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They made an early start of Thursday. Simon and Oscar were removed from their cells, dressed and put into their suits. As the days had passed they seemed to have become more and more docile. They still complained, but they no longer struggled against their bonds, nor resisted the gag. They liked to have their dil-dos turned on before they were fitted with their hoods. The gentle regular pulsing must have been comforting. The boys had been remarking that they were starting to use their tongues more. And Mandy noticed with approval that by the end of the day, when they were undressed, their tight little panties were now always slippery with c-um.
She was putting on Simon’s hood. He was complaining as usual.
“Miss…please…not again. They’re my friends… S’pose they find out it’s me suc-king their coc-ks…”
She hazarded a question.
“Which coc-k’s your favourite?” She must have caught him unawares.
“Oh, er Lou…” He quickly shut his mouth, cheeks reddening.
“Hmm. Interesting. Yes, I can see you might enjoy his. It’s sort of cute…”
With an effort she slid the hood into place, and rolled down the neck.
“Open wide. Good boy. Tell you what, I’ll give Louis an extra couple of tickets. Don’t tell anyone, though.”
She and Debbie trundled the boys down to the empty room, and hung the “NO ENTRY” notice on the door. Shirley and Yulya were attending to the cow-boys, whilst they had elected to prepare the babies.
They wanted them to look their very best, so they had sorted out two really pretty ensembles, one blue and the other pink. Starting at the top: a satin bonnet, framing the face, with frilling all around the face opening, and loose at the back of the head, secured with ribbon under the chin. A satin pinafore dress, with short frilled puff sleeves and a plain round neck, elasticated at the chest and lined with stiff netting so that it flared out in a pretty bell shape trimmed with more frills around the hem, which at rest would barely to hide their panties, and when they moved, would bounce and swirl coquettishly. The pinafore itself was of the finest transparent white nylon, with a flower-pattern hem laying just short of the dress frills, and frilled shoulder-straps.
The pants. The cutest pants you can imagine, full enough to lay comfortably over the puffiest or thickest diaper. Shirley had gone for fine transparent latex, one pink pair and one blue, with a simple broad, tight waistband to support them against the pull of the wettest nappy, and the prettiest little frills around the leg bands, equally tight and waterproof. Each pair had tiny groups of multicoloured flowers sprinkled in the latex, and a yellow daisy-chain pattern at the hips, running from the waist to the leg bands. The outfits were finished off with short white lacy socks and little leather bootees, matching the colours and secured by yellow ribbons threaded around the ankles.
The pants had a built in wetness alarm in a slightly raised rubber section built into the back of the waistband, equipped with a speaker and a fine cable which could be dropped into the nappy. When activated, a tinkling bell would sound, followed by a programmable recorded message in a baby voice. For the purposes of the open day, a distressed baby voice would squeal, “Mummy, mummy! [sob] I’ve done a big wee! I need changing now! [sob]” Shirley was sure that would get a laugh.
Luke and Max knew vaguely what was required of them. They knew they were in no position to protest. In fact, until the day – of it ever came – they were freed of their chastity devices, they had no alternative but complete submission. But the previous evening they had made a secret pact.
“Max? Know what? There’s no way I’m giving those girls an excuse to change me, especially in front of all the visitors.”
“Nor me. So from now on we don’t drink anything, and tomorrow we refuse all drinks, right?”
“Right. It would be too blatant for them to allow us to be changed if we stay dry. I don’t think they’d dare, especially in front of that Mrs Canter. She’s strict, and she wouldn’t be okay with us being needlessly humiliated. We’re gonna be thirsty, but it’ll be worth it. We only have to hold out till four. That when the open day ends.”
“We can do that, no probs.”
Even so, they were pretty gobsmacked to see their outfits. It was hardly significant that Luke was in his boy persona in blue and Max the girl in pink – both looked equally effeminate. Mandy and Debbie dressed them carefully, leaving their bonnets till last, and once they were satisfied with their appearance they fitted them with soft leather mitts to stop them messing with their clothes. These were buckled tightly around the wrists; then their hands were pulled behind them and the D rings on the buckled fastened together with tiny padlocks.
“That should keep you out of mischief, darlings,” said Mandy, with a motherly smile, as she applied a little rouge to their cheeks to make them look extra sweet and innocent. “Now, one final thing, before we put on your bonnets…”
All boys hate pacifiers, so you can imagine how very much more they would hate Shirley’s sissifiers. There was a blue one for Luke and a pink one for Max. They had large, strong plastic guards, with matching leather straps attached to slots in the sides, and the natural glans-teat was neat and compact to encourage comfort suc-king. There was no ring on the guard, but a largish boss right in the middle. The ladies popped them in and buckled them up firmly at the back, before tying on their bonnets. Mandy stood back to admire them.
“Perfect! Two gorgeous little sweeties! Now, boys, I noticed you didn’t drink your juice at breakfast. You must be thirsty. Never mind.” She reached out, hooked a nail under the edge of the boss on Max’s dummy, and flipped it open. Inside was a plastic nipple-type connector. “With these, we can feed you any time we want. In fact, I think we should try them out right away.” From a cupboard she produced a plastic baby bottle full of pale purple juice fitted with a long rubber tube. While Debbie held Max, she pushed the end of the tube over the nipple. He shook his head frantically, but the tube was firmly attached, and he only succeeded in shaking it about. She squeezed the bottle. A moment later Max felt the teat swell as it filled with juice. She began to squeeze rhythmically, and soon it was pumping into his mouth in little spurts, which he was forced to swallow.
“There. Nice? Don’t worry, boys. We’ll make sure to give you regular drinks during the day, so you’ll be ready for this afternoon.”
A tear was forming in Max’s eye. Why did these women always get the upper hand of them?
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