Bonnie's Belles by tammiann

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Bonnie's Belles by tammiann (2001)

part 1

Mary pulled into her friend Bonnie's driveway just as her husband was leaving. He didn't look very happy. Bonnie's smile as she opened the door told Mary that the plan was working. Out in the back of Mary's minivan, a head full of curls peeked over the seat and looked around. Mary pressed the remote and the side door slid open, sending Larry scampering to the front of the house and blushing as he held the diaper bag and waited to be let in. Bonnie opened the door just as he reached the verge of tears. Mary giggled as he hurried in and took off his pink Keds at the doorway, revealing the lacy anklets. Bonnie looked at the gray back-zip knit pants he wore and the white vest beneath the wooly pink sweater and said he looked pretty grown up. She then tugged at the waist band of his pink candy-striped cotton panties and cautioned him to stay dry in her house.

"Oh, Lucy just dresses like a big girl when we go for a drive." replied Mary as she took the diaper bag and spread the changing pad on the floor, "but everyone knows what she's really like."

With that Larry sank to the floor and crawled over to the pad. In seconds, he was naked except for the "vest" tee shirt. Bonnie loved watching his face turn crimson and his little pee pee and nuts shrivel when she looked into his eyes and cooed. A disposable diaper was soon taped in place and he was given a dollie to play with while Bonnie and Mary talked.

"Mr. Macho didn't seem so tough pulling out of the driveway. Where's he going?" asked Mary. "Isn't he laid off?"

"Yes," answered Bonnie, "but after our talk last weekend he decided to go help my mother..."

"But she runs a maid service," said Mary, "and I thought he couldn't stand her."

"He can't," laughed Bonnie, drawing giggles from Mary as well. "But he's been gritting his teeth and working for her for a week."

Mary took a bottle from the diaper bag and gave it to Larry, he groaned at the thought of having to drink at least a quart of formula and then dealing with the gas and bloat it often caused. He listened as Bonnie told his wife about her weekend and what made her decide to take Mary's advice.

"How many men does it take to put in a light bulb?" said Bonnie, quoting her husband. "None," was the reply, "let the bitch cook in the dark."

The two women expressed outrage and Larry smiled at the joke until he heard Bonnie say that her husband's poker parties and nights out were now a thing of the past. He had come home drunk over the weekend, demanding sex. Bonnie played along, getting him all worked up then using the "little trick" Mary had demonstrated on Larry. She'd allowed Bonnie to practice on Larry the week before and he was still sore and held the front of his diaper as he drank his bottle.

Bonnie's technique had made her husband Trent come faster and with less pleasure than he ever had before, and she wasted no time in blaming him and complaining about his performance. When he was a bit more sober the next day, he tried to apologize and be more attentive. She seemed responsive at first but when he got hot and bothered, she'd turn cold and say nevermind since his "little friend" was working as much as he was. He'd tried cleaning the house when she was at work, but Bonnie found fault with that and suggsted he work for her mother to learn how.

When he complained about not being able to find any clothes, she said what he hadn't wrecked doing the laundry, he'd worn out in the bars or outside. Promising to buy more when they could afford it. Bonnie wondered how long he'd be able to make do with two pairs of pants, one good shirt, three t-shirts and and the same number of underpants and pairs of sox.

"So he's out of clothes?" asked Mary as they sipped tea and watched Larry struggling to look as if he was having the time of his life playing with the dollie to keep their attention away from him.

"Pretty much," chuckled Bonnie, "and this morning he left the house with his last set. He's been cleaning houses all week and that's how the last of them have gotten ruined. He won't wear the company uniforms, but I think he will today, which is why he was pouting so when he went to work."

"I can't wait to see him in the pink, tailored overalls your Mom's employees wear."

"Me too," laughed Bonnie. "today is the last day of his probation, and Mom's going to tell him from now on it's the uniform or loose his job."

part 2

"And if he quits or gets fired you'll throw him out?"

"Of course," answered Bonnie, "and he's in for another surprise today. He's been real excited about getting his first paycheck in four months, but Mom's already direct deposited it in our account, which he can't touch without my signature. When he gets the pay stub and nothing else, I think he'll break down and wear the official uniform. If he does that, he's mine forever."

Larry grew more worried as his wife and Bonnie chatted and laughed the day away. Since moving to the neighborhood, few people had even seen him, let alone know of his status, and none of those few were men. He'd gone in his diaper twice and Bonnie had changed him both times, making sure to tease him and threaten his "sore little pee pee" with some more practice. Still wearing only the vest tee shirt and diaper, he nervously suc-ked on a pacifier and hoped Mary would take him home before Bonnie's husband returned.

Mary saw the fear in her husband's eyes as the afternoon wore on. Having him keep the diaper on, she laughed as he hurriedly squirmed into the tight pants, barely getting the back zipper pulled up. He'd be spared meeting Trent, for now, but she did plan to take him through the drive through for a girl's kiddie meal on the way home. He raced out to the car, not knowing why he had to sit in front, yet not daring to complain. Bonnie tightly buckled the seat belt for him and told Mary she'd call soon and let her know how things were going.

