Book Excerpt for Pink Panty Stories 2

Pink Panty Stories 2 -- Extract

Wendy

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Chapter Eight

In Brownie Uniform

Wendy clapped her hands with glee. "That's terrific. I was in the Camp Fire Girls myself. But it just so happens I've got a brownie uniform that's exactly your size."

She was back in a moment.

"Now you just keep wearing those adorable panties. Out in the woods real brownies probably wear plain white cotton panties, but we're inside now, and you stay just as sweet and frilly as you can."

She put brown knee socks on both his feet, then a white, frilly little girl semi-transparent undershirt.

She pulled the brownie dress over his head and helped his hands through the short sleeves, then zipped it up in back. The hem of the dress came to just past his ruffled panties.

Brian felt a thrill at the idea that as he walked and moved his arm, the dress would hitch up, exposing his ruffled panties. Even if they didn't, almost all his thighs were naked to the world.

His dick trembled with a wave of hot desire.

Then Wendy sat him down in front of a small makeup mirror, and applied white powder to his face. She added blue eye shadow, red rouge on his cheeks, and bright red lipstick.

"I don't remember my brownie friends looking like cheap whores," Brian told Wendy.

"Because they weren't. But you are."

Then she put the little brown beanie on his head, fastening it to his hair with bobby pins. Next came a brown sash over his shoulder.

"It's blank," Brian complained.

"That's because you haven't earned any merit badges yet. Don't worry, you will."

Brian lay back on the bed on his back -- somehow he knew that lying on his back was how Wendy wanted him -- and re-entered the hypnotic dream world.

Now he was a brownie running around the woods, going on short hikes, paddling in a canoe, wading across a creek with the cold water up to his thighs, putting up a tent, roasting marshmallows in front of a campfire, then falling asleep inside her sleeping bag . . .

. . . and waking up back in The Transformation Room, where Brian saw Wendy sitting near his feet and inserting the first of a double dildo into her pussy, and then fasten the strap so the second dildo was sticking straight out. Then she applied a generous amount of lube to that one.

What the -- ?

"Time to earn your first merit badge," Wendy said.

Chapter Nine

Losing Virginity Merit Badge

In a just a moment Wendy grabbed his ankles, raised his feet up and then spread them as far apart as they'd go.

Then she threw herself on top of him, using her weight to pin his head and chest, while lifting up his ass with her hands. She thrust, got the head of the dildo past the smooth fabric of his frilly panties, and found his tight hole.

She thrust again, adjusted the angle, and then Brian felt the dildo penetrate deep inside him.

It seemed like it would never stop, like it filled up his entire body.

While Wendy's hot body, tits falling out of the bright red nightgown, was on top of his shaking in rhythm, thrusting and thrusting, starting slowly but now picking up the pace, going faster and faster.

Brian had never before thought of how it might feel to lie on your back while another full grown body lay on top of you, penetrating a hole in your body, shaking and thrusting with their own frantic desire.

But now it was his legs spread, his knees wide, his hole taking it in.

And his hips rising up to accepting the penetration and thrust together with Wendy's.

He wanted his hole filled -- over and over again, thrusting faster and faster.

He couldn't get enough.

The shaking, jiggling feminine body was penetrating him instead of the other way around, but otherwise it was just sex with a beautiful babe.

And so it was good.

He felt a surge of disappointment when Wendy screamed -- a long, loud wail that should have been heard in the next county but not through the dirt covering this secret -- and then she slid off him.

She felt the huge, throbbing dick pushing out the sweet ruffled panties.

"You poor baby. Let mommy fix that for you."

Chapter Ten

Panties Wet With Naughty Merit Badge

"But first you have to wear this."

Wendy produced a huge butt plug, lubricated it, turned Brian over on his side, pulled down the panties in back and inserted it into his anus. Then she pulled the panties all the way back on and rolled him back on to his back.

"How's it feel?" she asked.

"Oh my god."

"Good, I know. When you come, your anus muscles clench, Giving them resistance makes it all the more intense."

Brian didn't know how much more intense sex could be. He was no sheltered baby, but in the last hour he'd discovered far more aspects of sex he'd ever dreamed of.

Wendy's hand circled his dick within the panties and began rubbing up and down . . . slowly at first, then building up speed.

"Aren't you glad you're now a little brownie?" Wendy asked.

Brian was quiet.

Wendy stopped her hand. "Want me to finish?"

"Yes?"

"Then answer."

"I can't concentrate."

"Concentrate on being a sweet little brownie."

"Yes, yes," the words poured out of Brian's mouth, but they came from the deepest part of his soul. "Yes, I'm glad I'm a sweet little brownie. I like wearing a brownie dress. I love wearing white ruffled panties."

"Do you want to earn your wet panty merit badge?"

"Yes, God oh God yes oh yes don't stop!"

