The First Job
Posted 10 February 2008 - 12:32 PM
Posted 15 February 2008 - 06:19 AM
My wife does know about my "hobby" and has been kind enough to buy numerous articles of delight but she does not have any desire to share them with me. It is not a secret and it is not criticised - she only asks that it be personal and discrete. Fair enough!
I feel sorry that Charlotte was so meanly treated, I have now made the effect reversible, but I am afraid that her speech will always be babyish! You see I do listen to your comments.
Posted 15 February 2008 - 06:45 AM
“Lie back, Richard”, she said to him “I have to restrain you until you learn to behave properly”. She refastened him at all the anchor points and was delighted to see that he had kept in his dummy, even though he had finished using his potty. “Dummy out, please.” She took his dummy and put it by his head in the cot. “Time for your breakfast” she explained as she strapped his feeding gag dummy into place. Richard’s eyes pleaded with her not to attach the tubing, but Sheila was not going to have any of it and hooked up a huge bag of red juice. She went over to the cupboard and took out a syringe and medicinal phial from which she took a 20ml sample. She came over to the bag and injected it into the top of the bag. Richard’s eyes were full of terror.
“NNNG, NNNNGO” he tried to scream, he struggled against his bindings and shackles as Sheila looked down on him with glee.
“You are going to be wide awake and your senses are going to be tuned to fever pitch all day and most of the night. You are going to feel every dribble of piss that goes in your nappy, every sore patch on your bottom is going to hurt like hell, and light and sound will become agony to your senses, Do you like your baby programmes because I am going to put them back on as soon as I get back to the office and because you are only wearing a nappy I am going to crank up the heat to keep you nice and warm. Enjoy your amphetamine and ecstasy mix!”
True to her word Sheila put the heating in the room up to 27ºC and it became hotter than tropical Africa. She watched thrilled as the heat made Richard thirstier and thirstier. The drugs that were also added to the juice aggravated his parching thirst. He drank and drank so that in no time his nappy was clearly very wet, and Richard was dripping with sweat. His saturated nappy was leaking out over the already damp sheet that seemed to radiate heat from the underlying plastic sheet. The Teletubbies was going at full sound, and his nappy rash was total agony, so much so that he screamed out, only to nearly drown in cranberry juice.
It was a very compliant Richard that greeted Sheila when she went into the cell just as he sucked down the last drop of juice. Once again she took the prod out of the cupboard and slipped it on her wrist. She then undid all of her partner’s restraints and took out the feeding gag.
Richard was buzzing with an adrenaline rush and drug induced euphoria. His senses screamed out in pain. He was a total mess both physically and mentally. His face was red and sore from the close tightness of the feeding dummy, his neck and chest wet and sticky with the juice that he had dribbled. He was so wet that he was swimming in the drainage from his catheter. “I am begging you Sheila, let me out, let me go, I promise I will do anything”.
“Unacceptable talk” said Sheila her gaze hard and unyielding
Richard ran back through his memories of this awful ordeal “Me be good baby, Nanny”
“Much better, you are beginning to see where you fit in to all of this” said Sheila “Come on, jump up and let us change you again”.
Richard got up out of his cot, his skin was red from lying in the damp and when Sheila dropped his soggy nappy she was almost shocked by how his nappy rash had flared up, but sorrow was not quite in her heart yet. She stripped the wet sheet off his mattress and roughly dried off the plastic protective undersheet. She put a soft flannelette sheet on his cot and told him to lie on a fresh clean nappy and once again she lined it with two of the old sibling nappies which were horribly scratchy (so bad in fact that she had rejected them as dusters or floor cloths). Once again she pulled the old plastic pants over his nappy and could not ignore the fact that the smell was beginning to become over-powering.
Julia came into the cell carrying a bowl of mush made from fresh vegetables and mince mixed up with mashed potatoes. Sheila tied a plain white terry bib round his neck. It was actually a delicious meal, the catch was that he was not going to be given any eating irons with which to eat it. He took the bowl between his hands and ate it from the plate like a dog. His bib took a bit of a pounding, but he was so hungry that he licked the spillage off with relish.
She reattached him to all of his restraints and hung another swollen bag of juice on the drip stand, once again she injected a full dose of stimulants to the bag. The desperation in his eyes was pitiful, even daughter Julia was clearly upset at his treatment.
“Mum?” she entreated “does it have to be quite so cruel?
“Trust me darling it is for Richard’s own good. He will be much happier if he is a good baby boy tomorrow” said Sheila looking deeply into his eyes. “If he behaves exactly as I want, then I will let him out of his restraints and I might even turn down the heat and treat him like a proper baby. If he is really good then I might even turn off the television.”
Richard nodded his head vigorously, his eyes pleading from behind his feeding dummy which continued to dribble down onto his grubby bib as he gulped down the liquid in increasing quantities. His nappy although it was many thicknesses of cloth was already showing yellow through the transparent plastic pants.
They left the room, Sheila cranked up the heat and turned up the television, which was showing Teletubbies for the umpteenth time that day. Richard started screaming and choking at about 3.30 in the early hours of the morning, he was on the verge of going mad with the pain, the noise, the heat, the discomfort and restrictions placed on his body.
Even Sheila realised that he had reached his peak and entered the cell. She removed the dummy feeder and was shocked at the state of his red raw lips and sore face which had been irritated by the acidity of the cranberry juice.
“Nanna, me good baby, want my dum dum, nappy baby nanny”. He was crying in pain and misery and even Sheila could not help but feel compassion. She released him, deciding that she had done enough for the time being. As she removed his soaking nappy she was amazed at the rapidity his nappy rash had developed from angry redness to skin that was broken and severely ulcerated and blistered. His penis was so raw that it had swollen to such an extent that removal of the catheter was quite impossible.
End part 15
Posted 19 February 2008 - 05:02 AM
She stripped him and his bed and with the prod on her wrist escorted him to the bathroom where she ran a lukewarm bath. His agony was obvious, he screamed in pain when the water touched his skin, he was almost like a burn victim. She gently cleansed him with a soft natural sponge, cleaning his hair and washing him from top to bottom. She patted him dry with the newest and softest towel they owned and led him back to his clean cot. She pulled a soft shawl knitted from the softest wool and put it in his cot.
“Lie down” she said gently “I will be as kind as I can, but this may hurt a little. She cut away his hair using an electric razor and applied a cooling nappy cream to his bottom. “This hair had to come off otherwise it would have caused possible infection”. She dusted him with baby powder.
“Me good baby” he said with tears in his eyes.
“I hope so” she said “I don’t want to have to do that again to you”
She pulled out a brand new nappy of the softest and finest quality and lined it with a soft conditioner washed muslin liner, which she pulled gently between his legs and fasted with two large pink nappy pins taken from between her lips. “Nice new plastic panties, these are two sizes too big for you, but they will allow you to be more comfortable.
She then dressed him in a long white cotton nightie which she had worn when she was pregnant and helped him lie back in this cot. She applied a soothing salve with hydrocortisone to his lips which made him draw back and wince in pain. Then gently stroking his hair she pulled the new large shawl over him and then a cellular white blanket.
He grabbed the edge of the shawl and held it to his ear and wrapped his fingers around the dummy she had left near his pillow and put it in his mouth. The drugs seemed to have worn off and the arms of the sandman beckoned. In seconds he was asleep, dummy in mouth and she noticed the start of a gentle sucking motion.
It took a few months and a couple of catheter changes to ever larger sizes when the day of reckoning arrived.
Sheila entered the cell to the ever docile Richard, who had entered into the spirit of the event and was a compliant baby always willing to please and never a word out of place.
Sheila came to perform the regular change but on this occasion she removed the in-dwelling catheter and threw Richard a pair of boxer shorts. A quick examination of the catheter showed white fatty deposits along its length and mineral encrustation, it looked very unhealthy and more than enough to strike fear into the most experienced of urologists.
“You have done your time Richard and your punishment is over. I expect nothing but respect from you and who knows I might even get to love you again. You have been a wonderful baby and I don’t think I have ever loved you more. Caring for you as an infant was a thrill for me” she reflected. “Your trousers and a clean shirt are in that bag, socks are in there as well I think”.
Richard slowly started to dress pulling on his boxer shorts and then his shirt and trousers. As he reached down to pull on his socks he felt a dribble of wetness enter his pants. He looked shocked, and had a brief look of horror that did not go unnoticed by Sheila. He pretended that nothing had happened and made for the toilet. He clenched as hard as he could but the damage done to his urinary tract meant that total closure was impossible. He felt a shooting pain and his bladder released in spasm, he estimated that the total discharge amounted to less than a 100ml, less than half a tea cup full. He was frightened and sucked on the dummy that he had forgotten to take out of his mouth. He assured himself that it was just the bladder adjusting to being catheter free. He had no sooner joined Sheila in the kitchen when he felt the urgent need to go back to the toilet. He shot back to the loo. “I thought you had just been” shouted Sheila to the rapidly disappearing back of Richard “is everything alright?”
“Just adjusting to being without the catheter I guess” said Richard not sounding convincing “I keep getting the urge to go.”
He returned after depositing less that half a cup in the bowel, the cistern had not even had the chance to refill. Sheila was standing in the kitchen with the potty in her hand. “Sit on this Richard and learn to feel you bladder again for an hour”. Take off your trousers and pants and let me have them, you can sit here in the kitchen and keep me company. Richard did as he was told as Sheila noticed with a smirk that his pants were very damp indeed.
He found that he could only hold his water for about 15 to 20 minutes before he had to tinkle into his potty, despite his best clenching. Sheila pretended to be sympathetic. “You have been sitting there for more than an hour Richard and it is lunch time now. Why don’t you put these absorbent pants on, at least they will give you enough time to go to the loo”. “Do you want to suck your dummy?” she asked. Richard recoiled in amazement, he had not realised that he was still sucking his soother. He took it out and handed it to Sheila. “It has stopped you smoking, do you want to hang on to it and suck it when you have an urge to smoke?” she suggested. Richard felt relief and gratefully accepted back his old friend.
Richard put out his hand as was disappointed to see that the pants were made of thick terry towelling material and covered by an integral pair of plastic pants. He saw the wisdom of the solution and slipped them on. After more than three months in nappies his brain saw nothing wrong in wetting into the soft towelling material and he let the half cupful trickle out of him. He barely noticed that he had wet himself, but Sheila was very quick to point out the yellow towelling beneath the plastic pants. “Richard, you have wet yourself baby” she said with compassion “take those wet trainers off and put these clean ones on, but I don’t have any more after this pair, so try and be careful this time”. Richard was clearly embarrassed as he pulled on a second pair of overgrown toddler pants.