Larry nearly panicked as Trent pulled into the driveway, but managed to sink low enough in the seat not to be seen. Mary didn't tell her husband as she drove off, but she could see that Bonnie's husband had other things on his mind. She saw the pale pink denim covering his shoulders and knew that Bonnie would soon have a perfect husband just like she did.

"Nice uniform, Trent." said Bonnie as she fought back a laugh, "that should save your clothes."

"What clothes?" he replied with a tone Bonnie didn't like and knew just how to fix, "my last set was ruined today and I had to wear these home."

"Well, maybe I can scrape up enough money to buy more this weekend." she answered, "I guess you didn't find a different job?"

"No," answered Trent in a very sullen tone. He had been all set to take his paycheck and tell the old lady what she could do with her job until he saw that it wasn't a check at all. No one else was hiring anywhere and his mother-in-law delighted in his dependence on her and pushed her authority to the limits. "and why did she direct deposit my check?"

"Because we have two kids in college and your four-month vacation nearly bankrupted us. We're going to have to watch every penny if we're going to get out of debt and have any kind of future."

"Why do you have to watch every penny?" Trent angrilly shot back.

"Because its your fault we're in this mess. And if you don't like it you can leave." Bonnie exclaimed, "and who's Tiffany?"

Trent melted at the question and knew he was trapped. His ego deflated as he looked down and saw the embroidered name on the breast pocket of the pink denim overalls. Mrs. Waring had deliberately had that name put on his overalls, claiming it an honest mistake he'd have to live with until the new uniforms arrived. Bonnie smiled at the effect it had on her husband and wondered if he knew about the logo on the back that said "I'm a Minnie Maid."

The next morning, as Bonnie got ready for work, she saw Trent sitting on the couch in just a t-shirt and underwear. It was all he had left to wear. When he saw her, he hurried into the kitchen and fixed breakfast for her. She was enjoying all the power she'd been denied and as she left she called him "Tiffany" and said the house better be spotless or she'd use the clothes money to hire a maid. Giggling as the sound of the vacuum began before she'd even gotten into the car, Bonnie couldn't wait to tell Mary all about it.

part 3

After work, Bonnie met Mary at the local discount department store. When Bonnie asked about Lucy, Mary explained that Christina was babysitting, which made them both start giggling. Larry hated being babysat, and Christina was his least favorite. She loved teasing him and especially liked to make him "dish" all his secrets as she bathed him or changed his diaper. Her favorite was "clean up time" which meant enemas and being forced to talk about the things he wanted to forget and keep secret forever. Christina enjoyed making him bare his soulc and if he didn't go into enough detail a bar of soap in his mouth worked wonders.

"So, is it clean up time for Lucy today?" giggled Bonnie as they shopped.

"I think so," answered Mary "and Christina loves to hear about the cruise."

"This is cute," said Bonnie as she picked up a pair of yellow capri pants.

"Are you really shopping for Trent?" asked Mary.

"Yes," smiled Bonnie, "From now, on I'm only shoping in the ladies department---or maybe the girls section when Tiffany loses some weight."

Bonnie soon finished her shopping and headed for hope. It was almost five and she smiled when she thought of that being Larry's bedtime. Trent wouldn't be staying up late much longer, Bonnie promised herself. She noticed that even the garage floor had been scrubbed as the door raised itself and she pulled in. The house was equally clean. Trent had started dinner but was in the shower. Taking a trash bag, Bonnie grabbed the rest of his clothes from the floor and their bedroom and quickly disposed of them.

Trent nervously walked naked through the house and was relieved to see the bags of clothing on the couch. Bonnie handed him a pair of boxers. He slid them on, wondering when they started making them out of flannel with shades of purple in the plaid. He happily took the pair of jeans held out to him, but stopped when he saw that they had no fly or belt loops, only elastic around the waist. He wondered about the "Just My Size" tags Bonnie took off of the tee shirt she gave him in pale blue and the matching pair of "trouser socks."

After checking on dinner, he went to the bedroom where Bonnie was putting the rest of the clothes in his dresser drawers. His face dropped when he saw the stretchy yelly capri pants and he went to the drawers and looked inside. The numbers on the size tags didn't make sense and it finally dawned on him when he saw the underwear drawer. High-cut briefs in nylon and matching cami-shirts tipped him off. He then gazed at the waistband of the strangely fitting jeans he had on---"Laura Ashley---20W"

"I can't wear these!" Trent cried out.

"Why not?" Bonnie asked innocently, "they fit perfectly."

"But panties..." Trent almost choked on the words and held up the pink briefs as though they were radioactive.

"I had to watch the sales and it's all we can afford." said Bonnie in a harsher tone.

"It's bad enough having to wear that uniform at work..."

"Tiffany can quit anytime she wants," interrupted Bonnie while pointing at the suitcases. Trent hung his head and hid his red face as he helped Bonnie put away the rest of his new clothes.

"No one will notice or suspect a thing," lied Bonnie.

Trent nodded and meekly went into the kitchen to serve dinner. After washing the dishes, he sat on the couch next to Bonnie. She cuddled up next to him and before long they were kissing and making out like they did when they were dating. Bonnie kept rubbing against him, knowing the effect the flannel boxers would have on him. As she was undressed, he erupted into his shorts. She secretly enjoyed the look on his face, but was outwardly sympathetic to him, saying the it was ok and sometimes little boys can't control themselves very well. Guiding his face between her legs, she had her fun several times. She took him to the bathroom and bathed him as she would a child, lathering him up in the perfumed bubble bath and telling him not to worry about his performance.

