I Cry and Wet Myself for the Ladies by Prim
I've been putting up with this baby dressing lark for a couple of weeks now. It started in the bedroom, with Donna coming up with this witty idea of how to spice up our loving: I would wear one of her baby-dolls to see if I could get up better for her - and it worked. It was a raging success, so that she insisted we kept it up each night.
Then she bought these stupid petticoats for me. Now I wear them every evening from after dinner, as well as her panties and slips. But tonight, this is the limit. Hasn't she gone and invited Nellie Baker round to see me in my baby frills, and to make things ten times worse, Cassandra Welsh and June Fitzpatrick are here from the hair salon. This is going to be murder. We come down the stairs and I can hear the women's shrill voices in the sitting room. I can tell they're expecting a right laugh - at my expense. I can't help whimpering with terror as Donna holds me still at the sitting room door. "You make sure you don't show me up, Gavin," she says, "with any of your sissy orgasming, gottit?"
Oh my God, she's right. My cock is stiff inside this soft white baby onesie in silk chiffon, with puffed sleeves and ruffles all down my body with a tight panty, and it buttons shut down the back. ohhhh I feel so ridiculous and shameful!
"Oh look at him!"
"Isn't he cute!"
"Wow, he really is a baby!" they cry.
Donna beams from ear to ear instead of feeling sorry for me as she leads me into the middle of them. My cock gets stiffer and stiffer because they can see it. It's pushing the front of my silk onesie out in front of me. This is terrible! They're all staring at it.
"Someone likes being a sissy baby," says Nellie Baker. "Are you a little girl baby, Gavin darling?"
I blush in front of her. She's wearing a low-cut dress with her tits almost hanging out of it and I'm horrified to find myself wishing she would sit me across her lap and take out her tits for me to suck on her nipples.
"Do you like being a sweet little baby girl, Gavin dear?" asks Cassandra Walsh.
Oh my God! Her tits are falling out of her little green dress as well and I want to help them out with my fingers and hold onto them and kiss and suck like she's my mommy.
"I think Gavin needs a more girly name this evening," says Donna. "What do you think girls?"
"Yes, like Felicity," cries Nellie.
"Or Barbie-Ann," cries Cassandra.
"What about Jenny-Sue?" asks June Fitzpatrick. "Do you like that name, darling?"
I can feel my mouth crumpling into a miserable pout. If I'm not careful I'll burst into tears in front of them and I can't let that happen.
"Oh look, Donna, he likes that name: he's nearly crying with happiness," she says and they all laugh out loud.
"That's it then," says Donna, "and guess what, Jenny-Sue: your nice lady friends have all brought along a nice present for you tonight. Starting with me: I've got you this."
She produces a horrifying baby bonnet in pink satin which is all shiny white on the inside. I have to give her my head so that she can put it round my hair and button it up my neck under my chin. They all love seeing me peering out at them from inside my baby bonnet.
Cassandra has a dummy for me to suck, and Nellie has a cache-sex which buttons up the front of my cock inside my panty. But June's present is worst: a wide pair of frilled baby bloomers in pink silk and lace. She pulls them up my legs and fits them in place over my onesie, then sits me on her knee and smothers me in her white silk blouse as she cuddles her helpless baby.
And I AM helpless. I can't help my emotions running riot with them all babying me like this. It's all I can do to stop myself from crying, but it's quite beyond me to save myself from getting more and more aroused as they gather closer round me and call me Jenny-Sue and tickle me. I just can't help it, in spite of Donna's warning, and I start to squirt and squirt my pulses of cum into my polyester panty, which soon begins to show in the lacy frills of my bloomers, and all they can do is laugh and laugh at me as I succumb to being their baby girl for the night.
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