Within half an hour he had leaked into his pants again and Sheila said “I have no more training pants Richard, I am going to have to put you back in nappies”. Let’s go and sort you out.
End part 16
Posted 19 February 2008 - 03:56 PM
Posted 22 February 2008 - 06:13 PM
He went to his new room which now had a changing table complete with his special cot. A large stack of clean nappies was placed on a chest of drawers, which he could see contained plastic pants, nappy pins, and all the paraphernalia associated with a young infant.
She stripped off his trainer pants which were very wet indeed, the terry towelling lining was almost saturated from his lack of control. “Oh dear baby, you really do need to have a nappy on until you regain your control. I will have to use a double thickness of nappies on you” she said smiling. “Jump up and let me get you sorted”.
Richard hauled himself up onto his changing mat and Sheila cleaned him off with a number of baby wipes. “Lift up, so I can get this nappy under you” she commanded. Richard having dusted him with a cloud of baby powder, he was now quite used to this treatment complied without complaint, already he could feel himself under pressure and as Sheila pulled the thick wedge of nappies between his legs she noticed with satisfaction that he was already starting to dribble, as the muscles in his bladder fought a battle that could never be won. She took hold of a voluminous pair of clear transparent plastic pants and taking each foot threaded them into the leg opening. She slid them up his legs and without asking he lifted his bottom as she snapped them around his waist with a resounding snapping ping. She then adjusted his nappy making sure that everything was safely in the confines of his plastic pants. They were more than large enough to encompass the huge bulk of terry towelling.
Sheila then went to the cupboard and from a shelf took a large pair of pale pink shorts. “I am afraid that none of your clothes will fit over your nappy, so I managed to find you a pair of shorts that should fit” she informed him (in fact they had been made by one of her outworkers). As she threaded these up his legs she noticed that a yellow spot had already started to build in his clean nappy and was clearly visible through his transparent pants. The shorts were not at all adequate to cover his nappy and a three inch band of plastic pants and white nappy showed above the waist band and another wedge of transparent plastic covered nappy peaked out from each leg opening. Richard started to moan and Sheila reached into a drawer in the chest and pulled out an enormous pink dummy which she pressed firmly against his lips. Richard accepted the offered nipple and almost immediately began sucking with a furious passion.
“Stand up” she said “let us put on a top, or else you will get cold”. She said pulling out a pale pink t-shirt with a line of buttons along the shoulder. The new top just came down to the place at which his protruding nappy was exposed over the shorts. “Lovely” she said “you look really sweet and smell lovely and clean, just like fresh baked bread”. Richard had to admit that his smell was exactly as he remembered his children when they had been babies, baby powder and the smell of fresh pee that seemed to be a permanent part of his skin odour.
The nappy was so thick and bulky, that when he stood up his legs were placed wide apart and he could not bring his legs together at all and maintaining balance was difficult to the point of being impossible. He wobbled and despite clutching for his changing table plopped to the floor and sat down with a thump on his thickly padded bottom. Sheila laughed and while he was sitting on the floor placed a thick pair of woollen booties on his feet and secured them with the pink ribbons at the ankles. “There, that will keep your tootsies nice and warm baby”.
As he sucked on his dummy, Richard realised with horror that he had flooded his nappy already and he barely realised that he had done it. The nappy was so warm and soft, so comforting, so much a part of him, that the first he realised that he had wet himself was when he felt the warmth creep between his legs and start to wick up at the seat of his nappy. Sheila, however, was in no doubt, she had heard the characteristic noise of his wetting hitting the fabric of the nappy with some force. She could also see that the nappy not covered by his pink towelling shorts was already showing a yellow stain. She chose to ignore it, the nappy was good for many more wetting before he would need changing again.
“Come on” said Sheila “you have work to do” and she led him into the office where he noticed a new desk had been installed with a pink computer and lots of babyish accessories placed on top. There was a picture of him in his baby clothes and a bottle warmer for his breaks. A plastic box was on the desk with a pair of spare dummies inside and a neatly folded bib on the back of his pink chair. Sheila took the bib and tied it round his neck. “We don’t want you spoiling your clothes with your dribbles baby”.
“I don’t dribble” he mumbled through his dummy and realised that he had in fact been dribbling profusely since he had started sucking on his dummy and his chin and neck were already starting to feel quite wet. “what am I supposed to do here?” he asked.
“You are the accountant baby and I want you to keep the books. I know you can do that for me, can’t you?” she asked. “In return I will keep you clean and dry and we will keep your problem a secret until you get better”.
The shock of this statement made Richard realise that he was wetting his nappy again. He clenched hard to try and stop the flow, but the flow was unrelenting as another wetting was absorbed by his nappy. The front of the nappy now clung to him with its clammy warmth. He felt a wave of depression wash over him, which Sheila noticed with delight. His path to babyish lack of control was showing no signs of improvement and if anything she thought he was becoming less and less able to control his wetting with every minute that passed.
Sheila went through the accounting system as Richard wet his nappy again and again over the hour. Every time he wet his nappy, Sheila noticed that his eyes seemed to glaze slightly and the rate at which his dummy oscillated in and out seemed to increase. After the hour Richard did not even notice when he had wet his nappy and sucking his dummy seemed second nature, and he never seemed to notice that he had it in his mouth.
Sheila brought in a bottle of cold cranberry juice, Richard did not even complain that it was not in a proper glass, he seemed to have given up altogether and accepted whatever Sheila threw at him. He sucked on the bottle oblivious to the fact that his nappy was receiving another soaking. It was so thick and so wet by now that he could not detect his fresh pee going in. It was after another half an hour that he realised that he had leaked onto his chair and a dark stain was starting to appear from underneath him.
He called out through his dummy “Nnnng, nnnng” he shouted. Sheila came in and saw Richard almost in tears. She looked down to the seat of his chair and saw that it was very wet. His face was wet from his slobbering and even his bib was soaked through.
“Come on baby, let’s get you sorted out” she said compassionately, “stand up”.
As Richard stood up he realised that he had wet his nappies so much that the weight almost dragged them from his hips. The inside of his transparent plastic pants were steaming up from the warmth of the pee. He grabbed himself as the nappies were pulled down by gravity.
Sheila took him back to his changing table and put another two nappies on him, and a clean pair of the transparent plastic pants which she liked immensely as they showed his babyish condition to full effect.
Richard sucked his dummy in the total comfort that it brought him. His will was totally broken, he knew in that one day that his bladder was destroyed for ever and he would be nappy-dependant for the rest of his life. He looked at himself in the mirror, a new clean white terry bib, edged in pink gingham and with an embroidered teddy was tied round his neck. His pink dummy bobbed in and out without him thinking. He now wore a white romper suit with pink smocking at the chest. The part below his waist billowed out in a great bubble that accommodated his bulging nappy. Once again, there was a peaking out from the leg holes of white nappy protected by the clear plastic. His feet were encased in white woolly booties with pink ribbons again and pinned to his top was a pink ribbon attached to his dummy. There he stood bow-legged, back in nappies and looking like an overgrown toddler totally reliant on being able to find his dummy at a second’s notice. Sheila looked at him studying himself in the mirror and realised with glee that Richard had accepted completely his return to babyhood. He was almost at the end of his road and she had turned him into a compliant baby who would work for her at no cost and without complaint. Now she needed to tackle the arrogant sons and she knew exactly how she was going to do this.
“Time for bed Richard, it is seven o’clock baby, let’s go!” she said breezily. Richard whose will was now totally broken followed her docilely up to his cot. He climbed into his new bed. There was no need to ask if he had his dummy, it was where she expected it to be - in his mouth.
The nappies were so thick that Richard could not sleep on his side, but slept on his back with his knees wide apart and his feet almost touching. His cot was sunk into the floor like a sunken bath, but the rails came up to full height above the floor. He could not have climbed out even if he had wanted to. Sheila placed a cuddly teddy in his arms and kissed his forehead. Richard was already falling asleep as the sleeping pills in his last bottle kicked in and knocked him out. In his other hand he clutched a brand new nappy to his ear and rubbed it against his cheek as he sucked heavily on his dummy. Sheila popped open the poppers at the crutch of his romper suit and peeled back the front. As she did so, Richard wet his nappy as he drifted into sleep and Sheila could not help but smile at the ridiculous sight her husband made in his infantile attire, the wetness spreading across the front of his nappy and downwards between his legs. It was odd how he always sucked faster on his dummy when he was going in his nappy she thought. She did up the poppers and wrapped him in his new soft shawl that had been knitted by one of the circle especially for him. She put on a pair of mittens and did them up at the wrists with the pink ribbon ties, replacing his cuddling nappy back in his hand.
She pulled up the side of the cot carefully and it clicked into place. Then she was startled to hear something she never expected, Richard had let out a little grunt and made a number of wriggling movements, he was doing a poo in his nappy and most surprising was that he was fast asleep. This was indeed a remarkable regression into babyhood that she had never expected in her wildest dreams. She had not even laced his food with laxatives or anything to encourage this part of his babyfication.
Sheila decided to leave him as he seemed to have a contented smile on his face and was sucking on his dummy so beautifully. She could not wait to see his face in the morning when he woke up with the big load sitting in his nappy. A touch of nappy rash was no bad thing and he had to build up a resistance if this was going to be a regular event from now on.
End of part 17
Posted 24 February 2008 - 02:39 AM
Posted 24 February 2008 - 12:41 PM
True to form Richard was standing at the bars of his cot with a very saggy and stinky nappy. He was sucking his dummy as if it were going to be confiscated at the very next moment. His dignity and self–respect was at an all time low and his spirit was totally broken.
Sheila stripped him off in the bathroom, she had decided that now was as good a time as any to completely remove all of his body hair and covered him with depilatory cream which left him smooth and pink all over. She then gave him a long bath and cleaned him up until he was sweet-smelling once again. Richard said nothing, lying back when he had been dried off and powdered to be put in a double thickness nappy and the clear plastic pants that Sheila liked so much to use. He lifted his arms to have on the baby vest with the buttons across the shoulder. Today she pulled out of the wardrobe a pink high-waisted dress with little puff-sleeves that was highlighted with bright red hearts and lace trim at neck and sleeves. He was so past caring that he lifted his arms and allowed it to be buttoned at the back. She pinned his dummy to the dress and then tied his terry bib with the pink trim around his neck, although it had been freshly laundered and smelt clean and fresh, the bib had some stains that even the most powerful detergents had seemed unable to completely remove. She then took out a pair of pink pants with red hearts and three lines of white lace across the bottom and threaded them over his plastic pants. The pants were woefully small and his nappy and plastic pants poked out of every opening. She then tied on some pink booties with white ribbons and put his hands in some matching mittens. She looked at him with a satisfied smile on her face, his regression had gone a lot better than she could have ever dared. She put her hand on the front of his nappy and started to rub it gently and sensuously. “Come on baby, go in your nappy, be a good boy and go in your nappy” she tempted him with baby talk and was thrilled that he was stiffening and responding to her treatment.
