, baby Michael," said Nadia, teasingly. "And Lucy-Mae is doing your waist ribbons into such a pretty big bow at the back." "It's too pretty for him," said Chrissy. "He's going to start thinking he is a little girl." "Well that's just what he is," said her sister, fussing the white Peter Pan collar at his neck. Michael kicked his legs softly to and fro across the girls' hose, his eyes closing repeatedly with aching pleasure and his pacifier bobbing in his mouth. The girls turned him over onto the front of his dress, and prettied the back, which spread above him on its fluffy petticoats. "Ohhh, what a lovely dress bow, in peach silk, Michael," giggled Chrissy. When they turned him again, the sight of his silk bib with its rows of white dress buttons was too much for him. He tried desperately to stop his desires, but they were so strong, so natural to him that he just had to push his penis as high into his baby dress as he could, then spending more gushes of sissy cum into his pantyhose and latex panties. The girls held him and giggled as he jerked and jerked in sizzles of petticoats. "I think we'd better change him again, Mom," said Lucy-Mae. "What about the pink satin dress with the white satin collar?" Nadia laughed and turned to get it with sizzling rustles that filled the room. "We're going to put you into this dress now, naughty boy," said Nadia, "and then take you downstairs to the store. We have a nice baby display chair down there, because ladies will want to see you in your pretty baby things. Girls of your own age too. A little bit of humiliation is going to do you a lot of good." Michael flew into a fit of panic as he was having his peach dress undone and lifted off over his head. His moans of delight became splutters of protest as he tried to speak through his pacifier. The girls held onto his arms tightly as Nadia gathered the satin dress onto her arms and tipped it over his head so that they could feed it down over his petticoats. "But nasty little pantyhose thieves have to be humiliated," declared Lucy-Mae, pulling the satin sides of his dress together at the back of the bodice. "You bet they do," added her sister, "and we're gonna make sure you suffer some real shame for being such a pathetic little sissy baby." Nadia wanted to play with his big collar trimmed with lace. "What a pity we have to make our little baby suffer," she said, turning the white satin up round his face so that his cheeks and eyes almost disappeared behind the curved edges of lace, "but when boy's are sissy perverts, they simply have to be made to blush with shame in front of as many ladies as possible. Everybody knows that." His dress buttons were done up and the white sash was wrapped over and through, making a big satin bow at the back. Nadia gave Chrissy a pair of high heeled baby bootees to go over his pantyhose. "Huh!" exclaimed the girl. "These are far too posh for a pantyhose thief, but I suppose if he is going to delight the ladies in the store, his ankles have to be real baby-cool." His pantyhose slotted into the toes, and both girls giggled with delight as they did the ankle ribbons into wide bows across the front. "Please don't take me down to the s-s-store," Michael pleaded in barely intelligible babbling. "Please don't shame me in front of l-l-ladies." "Oh but we must, sissy boy," said Nadia with a look of mock regret. "You know it's what you deserve," said Lucy-Mae looking equally mock sad. "We're only going to fasten you up in pink ribbons in your baby chair," added Chrissy, and her voice became harder as she added: "and make sure all the ladies know you were stealing our pantyhose with a fucking great erection in your pants!" Michael swelled with fright and started wailing with self-pity. The ladies would be horrified at him. There may even be ladies who know him. Worse still, ladies who know his mother, and report back to her how they had seen him in a baby dress and baby pantyhose in the babywear and lingerie store. He squeezed his legs together to help him to handle the fear... the dreadful worry and shame... but it was no use. He couldn't stop his girlish wee-wees, and he had to let it gush, in spite of his best efforts, so that his warm urine poured out into his latex pants, filled them pretty quickly, and seeped through the sides so that it ran into his pretty pantyhose and down the inside of both his legs in a shameful girlish surrender of his true sissy boyhood. |
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