Chapter 34 – Johnny Is Dressed As a Baby

Johnny was in love with his Aunt Myrna. His penis ached with desire now that his head was inside her white silk bloomers, held affectionately by her stockinged legs. His pleasure filled his whole body as he sucked and tongued her most personal place. Her moaning grew more intense, then became almost a shout and her legs clung to him, locking his head between the welts of her stockings as he heard her cries above him. A flow of hot juice spread round his tongue and filled his nose and his mouth, overwhelming him with bliss and intimacy with his aunt. He swallowed as much of her juice as he could, almost choking, pushing himself further forward on his knees so that he could press deeper into her wetness.

Gradually she relaxed her legs and he felt the ribbon being undone behind his neck. Moments later he blinked in the light, aware that Aunt Barbara was lifting him up, then pulling him down to sit in her lap. Where was his delicious Aunt Myrna? As he was laid back across Aunt Barbara's arm to be fed with a bottle of baby milk, he saw Aunt Myrna standing over him, straightening her dress from the waist down. Then she lowered herself onto her knees in front of her sister, turned up the front hem of Johnny's pink silk skirt followed by his petticoat, and eased his French knickers down to below his hips, releasing his penis into the cool air of the bedroom.

Johnny's excitement thrilled through his member. He was exposed in his stiffness to his aunt. "Oh please kiss my cock, Aunt Myrna," he hoped, but was powerless to say it as his mouth drank from Aunt Barbara's bottle. He drank and watched, his heart hammering, as Aunt Myrna lowered her face, looking at his member instead of at his face. Her lips parted as his excitement grew, and their moist cherry redness slid over the helmet of his penis, giving it an ecstatic thrill. Another thrill swept deeper as he felt the tip of her hidden tongue dabbing over his knob. Then he gurgled helplessly into his bottle as her lips slid down the shaft of his penis to the very bottom. She pulled up again, making him cry out in a gargle of milk, then sank again... pulling with suction, pressing down with her tongue. He watched her beautiful blond hair rising and falling, in time with his blissful feelings, his emotions rising in his breasts.

"Make the sissy girl come, Myrna," said Aunt Barbara, tipping his bottle more steeply so that he gurgled and swallowed twice as fast. "He's going to be a baby any moment now, and the pleasure you give him will be mixed with being babyfied by his aunts."

The thought of becoming their baby suddenly seemed so wonderful and exciting to him, while at the same time he dreaded the humiliation. Even the shame of it was adorable to his confused little mind, and as he looked over the bosom of his blouse at his darling Aunt Myrna, he lost all control of his special places, his pleasure came rushing towards her lips, and he squirted his helpless cream into her mouth.

She didn't pull back. Her arms held him round the legs and she held his jerking penis between her lips as her throat gave one or two deliberate swallows. How he loved his Aunt Myrna at that moment, seeing how intimate she was with him. After his surge of pleasure had died down, she continued to suck him up and down for another minute or so, until Johnny jumped. It was Aunt Barbara's phone on her chair-side table.

Aunt Myrna sat back on her high heels with cream and saliva drooling from her lower lip as Aunt Barbara put his bottle down and picked up the phone.

"Yes, it's Barbara... Of course he is... We're about to change him now... Tonight? What a good idea, we'll bring him to your apartment in an hour's time... Bye."

Johnny's heartbeats were thumping again. Where was Aunt Barbara planning to take him? "Well, my boy," she said, using his bib to wipe his chin, "since you will be returning to the girls' school tomorrow, you are going to spend tonight in just the right place, it seems to me." Aunt Myrna sat beside her and petted Johnny's hair and his cheeks between her hands. "Miss Williams is delighted to hear we are planning to babify our sissy boy this evening. She has installed a crib for you in her apartment, and has invited us to deliver you to her home, where she will look after you until the morning. Then she will get you ready for school."

Johnny's heart almost burst with humiliation. His Aunt Myrna turned his face towards her, and looked straight into her nephew's eyes with a smile. "Well, sissy boy," she said, "shall we make you our baby girl then?"

He swelled with desire to please his aunt, wanting her to dress him as a baby girl. "Will you fasten me into a baby girl's diaper, Aunt?" he asked. Tears filled his eyes at the same time. Whatever baby things his aunts were to put him in, it was Miss Williams who was going to see him dressed in them, and pangs of humiliation filled his breasts. "And baby diaper covers, Aunt Myrna: pretty panties that girls would love to wear."

"We certainly will," declared Aunt Barbara, laying him amongst the cushions of his changing mat. "You can be sure that what we put you in will be just what baby girls wear. It is exactly what Miss Williams has in mind."

He was undressed down to his bare flesh by his aunts, and Aunt Myrna kissed him and fondled him as Aunt Barbara gathered armfuls of baby wear for him and spread them over the chairs. He was held with his legs wide apart for a pink and white plastic backed diaper to be wrapped round him and taped snugly together at the front. "We can't have Miss Williams having to change your diaper, sissy boy," said Aunt Barbara, opening a second. "You will have to wear double diapers overnight, regardless of what you may do inside them."

His second diaper was taped shut, spreading his legs wider apart, and a pretty diaper cover in white chiffon was pulled up over them with elastic snapping shut around his waist. Finally he was dressed in four different pairs of nylon baby bloomers, each of them buttoning shut across a silk gusset, and decorated all round the legs with either frills or rows of ruffles. His petticoats were lowered over his head... four of them... in white nylon with tiered frills and pretty lace, so that he sat in a beautifully tented spread of girlish lingerie. His dress was in pink dupionne satin. Johnny whimpered with blissful sweetness as it gathered across his petticoats, buttoning at the back beneath the wide Peter Pan collar, and cupping each shoulder in a lovely puff of sweetness. A pretty pink baby button fastened each of his sleeves at the top of his arm on a little satin cuff.

His aunts knelt on the floor and took one foot each in the lap of their dresses while they dressed them in chiffon lined satin bootees. Then they slid his hands inside matching mittens, which they drew tight at his wrists and fastened into bows of white silk edged with lace. A matching hair ribbon was fastened in a pussycat bow on top of his hair, and Johnny was ready to be delivered to the girls' school, where he would spend Sunday night in the care of Miss Williams before his 'special uniform' day at her school.

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