"Then you'll be programmed to always come in ruffled panties and your brownie uniform."

"Yes yes -- don't stop please don't stop God oh God oh God."

Wendy kept rubbing, and he started to come, his anus clenching automatically, encountering resistance, which forced the muscles to work even harder.

For a moment, this delayed his ejaculation, heightening the anticipation, and then his dick exploded with joy juice, shooting some of it even through the fabric of his adorable panties.

Oh God, it felt so good to wear a little brownie uniform.

Chapter Eleven

Wet Diaper Merit Badge

So Brian was sad when he felt Wendy's hands pull his pretty sweet ruffled pants down. They were soaked with joy juice, but that would dry. They still felt so silky and sensual against his skin.

"Time to earn another merit badge," Wendy said. "Let me . . . I'll take out the butt plug. That'll make it too hard for your first time, and certainly won't work after you've digested enough solid food to make a poo poo."

"First time?" Brian asked.

"Well, not the first time in your life. But probably since you were three years old, or whatever age you were potty trained."

That could only mean one thing, but his mind rebelled at the prospect . . .

That was going too far.

He'd let Wendy feminize him. He'd be damned if he were going to let Wendy turn him into a baby wetting diapers.

But what could he do about it?

He was still submissive under the influence of the powerful drug.

Besides, Wendy's hands felt so soft and smooth, so knowing, touching him exactly how it made him feel so good, so when she lifted his ass and slid the Pampers-style diapers under him, he shivered in anticipation.

Wearing darling ruffled white panties had made him feel so good . . . wearing diapers like a little . . . BABY was just sooo naughty!

First, though, Wendy squirted his wee wee with baby oil, spreading it all around his groin, and that felt sensational. When Wendy pulled the diapers tight and pressed the fasteners together, the feeling of comfort and security was just so strong . . . Brian could hardly stand it.

So when Wendy handed him a large baby bottle of warm milk, there was nothing to do but start to suck on the nipple. It'd been several hours since he'd eaten dinner, and he'd worked up an appetite.

It went down smoothly and easily. He'd forgotten how sweet and good milk tasted, since he'd stopped drinking it as a child, switching over to sodas and energy drinks.

Soon he realized that the iced tea he drank at dinner, when he hadn't taken a piss since then, and now the milk he was drinking from his bottle, were working their way through his system.

He started to get up from the bed.

"Whoaaa, where do you think you're going?" Wendy asked.

"To the bathroom."

"No way. Do you think I went through the trouble of putting you in diapers just for my health?"

"But -"

Seeing the look on her face, Brian shut up and lay back down on the bed. She really wanted him to wet his diapers.

Well, he was in no mood for a pissing contest -- or a no pissing contest.

It wasn't easy, but he concentrated . . . and relaxed, focusing on the muscles of his groin which we were automatically clenching inside, cutting off the flow of urine from his bladder to the ureter opening of his penis until the brain told his groin that he was standing in front of a toilet with his dick in his hand.

So he pictured that in his mind, even holding his dick with his fingers as well as he could through the diapers, and soon the urine streamed out.

He felt warm and good to let just let it flow, heedless of everything, protected by his diapers that Wendy would change for him.

Chapter Twelve

Wetting Diapers With Naughty Juice Merit Badge

Wendy saw the look of fresh contentment on his face and leaned over. "Did mama's little baby brownie wet her diapers?"

Brian nodded and smiled. And just as he'd planned, Wendy took off the wet diapers, wiped him clean with a sanitary cloth, applied a lot more baby oil, and then put him in clean diapers.

This was the life, Brian realized.

He was so excited about wearing diapers that his wee wee sprang back to life as soon as Wendy fastened the diapers closed. It pushed them out in front.

"Looks like my baby brownie is ready to earn her wetting diapers with naughty juice merit badge."

Brian nodded. Yes. He could think of nothing he'd rather do right now than wet these diapers with naughty juice. And his wee wee jumped up, bigger and even harder than before even though it had wet his adorable panties just half an hour ago.

Wendy lay curled up in the bed beside him, her hand massaging his diapers, whispering softly.

"Yes, my little sissy baby brownie is such a good little baby girl, she's going to make mama so proud of her when she earns her next merit badge."

Wendy kept talking, but Brian began tuning out the words, happy just to hear mama's soothing voice, one part of his mind not understanding them any more than a baby could, another part understanding them and turned on by them.

He was lost, overwhelmed in the sensation of her hand rubbing his wee wee through the plastic diapers.

Up and down, up and down, over and over, the baby oil slickening the fabric so it felt so good, so good, so good to be a baby girl, a little brownie who --

Squirt squirt.

Brian let out a long sigh of relief. Kristine had some terrific orgasms over the years, but nothing like that one.

"I don't want to stop being a baby girl brownie," he told Wendy in a high pitched voice. "I don't want to stop wetting adorable ruffled panties and diapers."