“I’m not a baby” he mumbled through his dummy
“No, of course not darling” she scorned “you go in your nappy and plastic pants like a grown man”.
“I don’t want to be a baby” he wailed
“Look darling” she said while continuing the stimulation “you can be a big grown up man and I can stop, or you can be a baby. How do you want this to go?” The stirrings in his loins was something that he had not experienced since his nightmare regression had begun. He felt the warm soft prison of thirsty nappies about him and could feel the inside of his nappy begin to get slippery with the emissions that were coming from him. The slight fill of his bladder also heightened his feelings of pent up expectation. The continued stimulation from her soft caress on the front of his plastic pants was so good it was irresistible. “Say it” she ordered “what does baby want? What is your biggest dream at this very moment” she demanded as she increased the rate of her rubbing.
He was now sucking furiously on his dummy and dribbling all over the clean bib. His mind was in turmoil and he wanted to avoid the humiliation, but his pleasure zones told him otherwise. Sheila suddenly stopped and lifted her hands, just as Richard was beginning to climb up the path of ecstasy. He hesitated and then blurted out “I want to be your baby. I want you to make me come in my nappy”.
Sheila looked at him amazed, that he was so eager to descend even further down the road to being a sissified baby. “Tell me more” she demanded “and I will see what I can do”.
“I’m your baby girl and I need to go in my nappy. I want to be your baby, please make me go in my nappy”
Sheila was thrilled with this and resumed her massage on his nappy “You have been a very good baby girl, so go in your nappy for me, you have done a poo, you already wet your nappy all the time, so now lets see what else you can do in your nappy for me. Come on baby, go in your nappy like a good girl”. She rubbed the front of his juvenile panties, the pink cotton sliding back and forth on the shiny clear plastic. “My baby is nearly there isn’t she? Are you going to do a special wetties in your nappy with your tiny little pee-pee? You were never much of a man, but you make a beautiful baby girl don’t you? You can do everything in your nappy from now on, Come on baby, come on baby, you are nearly there aren’t you? You are going to use your nappy aren’t you?” She rubbed furiously, Richard arched his back, helplessly outwitted and manipulated to this humiliating babyish act. “What are you doing baby?, tell me” she instructed
“I am going in my nappy like a good baby, me coming, me coming. I going in my nappy like a good baby girl. I need to be in nappies because I am a baby”. He arched his back as he had the most powerful explosion that he could ever remember. As the wave subsided he realised just how infantile he had been and regretted all that he had said. At that moment as his erection was collapsing, his weakened bladder decided to release and flood his nappy with a new type of wetness.
Sheila held up a video recorder from the shelf on the wall. “All captured on video darling, a video of you dressed up as a great big baby girl begging to come in your nappy and then clearly wetting yourself afterwards. I particularly liked the way you kicked your legs and sucked your dummy as you got excited” she laughed. “Come on time for breakfast”
He jumped down from the changing table and made his way into the kitchen. Michael, Sam, Freddie and Simon looked in amazement as their father toddled into the room dressed as a baby girl sucking his dummy. They were only just used to his need to wear nappies, but did not understand how he had come to that position. They all started to roar with laughter.
Sheila appeared with Darren and put him in his high chair.
“Okay boys, I want you to stop that, your father had a bad time of things and this is his way of coping with life now. I guess you could say that he has had a nervous breakdown. I want the four of your to go up the airing cupboard and bring me down the plastic bags that are in their for each of you” Sheila said.
The boys went up to the airing cupboard unsure what to expect. They opened the door and in place of the normal chaos that this small room normally exhibited. It had now been totally re-shelved and re-organised. Each boy noticed that there was a shelf for each of them, each bearing his name in black on a blue framed label. On each shelf were at least two dozen soft white nappies in neat tall piles. Bibs, plastic pants and all manner of other baby paraphernalia was on each of their shelves. A white plastic bag was on each shelf as well that the boys collected one by one.
They re-grouped downstairs and were confronted by Jenny and Julia their older half-sisters. “Open the packages boys, you are in for a big surprise”.
End of Part 18
Posted 26 February 2008 - 04:49 PM
Darren sat in his highchair sucking his dummy looking with great interest at all the commotion that was happening around him. Simon who was four had no idea what the commotion was about and sat in his tall chair. Sheila had never attempted to potty train him and he too sucked on his dummy in a rather wet nappy. Their father was in no position to make any comment and said nothing.
Jenny and Julia had put on terry towelling aprons lined in plastic with bib tops that totally protected them. They took Michael, Sam and Freddie into the lounge where three large changing mats had been placed on the floor.
“Open up your parcels boys” ordered Sheila grinning “you are in for the biggest surprise of your lives”. The boys opened the plastic bags that contained their surprises. Each parcel contained a large nappy, a voluminous pair of pink plastic pants, a baby dress in a sweet pastel colour, a matching pair of matching panties lined in delicate white lace, a pair of booties, a pair of mittens, a white woollen sleep bonnet with a small scalloped brim, a bib trimmed in the same ribbon as the dress and a large pink dummy. “lay back on your changing mats and the girls will sort you out” said Sheila her arms crossed in the no nonsense pose that could not be argued with.
Michael started to struggle but Jenny who was his elder and stronger pushed him back with relative ease. She stripped of his clothes with rapidity, throwing his shirt, pants and trousers into a heap in the centre of the room along with his socks. The angry buzz of an electric razor soon made short work of his hair as she shaved him bare. She fitted a comb to the razor and shaved his head to the fuzzy length of a few month old baby. Sheila sucked up the hair with a cylinder vacuum fitted with a long hose as the elder sister smoothed her brother with relish. Michael resumed his struggles and started to shout profanities which Jenny silenced by forcing the teat of the dummy in his mouth and fitting a white woollen sleep bonnet to his head which had two straps that came from the back and had a hole in each strap that fitted over the handle of his soother.
“Lift up your bottom Michelle” she commanded Michael as she slipped a large terry nappy under his bottom and inserted a woven liner. “okay drop down” she said as she rubbed a thick white cream over his tingling skin and enveloped him in a cloud of baby powder. “Soon have you done” she said, pulling the thick wedge of nappy up between his legs and pinning it to the two sides with two large safety pins topped with Minnie Mouse. She picked up the plastic pants and shook them to open them out, then putting her hand through the leg opening she grabbed each of his feet and guided them through the leg openings. “Lift up again” she ordered as she gently eased the pink plastic panties over his bulky soft white nappy and let the waist band go with a snap. She spent a little time making sure that the waist of his nappy and the area around each leg was covered by the plastic and then patted the front of his nappy with her hand playfully “baby is all ready for his clothes now.”
The dress she held up was of the palest lemon with a sailor collar in white and lemon trimmed in white lace. The other two brothers had identical dresses but in pale pink and pale green. “Arms up” she said as she slid his arms through the puffed sleeves and secured the zip at the back. The dress seemed to have a tight bodice that ended at the top of his chest and then flowed out into a full skirt that ended on the waist band of his plastic pants. “Stand up” she said “step into your pretty panties”. Michael wobbled as he tried to pull his legs together against the unexpected thickness of his nappy between his legs. He managed to put first one foot and then the other into his frilly pants and Jenny pulled them up over his nappy just as he lost his balance and fell to the floor with a thump, landing on his thickly padded bottom. “Oh dear!” laughed Jenny “never mind, I had to put on your little shoes anyway”, She fit his feet into the white woollen booties and secured them around his ankles with the matching pale lemon ribbons. She then asked “where are your hands, hold them out please” and fitted the matching mittens and secured them to his wrists with the lemon ribbons.
Finally she picked up the terry cotton bib edged in lemon ribbon which made the wide ties and secured it around his neck. The bib was so large that it was almost as long as his dress and ended only an inch or so above the hem of his dress. “Mum” she cried “this bib is far too big, it makes Michelle look almost like a new born baby and almost swamps him.”
Her mother looked at Michael and said “perfect, I think we have chosen very well and I am sure we are not going to have any trouble from these naughty boys any more, especially as our boys are now our baby girls! Get the camera, we have to take some pictures.” Jenny rushed out to find the digital camera, while Julia put the finishing touches to Samantha who made a perfect pink twin to Michelle. Sheila was dressing Freddie, who was only six years old and still wet his bed anyway and so he was not too unused to wearing a nappy, since he always wore a thick night time nappy to protect his mattress from his nightly wettings. His hair was already quite long and Sheila had decided that instead of cutting his hair short, that he would be allowed to grow his hair long and be allowed to look older than his two brothers. He was not given a sleep bonnet, but had a pale green Alice band with a dark green bow on the front to match his dress. In place of booties he was wearing a pair of straight sided soft pale green leather shoes, like the first shoes that might be given to a toddler. However, the inside of these shoes had an inner fitment that bent the feet outwards at a wild angle making walking almost impossible as the legs were forced to be bow-legged.
Jenny came back with the camera. “Stand up everybody” she commanded. Freddie stood up and almost lost his balance as his stance resembled that of a toddler who had only just learnt how to walk. Michael and Sam were in for a nasty surprise, because in the thick woolly sole of their booties was hidden a spring platform that when compressed forced a bed of sharp spines into the souls of their feet. Almost immediately the two older brothers tumbled to the floor sobbing into their dummies as they got to their knees, exposing the layers of ruffles and thickly nappied bottoms. All the girls clapped their hands together and in chorus shouted “they are perfect little girls, how babyish they look, what perfect sissies we have made of them!”.
The boys could not stand in their booties, no matter how hard they tried, as the slightest pressure on the bottom of the soles exposed the sharp spikes. One step was the best either of them managed before they tumbled onto their fat nappied bottoms.
“Look at Michelle and Samantha” cried out Julia “they are really sucking on their dummies and is that dribble I see on their chins?” The mother and her daughters were delighted and continued their revelry until the sound of the doorbell interrupted their enjoyment.
“It must be Phyllis to give them their lessons” said Sheila “I lost all track of time, and these sissies have not had their breakfast yet. Girls, you go and make up their bottles, while I let Phyllis in.”
Phyllis came into the lounge to see the three children crawling and staggering around on the floor. “And who have we here?” she said in a sickly way reserved for the smallest of children, “do I know these baby girls?”
