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Subject: {ASSM} Dinner Guests (FM gM Fg ggb, femdom, rom, oral, tease, cd, implied inf, implied mast, implied inc)
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Date: Wed, 13 Feb 2008 00:10:02 -0500
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Dinner Guests (FM gM Fg ggb, femdom, rom, oral, tease, cd, implied inf,
implied mast, implied inc)

by Leowulf

In which Andrew and his family enjoy company and make plans

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Dinner Guests

Andy sat in his easy chair, not taking his psychological assessment.  He was
thinking back on talking to Patrick, Ms Regina's dad, earlier that day.  He
was on half-days this week, to help him transition from being a member of
the team to being - what?  Patrick certainly wouldn't tell him.  A worried
Andy visited him at his work today.  But when he asked what being babied was
like, the old man just smiled mischievously and said he wouldn't want to
spoil the surprise.  "Besides," he added.  "Babies don't arrive knowing what
to expect; they just trust their Mommies to care for them."

There was one bit of information Patrick would give him.  When Andy asked,
"How long does this baby thing last?" the old man gave a very young-sounding
giggle.  "Well, the first time it was only about 6 months."  'That long?'
Andy guessed it was his shocked look that made Patrick laugh again.  "Don't
worry Andy.  They'll only keep you in diapers as long as you need it.  The
second time I needed it for about 4 years."  When he left the garage where
the old man worked, Andy was more apprehensive than when he got there.  '4
years?' he mused. 'That's longer than real babies are babies.'

"How's it going, sweetheart?"  Sandra looked over her husband's shoulder at
the assessment he was taking.  So many questions, and most didn't seem to
have anything to do with Andy's becoming a baby.  Sandra noticed there were
several repeats, too.  She also noticed that Andy wasn't answering questions
but just staring into space.  She kissed his ear and whispered, "does Andy
want to take a break for a while?"

"I can't, Sandy."  Andy looked over his shoulder at his well-meaning wife.
"This is due to the doctor tomorrow and it's not even half done."  He sought
her eyes for comfort.  "I don't know if we should even go through with
this."

"We're babying you, my love.  That's already been settled."  Sandra felt a
sudden dismay when Andy opened his mouth to protest that, but they were
saved from their impending argument by the bell.  "Someone's at the door.
Please get that for me, sweetheart."  She kissed him again and gently took
the assessment pamphlet out of his hands as he went to obey.  She put it up
for now, giving her husband the break he needed.

When he opened the door, Andy was greeted with the friendly faces of their
dinner guests.  "Hi, I'm Ms Dorothy," the pretty, rather plump lady said.
"You must be Andrew; Ms Sandra told me all about you.  And this is my
daughter Janie."

"Um," Andy said, "I'm pleased to meet you."  The man wasn't sure how pleased
he was; Sandy's friend seemed arrogant.  He wasn't about to call her "Ms
Dorothy" any more than he called his next door neighbor "Ms Cynthia."  Still
she seemed very friendly, took his hand in hers and squeezed it
affectionately.  Not shaking hands but instead briefly holding his hand.  He
found himself smiling in response as he took their coats.

"I'm pleased to meet you too, Andy!"  Looking down he saw the exuberant
classmate Pete had told him about.  She seemed even fatter and friendlier
than his son had said.  He felt warm as the seven year old wrapped pudgy
arms around his waist.

Seeing her husband being the object of Pete's friend's affection, Sandra
nodded her head in approval.  Tara was telling her how much Andy needed
affection lately, and how he'd resisted even her affection.  The man was so
ashamed of his outburst last week that he didn't seem able to accept
affection, even from his boss who he'd fallen so in love with.  Little
Janie's unsolicited and unearned affection was just what he needed.

"Hi Dot," Sandy smiled and accepted the lady's embrace.  "It's good to see
you in person.  Thanks so much for coming over."

"Thanks for inviting us, Sandy."  Dot smiled back.  "On Tuesday and Thursday
nights, Walter abandons us to teach at Emc2."

"Where's Panty Boy?"

