Andrew Ruffles felt worried. Worried and weak. Sort of tired so that he couldn’t stop the women from undressing him. This was partly the trouble: they were undressing him and he found that he liked it, so he was less inclined to stop them from taking off his boxers too. He was completely naked.
“The best thing for nice boys staying with us at Bibs and Bonnets is to lie on the cushions with nothing on,” said Maureen as she held her victim’s hands out of the way. “Then we can smooth his boy’s bits all over with our special cream until he feels like he would rather be our little girl.”
Davina applied the cream to the cracks at the top of Andrew’s legs, in the warm, soft flesh between his chubby thighs and his scrotum, then spread it with her long, slender fingers across his groin, all over his scrotum and on every stiffening inch of his penis. It was a lovely cream, filled with feminizing hormones which brought a soft glow of daintiness to everything it touched. It brought Andrew’s cock into an excited upward finger as he lay between the two women. After she had thoroughly dried her hands she picked up a cluster of delicate white chiffon and fluttered it into shape: it was a little petticoat with ruffles round the hem, and as Maureen popped his hands through the arm-holes, Davina could draw the two sides of it together behind him and fasten the three baby buttons down the back. How small it was. How babyish!
Andrew’s cock felt gorgeous in its cream. He looked down, puzzled, at the way it pointed upwards from the frill at the front of his petticoat. Why was he wearing a petticoat? And why was he sitting between the two receptionists who questioned him as he arrived at the Buttons and Bows Hotel, on a pink plastic covered changing table, with pretty dresses on all sides?
“Darling,” cooed Maureen close to his ear, “if you are to become Andrea for us, you would be so much better wearing one of our beautiful baby dresses, wouldn’t he Davina?”
“Why yes, of course,” gushed her partner as she made her selection. “Andrea will be wearing silk or satin dresses all day long. Let’s see how she looks in this one.”
Andrew knew he should be resisting. He had never worn dresses before, it didn’t seem right, but on the other hand his cock was feeling so lovely at the idea, and as the ice blue satin spread round his petticoat and he felt the little puffed sleeves sliding up his arms, a dress seemed an adorable idea, especially when Maureen fastened his dress at the back and did his dress ribbons into a pretty bow behind his shoulders. They put him into a pair of pink bootees and pink mittens which were ever so silky, and fastened a matching pink baby bonnet under his chin. It was so sweet, being dressed by Maureen and Davina. He loved it, except that he wasn’t too happy having his boy’s bits open like this on his cushion.
That was why he was relieved when Davina slipped a big, fluffy diaper under his bottom and folded it up over his bits so that she could wrap him up in it and secure it with sticky tabs. He was so secure. So safe. “Let’s put Andrea into her plastic baby panties,” cooed Maureen.
“Mmm, that’s definitely what she wants,” agreed Davina. “And she wants her nannies to put her into a lovely pair of girly baby panties too, doesn’t she?”
When the women had their baby fastened out wide by his mittens and bootees, he felt so exposed again, unable to stop them from looking after his panties, his baby pants and his diaper. They wanted to fondle his baby bits through all his thick baby padding, and it made him feel so like a girl baby that he started to cry tears of girly happiness into the sides of his bonnet, and his cock throbbed so happily inside its fluffy diaper and its plastic and silk panties. It was going to be so nice, living here with his nannies at the Bibs and Bonnets Babying Hotel.
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