"Now come on, Nathaniel... handie in," ordered Marisa, standing behind her husband as he sat on his new changing table and presenting a lace-trimmed shoulder loop of his little nylon petticoat to his hand.
"Eileen won't be happy if she has come to visit you, only to find a grumpy baby husband."
"That's right, Natlie sweetheart," said his wife's friend. She let her lovely smile beam down on the unfortunate male. "I want to dress a very sweet baby who loves to have his petticoats put on for him, with "Goo-goos" and giggles and a nice cuddly stiffie between his legs."

Nathaniel Philips drooped between his knees as he sat completely naked on his plastic topped changing table. At least this silly little experiment was only a one-off, to please his new wife and give her a start in her passionate interest: Maternity Care. After all she was allowing him his passionate interest: an obsession with making furniture. Starting with the very table he was sitting on. Marisa, on the other hand, had enrolled herself in a group called Big Baby Girl. What her husband didn't know was that BBG was one of the fastest growing female collectives on the net. Its organisers claimed its all-female membership would soon overtake Facebook, since women were switching from one to the other in their swarms.

Nathaniel put his arms into his petticoat and the dressing practice continued. It was an effort for him to lift his hands. That relaxant pill he'd been given, 'for the sake of lifelike baby softness', was pretty powerful. Thank goodness it hadn't weakened his mind. He blinked hard and remembered his bath-time had started at 6pm. Followed by talcum powder all over with Marisa and Eileen both applying their powder puffs into all his places again and again to make his skin as smooth and his flesh as soft as a baby's. Oh please don't let Eileen look down and see the stiffening of his genitals. She mustn't see it. What would she think?

"Oh Natlie," she cooed, beaming again into his face, "you're giving us another stiffie. Isn't that lovely, Marisa? Hubby Natlie is loving being a baby for his mummy wife."
"That's a good baby," said his wife, peering between the lace frills of his petticoat. "Mummy is very pleased with her little bundle. Now, handies in again."

It was another petticoat, this time in ivory silk, with shoulder tabs edged with lace and flaring sweetly around his nylon petti. This one fastened at the front, with three little baby buttons at neck, breast and waist. It flared widely around him and made slippery sounds as his petticoats sizzled together. Nathaniel was beginning to feel incapable of helping himself and had to just let the two women get on with fussing and arranging. He found Marisa's fingers opening his lips.

"Open for Mummy," she said, and she popped a tablet into the back of his mouth. "Baby have another drinkies." Before he could think of closing his lips, the plastic teat of the big feeding bottle she had for him was well inside his mouth, held by Eileen, and with both of them holding his mouth shut, the bottle tipped, the milk gurgled into his throat, and he had swallowed pill number two. "Just to help Baby feel pansy and cutesy," she said, giggling to her friend. They removed the bottle and lay him down on his back.

Nathaniel didn't know what to do with his hands. They waved in the air in front of his face, until he felt an urge to put them into his mouth. His legs were feeling lovely as Mummy and Eileen played with them, pulling soft knee-highs in white silk knit up to his thighs. His pansy, cutesy feelings were making him want to put his thumb into his mouth, so that he could suck and feel nice while he was being dressed. His thumb went all the way in and his cock felt even more lovely the harder he sucked. They were sitting him up again, and his thumb sprang out of his mouth like a shot.

"Hello, little baby," said one of the women sitting on the other side of the table. "You're being ever so good while you're being dressed this evening."

How on earth had they come in without a sound? "Ohhh! My goodness, Mummy," he said, without thinking. "Get me changed back, quick. These women can see what you're doing to me."

"Well of course we can, darling. I'm Grace," said one of the new arrivals, "and we've come to your house to help get you ready for bed this evening."

Nathaniel Philips's heart sank like lead. These women knew about his wife's daft little experiment. He should get down off the table and hurry out of the room. Go and get changed. Instead, he put his thumb in his mouth, and all three women laughed, while Eileen put her cheek against his hair and her hand around his face to give him a maternal cuddle of praise.

