Emma Storey strode briskly into the lingerie department with her mother and Rupert, her baby husband.
Come along, darling, keep up! she said.
The infantilised young man trotted along happily beside them in his little pink baby dress and bonnet. Looking around at the pretty colours, his nose puckering as it struggled to take in the lovely scents of the brand-new ladies underwear. What strange and beautiful perfumes! Wherever he turned his pale blue eyes, his view was filled by hundreds of silken undergarments, glinting in the bright lights. How beautiful this feminine world was!
They stopped by a lavish display of ladies panties, arranged temptingly on a tall stand, while Ruperts mummy/wife searched through the little clear plastic hangers for what she wanted. Released from her hand, Rupert wandered to a nearby display. He walked around it, fascinated by the strange and complicated garments it held.
The little dear, said his mother-in-law, Hes looking at the bras. Isnt he the sweetest little pervert?
The display was full of ladies bras of all kinds, right down to the floor. The big baby walked around the stand, feeling each of the bras in turn with his excited fingers, while his big eyes rolled at the shiny cups in wonder.
I expect he likes the feel of them, said Emma, with a knowing smile, Ladies underwear feels so soft and lovely to perverts, doesnt it?
Baby Rupert fingered the cool softness of the bras and played with their shiny straps. His careful fingertips explored the thin satiny cups with their soft seams, the little plastic buckles, the sheer back straps, the tiny metal hooks and eyes. His mother-in-law watched him frown sweetly as he felt the rougher jacquard lace cups, then smile again when he touched the pretty broderie anglaise of a white cotton training bra. The more he looked, the more his big blue, limpid eyes widened in astonishment at these pretty things. She watched him absorb every detail of the entrancing bras: she knew that they had awoken a tender young seed of love, deep inside the young man’s infantilised mind. With just a little coaxing, the young bud would burst and sink its juicy root into the softness of his pretty head. She took a step towards him and bent close to his ear.
The clever baby had found a very large brassiere in shiny white silk and put his hand inside the big GG cup. He put the bra cup to his nose and sniffed the sweetly-scented material.
Thats a bra, darling, a bra, said his mother-in-law, breathily, and the submissive male’s sensitive ear tingled at the closeness of her Female lips and the loud, insistent sound of her quietly powerful voice.
B-b-b-b-b, he said, in a sweet girlie voice.
Yes. Thats right, darling. Its a bra, a sweet ladies bra! Smell the sweet bra. Thats right¦ Mm¦ Isnt it lovely? The man beamed at her as he nuzzled the gorgeous bra cup.
“perhaps one day, if we let you grow up, you will have bra’s of your own.”
His feminised brain was utterly bewitched by the new thrills. Inside his thick diaper his penis began to stir and rise into erect stiffness. His hand went to the front of his baby panties and began to rub the stiffness.
His wife slapped his hand away and dragged him from the bra display. Naughty babykins! she said sharply What have I told you about rubbing your dolly in public. His mother-in-law slapped him several times on the back of his bare thighs, but it was more a playful smack than one of his awful punishment beatings.
They joined the queue at the checkout.
Good value at three for ten pounds, arent they, Mummy? said Emma, holding three pairs of white panties.
Check the sizes, Emma. Sometimes their sizes are a bit big. Emma twirled the full panties in her hand and examined them.
Do you think theyre OK?
Theyre fine for you, but Id never get into those panties¦ would I dear? she smiled at her son-in-law, who looked up at the soft filmy panties swinging gently above him from the sparkling hangers in Mummys hand.
Say, ‘panties’. ‘Panties’, darling¦ she said. His eyes had never seen such delicate things before, so sheer and white, with pretty embroidered lace panels. His dark pupils dilated as he studied them intently. He stretched up his hand to touch the three silken gussets, which Mummy was holding.
Pa¦ pa¦ pa¦, he said.
No. Naughty, said his mother, taking away his hot fingers. Ladies panties. Not for babies.
But he had started to rub himself again and it was quite plain for all the ladies in the queue to see. The lady standing behind them put her hand to her mouth, very shocked.
Goodness! she said, “naughty Adult Babies should have their hands tied to stop them doing that.” Emma hastily pulled his hand away and slapped him firmly across his cheek. His mother-in-law grinned.
He can’t help himself, she said, with to the lady. Let me see to him Emma while you pay for those.
Come along baby, she said, Grannys got to choose some panties too, too. And she led the pervert by the hand through the aisles of lingerie, past a sign which said Caution, to a display of underwear which had been secreted in a far corner of the shop.
Now, dear, dont touch these. They really are too advanced for little babies.
Rupert stood quietly and watched while his mother-in-law looked through this set of more mature ladies garments.
Ruperts ‘grandmother’ had taken him with her to the Mature Matron section of the department to teach him fear of panties. Panty-love was one thing, she thought, and easily aroused in the weak-minded male. But, without strict training to fear panties, too, the quantities of juice a sissy produces in a ladys panties are inadequate. Some sissies she knew would barely sprinkle, even when forced to wear a pair of their owners panties, and a stiff course of spanking was required to sort them out. But, really, by then, it was far too late.