As she walked out of the bathroon after her shower, Bonnie smiled at the sight of her husband in the nylon briefs and cami. Pretending not to notice his embarrasment, she swatted his pantied bottom and told him to get some rest. Making sure to kiss him on the forehead the same way she'd done to her daughter, she called him Tiffany as she said goodnight.

part 4

Mary had kissed her husband goodnight at 5 PM and was now getting ready to go out on the town. He had looked so drained when she got home and Mary knew right away that it had been "clean up time." Christina's smiles and Larry's pouting told her that he'd revealed alot more than he ever wanted to. Larry had immediately burst into tears when she'd asked why was he wearing his "Daddy's Little Girl" tee shirt. Christina answered for him, saying that Larry couldn't stop talking about Sterling and missed him so that she let him wear his favorite shirt. As she lead him to his crib, Christina let herself out and promised to meet her at the club later.

"Does my widdle baby miss a big strong Daddy?" cooed Mary as he burst into tears and tried to cover his face.

"No, Mommy." sobbed Larry, hoping she'd leave it at that.

"There, there, Lucy." said Mary as she pulled his hands down and looked into his eyes. "Tell Mommy ALL about your day with Miss Christina."

Larry sniffled as he told Mary about his day. As soon she left for work, Christina gave him a baby bottle full of the same "sparkling soda" he'd had on the cruise. he was suc-king his pacifier in the playpen when his stomach rumbled and he realized what was about to happen. Christina ignored his had gestures and whimpering through the binky. Then as his bowels let loose, he spit out the pacifier and cried out loud.

"Is something the matter?" asked Christina, "You know the rules, if you spit out your binky that means you want to talk and talk and talk to Auntie Christina."

Larry shook his head no, realizing it was too late. he heard the water running in the bath tub as the waves of cramps made him keep filling his diapers. When the laxative finally wore off and his bottom felt like it was on fire from the mess that had been trapped in his diaper all that time, Christina called out for her "stinky baby" and laughed as his bulging diapers wiggled to and fro as Larry crawled to the bathroom, already crying and dreading what was ahead.

"She's a poopie girl, isn't she" taunted Christina, "but don't worry, it's clean up time! We'll have you all pretty in no time, Lucy, and then we can girl-talk the day away."

Larry cried at the thought of that as Christina got rid of the dirty diaper and cleaned him up. She went wild with the baby wipes around his privates, making his sore little weenie stand up. Christina wiggled her little finger under his nose, reminding him of what she thought of his manhood. After he calmed down a bit, she put the diaper rash ointment on, which soothed him until she got him all excited again. Then he was on his knees in the bathtub with his bottom stiking up in the air. Christina prodded and probed before putting in the enema nozzle. The flood of soapy warm fluid soon had him groaning and it hurt even worse when she had him stand. His swollen belly stood out in front of him.

"When's your baby due?" laughed Christina as she rubbed his over-stretched stomach. She also played with the tiny breasts that barely stuck out from his chest. "I guess you're just teenie tiny everywhere."

She finally let him sit on the toilet and cheered him on as he emptied himself. The embarrasment of being so exposed never got any easier, not matter how many times it happened, and Christina really got a kick out of that. She enjoyed the chats that followed for the same reason, and loved having Larry bare his soul to her. When he was all dried off, she took him back into the living room to get him dressed. She put a training bra on him and slowly adjusted the straps and cups, giggling as he blushed and sniffled. A matching pair of white panties came next and then she had him sit down on the couch. She sat beside him and nudged him close to her lap as she began combing his curly permed hair with a baby brush and comb.

"Does my big girl feel all better now?"

Still too ashamed to speak, Larry meekly nodded and turned his head away. Christina gently grabbed his chin and looked directly into his eyes.

"Lucy," Christina scolded, "you're the one who cried out for attention. So unless you need me to wash out your mouth with bubble bath, you better speak up. Let's see what you want to talk about today."

Christina grinned as she reached into the diaper bag and pulled out a pink tee shirt. Larry's jaw dropped and he felt tears coming as Christina made him read the slogan.

"DADDY'S LITTLE GIRL"Larry sobbed

"I guess you are," giggled Christina, "so tell me all about your Daddy and how you got such a cute shirt."

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part 5

Chirstina laughed at the sight of Larry nervously twisting his hair around his index finger as he tried to talk. He looked so girlie sitting there in just a white cotton training bra and matching panties. He would get choked up everytime he saw the pink tee shirt spread out next to him on the couch, and his "baby sitter" made sure it happened often.

"So tell me little Lucy," prodded Christina, "did you miss leaving your mommy when Sterling put the leash on you?"

Larry nodded yes and told her how afraid he was when he was marched back to his cabin in front of all the cheering men. He cried as he told her how much he wished he'd never cheated on his wife and that the cruise had never happened.

"But some wishes don't come true, do they?" Christina asked, "but I'll bet you'll be a good little girl from now on, won't you?"

Larry's curls bounced up and down around his face as he shook his head yes and told her how he wished he were with Mary now. He also begged her not to make him talk about his "bad times."