“Nnng, mo noff baba, mo Mypol”, spluttered Michael trying to articulate past the large dummy in his mouth that was held in tightly by the restraints built into his bonnet.
“You like your dummy baby?” asked Phyllis pretending to try and understand, “yes, it is a very nice pink dummy isn’t it? Can you say ‘nice pink dummy’ sweetheart?” She turned to Sam “and do you like your pretty dress little one?” she asked in the same sweeter than syrup tone.
Sam tried to speak, but the dummy was even more constricting in his mouth and all he could manage was a series of grunts and squeaks. “you can’t talk yet can you baby girl? Never mind, you look so pretty in your lovely dress and so sweet sucking your dummy. Just as well you have a bib to protect your pretty dress, because you really are a little dribbler, perhaps you are teething?” she continued in a sickeningly sweet tone.
Freddie rushed over to hug Phyllis, he liked the lady who taught him very much and although he had not a clue as to why he was dressed in the way that he was or why he was wearing a nappy. He just wanted a cuddle with his cuddly ‘auntie’. “Hello sweetheart, I see you have got your dummy back and we only took it away from you a few months ago didn’t we. I see you are back in nappies again full time as well. Well never mind, you look like a beautiful little angel.” Freddie, whose bladder control was poor at the best of times and for whom night time accidents was a daily event, was the first to slip backwards into babyhood. He hugged Phyllis with a big smile on his face and let go of the pressure and he flooded his nappy without really paying it any attention. His nappy sagged visibly on his hips and the pretty pale green panties slipped slightly down with the weight of his wetting.
Sheila looked at her three sissified boys and had only one thought and that was that her first day had been a total success.
End part 19
The New Job Part 2
A year has past Charlotte (the delivery man who had undergone horrific experimentation and brain washing at a private clinic) was now a gurgling baby girl who tested all the new products for his boss Jane, who had taken him to her heart.
Anne the Managing Director of Baby Dreams, who was a partner with Jane and Mary had grown the business to new heights with their cheap, high quality products. The various outworker units were hard-pressed to keep up the supply and were requested to expand their cells and attract new members.
One of those cells run by Sheila had co-opted the help of her two daughters Jenny and Julia to help with the babification of first her husband Richard who she destroyed by the use of catheter abuse. She then submitted her three older sons Michael, Sam and Freddie by a regime of nappy therapy and she decided that she would not bother to potty train her two other sons Darren and Simon and avoid the complications of adolescence. Her washing machine was always on the go and her new regiment of nappy dependent and dummy sucking sissies produced lines full of lovely white nappies and plastic panties fluttering on the line every day it was dry.
We continue with the story (if you have any ideas you would like to be put into this story then please ask and I will weave it into the plot)…….
Sheila’s success quickly spread to neighbours and villages nearby. Baby Dreams was being inundated with requests to become members of their out-workers team. The sight of Sheila displaying her new wealth by driving around in a brand new Mercedes and wearing designer clothes did much to advertise the success of her personal sissy team of baby workers. As a result Sheila had been promoted to Personnel Manager and was in charge of recruiting new members. Clearly the main route to profit was to reduce the cost of labour and to reward hard work with a much needed nappy change.
One lady that Sheila was keen to recruit was Amanda who had recently married Tom. They had returned from their honeymoon only to be greeted by the complete failure of her new husband’s business as a marketing consultant, brought about by his total incompetence and inexperience. Amanda confided in Sheila and admitted that the honeymoon had been a great disappointment. These two young people had taken an old-fashioned vow of chastity and saved themselves for their wedding night. Tom was a huge disappointment, lacking in size, control and stamina. Amanda had had to resort to her vibrating friend in private to achieve any sort of satisfaction.
Their new life was apparently doomed, Tom’s business working from home was a joke, their mortgage repayments were starting to fall into arrears, they were arguing almost continually and their sex life no longer existed. Tom was morose, lacking any sort of drive and a total waste of space, but still Amanda had a soft part in her heart and was desperate to find a solution to their predicament. Her own business plan was to make wedding dresses from a room that she had set up as a sewing room in her extensive loft conversion, but the job was in its infancy and commissions were few and far apart. Sheila had seen some Christening dresses that she had designed and made in glistening white satin, beautifully embroidered and decorated with small white pearls and fine Honiton lace. These dresses came with sweet puffy satin panties trimmed in lace around the legs and in five rows across the bottom. White silk ribbon bows adorned the neck and puffed sleeves. Sheila could not wait to show Baby Dreams and was eager to take Amanda on to the team. It was the simplest task of sewing on so many pearls and trimming that turned the dress from being a profit maker to a loss. Production could be doubled if somebody else could do the monotonous bead and pearl work.
Amanda knew about Sheila’s own operation and how she had reduced her entire family to the status of infantile nappy wetting babies. Sheila explained how she kept all the profits and paid all the domestic bills – there was no need for designer clothes, no expensive computer games or accessories to buy, no wasted money for cigarettes or alcohol. The highlight of their week was a new bonnet, a new bib or a video of the Care Bears; and if they were really good – a new dummy. They all worked together, played together, learned together and were incontinent together – a real close knit family.
The opportunities were quite clear to Amanda, but although she was a very attractive, sensible and quite dominant beauty, she was not cruel and could not hurt Tom, although she was sorely tempted by his recent inadequacies.
Sheila who was eager to recruit her, came up with a plan that would hopefully save their finances, their house and their marriage. Amanda listened with her mouth open and her eyes wide open with the boldness of her scheme.
“You will have to work on him slowly Amanda” said Sheila leaning forward on her elbows as they faced each other across the table with the coffee steaming between them. “I am going to give you the latest tapes from Baby Dreams that we have just developed at the clinic, but first of all we need you both to meet with Dr McClean from the Institute Clinic who developed this external programme. We need to make Tom suggestible to the programme and this would be a softening up process. I am going to give you a very powerful drug that is going to give Tom a very bad night with a fever, vomiting and diarrhoea. You are going to have to call out the doctor to him and this is when we will have our own doctor make the house call, she will say she is a locum. After that it should be plain sailing”.
“Could we not just hypnotise him to think he is a baby?” asked Amanda
“We could, but this would be an artificial situation and could be a short term solution. Hypnotism requires an acceptance by the subject of what is being suggested to them. We need to sow a seed in Tom’s mind and then let the events develop and grow in his mind. Charlotte (our delivery man) was given quite an intensive programme and although he has turned out very well, he still needs expensive reinforcement therapy. We have been finding that a gradual and inevitable regression is more likely to be permanent and to become an accepted route by the subject.”
“Tom will not be hurt though will he?” asked Amanda with a look of concern “I don’t want him to experience any pain of abuse”.
“Not at all, the only unpleasant part will be the first night of sickness. We also need you to spend a few days at the clinic to learn some techniques that will make this treatment effective”.
The two women continued to plan their strategy and make some entries in Amanda’s diary. When Sheila left, there was a plan that seemed foolproof and certain.
Amanda attended the course at the clinic and was taught how to implement a series of keywords that would ensure that Tom would be compliant to his new treatment. In order for her not to fall for the subliminal messages herself, she had to be given a mental firewall that would protect her from the treatment she was giving to her husband. She was also supplied with a variety of drugs and medicines that would hasten Tom’s decline in this brand new therapy.
She arrived back at their home and Tom was delighted to have her home again and kissed her fully on the lips as she came through the door. She could feel his ardour press against her and did not resist his advances as he took her upstairs to their bedroom. She felt sexy and ready for love, she wondered whether she had been a little premature in her plans for Tom, however, true to form it was Tom who was premature and he squirted all over her long before they connected. He blushed with embarrassment as his stickiness ran over her. Amanda was caring and understanding, knowing that this situation was hopeless and that the plan would be executed as planned. She slipped the powder into his chilled champagne that he had thoughtfully put in their room as a prelude to their love making and watched him slowly sip the first stage of his treatment.
Within an hour Tom was retching in the bathroom, he convulsed in spasms as the drugs tore at him. His temperature soared into the low hundreds and Amanda was genuinely concerned for his safety. She telephoned Dr McClean and begged her to come quickly, as Tom became drenched in sweat and drifted in and out of a pained sleep.
The doctor duly arrived and gave Tom another injection to help him relax. At the same time it countered the nausea that was gripping the young man.
“Look at me Tom” she said shining a penlight into his pupils “I want you to look at me”. Tom looked at the light in a daze, his mind already reacting to the psychotropic effect of the injection. “Look at me and listen to every word I say”
She went through a complex series of commands and routines that implanted the few key words that had been taught to Amanda and ensured that he would slowly absorb the commands on the subliminal tapes. “You will now drift into a deep sleep and awake tomorrow remembering none of this conversation”.
A look of calm came over Tom and he drifted into a restful calm sleep.
“He may sleep so deeply tonight that he may well wet the bed” said the doctor “so I would put the plastic sheet under him tonight, but do not forget your training tomorrow it is absolutely critical. Start running the first of the music tapes tonight as well”.
Amanda nodded her agreement and after a few more reminders the doctor left to leave Amanda tingling with anticipation and in need of satisfaction from her vibrating toy friend. The very thought of the next few weeks left her weak-kneed with sexuality and excitement.
Tom awoke the next day feeling slightly groggy and realised with horror that he had soaked the bed. Amanda lay next to him knowing full well that he had lost control in the night and she too was more than slightly damp from his wetting.
“Oh my God” wailed Tom “I have wet the bed, Amanda I am so sorry. Oh no, I have soaked your side as well”.
“It doesn’t matter darling, the doctor told me that this might happen and we took the precaution of putting a rubber sheet on the bed to protect the mattress. I will soon have everything cleaned up so don’t be a big baby (key phrase) and help me take off these bed clothes.” She watched as the key phrase triggered part of Tom’s programming and his eyes were drawn to her ample firm breasts.
Tom could hardly keep his hands to himself and went to fondle his wife’s beautiful assets. “Not now Tom. Let us get the bed changed and I will see if we have any time left for a cuddle”. They worked in unison removing the wet bedding and wiping down the rubber sheet. “We had better leave that on the bed for now as the doctor said you might well have another accident tonight because the drugs she gave you were very strong”. In reality, the first stage of the programming was in effect and Tom was more than likely to have a babyish accident.
