It's because you're laughing at him," she explained. "He can't stand it when women laugh at the way I've babied him. Here... I'd better put his mat underneath. You could easily make him cum." Eleanor and Trinny burst out laughing as they watched his misery turning his face into an outburst of tears.

Oh lovely," laughed Trinny, who was 44 and an estate agent. "I love it when they go through that pain barrier of realisation that you are going to have them babified... and keep them like that. I love showing Jeremy to other women who will see him as a living example of male submissiveness and failure." He's doing it," murmured Jayne, spreading her own legs as her vagina felt a warm flow. His hands spread into stretched fingers on either side of him as he "Mmmmphhh - mmmmphhh - mmmmphhhed" into his wife's and his Mother-in-Law's panties, and all four women knew he was in the middle of learning by ejaculation who was in control of him now.Oh Jayne, is that what you call him?" cried Eleanor with a laugh as she helped to pull the struggling male into the middle of the chairs. Let's put Jenny into her lovely girly panties," giggled Trinny, and they laughed so much that Jayne's sides ached as she sat and watched Angelina unhook his legs, one at a time, for the girls to slip his panties over his feet and draw them up to sit over his plastic baby pants. Angelina had to raise her voice over their laughter. Eleanor fussed his white satin collar in her fingers. "There, there, Sissy Jennifer," she said, "let's make baby feel very, very girly in her pretty sissy collar and then we'll be able to close her up in her panties like a proper little girl baby." Oh yes, do!" cried Eleanor, clipping the second arm cushion onto the transverse bar that hung gently on its elastic cords beneath the top of the frame. "Bring him down and we'll all help to fasten him into it."

Jayne covered her face with one hand as she grinned. "It's a maternity dress," she confessed; "not that I was ever pregnant, or am ever likely to be from him. It was my mother's, and she gave it to me... ever hopeful, you see. A fat chance with this effeminate panty-waist as a husband!" Angelina felt the bulkiness of the diaper. "He will have done it as he was being brought into the room," she said. "It's hardly warm and it's going hard. Time for the baby to be changed."It was in pink plastic with a saucer six inches across, a large plastic ring in front and a teat that was narrow on the shaft and widened into a mouth filling bulb. The wailing turned to a stubborn hum as Jayne held it in front of lips that were tightly shut. A slap on the cheek took his misery up a notch, followed by another three slaps until he opened his mouth. Angelina Frayne was 48 and a bouffant blonde, one of those women whose copious bust and low stature give the impression of a bundle of energy in female form. She sat forward on the edge of her armchair, angled towards Eleanor and Trinny on their settee. She stopped talking because there were sounds reaching them through the closed door from the hall: grumbly sorts of squeals, and Jayne's voice raised in annoyance. There was quite a pantomime going on out there and Eleanor and Trinny got to their feet to see if they could help, but the door opened as they got to it and they were faced with the husband in question. This is Angelina... from Yesterday's Man. As you will know, YM as it's known to us is one of the most influential, up-and-coming organisations catering for women like us. I just love that motto: 'Give us a husband, we'll give you an effeminate panty-rag'. She has very kindly agreed to demonstrate one of their training items for us today, and she's going to use my pathetic husband as her babified sissy.

The knee loops are in doubled satin," went on Angelina, drawing plastic bags from the box and opening them to reveal softly folded satin in a childish baby blue. "They wrap under baby's knees so that he dangles with his knees spread outside his chest. On top of the bar, these upholstered U-cushions hold his upper arms, with his hands fastened into these loops underneath them. So with his weight taken under his arms and knees, he dangles with his bottom and bits as the lowest part of him... nicely arranged for us to play with them." I'd love to have friends coming round every day," said Jayne, passing a fresh diaper to Trinny so that she could open it out to wrap around the weeping sissy. He's upstairs, probably peeing himself about having you all seeing him," Jayne continued. "I've got him wrapped in his baby sleeper, with two of my dresses fastened up around it, just to remind him who's in charge of him."

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The others roared, and soon he was weeping profusely as he was lifted and unhooked for his mother-in-law's maternity dress to be fitted over his head, until he was released again, with two dresses telling him who would be in control of him for the rest of his life. Oh stop wriggling," snapped Jayne as she stood in front of him and straightened his collar into a neat circle, "you're making yourself look perfectly ridiculous." She attended to his curls around every part of his hair, fluffing them out for everyone to see how pretty they were. Oh yes," said the supervisor, standing up. "You have to release his foot elastic, like this... then his knee loop to lift his leg out of it." The sobbing husband found one of his satin bootees on the floor again and put in a flurry of struggles to try and release himself, but Angelina put a stop to that by lifting his free foot into the air so that he bounced helplessly up and down again between their skirts and dresses. Lovely," said Jayne. "Angelina is the..." and she wondered, half asking, "regional babification supervisor for Yesterday's Man?"