Sandra looked down sharply at that, but when she met Janie's guileless eyes
and sincerely friendly expression, she realized the girl meant no offense.
Still as Pete's mother, she felt compelled to correct her.  "Do you mean
'Peter,' Janie?"

"Yes, Ms Sandra; I mean Peter."  The girl wrapped Sandra's hand with the
small, warm fingers of both of her doughy hands as she explained, "I call
Peter 'Panty Boy' to remind me that he's not the Horrible Monster, he's the
Damsel in Distress."

"Peter is upstairs, playing with Jenny, his friend from next door."  Sandra
gestured toward the stairs.  "His room is the first door on the left.  Knock
before going in, though."

As the girl noisily climbed the stairs, his mother said, "I hope that didn't
offend you, sister.  Janie is very fond and protective of Peter.  She talks
about him all the time, and all the girls are impressed that you keep him in
panties."

"Well, panties comfort Pete as well as help him behave."  Sandra nodded.
"At least his classmates don't see him as a threat now.  Want to help me get
dinner ready for our kids?"

Andy went to the cabinet carefully not looking at the ladies, and not
listening to their conversation.  The man was still feeling conflicted about
his wife keeping their son in panties like a girl - well, not like a girl,
but to help him be gentle.  If he'd known that Sandra was slowly replacing
Pete's entire wardrobe with girls' clothes - "gentle clothes," as she
described them to her son - he'd have been far more conflicted.

He turned on the stereo.  As the living room filled with the twangy sound of
the country music station in Mountain Falls, he sat back down in his easy
chair to wait for supper.  He thumbed through the newspaper, passing over
the depressing news from the national feeds and settling down to enjoy the
nice, pleasant stories about local accomplishments and events in Bear
Valley.  He was glad the local journalists liked good news.

Andy was soon engrossed in a story about the girls' swim team from Bear
Valley High placing second in the state.  And also entranced by the photos
of the pretty swimmers.  Andy realized he was staring at young high school
girls, but the newspaper chose such wonderful scenes to photograph.  The
girls weren't presented as sex objects, but as very nice young ladies.
Playful yet very commanding.  So easy to trust.  So safe to obey.

The newspaper story so captivated Andy that he barely heard the sounds of
the house.  The pretty female singing and twangy guitar from the radio.
Sandy and Ms Dorothy - Dot - talking and bustling about in the kitchen.  The
upstairs toilet flushing and bare feet on the wooden stairs.  The sounds
were cozy, enhancing the pleasant newspaper account.

Andy was drawn to a local girl holding a very large, prize-winning pumpkin.
The high school girl was so ... buxom.  Round, plump hips, very friendly
smile.  And the largest bosom he'd ever seen on a young girl.  He longed to
be that pumpkin.  He barely noticed the round, plump girl climbing unasked
into his lap.  That is, until he felt the tugging on his slacks as she
climbed up onto him and they both noticed how very erect his member was.

"Wow, Andrew," Janie said.  The little girl didn't look shocked, only
curious.  "What are you reading?  It affected you a lot!"

"Um, um, Janie,"  Andy stammered.  He was shocked and embarrassed.  "Maybe,
maybe this isn't the best time, honey."

Janie's smile and voice were both soothing, as if to comfort the man.  "It's
okay Andrew.  Janie won't hurt you.  It's okay."

Andrew's penis leaped as if for joy as the girl turned to sit on one of
Andy's legs, settling her own legs between his, resting one warm, plump leg
against his package.  The man thought he might die of embarrassment, but
still he didn't feel comfortable doing anything to any female against her
will, not even a seven year old girl.  Instead he froze as the girl made
herself comfortable on him and hugged him with one arm.

"It's okay Andrew, Janie's here."  The little girl was still trying to
comfort Andy, and to his surprise, the man actually felt comforted.  He
relaxed a little as Janie hugged him.  It was okay; the child probably
didn't even know what sex was, much less care about his big, firm erection.
He relaxed more as the soft, warm girl lay her head on his chest, snuggling
with him.  "Now what's getting Andrew's penis all big?"

Sandra could imagine her husband's stricken face at little Janie's innocent
question.  She came to his rescue.  "Supper's ready!  Janie, would you
please tell Peter and Jenny to wash up and come eat?"