With the washing machine running and the new sheets fitted, the two newlyweds returned to the marital bed. Tom was fully aroused and totally fixated by Amanda’s breasts, she smiled at his new attention to her and slowly drew his head to her nipple. He sucked on her with a furious passion. “Gently baby, gently my big baby (reinforcement) you don’t want to make me sore”. Tom experienced two effects almost simultaneously, an explosive orgasm followed almost immediately by an urgent need to pee. He leapt out of bed “I am sorry, I am sorry, I am soooo sorry he” he shouted as he dashed for the en suite bathroom. He was already starting to dribble urine as he reached the loo.
He came back into the room embarrassed and distressed, Amanda thought he looked almost close to tears. “Come and have a cuddle Tom” she said kindly “come back and let me hold you”. Tom returned to the bed, the burning desire to look at Amanda’s breasts was as powerful as ever.
“You like these don’t you Tom?” she said lifting them to his face and wiggling them under his nose, “you really want to suck on me don’t you my big baby boy” (reinforcement). Tom slowly moved his head towards her nipple but Amanda pulled back laughing teasingly. “Not yet Tom, you have to make me happy first” she said pulling his head down “and you have to kiss and suck me until I have some pleasure, then you can have some of my titty”. Tom set about pleasuring his wife with reckless abandon and Amanda had wave after wave of pleasure that caused her to scream out in joy and ecstasy, she arched her back with a mighty groan, having had the most wonderful orgasm of her life. Tom surfaced and headed for his promised reward, but Amanda was already getting up and waggled her breasts at him “you are a good baby boy this time, but I will save your reward until tonight!” she said.
Tom looked at his wife’s breasts and had an almost irresistible urge to pee again. He was puzzled by this new weakness and made his second dash for the toilet. Amanda stared after him with a small smile on her lips. The plan seemed to be going exactly as predicted.
She made him a cup of tea as he finished shaving in the bathroom, her body still tingling within her soft white towelling dressing gown. As instructed she added a strong dose of diuretic to her husband’s brew in the teapot. She opened the coffee jar and made herself a drink.
Tom came down smelling of aftershave and dressed in a casual open necked shirt and blue shorts. “The doctor said that you must drink plenty of fluids after your tummy bug darling, so drink up your tea.”
“I am sorry about the accident Mandy, I haven’t wet the bed since I was about seven. I just do not know what happened to me”. He sipped his tea “Mmm this is nice, is it a new blend?” he said as the powerful diuretics slipped down his throat and headed straight to his kidneys to create some havoc.
“Yes, we had it on the course and I thought I would buy you some as a treat” said Amanda as she watched her husband pour himself a second cup. “Drink plenty, the doctor said you lost a lot of fluids with this bug, and more besides when you wet your bed my big baby boy (more reinforcement)”. Tom blushed bright red and felt his eyes drawn to his wife’s chest, he could not get the thought of them out of his mind, again he had an almost irresistible desire to suckle on her and the implanted message again caused him to want to urinate and again he sped off to the toilet. He made it with no more than seconds to spare, he had already lost a few drips in his underpants.
While he was gone Amanda topped up the pot with fresh water and added some more of the diuretic. She loosened the folds of her dressing gown and put some bread in the toaster as Tom returned looking embarrassed from his latest journey. She topped up his tea cup and passed him some buttered toast she had made and liberally coated in marmalade, leaning over him in such a way that her breasts were in his face. He reached up to put his hand in her dressing gown in the hopes of fondling her. It seemed the most vital thing on his mind, a total fixation that needed to be satisfied and Tom was crushed as Amanda stood up quickly with that new sly grin that he had never seen before. He did not know where the urge came from, but almost immediately he was desperate to go again. ‘How could this be?’ he thought ‘I have only just been, I must hold on a bit longer’. Good idea but poor plan and as a few drips made there way into his underwear again he decided it would be prudent to go the loo again.
Amanda watched with fascination, her plan was slowly coming together faster and more assuredly that she could ever imagined. Tom came back and Amanda noticed that there was a small spot beginning to form on the front of his shorts where his dribbling had exceeded the capacity of the thin fabric of his underwear.
“Tom, do you know you have wet yourself a little?” she asked looking down at the front of his shorts “you really are being a big baby (reinforcement), do I need to put you in terry towelling nappy pants (new keyword)?”
Tom felt his insides begin to curl up, the need to suck her breasts leapt to new heights and he just had to suck on something, anything. He felt his thumb slowly move towards his lips and with a huge effort he dragged his arm back down to his side. If that was not bad enough he was consumed by a massive thirst and a desperate need to go to the toilet again. He picked up his cup and drained the hot tea as again he set off on the familiar journey, with additional wetness being added to the front of his shorts.
End part 20
Feedback on the story so far would be nice - getting bored now!
Posted 26 February 2008 - 04:51 PM
Tom was in despair by the end of the day, Amanda kept calling him a big baby and every time she did so he was filled with an unquenchable desire to suck on her breasts and an unexplainable desire to go to the loo usually accompanied by some loss of bladder control. At lunch time he had changed his shorts and his underwear, because the small patch of wetness had begun to grow quite noticeably. As he was trying to secrete his wet shorts and pants into the laundry basket, Amanda had come up behind him and asked what was wrong. Again she had sort of sneered at him and asked if he wanted some training nappy pants and again he felt his thumb work its way up to his mouth. The desire to suckle was becoming unbearable and his distress was so apparent that Amanda suggested that he have a rest and listen to some of his new music that she had bought him.
Like a lamb to the slaughter he accepted her suggestion as she put on a CD of light classical music.
The subliminal messages took a hold almost at once as Amanda explained to him that his condition was probably brought about by the stress of his failing business and kissed him softly on the cheek.
The CD instructed him with more re-enforcing messages, “a big baby sucks on Mummy’s breast, a big baby does not use a potty, a big baby wets without thinking, a big baby wets her nappy, a soft warm nappy is fluffy and safe, a big baby loves to go in her nappy, when baby sucks her dummy she has to wet her nappy, a dummy is all a baby wants, a wet nappy and a dummy to suck is all baby wants. When you suck on Mummy you wet your nappy, if you cannot suck on Mummy you suck your dummy. You must have a nappy, you must have a dummy, you must be a baby. You wet your bed last night like a good baby, that was a good baby, you can wet yourself now, pretend you are wearing a nappy and wet it like a baby, suck your thumb and wet your nappy.
The messages went on and on behind the music as Tom’s eyes slowly closed as he lay recumbent on the leather sofa. You are falling asleep as a big baby, you will soon wet your nappy as you suck your thumb.
Tom’s thumb made its way to his mouth and he started sucking on it with passion. Amanda slipped into the room as Tom sucked furiously and smiled as a small wet patch appeared on the front of his trousers. The small patch grew and grew, until it extended all over the front of him and started to work its way down each leg. It even started to work is way up his shirt. He was awash with his own pee and a small satisfied smile appeared on his face as the subliminal messages praised him for going in his imaginary nappy like a good baby.
Amanda left him for a few minutes than gently gave him a shake
“Tom, Tom wake up darling you have had an accident while you were sleeping” she said gently feigning some alarm. “What is the matter with you? You are behaving like a big baby more and more these days”.
Tom reacted to the cue and his eyes turned to the breasts close to his head. He was desperate and realised with horror that he had been sucking his thumb so hard that it had started to prune and wrinkle. He tore it out of his mouth and made a grab for his wife. Amanda opened her blouse and knelt down beside him, easing her breast out of her white satin bra. Tom was groaning as his desire to suckle became unbearable and he latched on to her. Within less than 30 seconds he had added to the wetness of his clothes with a massive and explosive orgasm, he nuzzled into her breast with fresh fervour as he bathed his limp member in a fresh elimination of pee.
“It’s no good Tom,” she said “the stress is clearly getting too much for you. Look what you have done, you have wet yourself like a baby and ruined our sofa. I am not going to get cross, but we are going to have to take some precautions or else you are going to ruin all your clothes and all our furniture. I am sure this is just a temporary thing, will you let me help you?”
Tom nodded, he had to admit that the recent turn of events was outside of his understanding and control.
“Take off all those wet clothes and leave them on the bathroom floor, then take a nice long bath and I will come up and help you. I am just going next door to see Sheila for a few things. I am sure she can help us out”.
“I don’t want to get involved with that crowd” snapped Tom “she has all of her kids back in nappies and even her old man is incontinent and pees himself all the time”. Tom felt himself widdling a little more (where was all this urine coming from he thought to himself?). Amanda looked annoyed.
“We can either tackle this problem together, or you can sort yourself out” she said starting to go teary eyed. “I am only trying to help you. Your business is a disaster, we are up to our eyes in debt and all you can do is regress to an incontinent big baby. Sheila is a good friend to me and has suggested that I work for Baby Dreams, as she loves the things I have made to show her. Even you could become a part of that business and we might, yes we just might, get through all of this”.
Tom looked down at his sopping clothes and said “I am so sorry darling, I don’t know what is happening to me and I really appreciate your help. Go and see Sheila and see what she can come up with.”
He picked himself up from the sofa as Amanda returned with a bowl of water to sponge off the dampness from their furniture. Tom went to the bathroom and stripped off all his soaked clothes.
He ran a bath, and as he stood there watching the water flow from the taps, he absent mindedly sucked his thumb. It was several minutes before he realised what he was doing and when he did notice he withdrew it immediately only to have his mind crave something else to suck on. He saw in his mind the image of a baby’s dummy, he wanted to suck a dummy, he had to have a dummy. He realised with horror that the one thing he wanted more than anything else was to have his own dummy, a dummy that he could suck on whenever he felt the need or desired the comfort he knew it would bring. He turned off the taps to the bath and lowered himself into the water.
Amanda had already made plans with Sheila who had organised stock to be made available from her small warehouse. There were three large boxes waiting by her front door and she welcomed in Amanda as soon as she rang the door bell.
“I’ll give you a hand, let me get Darren and Simon, the rest of the family are working on a rush order” she said, picking up two sets of reins from the hooks in the hall. They jingled with small bells on the front leather panels which were in identical pink and declared “baby” in dark pink letters on the front.
“The two boys have just had some tea” she explained as she headed into the kitchen. Darren and Simon were sitting in their high chairs sucking on their dummies with their white terry bibs liberally covered with baked beans, Marmite and ice cream, both had most of their tea around their faces, their feeding greatly impaired by the thick woollen mittens they wore on their hands. “They were naughty today so they lost the use of their hands and had to wear their mittens.
She unclipped Darren from his high chair, took out his dummy and roughly wiped his face with the end of his bib while he was still wearing it. She reinserted his dummy and fixed on his walking reins. She repeated the procedure with Simon. “Come on my baby boys, you can help carry some things into Aunty Amanda’s house with Mummy”.