"No, don't laugh," he simpered, only half taking his thumb from his mouth. "We're just playing... a dressing game, aren't we, Marisa? It's just for dressing practice."

"Yes, darling, we know," said the second woman, "but you need practice so that you can get better and better at being mummy's lickel baby."

"Janet is right, honey," he heard at his ear. It was Marisa, her voice almost an intimate whisper from wife to husband. "We're going to see how well we can put baby to bed tonight, then get her up in the morning, dress her and look after her all day, then put her to bed again tomorrow night."

"Put her to bed?" squeaked Nathaniel, feeling less cutesy... more shaken. "You said 'her', darling." "Well yes, sweetheart. We're practising caring for a little girl baby. That's what you're going to become for us. We need you to practise on, don't we, girls?"

"Ye-e-es," came the chorus as the sizzle of dress material sounded in his other ear. He turned to see the dreadfully soppy baby dress in lemon satin that Eileen was opening behind him for his wife to thread his hand into one sleeve and then into the other.

Nathaniel Philips was incapable of raising any meaningful protest, other than a wail as the satin slid up his arms and nestled sweetly around his shoulders. He wailed again as he saw the ridiculously wide satin collar, trimmed all round with deep white lace, which seemed to be stiffened in some way so that it surrounded his face and hair and made him feel so feminine.

"Oh Baby, your dress is so lovely," cried the third guest, "that it's making your sissy baby clittie stand up on end. Just look, everybody."
"Why, Joanna, honey, you're right," declared Marisa. There was more laughter. All the women had such lovely smiles. They were so attractive. Being watched by them was making Nathaniel's penis agonisingly stiff as he looked down his dress and watched as the double rows of buttons slotted through each buttonhole down the front.

"Shall we put Baby Natlie into her plastic baby pants, girls?" asked Eileen, unfolding the crisp white plastic panties next to his legs.
The babified husband tried to say no, but with a thumb in his mouth it became "Mo-mmmo-mmmmmm!"
"I think she needs her nice big drinkies first," said Marisa, catching his wrist and hauling his thumb reluctantly out of his mouth. In went his third pill, followed by the big bottle again, this time fitted with a large teat that extended into a wide plastic saucer round the bottle neck, just like a pacifier. With Eileen's help, she leant him right back between their breasts so that he swallowed his medication and drank at a gulping pace. His eyes looked up pathetically from the rim of his bottle as maternal faces peered down at him with smiles of satisfaction. When he had finished drinking they sat him up again, producing a torrent of wails and gurgles, so in place of his bottle his mouth was filled with an equally wide-disked pacifier. The look of beseeching misery in his eyes made all the women laugh, and clap their hands with delight as Eileen produced his exquisite white satin bonnet.

"What a pity Baby Natlie didn't quite understand the full plan for her," said Marisa, feigning sympathy and helping her friend to surround her husband's face and hair in shiny white satin. "I think he may have thought he was only going to have one babifying pill for weakness. Now I think his pills are convincing him he really is an effeminate baby girl, and he wants to surrender more and more to nice mothering women. Isn't that right, pet?"

The satin bonnet turned towards her, its wide floppy brim almost hiding his face, and whimpers of helplessness bleated behind his pacifier. It was time to thread his see-through plastic pants onto his feet and draw them up his stockings. Once they were in place, Grace, Janet and Joanna took hold of his stockings and frolled their fingers to and fro to add to his feelings of soft femininity. His wife and Eileen took one of his hands each and held them down his back, so that they could slip their other hand inside his panties to fondle his excited little clitoris. Marisa concentrated her little fluttering movements just under the rim of the helmet while Eileen gently brushed over his tight little plumbs.

"This will help Baby Natlie to decide," said his 'wife-mummy', "whether to do flooding wee-wees or helpless baby squirties," and no sooner had she said it than their Big Girl Baby produced the first of many helpless, creamy splashes onto the inside of his plastic panties, to much squealing and clapping from the delighted feminist Women.

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