"Okay, Ms Sandra!"  Janie's bright smile and the eager way she ran to obey
told Sandra that supper was her favorite time of day.  She noisily ran
upstairs, calling "Jenny!  Panty Boy!  Supper's ready!"

"Saved by the bell."  Sandra smiled as she took Andy's hands.  "The dinner
bell, that is."

"Um ... Sandy."  Andy looked so uncomfortable, so guilty.  "I didn't mean to
have Janie - "

Sandra was gentle as she led her husband to the dinner table.  He was so
down on himself lately.  "Don't worry about it, Andy.  The rules are
different here, and I'll make sure nothing bad happens."

"That's our job!"  a smiling Dot said.  "Keep everything okay so our
husbands can be the best they can be.  I hope you're hungry, Andrew.  You
won't be on solids much longer, so we made a lot tonight!"

Three sets of bare feet came thundering down the stairs, accompanied by the
children's giggles and shouts.  While Sandra set the table and put on the
supper of pasta and sausages, Dot corralled the children.  Sandra was glad
when her new friend arranged the children so that her son and Dot's daughter
could both sit next to their moms.

As Andy sat at the head of the table, he recovered from the shock of having
Janie on his lap.  He still felt guilty about how good the little girl's leg
felt against his privates.  His embarrassing erection had calmed down, and
he thought the rest of the evening would be okay.  But then the children
came in and gave him a big shock.

Jenny and Pete ran to the table hand-in-hand, each with their pants off.
Andy saw his son's small privates tenting out the front of his plain white
panties.  Jenny was wearing frilly pink panties that made Andy blush to see
them.

Then Sandy gave him another, bigger shock.  "Children, why do you have on
each other's underwear?"

"Because Jenny wanted to see how they feel, Mommy."  Pete said.  He didn't
seem to know anything was wrong.

"They're neat, Miss Sandra," Jenny giggled.  "They tickle my legs but they
feel so nice, like wearing a cloud."

"They look very nice on you too, dear," Sandy said to her, and it seemed to
Andy that that settled the issue.

Nobody mentioned or even seemed to think about the fact that the children
had been naked together, and that neither child bothered to put their pants
back on.  Andy would have asked how they wound up naked but was too
embarrassed to.

Dinner was sausages and twisty, colorful pasta with a light, creamy sauce.
Sandra had enjoyed the company while she put the finishing touches on dinner
and set the table.  Now even more she enjoyed their conversation.  Dot's
youngest brother, was a freshman at Eagle Mountain Community College, or
Emc2 as it was generally known.  And his fiancee had been babying him for
the past 3 years, since they were both Juniors in high school.

Andy wasn't enjoying the conversation as much as his wife was.  He had to
admit it was neat to hear about someone else who was being babied; it made
him feel like less of an oddity.  But it was in the context of the impending
loss of his own manhood, his being forced back into infancy.  His stomach
tightened at the thought.  He wasn't a baby and didn't need this.  Andy
barely noticed when Sandy picked up his fork and began feeding him.

Sandra was concerned for her husband; he looked so worried, almost as tense
as those last few days before his conference.  She pitched her voice in a
more soothing tone, emphasized how she respected Daniel, Dot's youngest
brother.  Dot picked up on her change and copied it, though in her own way,
so Andy didn't feel like they were patronizing him.  Their calm, gentle
voices soothed her husband, and Sandra spoon-feeding him made it better.

"That's so wonderful!"  Andy blurted.  Then he felt embarrassed when
everyone at the table, even the children, looked at him in quiet surprise.
He realized they must have thought he was commenting on what Sandy and Dot
were saying.  He quickly moved to correct that. Andy took his fork from
Sandy, maybe a little too suddenly, and said "I mean, it's such wonderful
food; I like the rich cream sauce."

"How do you feel about what Ms Dorothy was saying, Andy?"  his wife asked.
"About Carol helping her body make milk for Daniel and nursing him, so he
would be healthier and feel better about being babied?"