She went to the cupboard under the dresser and took out a cardboard box “some dummies” she explained “I expect Tom is almost ready for one now, you can carry these Darren”, she went to another cupboard and took out three large bibs similar to the ones being worn by her two boys and put then in a plastic bag, “You can carry these Simon and help me with one of the boxes as well”.
“What is all this stuff you have got me Sheila?” asked Amanda.
“Training towelling pants without plastic covers – two pairs” she said reading down her list, “training towelling nappy pants with protective plastic covers – two pairs, a dozen terry towelling nappies, three pairs of transparent plastic pants, two sippy cups, and a couple of onesies for night time sleeping. Look at you boys, all you have got on is a nappy and a tea-shirt. You will be alright running next door in just your booties” she laughed.
They trooped out of Sheila’s house and quickly covered the short distance between their two house. Sheila held the reins to Darren and Amanda controlled the reins to Simon – neither boy objected, they were so used to the treatment. Judging by the way that their nappies hung on their hips, they were both wet and in need of a change.
They piled the boxes in the lounge, Amanda had related the problems that Tom had been having on the way and Sheila opened up one of the smaller boxes. “You are lucky, because we only just made a large batch of these last week” she said “these will fit Tom.” She held up a pair of towelling training pants, double thickness of terry nappy at the back and six layers thick at the front. “This will hold a fairly bad accident, but not usually two” she said. “Tell Tom to slip them on and come down so I can see how they fit”.
Amanda rushed up to the bathroom as Tom was drying himself off. She passed him the training pants and told him to slip them on. He recoiled in horror. “Those are for toddlers” he complained “I am not wearing those, not ever.”
“Make up your mind Tom, wear the pants or get out” she exploded “do it, NOW, You are behaving like a big baby and you need this type of protection right now.” Tom did as he was told, the large padded terry towelling pants slipped up his legs and almost immediately needed to go to the toilet. He clutched the front of himself and managed to pull them down enough to relieve himself in the loo.
Amanda took his hand and led him downstairs to the waiting Sheila. The two boys sat on the couch sucking their dummies and they were not at all phased by seeing Tom in such babyish attire, since all their male family were similarly dressed.
“Perfect” said Sheila “those nappy pants could have been tailor made for you Tom” she said smiling (because they had been carefully made to Tom’s exact measurements). Tom was dying of embarrassment, and the latest trigger had started his thumb on the way to his mouth. He was so captivated by the sight of the two boys sucking their dummies that he forgot what he was doing and put his thumb in his mouth. Darren passed him the box he was holding and Tom removed his digit from his mouth and opened it. He went bright red as his desire to own and suck the two pink dummies was in direct conflict with his maturity.
“Dummies, what do I want with dummies?” he asked incredulously. Unfortunately the warm soft comfort of the nappy material against him, triggered another implanted message and he forgot to think about holding on to himself while he was ranting about the tendered gift. A yellow stain slowly started to spread across the front of his training pants and work its way between his legs.
“Good idea to test out you nappy pants” said Sheila smirking at the sight of Tom wetting himself in front of everybody, “as I said Amanda, they will easily take one accident, but probably not cope with two. But Amanda was pretending to be furious, even though inside she was thrilled with the rapid regression of her husband to babyhood.
“You big baby, you big booby, look at you wetting yourself in front of our neighbours, what is the matter with you?” She snatched the box from his hands and took out one of the dummies. “I want you to suck this, and if I see you take it out there will be trouble that you could not begin to imagine”. She stuffed it into Tom’s mouth, he resisted slightly at first, but in reality he could not wait to suck his new dummy.
The warmth of his freshly wet nappy, soft and fluffy against him coupled with the sensation of the big teat of his new dummy filling his mouth caused a new wave of subliminal programming to activate and he wet himself again. Half of him was dying of shame, the other half of him revelled in the delight that the programming had made him expect.
“I don’t think they are going to cope on their own Amanda, make Tom wear a pair of the plastic coated ones over the top otherwise he is going to start leaking after a bit. She shook out a pair of the infantile lined plastic pants and motioned for Tom to step into them. He was so engrossed in the new sensations that he was too stunned to argue. The feel of the transparent plastic caressing his legs as they were pulled up sent further triggers to his overloaded senses. He placed his hand on the front of his plastic panties and caressed himself gently through the thickness feeling the soft padding through the vinyl protective layer. The ring of his dummy wiggled furiously as he savoured the sensations of his new programming.
End part 21
Simon and Darren pointed at Tom and said in unison “Big Baby Mummy” and the two women laughed as Tom went bright red and wet his training pants so that the outer pair tinged yellow at the front. Amanda was thrilled at the rapid descent Tom was taking to being an overgrown toddler. He certainly was regressing much faster than she ever expected. He sucked nervously on his dummy his mind swimming at the turn of events.
The large knocker on their front door suddenly broke the mood with its banging. Amanda looked out of the window to see who it could be. “It’s Tom’s mum” she exclaimed “what a surprise we have for her today!” Sheila stood up to leave. “No, don’t go, stay and meet Sherry, I know she would like to meet you, especially as you have been so kind to us both. She is a lovely lady and we can all have a nice cup of tea.”
Amanda opened the door as Sheila hovered by her chair. Tom suddenly realised his current state and looked around the room as if there a means of escape. He decided to sit down and try to hide his new infantile clothing and took the dummy out of his mouth and put it beside him on the cushion of the chair.
His mother was a tall and distinguished looking lady who you could tell commanded respect and attention. Her steel-blue eyes were sharp, alert and piercing, capable of spotting anything out of the norm instantly. She swept into the room with Amanda close behind. “Where’s my boy? He never rings, never calls and is always so busy trying to make that business of his a success”. She swoops over to where Tom has just managed to seat himself and cover his lap with the daily newspaper. “Lost your manners Tom? Stand up and give your Mother a big hug.” Tom stood up trying to cover his soggy plastic training pants with the paper, but his mother was far too sharp to miss anything as obvious as that. “Where are your trousers?” she asked seeing his bare legs sticking out from behind the paper, which she swept aside with one sweeping gesture of her arm. “My God” she exclaimed as she saw the wet terry nappy material through the plastic pants “you’re wearing nappies. You are a full grown man back in nappies and more to the point you have wet them like a big baby”. John reacted immediately to the trigger phrase and once again he released more wetness into the soft folds of his absorbent toddler pants. “And what on earth is that?” she exclaimed, pointing to the large adult sized dummy on the chair, “it is far too big for these two baby boys here, so don’t tell me that you have taken to sucking a dummy as well?” She glared at him in disbelief, and her face moved to within inches of his. “I want to know exactly what is going on. I want to know why you have turned out to be such a disappointment to Amanda and why she has to treat you like a toddler back in nappies?” She picked up the dummy, examined it between her fingers and then not knowing what to do with it, suddenly turned on Tom and said “open your mouth”. Tom jumped and immediately obeyed as Sherry rammed the rubber teat between his lips. “Suck on your dummy you big baby, while I decide what has to be done here”.
Tom bravely tried to talk back to his mother (as he felt more wetness fill his pants in response to the trigger phrase) and babbled “I am not wearing nappies I just had an accident and was wearing some training pants to stop the damp patches”. He sounded infantile and he knew it. His mother grabbed the front of his terry-lined plastic pants “these are not an accident, you have wet them completely. It isn’t training pants you need, it is a good old-fashioned thick terry nappy and a good stout pair of clear plastic pants so that we can see exactly what a big baby you have become. Look at you, these pants are soaking and let me see here…”. She took hold of the waist band and looked inside. “You are wearing two pairs of training pants and have soaked them both”. Tom sucked forlornly on his dummy. “I am going to sort you out for Amanda. What a disappointment you must be for her, you are such a let down. You wet the bed until you were ten years old, so I might have guessed it was too good to last”.
Sherry looked at Amanda and then to Sheila as if looking for an explanation. Amanda broke the moment of tension by suggesting they should all go and make a cup of tea, while she would try and explain what had happened.
“Tom you play with the two boys while Sheila and I go and put the kettle on” said Amanda as she led Sherry and Sheila into the kitchen. Tom sat down with the two boys and started to show them how to make things with Lego blocks. Voices were raised in the kitchen and Tom heard snatches.
Amanda was saying his business was rubbish, they were in debt, the mortgage was in arrears and the honeymoon was a disaster. Tom was a useless lover and not very well endowed either, and now he had started to have his babyish accidents and wet the bed two nights in a row. She did love him and Sheila had offered her a well-paid job in the business to help ends meet. Tom then heard his mother say that she was trained in embroidery and needlepoint and would love to help out. In the meantime she was going to move in to sort out Tom and help her as much as she could, after all there was a spare room she could use. Amanda welcomed the idea. Tom was horrified.
He heard them returning to the lounge and he quickly went back to playing with the boys. “Look at the babies playing on the floor” said Sherry laughing, “and they all look as if they could do with a clean nappy!” The three of them turned to look at Tom’s mother all three dummies being sucked with pleasure and all three nappies soaked to capacity.
Sheila scooped up the reins of her two boys and said “we must be off. Lovely to meet you, Sherry. “ she said with a twinkle in her eye. “Do you need any more supplies Amanda? I have a dozen of those large night time nappies if you would like them?”
Sherry did not wait for Amanda to reply “We will take them and we will use them gladly my dear. How much do I owe you? I want some good quality plastic pants and some mittens to stop him playing with himself. I also want some big terry bibs with plastic vinyl backing. It is going to be fun having a baby back in the house.
End Part 22
Tom’s regression was really taking a hold and the desire to wet himself was growing stronger and stronger each time he let himself release into the fold of the terry training pants. The continual reinforcement of his subliminal programming was not helping him to be an adult.
At 6.30 Amanda and Sherry descended on him in the lounge. He was sitting on a plastic play mat in the middle of the lounge floor surrounded by the Lego bricks which he was putting back into their boxes. He was uncomfortable as his toddler pants had filled to capacity and leaked out onto the surface of the plastic. His tea-shirt was already starting to have a tide mark where his wetting had started to wick up the cloth. He was still sucking on his dummy and a thin line of dribble was running down his chin.
“Come on Tom” said his mother “time to get you sorted out. Let’s go upstairs and get you bathed and clean again”.
Tom stood up almost sloshing he was so wet. They went to the bathroom where Amanda pulled down his plastic training pants and inner terry protection. They plopped to the ground with a thud and the two women looked at each other with huge smiles. “What a big baby we have here today Sherry, look at him, have you ever seen such a pathetic little willy?” Amanda pulled out his dummy and put it in her pocket. She could swear that Tom looked almost disappointed.
“His father wasn’t much good either my dear, I had to have a whole succession of lovers to keep me satisfied and left him to look after himself with his dirty book collection”.
