Clive's Tea-Time Trolley    by Prim

They heard Jasmine's voice from upstairs and charged up to the bedrooms. Their new sissified stepfather was being rocked and bobbed in his dangle-frame by his wife and Clarissa. "Heyyy! Doesn't he look cute in a baby dress?" marvelled Ismea, standing in front of him and fluffing out the edges of flaring pink silk on all sides of him. The dress had a high yoke, with a sweet bibbed panel with baby buttons under his chin and puffed sleeves at his shoulders. His bare legs dangled clear of the floor, and since his mittens were fastened to the sides of the swing, there was nothing he could do in his self-defence. "Who's a lickel sweetums den?" cooed Juliet, holding the soft edges of his bonnet and speaking straight into his face. "Playing baby-bouncies wiv Stepmomsy and Nanny Clarissa?" Her new stepfather wasn't going to answer. His mouth was filled with the penis-shaped teat of his pacifier, severely buckled in place to prevent any protest. The tears ran down his cheeks as his eyes appealed for mercy. For sympathy. For human kindness. Such concepts were not familiar to his stepdaughters, both of whom were his own age. "Can we use his trolley again?" buzzed Juliet. "Yeah, we want him in his new silk-latex romper-bag costume," giggled Ismea, "so's he's making lots of disgusting stiffies for us." "Come on," cried Clarissa. "I want him on my knee in his latex suit, with his teeny-weeny dickie poking out of it so that I can play with it while he's sitting on my apron." The girls helped Jasmine to get him out of his harness and undress him. They loved to handle his bare flesh: it was so soft and delicate, for all the world like their own skin when they were very young. His new costume was from Adult-Baby-Barbie, in latex rubber created with silk-satin into a soft, shimmering, legless and sleeveless baby romper, which buttoned right down the front and between his legs, then buttoned right up his face to his hair and down again on the front of his romper collar. "Take his pacifier out," cried Ismea. "We want to hear him crying and begging." The girls fed his hands through the elasticated slots at his hips and fastened his gusset so that it held his dick outside the latex. Jasmine wheeled the trolley into position in front of him, and placed four bottles under the four draining spouts. "Stand here, diddums," ordered Juliet, holding onto his cock. "and look at your feeding bottles. Guess what's in them, sweetums?" There was an interruption in the whinging from the buttoned romper collar as he dreaded what he might hear next. "Why we've ALL made a contribution for you, you sissy-baby," laughed Ismea, and the jingle of female laughter rang in his ears from all sides as Juliet pulled on his cock until it stiffened hilariously for their giggling amusement. In a few moments' time he would be sitting on Nanny Clarissa's rubber apron, surrendering his sissy dicky into the fingers of each of his Mistresses in turn.

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