A Pathetic Baby    by Prim

Tamara's mother Francesca answered the doorbell to let the girls in. They both wanted to show the pathetic fool to their friends, starting today with Tamara's former college friends Debbie and Nikita. "Tamara's just putting him in his diaper," Francesca explained as she led them into the sitting room. "We're going to hang him up in his display dangler to watch him wriggling and squirming like the baby he is." "Oh look at him!" cried Debbie as she came right up to her friend and towered over the extended baby husband in her micro denim shorts and pantyhose. "Look at his little cock, Nikita. It's minute!" "Oh Tamara," cried her friend, standing next to Debbie to gaze down into the blinking eyes of the forlorn male. "You said his dick was too small but I never dreamed it was as unbelievable as this. He must be so ashamed of it." "Oh you've got him in a little dress!" giggled Debbie. "He looks so girly, lying there all naked except for his dress, and not a scrap of body hair!" "Ohhh! It's like he's a girl!" marvelled Nikita. "Are you going to put him in a pair of baby panties?" "Oh most definitely," Francesca ensured her standing on the other side of Tamara where a rail of baby dresses stood waiting behind the settee. "We keep him in diapers and waterproof pants because he wets himself, and then silk baby bloomers of women's panties. He wears mine most of the time." They were interrupted by a wail of misery from Tamara's lap. "Darling," cried the baby, "please stop this. Please don't let them laugh at me. Take me upstairs and let me wear some pants and a shirt." "Ah-ah! No talking! Open!" ordered his wife. Her crimson-faced husband meekly parted his lips wide and she planted his pacifier deep inside with a teat big enough to fill every space inside and keep him chewing helplessly on its plastic with grunting bleats and whimpers. Then his wife completed folding his diaper over his tummy and pressing all the tabs into a very secure fit. "This is Lily-Marie," she announced, and he's going to entertain us for the rest of the day in his dangle frame." The girls laughed and giggled, bent down and kissed any part of his face they could find around the edges of his pacifier and helped Tamara pull his enormous plastic panties up over his diaper. They wanted to help put him into his panties too, selected by Francesca as being one of her most feminine and dominant pairs so that he knew she was his strict Mother-In-Law as he hung there for them. It was an education for the visitors, watching Tamara and her mother dressing the baby in his bootees and mittens in ivory slipper satin and locking his wrists into the plate of his swing, but in no time he was being hoisted towards the ceiling bracket and his satin toes left the floor for him to sway and dither this way and that with his legs forced wide in the thick, fleecy spread of his diaper. "I think he's going to wet himself!" cried Nikita as she filmed his gyrations on her phone. "Oh yes, his face is grimacing and he's wriggling his panties around," confirmed Debbie. "Hmm, I don't think so," said his wife with her practised eye. "It's more likely he's doing something more girlish than that." The two girls looked at her, wondering what that could be. "She means he's more likely surrendering his sex to you, girls," explained Francesca. "Yes look, there we are: he's jerking in rhythm." And sure enough, they could all agree that the defeated Lily-Marie was giving way to her feminine urge to have a female orgasm in front of so many giggling women's faces.

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