The bath was running with loads of huge bubbles, the unmistakable smell of baby powder infused the room. Sherry had opened the bathroom cabinet and taken out Tom’s razor. “Better to have this hair off Amanda, it will only lead to problems with nappy rash in the future”. She went round him cutting and scraping his hair off, which caused a wicked stinging that made Tom wriggle with discomfort. “Oh do keep still Tom, or else you will end up without this pathetic piece of manhood”. Amanda laughed again.
They pushed him into the bath and scrubbed him clean, he was glowing pink by the time they had finished and his groin was on fire. Amanda and Sherry set about drying him with a soft whiter towel and made sure he was completely dry. “Follow me Tom” said Amanda, “you have to get ready for bed”. In their bedroom there was a large white plastic sheet on top of the bed with a large terry nappy folded and ready to receive him. A large pair of plastic pants and a nappy liner was lying next to it.
“Can I put his nappy on him Amanda?” asked his mother “it is a long time since I have done this! Go on, lie down on your nappy Tom. My goodness your winkle looks even smaller if that is possible, I think the most suitable place for it is inside your nappy, it looks as its best use will be to do your wettings”. Amanda reached in to her pocket and inserted Tom’s dummy into his mouth, which she noticed Tom took rather too eagerly. Sherry smeared a thick oily white cream over his nappy area and then nearly choked him in a cloud of baby powder. She undid two large nappy pins and held them between her lips, then she pulled up the thick nappy between his legs and pulled one side round to the middle and pinned it securely. She then pulled the other side round and tugged it tight before inserting and securing the second pin. The plastic pants were totally transparent and looked almost as big as a carrier bag, Sherry shook them out and pulled first one foot and then the other through the elasticated leg openings. She then pulled them up his legs and told Tom to lift his bottom. In no time at all his giant fluffy white nappy was encased in the protective plastic of his pants. The loose edges were tucked in and Sherry patted the front of his pants saying “we can see when you need a change in these can’t we dear?”
Amanda looked at her pathetic husband lying on the bed sucking his dummy and wearing the largest nappy she had ever seen. “What a big baby you have turned into Tommy, who would have thought that I would be putting my husband back in nappies.” Tom looked hurt, he had no explanation for his recent accidents and behaviour, all he knew was that he wanted to suck on Amanda’s breasts and cuddle up to her.
The two women manhandled him to the floor and took him down to the kitchen. He sat at the kitchen table in nothing more than his nappy and plastic pants. He was already feeling the familiar pressure on his bladder and got up to go to the toilet. “Where do you think you are going Tommy” asked his wife.
“I need to do a wee” said Tom mumbling round his infantile dummy and barely intelligible. He started to step from one foot to the other as the pressure started to build.
“You are wearing a nappy now and babies do their wee wee in their nappies don’t they? So you just go in your nappy like a good baby”. The subliminal messages were wearing slightly thin as the day came to a close, but the many stimuli and feelings were powerful enough to override his decreasing control and the slow leak turned into a total flood. The two women watched with fascination as the front of Tom’s nappy showed a spreading wetness through his clear vinyl pants. They watched with disbelief as the wetness expanded from the centre of the nappy and made its way down between his legs.
“Those are wonderful nappies Amanda, he will be able to wet himself quite a few times before he needs changing and we can easily see when that change should happen. He loves sucking his dummy doesn’t he, I had an awful job trying to take it away from him when he was a toddler and had to give in eventually. He made such a fuss! He was the only child I knew who still had a dummy at the age of six, it was so embarrassing and he still had a his do-do to bed when he was nearly nine years old. He used to take his old baby shawl and a freshly laundered nappy to rub against his ear right up to his early teens. I had to cut bits off the shawl each month until it was no bigger than a handkerchief! I think he took his cuddling nappy (as we called it) to bed until he went to University”.
Tom looked mortified that his mother was telling all his deepest secrets to Amanda. He sucked forlornly on his dummy finding it comforting and helping to make the babyish revelations a little easier to bear.
His mother was now in full flood and continued her stories. “He took ages to potty train, he must have been almost four when I eventually got him dry during the day and out of nappies, but I still kept him in plastic training pants until he was six and then in terry towelling pants until he was almost eight I think. Of course, he wet the bed until he was twelve and I had to have special nappies made for him. He used to look so sweet in his bunny suit when he had been naughty or cheeky and I had some lovely flannel pyjamas made of Wyncyette for him that had large bottoms to fit in the bulk of his nappy. He was such a lovely baby, but my goodness he was sooo messy” Sherry stopped to have a chuckle as she brought up the vision “he was always dropping his food down his front and we always made sure that he wore his bib for every meal – he needed it! We always took his bib out with us when we went out, as you know his father walked out on us when he was a baby, so perhaps I was taking out my anger on Tom. I hated the idea of standing outside the male toilets waiting for him when we went out, so I used to put him in a nappy, as it was so much more convenient, and he had such a small bladder that he wanted to stop every five minutes. I found a pair of bibbed shorts for him to wear that allowed me to fit in his nappy, how he hated our trips to the department store, especially when we went to the fashion shows. If he wet a lot, I would stand him in a quiet corner and stuff a clean dry nappy inside his wet one to keep him going until we got home. He hated wearing that terry bib when we had a tea cake and cup of coffee, but money was so tight that I had to count every penny in those days. Clothes were expensive”.
Sherry sat back her face glowing with pride “My washing line always seemed to full of nappies in those days and my neighbours said that I had the whitest fluffiest nappies that they had ever seen. It did not do Tom any harm, I think he turned out very well, but I never expected him to want to go back to his early days” she said looking at Tom sitting beside her in his wet nappy and glaring at her with a look of pure hatred.
Amanda who had been cooking placed a plate of fish fingers and chips in front of her husband “we will eat later Sherry. I think your bib idea is a good one and I think Sheila put one in to the box of supplies she delivered”. She went into the hall and opened one of the boxes. “Here we are, I thought I had seen one” she said coming back into the kitchen bearing a white towelling bib, lined in a white vinyl with an appliqué teddy in one corner. “Would you like to put this on Tommy for me please Sherry?” The humiliating bib was tied around Tom’s neck and he felt his morale drop still further as his descent into babyhood took another step. His dummy was removed and placed next to his plate. Sheila shook up a bottle of tomato sauce and squirted a generous amount to his chips and fingers. Tom started to eat, but to his horror a chip laden with tomato sauce fell off the fork and skidded off his bib leaving behind a vivid flash of red as it landed back on his plate. The two women nodded knowingly.
Sheila filled a beaker that she had also found in the box and fitted the spouted lid. The drink had been laced with muscle relaxants, crushed sleeping pills and diuretics. She put it next to Tom’s dummy on the table. “I am not drinking out of a baby cup” he fumed as another piece of his tea fell on to his bib.
“You seem to be making such a mess Tommy, that I think this is a wise precaution” said Amanda beginning to relish the new infantile Tom. Tom was out of fight and picked up his sippy cup and drank with a gurgling hissing sound as the liquid in the beaker was replaced with air. Within minutes he was so sleepy and his muscles so relaxed that he could barely lift his arms. His last spoonful of dinner barely made it to his mouth and another load of food soiled his bib. He started to drift into sleep and wet his nappy with a fresh wetting.
“Come on sleepy head, time you went to bed” said Amanda. The two women took hold of Tom and dragged him to his feet. Amanda put his dummy to his lips and Tom took it automatically.
“Are you going to have him in your bed Amanda?” asked his mother.
“Yes, I like feeling him next to me and as long as I am not soaked, then he is welcome to stay” she laughed “do you think we should change him?”
“No dear” said Sherry “he will be alright and he has to get used to a wet nappy, even if that means he has a touch of nappy rash while his skin gets used to the new situation. He never had a problem as a boy, so I am sure he will soon get used to everything. We will leave him wearing his bib, because it will catch his dribbles. Do you have something for him to wear in bed dear?”
“Yes, I asked Sheila for a babygrow”. Amanda disappeared for a few moments to re-appear with a cream coloured bundle of softness which they manhandled onto Tom finally securing the garment with five large poppers between his legs. They arranged his bib and stood back to admire their work. Tom was lying peacefully on his back, his dummy being sucked rhythmically and the dribble being caught efficiently on his dirty bib. His waist was a puffy mass of nappy covered in the softest fabric with a small hint of nappy and plastic pants poking out from each leg opening of the new babywear.
“We had better put on his relaxation tape” said Amanda “he needs it to calm his nerves these days”. Sherry looked puzzled and examined the tape which had the label ‘No.4 dummy dependency, dirty nappy and bottle training”
“What’s going on here Amanda?” demanded Sherry “Tom is being manipulated isn’t he? You are deliberately making him turn into a big baby aren’t you? All of this regression is your doing isn’t it?”
Amanda looked embarrassed and worried “I had to do it, we would have to sell our home and I would loose Tom if I did not do something special. I love him so much Sherry, I do not want to see us fall apart. This job with Baby Dreams is just too good an opportunity, my designs are well liked and we have the opportunity to make some money and clear our debts”.
“I would have lent you the money dear” said Sherry “but I like your idea a lot more!” Sherry laughed and laughed, she patted the front of Tom’s nappy and then tussled his hair. “We can live with this and I think you have found the perfect solution. It is just like the old days”. Tom listened to the tape and started to wet his nappy, his mind full of the vision of a large toddler in a fluffy white nappy taking delight in making it dirty.
“You had better get out of here Sherry, or else you may be influenced by the subliminal messages!” They took one last look back at Tom, who was clearly in bliss as he continued to wet his nappy. “Hold on, I have an idea” said Sherry, who shot over to the chest of drawers, took out a large nappy and placed it in Tom’s hand. He felt the soft fabric and automatically moved it to his ear and rubbed it gently allowing the fresh smell to waft into his nose.
“Just like his old days!” exclaimed Sherry.
End part 23
Tom awoke the next morning still sucking blissfully on his dummy. His nappy was soaking wet and had just started to leak onto his under-sheet and babygrow. He had no recollection of wetting his nappy and could not even remember whether he awoke during the night to relieve himself. He clutched the nappy to his ear and turned onto his knees so he could bury his head in the soft fabric inhaling deeply while he sucked hard on his soother. The feeling was almost intoxicating.