"Um, really I wasn't listening."  Actually, Andy remembered Ms - _Dot_
saying that now.  He hadn't shut out their conversation, just concentrated
on eating.  But that was almost the same as not listening, and really, he
wasn't responding to them.  No real man would want to be breastfed like a
helpless little infant; certainly not Andy.  "I think it'd be more
intelligent to ask Dot's brother what he thinks."

"Ms Sandra?"  Sandy smiled at little Janie raising her pudgy hand as if in
class.  The girl could be very charming.

"Yes, Janie?"

"When Andrew's a baby, can me and Jenny help care for him?"  Sandy surprised
with the little girl's eagerness, and even more surprised when Jenny chimed
in with "Please Miss Sandra?"

As the girls were starting to double team her with "Pretty please can we
care for Andrew?" Sandra quickly assessed the risk to Andy against the fact
that she had intended just that.  "We'll see; you're such good girls for
wanting to care for the males around you, especially when they most need
it.  But you'll have to do what me, and your mommies, and other older
females say to do."

"We will!"  Both girls said together.  Janie added, "we'll always obey!" and
Jenny promised, "we'll always do our best!"  Sandra was impressed with how
earnest both girls were.

"We'll see."

"But we don't know."  Andy said, giving his wife a worried look.  He meant
it to be more authoritative, but he was worried.

"That's very true."  Sandra told her husband seriously.  She promised, "we
will only do what Andrew can take, and no more."

She was relieved when Dot changed the subject to the weather.  Andy talked
animatedly about how the paper said they'd have clear weather for Halloween
and that maybe the snow would melt too.  She and Dot both listened to her
husband, giving him center stage, and respectful, encouraging responses.

"Panty boy, I want your other sausage please."  Neither mother was as
concerned with the children as they were with Andrew's feelings.

Sandra was even more relieved at how their demeanor calmed Andy.  He looked
happy for the first time since he was caught approving of Carol nursing her
fiance.  How Sandra loved her man!  She cut Andy's sausage for him, and he
spoke between bites.  It was tasty, even if she did say so herself.

"Peter, now please."  Sandra's inner alarm went off.  She turned around to
hear Janie say, "Peter O'Claire, you give me your sausage right now!"

"Jane," Dot had that maternal warning tone that Sandra heard herself use so
often.  "I think Peter wants his other sausage for himself.  If he had to
share, his mommy would already have told him."

The little girl ignored both her mother's tone of voice and Peter's emphatic
nodding.  "But they're yummy, and I made sure he had one first."

"Maybe me and Janie can split it?"  Jenny's helpful idea wasn't well
received.

"No."  Dot was patient with the kids, but Sandra could tell her patience was
being tried.  "Peter deserves to eat too, Jane and Jenny."

"But that's not fair," Janie's voice was insistent.  "It's yummy and I want
it."

"Jane Kathryn Madison, I've already told you no."  Dot said severely, then
she smiled, her new tactic clear in her eyes.  "Does my Janie still want
Mommy to make her feel good when we get home?"

That tantalizing reminder brightened Janie's mood.  Happily she chirped,
"I'm sorry, Mommy."  As an afterthought, she said to Sandra, "Sorry, Ms
Sandra."  Then she told Peter, "I'm sorry, Panty Boy.  You have it all and
I'll be happy that you do."

Janie slouched down in her chair, obviously straining.  Peter responded to
whatever she was doing with a giggle.  Janie had slouched too far and was
slipping.  Dot quickly grabbed her daughter before she fell and set her
gently on her round bottom.

'They sure start them early around here.'  Andy watched this scene while
thinking back to last Friday, and Ms Rachael, his sweet young coworker,
playing with him under the table at their meeting, her feet making him blush
and sigh.

"Aww."  Andy blushed as he met his wife's eyes.  He sighed when she reached
out and held his hand in her own.  'She doesn't mind that I like watching
the kids play like that,' Andy thought.  'Maybe the rules really are
different here.'

Pete held hands with Jenny and Jenny held hands with Janie, the three kids'
contact affirming they still liked each other even after Janie was being a
pain.  Of course, Pete had to eat with his left hand, and since he couldn't
use a fork well in his left hand, he ate _with_ his left hand.