"But if you forget your mistakes," Christina interrupted, "you might make them all over again and we can't have that now, can we? so just slide up here on my lap and tell me all about it."

As Larry slowly got onto Christina's lap, the softness of her dress felt cool on his hairless legs. Her pantyhose beneath the slip and fabric of the long dress caused him to slied about and squirm, and he felt himself getting excited. Christina lightly touched the bulging little lump in his panties and said that since he was getting so excited thinking about Sterling, he must be eager to tell her everything.

Wearing the girls' vest tee and sparkly read pull-on pants, Larry was lead away on a leash as the crown that had gathered for the ceremony laughed and cheered, pointing out the obvious panty line and elastic waist band of the panties sticking out. He fought back tears as he saw his wife and secretary smiling at him. They told him to enjoy his honeymoon as Sterling groped his bottom, forcing Larry to dance and skip as they hurried away. Inside the cabin, Larry trembled as the bodybuilder easily lifted him up and stood him on top of the bed. He struggled to keep his balance as sterling peeled off the pants and panties, leaving the vest on as he roughly squeezed Larry's chest and nipples.

Larry cried and asked him to stop, but regretted doing so when his roommate and new "owner" ordered larry to help him undress. A quick slap to his thighs, forced Larry into action. As he slid down the jeans, having to drop to his knees to do so, Larry felt so inadequate as his face brushed across Sterling's jockeys and the huge package within. He sat on the bed as Sterling picked up his feel to be freed from the jeans and as the underwear slid down, Larry felt like he was hit in the face with a rolling pin. He couldn't help but be intimidsted by the man's size and hairyness, especially when Sterling kept reminding Larry about his pale, utterly nude form. Only his shoulders had the beginnings of a tan, and they had the clear markings from the bathing suit shoulder straps.

Sterling didn't pull down the covers, but instead took the white sheet off the floor from where Larry had to sleep and placed it on the bedspread. Larry thought about resisting but remembered Mary's and Debbie's threats and submitted to the strong, muscular arms squeezing him. He tried to imagine being with his wife or some other woman, but the reality of a full mustache brushing across his lips and a tongue more determined and forceful than his plunging into his mouth almost made him choke. As the iron-like grip kneaded his soft, hairless flesh, Larry wondered why he kept thinking of all the girls he'd overpowered and all the men he'd violated professionally and economically as he became Sterling's plaything. Larry shivered as something cool and slippery was rubbed all over his bottom and Sterling's large fingers probed him. He felt himself becoming aroused despite his revulsion. Sterling noticed this and said Mary must have been right about the "school girl crush." Sterling began getting Larry even more excited as he explored the hairless gentials.

"Don't worry, Sweetie," taunted Larry, "it's not all about you , and here's a little trick I'm going to show your wife---if she decides to keep you."

part 6

Larry gasped as Sterling began running his index finger along the bottom of Larry's little peenie. He didn't even know that there was the slightest line of sensitive skin from just below the underside of the head to where his balls began, but Sterling sure did. As he rubbed up and down, never touching the tip, Larry could feel the tension and pressure building inside. It was taking so long and he almost ached and felt as if he was about to have the biggest orgasm of his life. Several minutes later, as Larry felt the faintest beginnings of a spasm, Sterling stopped, smiling as he saw the look on Larry's face. Larry whimpered as he looked down at his pee pee and saw it dribbling slightly. He felt the pressure release but got no pleasure from it. He was completely drained and wanted nothing more than to crawl into the corner and dissappear. As he moved off of the sheet covering the bed, Sterling grabbed him and tossed him belly down onto the bed, forcing him to lay on the mess he'd just made.

"Mary said," laughed Sterling, "to make sure you sleep on the wet spot. Now that you've had your fun, it's my turn."

Larry turned onto his side and reached out to push Sterling away. He gasped as his hand closed around the pen-is that felt every bit as big as a beer can, and seemed twice as long. He cried in horror and tried to let go, but Sterling held his hand there, forcing Larry to tremble at the thought of touching male genitals other than his own. Tears fell as the massive purple head rubbed his lips, and he was soon back on his belly, feeling his own sticky mess once again. He felt Sterling's hands probing his bottom again, but he was not getting excited this time, and could only cry as he he realized what was about to happen.

"Maybe you'll get something else next time." said Sterling as he put a pink baby pacifier in his mouth to gag him.

Larry thought he was being ripped wide open as Sterling connected with him as no man had ever done before. It seemed to go on forever, but before long he felt something even hotter squirt inside. Larry moaned in relief and was stunned when he realized he had begun to enjoy it just as Sterling was finishing and was moving his body in time with his "owner."

"You never told me you started to like it before!" exclaimed Christina as she interrupted Larry's memories. "I can't wait to tell Mary!"

Feeling more ashamed and naked than ever as he sat on Christina's lap in his panties and training bra, Larry cried and quit talking, unable to go on. Christina urged him onec or twice, then took his hand and lead him into the bathroom. She filled a mug with bubble bath liquid and when Larry screamed and turned away, she grabbed his nose and then his toothbrush. His mouth finally opened and he almost gagged as the liquid soap dripping from the toothbrush began scrubbing his teeth and filling his mouth. He begged her to stop and she agreed only after he "gargled and rinsed" with the mug full of nasty tasting bubblebath. She finally let him have a sippy cup full of water, but the taste remained as she pulled off his now soap-stained training bra and put on his pink "Daddy's Little Girl" tee shirt. A disposable diaper replaced the panties she'd yanked off of him and soon they were back in the living room. This time, she had him lay on the white plastic changing pad in the middle of the floor, knowing where his story was going next.

