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It was Tuesday morning and Baby Tinkerbell was sitting at the feet of his Mummy, playing
excitedly with his little dollies, changing their nappies and putting them into pretty little frilly
dresses and frilly panties, similar to the ones Mummy had dressed him in that morning. Baby Tinkerbell hadn’t always been a pathetic helpless little baby, but it hadn’t taken long for his determined wife and her mother to start turning him into one after his marriage. Where once he had been a rather arrogant young man, full of confidence and always the centre of attention, they had reduced him to a pathetic baby, and not only that, they had slowly but surely turned him into a little girl, and he was becoming increasingly baby and girl like as the days passed. His wife, or Mummy as she now was, had always wanted a man who would do as he was told and her mother, who also enjoyed humiliating and controlling men, had convinced her daughter that this was the best way to ensure their future happiness. The large, detached house he had been left in his parents will, along with a nice lump sum of money, now belonged to his wife and her mother. They had used their sexual dominance firstly to have him sign everything over to his wife and then to slow make him completely dependent on them. Once they had him where they wanted him, they were determined to make him completely dependent on them for his every need. He was now their pathetic, hopeless and helpless, little baby girl. He was kept in extremely babyish little frocks and frilly plastic baby knickers, along with matching mittens and booties. His baby knickers were festooned with tiny little bells sewn into the front and back, making it impossible for him to do anything or go anywhere without them knowing. Thus his new name. Tinkerbell! Thanks to the girly hormonal drink that Nanny gave him daily, he was slowly becoming increasingly babyish and girly, while at the same time his already tiny little pee pee was shrinking in size. His cock, never even of average size had been reduced to now being only inch and a half long when fully erect. Mummy and Nanny delighted in pointing this out on a regular basis of course, to emphasise just how useless he was to them as a man, and how babylike he now was. They loved teasing him while he lay over their laps being fed his girly bottle, whilst dressed in his plastic feeding bonnet and bib. They would tease him mercilessly every day, telling him how they were going to reduce his pee pee until it was no bigger than the little buttons on his baby frock. They enjoyed seeing him squirming and begging them not to take him to the clinic where they said their lady doctor friend was looking forward to carrying out a sex change on him. They informed him that this operation would be irreversible and would turn him into a real little girl forever. Wouldn’t it be lovely they teased, to be a proper little girl in pretty knickers without his tiny little stiffy spoiling the line of his panties and no more little thrills to clean up? This always resulted in him having a baby tantrum, as he would cry and beg and plead with them not to do this as he really, really didn’t want to lose his little willy altogether! They would laugh and tell him that as long as he was a good little girl for them then he could keep it, even though it would be tiny and very nearly useless, as all big baby pee pees should be. They said that although it would be very tiny, he would still get some lovely baby feelings when they touched it, though there would be no more spurting, only oozing at best and that no amount of tears or pleading would change their minds, and so he had finally agreed to this rather than having a full change. Over time he had gradually become increasingly dependent on them and he was now totally besotted and devoted to them and couldn’t begin to imagine life any other way. He had grown to accept and even enjoy his regression into babyhood and now loved having two women there to fuss and look after him. They had also patiently made him increasingly besotted with their knickers! Today was Tuesday and Tinkerbell was in a state of great excitement as Tuesday was knicker worshiping day, and there was nothing he liked better than kissing and worshiping their knickers while they were still wearing them. Just the thought of kneeling at their feet and worshipping these magnificent women, let alone being allowed the great privilege of kissing their knickers, had kept him in a state of great excitement from the moment Mummy had released him from his cot that morning. Mummy had put him into his clear transparent plastic baby knickers that morning as they loved to see his tiny little pee pee straining inside them as he knelt at their feet. Mummy had already spanked him before putting him in them as he had soiled his knickers overnight, He had been wearing Nannies knickers as a special treat and Mumy had been very cross with him. This morning’s soiling had resulted in 20 hard spanks with Mummy’s hairbrush on his bare bottom and he was till sore now, as he sat wriggling uncomfortably in his high chair being fed his special wee wee baby porridge that his Mummy and Nanny had made for him. It had kept both Nanny and Mummy amused knowing that he was laying helplessly in his little cot, wearing nothing more than his babydoll nightie and Mummies knickers, trying desperately to keep control of his tiny little willy, knowing that any little accident would result in a spanking. Mummy had warned him of the consequences and so from now on he would be put in a nappy and plastic pants every night as he couldn’t control himself. Just as he was thinking about this, his wonderful Nanny walked into the nursery to watch him being spoon fed his special din dins by Mummy. Mavis Straightlace was a beautiful woman who resembled a fifties movie star with her hour glass figure and shoulder length dark hair. She always wore beautiful dresses that finished just above the knee, often with masses of petticoats that made her dress sway and bob as she walked. Today however she wore a three quarter length dress of simple design in dark blue satin, with a black leather belt tied tightly at her waist. She usually wore stockings, never tights, and hardly ever trousers. She had lovely long shapely legs and knew how to show them off to their best. Her face was always made up beautifully and she wore red lipstick which highlighted