He felt a little babyish - not like a real baby like Mommy was going to make
Dad be, but babyish nonetheless.  Still it was fun not to have to be grown
up and eat properly.  Pete felt so good about that that he didn't finish the
other half of his _very_ yummy sausage.  Instead, he halved that and gave
one quarter to each of his friends.

Pete finished the last of his pasta and enjoyed the last of his milk - not
breast milk like Mommy was going to feed Dad, but it was still good.  He
also felt good inside, seeing his friends enjoy his gift.  Pete realized he
really did like sharing.  What he didn't realize was that he liked sharing
this time because nobody made him do it.

After Pete was done eating with his hand, and Mommy was finished
spoonfeeding Dad, supper was over.  The kids went back and forth like an
army of ants, taking plates and silverware and setting them to soak in the
soapy sink, then going back for more.  It was fun and they worked good
together.

Then the kids were sent into the living room to watch TV while the adults
did the dishes and made more plans for when Dad was turned into a baby - not
a baby-sized baby, but a real baby anyways.  Pete was very glad that Dad
liked that Mommy would nurse him, even if Dad did have to pretend he
didn't.

Pete and his friends were a little early to see _It's the Great Pumpkin,
Charlie Brown_.  They turned on the big TV on the wall between the
bookshelves and settled down on the big sofa to enjoy the show.  Well, Jenny
and Janie sat down, but when Pete wanted to sit next to them, Janie held him
back.

"No, no, Panty Boy," she "admonished" ("admonish" was one of their
vocabulary words; like "warned" but more gentle, like teaching).  "Kneel in
front of us."

"Un-uh," Pete said as the girls gently pushed him to his knees.  "I want to
sit on the sofa with you two."

"But Pete," Jenny said, "I want you to make me feel good like you do for
Janie at lunch time.  It sounds neat!"

Jenny was in Ms Katherine's class - the other second grade class - but they
were able to play together during PE, lunch and recess.  Andy would have
been happy to show her what Janie had taught him - some other time.

"Not now, Jenny; I want to watch TV with you!"  The show was almost started,
and Pete didn't want to miss it.

"Peter," Janie said his name tenderly. She took his smaller hands in her
bigger ones and asked him, "Have you seen this cartoon before?"

"Yea," Pete said.  It always felt good to hold hands with Janie, because
they were so soft.  "A couple times."

"Well, it hasn't changed!"  Janie said, and all three kids giggled.  Then
she was bossy again.  "Now obey us, little boy."

Pete was going to protest, but Jenny interrupted them with an impatient
sigh.  She pushed the bigger girl's hands away from the boy and took him in
her arms.  Pete always liked playing with Jenny because she was as nice as
Mommy had been lately.  He snuggled in her embrace, glad that girls were so
gentle and nice.

"Peter," Jenny began.  Peter puckered his lips and Jenny kissed him.
"Peter, would you please kneel between my legs and make me feel good like
you do for Janie?  I'll beg for you to, if it will make you happy.  It's
okay, do you want me to?"

Pete blushed.  He didn't want to make any female beg for stuff.  That wasn't
being gentle to them and wouldn't make them happy.  Jenny was willing to beg
him for something just to make him happy, and that made him so grateful he
felt big baby tears in his eyes.

"Aww ... You don't have to beg me for stuff, Jenny."  Pete impatiently
brushed those stupid baby tears away.  "I'll make you feel good, all day and
all night whenever you want me to."  He remembered Janie and smiled at her
too.  "Both of you."

Janie took his hand in hers and kissed his cheek.  "Panty boy, you're so
nice that you're my hero."

Jenny nodded.  "You're both our hero."  She kissed his lips and cooed
maternally, "good Panty Boy."

All three kids hugged each other then.  Pete hugged Jenny because they were
already hugging, and Janie hugged Pete.  He always felt good in her plump,
warm arms.  And Jenny hugged Janie and kissed her on the lips too.  Pete
felt so good, but he did start crying like a big baby.  The nice girls
didn't laugh or anything.  They held him and kissed away his tears.

Peter felt just then that the three of them would be friends for ever and
ever, and told them so.  Both girls nodded eagerly.  When Jenny asked, "are
you ready now, Peter?" it was Pete's turn to nod eagerly.