Wishing he was strong enough to stomach the soap and not have to keep talking, Larry began telling Christine about the rest of his "wedding" night. As he curled up on the floor, numb and not believing what he'd just done and that he'd let it happen willingly. Sterling took the messy sheet off the bed and hung it from the cabin window like a flag. A chorus of cheers erupted from the lower decks. Following an Arab wedding custom, Sterling hung the sheet with it's red stains out to prove he'd taken a virgin bride. Larry wondered if the women of the Middle East felt as humiliated and embarrased as he did about having this most intimate act and his submission to it broadcast to the world.

"Weren't you proud that you passed the virginity test?" asked Christina as she urged him to continue the story she never tired of hearing.

"Yes..." gasped Larry, "I mean NO."

"I'll bet you were," his baby sitter mused. "You're just full of secrets today, aren't you Lucy? So, did you and Sterling just cuddle up and sleep the rest of the night away?"

"No..." stammered Larry, urged on with the promise of more clean-up time. He told her about how Sterling had promised that the night was just beginning and how he planned to turn a profit on the money he'd spent at the auction. Then, naked and dripping, he was sent to answer the door when a loud knocking began. When he opened the cabin door, he nearly fainted when he saw the giant who'd nearly won tha auction. his knees actually did buckle when he saw the line of smiling, eager men lined up behind him.

part 7

Mary was whistling softly as her husband caught his breath and worked up the nerve to finish telling her about his day. She undid his diaper and got some diaper rash ointment and began putting it on him. His response wase predictable and Mary whistled louder then began singing to let him know he'd better start talking and finish up before the clock struck five.

"It's raining men, Hallelujah

It's raining men, Amen

It's raining men, Hallelujah

It's raining men, every specimen

Tall, blond, dark and lean

Rough and tough and strong and mean"

Larry wiggled about the bed as his wife rubbed in the ointment and asked him if he loved the Weather Girls' song as much as she did. He tried to shake his head no but when she gave him a stern look, Larry could only nod and begin talking the "girl-talk" he had shared with Christina, going back to that night on the cruise ship.

Larry gasped as he stared up at the giant of a man his wife had christened "the nubian god." His skin was the exact opposite of Larry's pale, hairless body. Larry began trembling and Sterling joked that he was getting feverish with desire. Larry gasped as he held the muscular buttocks jutting below the waistband of the jock-strap. When his new suitor tugged at the side of the athletic supporter he hugged Larry closer, smiling as Larry shuddered while his face plunged into the mass of curly hairs between his legs. Larry kissed the purple-black head of the pen-is, which was even bigger that Sterling's (something he hadn't believe was possible). Remembering Sterling's guarantee, that if someone wasn't satisfied, Larry would do it over, he began carressing and necking with the anaconda he could barely get his hand around.

Mary laughed and said he'd never described it that way before and said that Larry must have a thing for big snakes. She urged her mortified husband to continue.

Squirming in his diaper, Larry told her about having his mouth stretched almost to the breaking point and how his jaws ached from having to pleasure the man. After he was finished, Larry sputtered and almost gagged from the spray of the fire hose in his mouth. Although he was no less devastated than before, the worst was over, since he had done the deed and his virgin bottom and virgin mouth had both been deflowered once and for all. After he licked the man clean and put the jock strap back on, Larry held his big, strong hand and walked him to the door. Fifteen other men were waiting in line and it became a blurr of activity that lasted all through the night. Larry was sorrier than he had ever been and all the machismo he had once posessed was gone as well as forgotten. He cried himself to sleep that night.

"Were they tears of joy, Little Lucy?" asked Mary with a mischevious grin as she reached for the bottle of baby lotion and squirted it into his open diaper, causing his little peenie to stand at attention.

"I'll take that as a yes," Mary laughed as she began fondling him, causing him to squirm. He neared the brink and she stopped, pointing to the clock and telling Larry that it was only five minutes until bedtime and he had a story to finish.

Larry moaned and whimpered and told her about how exhausted mentally and physically he was when Sterling woke him up the next morning. Stiff from sleeping on the floor and his stomach and mouth still full of that awful taste, he said he didn't want any breakfast. Sterling spanked him until he got up, then got out an adult-sized disposable diaper and put it on him as he stood. Larry's hands were smacked when he reached for a pair of shorts and he was given a pink tee shirt to put on. The pacifier was stuck in his mouth and he was lead by the hand out of the cabin and they strolled on every deck of the ship before they finally arrived at Mary and Debbie's cabin. Taunted and teased on the entire walk, Larry cried and blubbered into the pacifier, knowing he had indeed been reborn.

"You certainly were, Lucy." agreed Mary as she began playing with his lotion-covered privates again. "Almost every woman complains that the men in their lives don't understand how they feel. But I'm so lucky, you know exactly how a woman feels, don't you? And you even love to talk and talk all about it. I have the perfect mate..."