her generous full lips when she smiled, which she was now, on seeing her pathetic son-in-law crawling towards her in his bright pink satin dress. The little bells tinkling as he crawled to her, his ridiculous baby bonnet bobbing as he tried to contain his excitement. It gave her a lovely thrill knowing that his tiny little willy would be straining inside his baby knickers and as if on cue she heard a little whimper of frustration escape from behind the dummy in his mouth. Ah, babykins, she grinned as she reached down and took his chin in her hand as she looked down into his eager little face, enjoying seeing the desperate need in his eyes. Don’t you look pretty for Nanny today in your lovely pink dress and bonnet she teased. Mind you, I don’t think they are as pretty as the knickers I’m wearing for you today, she added with a little girlish giggle. Another whimper escaped from his mouth as he tried to imagine what Nanny could be wearing. She leant forward and whispered, They’re new, I bought them just for my favourite little babykins. Mummy then came and sat down, crossing her lovely shapely legs. My what a lucky baby aren’t you Tinkerbell, she said as she gave him a big smile, knowing that he was straining to see up inside her skirts as she crossed her legs and smoothed them across her thighs. Now, say thank you to Nanny like a good boy. He dragged his eyes away from her lovely legs and turned to Nanny, saying thank you Nanny, thank you for buying some new knickers for me. Nanny laughed then stood. Come on then baby, time to show me how much you adore me. Nanny wants to hear you beg like a good little boy darling. Inching forward on his knees he then held his hands behind his back while Mummy slipped a ribbon around his wrists and tied them tightly. His nose was now touched by Nannies smooth silky dress and he was struggling to keep control as Nanny looked down at him. Is there something’s Ng that baby wants to ask Nanny, she teased. Another small whimper escaped from his mouth as he gazed up at her her. Yeth Nanny, he lisped. Pleath, pleath pleath, can I worship your knickers Nanny. She looked down and grinned at him, and why does my silly little babykins want to worship Nanny’s knickers she asked. Another whimper, then, because they’re your lovely knickers Nanny and I love Nanny and I love your knickers, he half sobbed, trying hard to keep some control of himself. Nanny then looked over to Mummy and asked, What do you think Mummy, should we let baby Tinkerbell worship my knickers, as they both grinned at each other, Has babykins been a good boy today Mummy, she teased. Mummy looked down at him as he knelt helplessly at the feet of Nanny. Well yes and no Nanny. Maybe you could allow him to worship your knickers but I think he should be soundly spanked afterwards. Nanny grinned down at him again, oh yes, that seems fair doesn’t it Tinkerbell. You did soil my knickers the other day after all didn’t you, you naughty little boy. Yeth Nanny, I’m so so, sowy Nanny he blubbered. Oh ok then she said as she took the hem of her dress and slowly drew her skirt up over her knees and then further until the tops of her black lace stockings tops were visible along with her suspenders. Tinkerbell was now begining to whimper even louder as her new knickers came into view. They were in dark blue satin material with lace frills around the legs and waist. They also had a lace panel at the front which highlighted her neatly trimmed bush beneath. He gasped in wonderment and adoration as Mummy said, gently now babykins. Pucker those little lips of yours ready for Nanny as she gripped his head from behind. Now lean forwards slowly and give Nanny a respectful little peck like you’ve been shown. He puckered his lips as directed them leant forward. His lips finally made the briefest of contact with Nannies knickers as she giggled. That’s a good boy Babykins. Now, what do you say to Nanny, Mummy asked. Th, thank you Nanny, he croaked. Thank you for letting me kiss your beautiful knickers. She smiled down at him. Yes, aren’t you a lucky little boy to be allowed to kiss my beautiful panties, she teased. Now, does baby Tinkerbell want to kiss Nannies bottom? Oh yeth, yeth pleath Nanny he croaked. She gave a girlish llittle giggle then waited while he crawled around behind Nanny who waited before slowly lifting her skirts once more to reveal her knicker clad shapely bottom. Once he was in position she pointed to her left bottom cheek indicating where he was to kiss her. Puckering his lips once more he leant forward and gave her knickers the briefest of kisses. She now indicated to her right cheek and grinned at mummy as he obediently did the same again. What do you say to Nanny then babykins, Mummy asked. Th, thank you Nanny, thank you for allowing me the great honour of kissing your lovely bottom. Youre welcome babykins. You were a very good little boy for me. The two women grinned as they saw his tiny cock standing up stiffly like a little periscope inside his clear plastic knickers. Now, go to Mummy, it’s time for you to be spanked for soiling my panties. Ordered Nanny. Turning to Mummy he was already begging her forgiveness before being helped over her lap by Nanny and having his skirts raised and his plastic panties tugged down to his ankles. P, P, Please Mummy, I’m sorry Mummy, he pleaded, his voice already breaking as she asked Nanny to pass her the thick wooden paddle. No. babykins. You have been a very naughty boy soiling Nannies knickers and you must be punished, she said in her no nonsense Mummy voice. PLEASE NO MUMMY, he cried out as the paddle came down sharply across his bared bottom cheeks, followed by a howl of pain as the paddle struck. Within no time at all he was sobbing and crying as she brought the paddle down relentlessly across his rapidly reddening bottom. She looked up at Nanny and they exchanged grins of amusement as they listened to his howls getting increasingly louder and watched his tears falling down across his red cheeked face. This was how they liked to see their silly little plaything of a manchild, blubbering and pleading begging them to stop the spanking. They weren’t going to stop though. Not for a while yet. Silly little babies needed to be taught a lesson, and he was certainly getting his now. I don’t think that baby Tinkerbell will be soiling Nannies Knickers again for quite some time, do you readers? ***
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