His grandmother flicked through the display with snorts of contempt at the effeminate frippery of some of the panty designs. She was looking for firm, body-shaping underwear, with secure elastic panels, rigid and iron-bound, with buckles and straps, as befitted a powerful mature woman. She turned to another display. Yes, these were much better: full-cut control bloomers and corset-style panties, with and without suspenders, with thick seams and double gussets, and very firm panels. Panels strong enough to crush a sissy’s testicles, and gussets to make even the cheekiest young panty-boy forever regret his rudeness.
Granny lifted out a magnificent pair of bloomers in a colour cruelly designed by lady lingerie designers to seduce the weak male, and dangled their suspenders over baby Rupert’s head. The silken wash-tab read: Strapping Dames, size XL. Rupert turned his face upwards to sniff the wide, thick gusset, glinting in the lights. His knees quaked, and his erection trembled, this time with a strange fear. His hand returned to his bulging panties.
Does it hurt, darling? Granny asked, Let me help baby¦ She knelt down and gently cupped under the bulge with one hand, while the other slid lightly over the tip.
Oh, my. Pricky is very hard, isnt he, my sweet? She pressed the fearsome item of lingerie over the bulge. Poor little pricky-wicky. He’s so frightened of real, mature panties…they hurt little pricky… poor little pricky-wicky is going to cry¦
Hardly had she slithered the panties over his pantied and diapered penis when, with a groan, Rupert began pumping his groin into the panties and ejaculated spurt after spurt into his diaper.
Boo-hoo! sobbed Rupert.
“Let all the milky wilkies come out dear”
“Pa-…pa…” he moaned, sinking to his knees.
Did the panties scare baby very much? Bad, bad ladies panties¦ pouted Granny, scratching the still pumping bulge with a long, lacquered fingernail. Despite the diaper and tight fitting baby panties a little stream of sissy cream trickled down his thighs, just as a lady shop assistant was passing.
Really Madam, We don’t allow sissies or adult babies to be milked in the store!”
Im so sorry, Miss, said Granny, But I think babys a little scared of ladies panties, arent you, dear? The assistant looked at the frightened male.
Poor baby! Did the big panties make baby do spunky-wunky? Oh, what a silly girl¦ Youre not really scared of panties, are you? No, of course youre not¦
The shop assistant stroked his pretty hair, carefully put into ringlets and a big pink ribbon that morning.
“I have a baby husband just like you at home” she said softly. She was an attractive middle-aged lady and remarkably busty. Her lovely face was so wonderfully made up, with crimson lipstick and long dark eyelashes, and her uniform was so clean and pulled so tightly over her wide hips and high, pointed breasts, that Rupert could only gawp at her in an ecstasy of pure delight. The aura of her perfume was so heavily fragrant that his poor nose was overwhelmed. And so delighted was his penis, too, that, when she hitched up her tight black skirt and knelt down and kissed him on his hot cheek, it burgeoned again and strained up at her in a rapture of adoration.
Pretty baby! said the big lady, in the loveliest whisper he had ever heard, You love panties really, dont you? The lady was carrying an extremely pretty pair of size 12 bloomers in white silk, with a tiny satin bow at the waist and the loveliest seam right up the middle of the slinky bottom. She took the panties and dabbed away his tears with them.
There. Dont cry. Look at the lovely panties. Youre not frightened of panties, are you? Pretty panties. Can you make spunky-wunky for me, too?
She pulled down his baby panties and diaper to release the small but throbbing erect penis and dangled the white silk panties over it.
“Show me how much baby loves my panties.”
Rupert’s eyes took on a staring look and his mouth fell open. He was overcome with panty love and squirted a lovely long jet of cream all the way up the nice ladys clean white apron. And the panties made sure it was a very big spurt for such a helpless baby.
Oh! Oh, is that for me? smiled the lady, with a smile so wide that Rupert almost fainted, What a lot of baby cream you did! You do love panties! Oh, what a good baby you are!
Rupert was so much in love with them and with the lady that even when he seemed to have finished he squirted another jet of baby love into her lap, almost as big as the first.
He certainly likes you, grinned his ‘grandmother’.
Oh, isnt he sweet, madam? said the lady, I wish I could take him home with me! Mummy and Granny are going have such a lot of fun with you, arent they, my pretty poppet? She pulled up his diaper and baby panties and smoothed her hands all over them.
But I think well pop you in this lovely pair of ladies bloomers, then you can love them all the way home my sissy darling?
She realised that this would excite him even more and as she slipped them over his feet and his thighs touched the beautiful filigree lace he squealed in delight and another splash of milk flew into diaper.
Oh, my! Such a quick baby! pouted the lady, pulling the big panties right up and over his baby dress so the waist elastic was at his shoulders. And the ladies laughed and laughed to see baby encased in big panties and shaking as he spurted again until they thought his diaper must be soaked in baby cream.
Rupert looked back longingly at the Lady as Granny and Mummy led him from the lingerie department. He stretched his hand back towards the lovely underwear as he trotted towards the door.
Pa¦ pa¦, he gabbled, unable to express his strange new desire.
Theyre panties, darling. Say, panties, said Granny, Panties¦ And, at last, the clever baby said the loveliest word in the whole wide world.
Panty! he said, in a girlie little voice, Panty, panty, panty!
Oh, how wonderful! His first word! said Granny.