Larry cringed as she stopped talking, noticing that she didn't refer to him as a man or husband. Mary then began cooing and talking baby talk as she pinned his diaper shut then slid her hand inside. Her fingers were soon making him squirm and moan. With the scent of baby lotion filling his nostrils, Larry squealed with glee as she brought him to the first orgasm he'd enjoyed in weeks. He didn't know what to think as he squirted into his diapers. The clock suddenly struck five and began playing "Rock-a-Bye, Baby. " Mary pulled the covers over him and kissed him goodnight.

part 8

"I can't believe Trent didn't want to join us." Giggled Christina as she sat at the table after enjoying several dances.

"I invited him twice," answered Bonnie, but he said he was too tired after he saw the capris and the skimpy top I put out for him."

"That's too bad," complained Mary as she ordered another round of drinks. "If he's not careful, he'll wind up with a bedtime like Larry's."

When the laughter died down over that comment, Christina and Mary filled Bonnie in on what Larry had revealed last week. In turn, Bonnie updated them on her progress. Trent was being run ragged and walked all over by his boss lady and always drew the worst assignments at work. He'd almost gotten into a fight at one of the houses when some teens began ridiculing him for wearing pink overalls and being a maid. When the owner callerd to complain, trent was taken right back to the house and made to apologize to them and offer a free cleaning on his own time. As they left, trent heard the howls of laughter, and hurried home to complain to his wife.

Trent got no sympathy from Bonnie at all and stayed in uniform most of the night cleaning their house for "being a big baby tattle-tale." When he went to bed, he was so tired he didn't even complain about the romper-style pajamas in blue nylon with yellow flowers. The next morning, Bonnie made sure to comment on his "girlie jammies" as he served her breakfast and got himself ready for work.

"You should have heard him squeal when he walked out to his car and found it locked up with a for sale sign on it." said Bonnie, "but my mom drove in to pick him up before he had too much time to protest, it was great seeing him so flustered. His face was as red as his panties."

"He has red ones now?" laughed Mary.

"Yes," replied Bonnie, "and they show right through most of the pants he has."

"Even those jeans you bought him?" asked Christina

"He quit wearing them after we went to the store and he saw some old ladies wearing the exact same style. They saw him and began pointing and laughing. It was hysterical. He wouldn't leave my side and was practically hiding behind me the rest of the day."

"Has he lost enough weight to get some girlie things?" asked Christina.

"No," complained Bonnie, "he'll work out for a few days and then quit because 'he's too tired from work.'"

"Maybe he needs to be motivatied just the opposite of Larry," suggested Mary, "when he doesn't clean well or I don't like his attitude I threaten to hire a certain Minnie Maid to show off my baby girl. It works wonders when I babify him. But maybe Trent needs to be treated and dressed like a little old lady."

"Yes," agreed Christina with a giggle, "I could just see Trent in Granny panties and polyester outfits."

"That might really work," laughed Bonnie, "especially if I made him wear matching outfits with my mother. He'd just die if I made him wear those awful shades of yellow and green..."

"He'll be begging you to let him dress his age or younger." Mary added.

After several hours of dancing and partying; Mary, Christina, and Bonnie went home. Bonnie's mother was still up and was delighted with the chance to take her to her favorite shops. She also said it was amazing how well Trent was fitting in now that he was in uniform and was given no slack on the job. Business was booming and her plans to retire would have to wait for now, which meant Tiffany was going to get lots of overtime. As Bonnie pulled in, she saw the house lights still on, which meant Trent was still doing housework. She smiled as she went inside and got ready for bed.

Two weeks later, Mary met Bonnie and Mrs. Waring for dinner. When she walked in, she assumed Bonnie and her mother were already there but gasped when she realized that Trent was sitting beside her. He wore mint green pull-on pants and it was clear from the panty lines that he was wearing oversized briefs underneath. A lemon yellow blouse peeked out from beneath a yellow sweater vest and a tailored jacket that matched the pants completed the outfit. Mary stifled a giggle as she said hello and daintily shook Trents hand. She could see the humiliation on his face and noticed the stares and whispers from the other tables as well. Mrs Waring arrived and was dressed identically to Trent, and her arrival made it even more obvious that he was a man dressed in women's clothes, especially when he had to stand and hold his mother-in-law's chair and help seat her. Mary couldn't wait for the conversation to begin.

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part 9

"Mrs. Waring, I just love your outfit," said Mary as she shook the elderly lady's hand. She was a large woman, and except for the heavily made-up face, permed and died hair, and bosom; it was easy to see how she could be confused with Trent.

"You're not the only one," chuckled Mrs. Waring as she looked down at her son-in-law, who cringed under her gaze.

"Indeed," Mary replied, "but I must say, Trent has certainly become quite the gentleman since entering your employ."

"I've managed to smooth a few rough edges, but there's a long way to go."

"He's got the rest of his life to work on it," said Bonnie with a smile, "and Mother and I will make sure he doesn't go astray."