Jenny stood, gently pushing Pete to keep him on his knees.  She looked
surprised when Janie kneeled beside her with her hands on Jenny's waist.
Janie slid down Jenny's panties - well, Pete's panties, but they looked
pretty on Jenny too.

Kneeling in front of Jenny, and seeing Jenny standing over him with her legs
on either side of him, made Pete feel small and protected.  Jenny had his
attention, but Pete was aware of Janie gently pulling the other girl down to
sit on the sofa, placing Jenny's not-plump legs on either side of Pete.

Pete was not aware of his mother standing in the kitchen doorway, watching
the children play.  She smiled when she saw that none of the children were
even aware of their cartoon, they were so taken with each other.  She
slipped into the kitchen, closing the door, giving the three friends their
privacy.

Pete's whole world was Jenny's private parts - her "yoni" as many of the
kids called girl privates.  He kissed her thighs with playful, teasing
kisses until the girl moved his lips to her very moist, very warm yoni.  He
kissed her here, licked her there, just like Janie had been teaching him
over the past couple of weeks.

"Oooh!"  Jenny was partly sighing and partly cooing, and the sound made Pete
feel good inside.  "Pete, that's so ... nice!"  Pete was so happy, like it
was Christmas or his birthday.  Janie's hand was inside his panties - well,
Jenny's panties, but they still made him feel so gentle and sweet - and Pete
thought that helped too.

"OH!"  Jenny gasped.  Pete felt eager and only Janie's hand on his shoulder
holding him back kept him from being too pushy, like he was sometimes.  The
bigger girl's gentle holding him back "admonished" him, helping him be as
gentle and nice as the girls whose panties his smart Mommy dressed him in.

Still, Jenny pushed Pete away and closed her legs.  Pete was all ready to be
sad for doing something wrong, but Jenny kept her hands wrapped in his damp
hair.  She stroked his wet, slippery cheek and gasped, "good Panty Boy!"
She was breathing hard like she'd just run in PE, but she was so happy.

"Okay," Jenny said, "more please."  She pulled Pete's head between her
thighs, pressing his face firmly to her yoni.  Jenny moved her hips
slightly, back and forth, as Pete began kissing her yoni again, licking the
little button at the front of her yoni.  It was so swollen, and whenever he
licked her there, Jenny said "Mmmm!" like she was having a yummy dessert.

Pete kept kissing Jenny, glad to make her happy even with a tired tongue,
until she suddenly pressed his face hard against her yoni and pushed her
thighs together real hard.  Pete felt dizzy and couldn't breathe, but
Jenny's yoni and thighs were pressing him again and again, real fast, and he
heard a muffled "Oh, OH!"  Pete was so glad to make Jenny feel good.

At last, Jenny's legs relaxed and Pete could breathe again.  He started
licking her again, but Jenny pushed him away.  "No, Pete," she said.  "I'm
... I'm full."  She pulled Pete up to her face and kissed the boy's wet
lips.  "I love you, Pete!"

Pete felt so warm and good inside.  His penis was big and felt good just
being there, but his heart felt even bigger.  He felt Janie drying his face
with a towel.  He briefly wondered when she got it.  "I love you too, Panty
Boy," Janie said.

Pete lay on the sofa, snuggling Jenny and watching Janie.  The bigger girl
was kneeling between Jenny's legs, drying her with the towel.  When she was
done, Janie leaned forward and kissed Jenny's yoni, not a big kiss like Pete
did, just a friendly one.

Then Janie climbed up on the sofa and lay against its soft, pillowy arm.
She pulled Jenny down against her, and Pete fell against Jenny.  The three
children giggled at falling together, but were all three so tired, they were
soon quiet again.

Laying there, Pete and Janie hugged Jenny.  "We're a Jenny sandwich," Janie
giggled sleepily.  Pete noticed that Janie's pants and panties were off.  He
reached for her yoni, but Janie took his hand in hers and kissed it.  Then
she kissed Jenny's hand too.

"Love you, Janie," Jenny said around a yawn.  That led to a round of all
three children telling each other in turn of their love.  Before they were
done, all three friends were fast asleep.
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