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Baby Elizabeth found himself sitting on his wife's lap, facing her mother. It was the most humiliating position he could possibly find himself in, and he squirmed with shame and misery. |
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Baby Wet-Panties by Prim
Baby Elizabeth found himself sitting on his wife's lap, facing her mother. It was the most humiliating position he could possibly find himself in, and he squirmed with shame and misery.
"Has the baby been behaving, Beverley?" asked Clara Phillips. She had invited herself for the weekend, but Bev didn't mind. She was an extra pair of hands for diaper changes and bathing.
"She's been grumbling a lot, mother. I've had to keep her paci fastened into her mouth and her handies in a single mitten behind her. I like her that way: she can't even crawl around and has to stay where I put her."
They had Elizabeth's legs splayed on either side of Clara's waist on the settee, so that she could have her ankles ribboned to the spreading bar behind his mother-in-law. He felt so vulnerable with just his panties between Clara's blouse and skirt and his penis, which belonged to her anyway. She insisted her daughter used his Mother-In-Law's panties as his baby bloomers, and they were suitably feminine and decorative for that humiliating purpose.
When his legs were fastened apart, she ribboned his wrists to the bar too, so that there was nothing he could do about the bottle of hormones that Beverley was preparing for her husband-that-was. He felt the tears pricking his eyes, ready to flow. He HAD to resist that: Clara loved seeing him cry - "like the baby he was" she always said. His pacifier was removed and the teat of the bottle approached.
"Wait!" cried Clara, as if horrified. "You're forgetting."
Her daughter paused, then realised. "Oh. Have you brought him a phial, mother?"
"Well of course I have. I prepare one every morning for him. How else are we to keep him completely under the influence of my body and nature?" She passed the plastic tube to her daughter, who unscrewed the baby's bottle.
"What have you put in it today, mother?"
Baby Elizabeth watched and listened, trembling, from her bonnet.
"Oh Beverley darling, don't be disgusting. We don't talk about such things."
Bev laughed and poured the contents into the milk. A moment later it was upended into her husband's throat, making him choke, splutter, and then swallow and swallow endlessly.
"I can definitely see the feminizing effect of all this oestrogen milk," chuckled his Mother-In-Law as she played with the point in his panties. "Have you noticed any girling signs, or baby surrenders?"
Beverley cuddled her defenceless husband for a moment as she continued to feed him. "He wets his panties more," she said. "Endlessly. In fact I wouldn't be surprised if he wets into your lap in just a few - Oh-oh!"
Clara looked down in horror, then relaxed into a giggle. "Oh look, the little dear is wetting herself in to my hands. And it's sticky!"
Mother and daughter looked at each other and agreed: "He's loving being our little baby girl, which is just as well, because that's the way he's staying from this day forward."
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