The ladies chatted away while Trent sat silently in his chair, blushing and fighting back tears of shame as he continually drew stares and comments from the other patrons of the restaraunt. The waiters and waitresses began addresing the group as "Ladies" when they came to serve their table. As Mary, Bonnie, and Mrs. Waring enjoyed their sumptuous meals, Trent nibbled sullenly on a spinich salad. Mary then told Mrs. Waring about the holidays coming up and how her work kept her too busy to keep house properly. It was then that she signed on to have the Minnie Maids take over the drudgery. She smiled as Mrs. Waring promised to send Tiffany and that she'd have a perfectly spotless house or else.

"Are we having dessert, girls?" asked Mrs. Waring when the waiter brought the cart to the table. All of them chose something but Trent.

"Tiffany," Bonnie said loudly, "Mother asked you a question,"

"No thank you, Mrs. Waring." gasped Trent, choking on the words and the tears.

As they enjoyed their desserts, Trent nervously munched on the ice in his water glass. Mary noticed and said that's what she did in high school to keep her girlish figure. The giggling subsided as a few tears escaped from Trent's reddened eyes and the women prepared to leave. Trent dutifully got the chairs for each of them and had to make four trips to the coatroom to fetch the jackets, drawing new stares and comments each time.

"Thank you for dinner Mrs. Waring." said Mary as trent helped her into her coat.

"Thank you for becoming my newest client," Bonnie's mother replied, "And please call me Kate, all my friends and loved one's do."

As if to emphasize that point, she sent Trent to go get the car, grinning when he responded "Yes, Mrs. Waring" and walked away. The next day, he arrived bright and early at Mary's house, decked out in his pink coveralls and pink Keds. He meekly replied "Yes, ma'am" to all her questions and commands and was soon scrubbing and cleaning at a frantic pace. Mary left him and drove off. Larry was trembling in the back of the van, terrified to be seen by another man dressed as he was, wearing a pink romper that with plastic panties and diapers peeking out from the leg bands.

He suc-ked his pacifier and whimpered as they drove off. Bonnie was baby-sitting him today and he dreaded it. She always took him to the guest room, which had been her daughter's bedroom, and spent the day playing "dress up dolly" with him as the doll. His short, now-blonde hair would be curled even more and she'd tease him for hours as he modled what seemed like an endless array of girls hand-me-downs. At nap time, she'd check his diaper, which meant harsh rubbing with baby wipes and diaper rash ointment that had him crying for release that never came.

Trent sat silently beside his mother-in-law as she drove him home after a long, tiring day. He felt the fabric of his panties bunching up between his legs. When he complained to his wife, she told him "granny panties do that" said it was his own fault for getting so big. He'd been losing weight, and he was still wearing clothes identical to those worn by Mrs. Waring. The other maids teased him horribly about that and even asked if he wore the same bra. He'd almost had to a few weeks back when he'd gained a couple of pounds, but Bonnie relented after he agreed to go to dinner with Mary. Mary had mentioned a husband once, but there was no trace of one in her house. just a baby girl's room that he wondered about but assumed belonged to a daughter who was away---much like the "museum" Bonnie had made of her daughters' rooms. He wiggled until Mrs. Waring told him to sit still, having to put up with the granny panties, pants liner, and pink stirrup pants and long sweater for the rest of the ride home.

part 10

Trent noticed the Christmas decorations in the window as they pulled into the driveway. He'd forgotten about Christmas, then hoped Bonnie would ease up on him for the holidays. Christmas was always her favorite season and he sometimes complained that she took it too far, what with the lavish party she held every year and the gifts and caroling. He doubted it, but hoped that maybe the Christmas spirit would cause Bonnie to let things go back to the way they were.

"Hi Tiffy," said Bonnie as Trent walked in. She saw how uncomfortable he looked in the too-big bloomers and noticed for the first time that he'd lost a good deal of weight.

"Hello dear," Trent said as he knelt beside the couch to kiss her on the cheek. The clock struck six just as he was about to speak.

"Only an hour to eat and get ready for bed." Bonnie announced. "You've got some dinner on the table. Did you exercise today?"

"Yes dear." he answered, thinking of the hour-long aerobicise video that was as much of his morning ritual as the white leotard and tights.

"Good girl!" Bonnie exclaimed, "We might have to ask Santa to get you some new clothes."

Trent mumbled a polite reply then went into the kitchen, where a small salad and tuna sandwich awaited him. He was glad that it wasn't the usual can of Insure or something else that was as low in flavor as it was in calories, he quickly ate and hurried off to the bathroom. After his bath, he found the usual "full-coverage" briefs made of pink nylon, Instead of pajama, though, he noticed the duster that he was sure belonged to his mother-in-law. He knew better than to argue, hoping that his obedience and acceptance of whatever Bonnie demanded would be rewarded at Christmas.

Two weeks later, Mrs. Waring pulled into the driveway of Mary's house right at noon. He hurried out to the car and as he got in he wondered why she seemed to be in such a good mood and without checking the house to find some fault with his work. He looked at the presents in the back seat and realized it was Christmas Eve. He was soon at Mrs. Warings office and pretended to enjoy the employees' party. He opened his presents and pretended to be thankful. The presents that weren't make-up kits or ladies scarves were reminders of how much had changed. A steering wheel cover for a car he no longer had; golf balls for a man who no longer owned a set of clubs and hadn't been to a golf course in months. After a few hours of listening to girl talk, he got the car for Mrs. Waring and slid over to the passenger side. As usual she hardly spoke, but was now smiling widely as she pulled into Bonnie's driveway. No one ever referred to it as "their" house anymore.

