The Stone of Autumn

Chapter 4
The Protector

Chapter Description: Ben is faced with a new role in his household.

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“Aww, whassa matter, little boy? Are you crying? Don’t you remember that you used to be a man?” Clara laughed.

Tickling Emily’s exposed stomach, Sarah couldn’t pass the opportunity to tease them further, “Emily, do you even see how long it took for your big, strong daddy to become a little baby? He’s crying like a little girl!”

Ben continued to sob uncontrollably as the three girls laughed uproariously at their predicament. He was completely helpless: a tiny, hairless, wet little plaything for them.

“Ugh, that crying is so annoying!” the blonde said, finally, scooping Ben up easily in her arms, sitting on the couch and pulling his tiny body over her knee.

She began to spank him on his bare bottom as he squirmed helplessly in her lap, squealing and crying like any other baby would. The other girls held up his infant wife and infant daughter to see their once proud protector completely humiliated as tears streamed down his chubby cheeks and onto the colorful rug.

“You’re crying like a little girl. Are you a little baby GIRL?” Clara asked, tickling Ben under the chin.

“I would sure say so! Gosh! Listen to him cry,” said Sarah, rolling her eyes.

“I’ve got just the thing for little baby girls,” Clara said, reaching into the stone chest and pulling out a blazingly pink party dress.

“Let’s get him diapered, first!” the blonde said excitedly, laying him down on his back on the carpet and removing a diaper from the pack of Pampers nearby. Clara handed her a bottle of baby powder which she shook vigorously over the former head of the household as he kicked his tubby little legs.

“Stop squirming, baby, mommy has to change your diaper so you don’t make pee-pees all over the rug like your daughter!”

Lifting him up by the ankles, she briskly made sure to powder his little bottom before placing him unceremoniously into the crinkling infant diaper, taping it shut around his now pathetic manhood.

“I feel bad for your wife! She had to deal with that tiny little wee-wee! So cute, though!” giggled the blonde girl, lifting him up by his armpits.

Clara took Ben from her friend and pulled the frilly pink dress over his head which was complete with ribbons and white trim. She pulled a pair of little white stockings over his chubby legs and crinkling diaper before snapping a pair of black patent leather shoes over his feet.

“There you go, baby girl, now the way you look matches how you act!” Clara laughed, pushing him easily backwards, causing him to fall hard onto his bottom and cry loudly again in front of his watchful wife and daughter.