Mary, Christina, Sue and Bonnie were sitting on the couch listening to Christmas music when Mrs. Waring walked in. She saw movement behind the couch then heard Mary scold someone. Larry stood up, revealing his usual head full of curls and pouting, scared expression. In his hand was a barbie doll and he was wearing bright blue sweats with glitter stripes on the sides. He also had on a striped, spaghetti-strap tank top that didn't reach his waist and drew attention to his chest. He curtseyed as best he could with the doll then sat back down on the floor, trying to melt into the carpet and not draw any attention.

"Such a big girl," exclaimed Mrs. Waring

"I almost hate to see her grow up," laughed Mary, "but Little Lucy has been such a good girl, almost potty trained and everything."

The door bell rang. Mary told Larry to answer it and he scampered to do so. As he swung open the door, a bag full of presents came crashing to the floor. Trent burst out laughing then gasped, realizing that he was decked out in his pink overalls and his matching keds and knee-hi's were on full display s everyone looked at the presents on the floor. Trent threw his hads to his face, realizing that he also had on a scarf that tied down the hairnet he wore. Larry screamed and ran out the door, terrified that a man had seen him and knowing that Mary would make that her cue to take Lucy out in public from now on. Forgetting his own attire as he saw the Barbie doll hit the floor, Trent instinctively picked it up and threw it into the yard, yelling "don't forget your dolly!"

part 11

Trent cried out in pain as Mrs. Waring grabbed him sharply by the ear and smacked his bottom. Bonnie delivered another swat and pulled his coveralls off of him in front of everyone, revealing the nylon granny panties and matching cami. His head dropped in shame and knew that he'd enjoyed his last outburst of male pride.

"Such bad manners," scolded Mrs. Waring, "and such a grumpy look, like he's all stopped up. Did you make poopies today?" Trent shook his head no as his ear was twisted harder.

"No wonder," said Bonnie, "Tiffany can't wait for Santa if she's all stopped up and wearing her Mommy's britches."

"We'll take care of that right now." said Bonnie as they marched Trent into the bathroom. Mary went out to the car to get Larry and the other women went to the bathroom, where Trent was stripped and on his knees with his face on the floor and his bottom sticking up in the air. He was sobbing as he saw the four women looking and smiling as he maintained this humiliating position. He cried as Mrs. Waring asked where his pee pee was, and felt himself shrivel even more as his mother-in-law saw him naked for the first time.

"There it is," laughed Bonnie as she slid the enema nozzle deep into his bottom, forcing him to stiffen and become excited against his will.

Trent sobbed as the water rushed in, swelling his belly and making him cramp. When the bag was empty, he looked and felt as if his belly would explode. Several of the girls asked when he was due, starting his tears all over again. When he was finally allowed to get up and relieve himself, the bathroom door remained wide open and the women laughed and applauded as he noisily emptied his bowels into the toilet. He was given a quick, cold shower and then brought back into the living room. The surprise Trent felt before was nothing compared to the shock he received whjen he saw Mary and her husband.

Sniveling on the floor atop a pink plastic changing pad, Larry felt Trent's eyes burning into him and taking in his totally hairless body as his wife rubbed lotion onto his little peenie and pinned up his diaper. The plastic pants came next and as he stood up, he saw Trent staring at his small breasts as Mary slipped the flimsy white nightie over him.

"I thought Lucy was running away," began Mary, "but I guess he was just running out to the van for his diaper bag. He's not such a big girl after all."

"This must be our night for surprises," answered Bonnie. "Tiffany certainly isn't as intelligent or as mature as the woman he's been dressing like, so I found him something more suitable as well."

With that, Bonnie got out a pair of girls panties not unlike the ones Larry wore on the cruise. Trent almost fainted from shame when she announced that his new years resolution was to lose enough weight to get into a pair of Powder Puff Grl panties. When the jokes and howls of laughter ended, he was given a pair of white footed pajama and ceremoniously dressed in in front of the open living room window. Mrs. Waring put a little locket around his neck and from the neck down he looked like a preteen girl.

"You're so pretty, Tiffy." said Susan, I can't believe you keep getting your hair cut like a tom boy."

"He'd look much cuter with a page boy..." said Christina, and she burst in hysterics when she saw the horified look on Trent's face and realized the double entendre.

"I don't think he'd ready for boyfriends yet." said Bonnie as she urged him in front of the fireplace next to Larry, "But he does have a big hug and kiss to give to his baby sister."

Mrs. Waring grabbed his ear once again and he yelped before doing as he was told. The ladies loved the tension and humiliation the men felt at having to embrace like children. The look on their faces was priceless as Mary took out her camera and snapped a picture. Christina said they looked just like a classic Americana painting, especially with the backlighting of the fireplace outlining Larry's diapered bottom through the flimasy nightie. Mrs Waring demanded a copy of the picture to hang in her office.

"It's almost like Bonnie has her two girls back home," Mrs. Waring added, "remember what I used to call them?"

"Bonnie's Belles," answered Trent's triumphant wife, "and these girls are here to stay."

The End