Amanda and his mother crept quietly into the room to see Tom with bottom raised high in the air, sucking hard on his dummy while nuzzling into his comforting nappy. His nappied bottom looked enormous and the evidence of its wetness was clearly visible from the wet patches on his sheet and around the waist of his babygrow. Tom was oblivious to the presence of his mother and wife standing in the doorway when all at once he was gripped by a pain in his stomach. He pulled his legs closer to his stomach and the mental images planted in his mind from the messages given to him subliminally slowly clicked in. He knew it would be nice to make a mess in his nappy, all babies made a mess in their nappies, after all it was for that very reason that babies wore nappies. He was a baby, because the tape told him so, he wore a nappy, sucked a dummy and had to wear a bib. He had already wet his nappy and that was definite proof that he was a baby. His inner mind spent a few seconds trying to argue against the programming, but the pressure was building up within him. His programming told him it was what a good baby should do, his mind told him that this was the most disgusting thing a grown man could let happen. He sucked hard on his dummy to try and make the voices go away, he groaned out loud, the programming was starting to win over his adult ego and the forces of nature were almost beyond the point of no return.
Amanda looked puzzled and looked at Sherry who smiled knowingly. She whispered very quietly to Amanda “he is going to go poo-poo in his nappy, he always used to kneel like that when he was a toddler”. Amanda looked shocked.
“You mean he is actually going to do a number two in his nappy like a baby” she said in a barely audible voice.
“Unless I am very much mistaken, he is going to go any second now” she replied very softly.
Tom was in total conflict, the programming was hardly completed for this event and this was not to have been expected for many days or even weeks. His mind was regressing at a fast rate of knots and then the inevitable happened, as he could no longer stop the demands of his bowel. At first he tried to stop the process and then the decision was made, the programming in combination with all his babyish sensations decided his fate. He pushed hard and with determination, his face went red with the exertion.
Amanda gasped with surprise, Tom was trying to soil his nappy! He was really going to go in his nappy like a baby or untrained toddler. Sherry smiled at her and gave her a reassuring hug. Amanda went towards Tom with a view to stopping him, but Sherry held her back with a strong grip on her shoulder.
Tom continued to strain, he was experiencing a wave of pleasure that had made his willy go stiff in his wet nappy, the first part of the delivery was starting to arrive in the back of his baby protection. It felt wonderful, it was warm and heavy, he felt it weigh down in his nappy and he continued to push as more snaked its way into the soft confines of his baby toilet. His erection disappeared almost as quickly as it had arrived as the programming reinforced that his wee wee washing over his now limp member was more exciting.
Sherry broke his revelry and said “there’s a very good baby boy to go poo poo in your nappy. You liked that didn’t you?” she asked re-enforcing the programming and helping to break his will and toilet training. She patted the back of his nappy further heightening his sensorial experience. “What a good boy to go in your nappy, I expect you would like Amanda to give you a cuddle?”
Amanda was still quite shocked, although she had expected the programme to take her husband down the road of babification, she had not expected it to go quite this far. She went to Tom, he had rolled over on to his side and the bulge in the back of his nappy was very noticeable. “There’s a very good baby boy Tommy, what a good baby you have been to use your nappy to do a poo-poo and as a reward I am going to let you have a suck on Mummy’s breast”. Tom turned round as Amanda took her breast from her nightie and offered the nipple to his lips. She removed his dummy and he sucked on her with the fervent desire of a new born baby. Amanda smiled down at the sight of her husband suckling on her breast and felt the juices begin to run as this vision strangely excited her. It was the power she now exerted over him and the helplessness of her husband’s state that seemed to intoxicate her senses. Sherry indicated that she was going to make some drinks and left quietly, while Amanda put her hand between her legs and rubbed herself off to a massive and inexplicable orgasm that went on and on, wave after wave until she was dripping with sweat. Tom was aware of all that was happening, but his willy remained limp and not at all aroused, but he did enjoy the feeling of his saturated nappy taking a final soaking and warming from the last of his wettings.
Amanda removed her tingling and sensitive nipple from his lips and replaced his dummy. “That’s a good baby, you suck your dummy for Mummy while I get you cleaned up”.
We spare our gentle readers from the gruesome details of this clean up operation.
His days were becoming very simple, ten hours a day sewing, one hour working on his own business and another hour washing his nappies, plastic pants and other baby clothes. However, Amanda did the hanging of the freshly laundered clothes on her washing line. She liked the neighbours to see her putting the white nappies out in a long row across the garden with the plastic pants hung in puffy balls at the end of the row. At the other end the bibs were hung upside down with the strings dangling down, so there was no chance of mistake in identifying exactly was on display. There was little chance of mistaking what had happened to Tom, because many of his sewing lessons were taken in the garden in front of his drying baby clothes often dressed in his pretty bonnet to protect his head from the sun and always in his nappy and plastic pants.
We will rejoin Tom when he has learnt the finer skills of needlepoint, sewing and beadwork which will be taught to him by his two Mummies. Be assured that the family fortunes were now completely under control, a large and substantial order from a major London retailer in Knightsbridge (to mention no names) was phenomenal, this contract had quickly encouraged other orders from jealous competitors and Baby Dreams were subcontracting Amanda’s designs to other workers for a percentage commission on each unit made. The marriage was saved, Tom was a perfectly normal adult, attentive, polite and his only problem was that he was totally nappy dependent and an absolute misery if he lost his precious dummy. Any sign of rudeness and he knew that he would be sitting in a wet or dirty nappy for a very long time.
In the next chapter will be meeting another unfortunate worker recruited into the Baby Dream organisation, which was so much in demand for its high quality hand made baby clothes that demand was beginning to far outstrip supply. In the rural locations, where work was scarce the demand to become a part of the network was growing and rumour had started to circulate that the biggest profits were to be made where compliant males were somehow forced into slave labour. There were many idle men made redundant from mining districts and rural areas who were ripe for this type of recruitment. An unscrupulous, wicked and seductive temptress was about to become the most successful recruiter the company had ever seen and her methods were not pleasant. Not for the squeamish the next episode will be posted in a week or so.
End part 24
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For those that are interested - I have been banned from Buffalo Betties for some reason. This is a shame because I was going to finish "The Competition" which will now be the next part of this soap!
Sabina was of Brazilian extraction, tall, slim muscular and extremely fit. Her daily regime of working out with weights and training at the gym had left her with a body that rippled its muscles like an animal of prey with every step she took. Her tough upbringing in South America has left her mean and totally self-centred and she had no time for anybody but herself and her latest lover Amelia. Her abuse as a child had left her with a loathing for men, whom she despised and looked down upon with contempt. All her life she had rejected them and made sure that as they left they would be hurt either psychologically, physically or perfectly humiliated.
She was not lacking funds, her passage through life had exploited many men in return for funds, often through blackmail or potential scandal. Some might have called her quite wealthy, but with her financial methods came a reputation that made business extremely difficult, especially when some of the more spectacular affairs had caught the attention of the press and their associated paparazzi. She had dodged around the world to lose these photographic intruders and had eventually gone to ground in the small village next to Sheila’s. It was pure chance that Sabina met Sheila, because Sheila had nearly run her down in her Mercedes as Sabina went to the local shop to buy some groceries. They had started a row, but ended up laughing and joking and a slow but firm trust had started to build between the two of them.
She learnt how Sheila made the nappies for Baby Dreams (200 dozen a day and growing) and made commission on every new member she recruited. It was pyramid selling by any other name. Amanda and her mum were turning out Christening dresses and fine silks and satin wear at the rate of 5-6 dresses per day (at over £500 each this was not a bad start) and was also making huge commissions on the royalties from her designs.
Sabinsa knew that she had to find a niche in this growing empire for herself. They talked and talked for ages, the bibs were being made by numerous outworkers who just wanted pin money, others were making rompers, onesies and vests. They had some specialist milliners who were making bonnets and other head wear. The booties and mittens were being knitted and crocheted by numerous old ladies who were keen to add to their meagre pensions.
The one area where Baby Dreams had to buy in from outside was all the plastic goods, the bottles, feeders, rattles, dummies and other paraphernalia that a baby required. Another part of the business where goods had to be bought in was the plastic pants and vinyl liners for specialised dungarees, rompers and lined shorts. However, the margins on these goods was very small and would require a high degree of capital investment as well as a cheap labour force in order to compete with the inexpensive imports from the Far East.
Sabinsa had already formulated a plan and asked Sheila to give her a few days to think about it.
Next door (well a few hundred yards away) from Sabinsa’s house was an old MOD site which had come up for sale. It had a large deserted hanger and several mizzen huts in various stages of decay. The area was an old Battle of Britain airfield and although planning permission for any new dwelling was very unlikely, the existing buildings were able to be used for virtually any enterprise.
Sabinsa visited the site and did her research. In addition to the building above the ground, the site also had extensive underground bunkers and storage areas where the ordnance and other explosive materials had been stored. This area was extensive and well away from the buildings and the hanger, being approached by a staircase that disappeared into the ground and was covered by two huge steel doors that lay flush with the ground. Only one old man in the village remembered the underground bunker and she had plied him with numerous large brandies in the local pub to help his memory. Sadly he suffered a massive coronary the very next day much to the regret of the landlord who saw his largest customer pass away. Some of the old ritualistic South American Inca herbs uses by the local Shaman were very subtle.
So it was that Sabina bought the site at auction with little competition, there was no planning permissions for re-development and only the existing buildings could be renovated, there was no commercial appeal and nobody had the plans showing the old bunker system beneath. She was delighted.
Over the coming months, she and Amelia repaired the huts and refurbished the vast hanger, which despite its age had weathered rather well and needed far less work than they expected.
She and Amelia equipped the bunker complex with a unique set of equipment more becoming a medieval dungeon. Her time she had spend with an old established drug baron (who she had robbed of millions) had taught her most of what she needed to know in the not so gentle art of persuasion.
Drugs, pain and degradation were the tools that she planned to use on encouraging new members to join her workforce. She was prepared to be ruthless to achieve her goals and she and Amelia talked late into the night on many occasions as they planned their recruitment programme.
The equipment and materials were eventually installed in the large hanger by a well-known specialist Italian injection moulding company. The equipment cost a fortune and even the moulds from China were expensive. Only virgin PET was going to be used on the feeding bottles, and she had commissioned a design studio to produce her artwork for the finest transfers that were going to be integrated into the feeding bottles.
The quality and safety was going to be second to none.
The bunker was equipped stealthily during the night and they moved beds and other furniture from the huts to the bunker during the dead of night - in its remote location there was nobody to see or know what was happening beneath the ground.
The recruitment began in earnest.
Amelia and Sabina would go out each night and entice another lonely man into their cars either drugged in the club or pub or injected once they had come to their car for ‘something extra’. They chose victims who would not missed, people who were far from home or loners. They enticed people to visit them through chat rooms and other internet sites, grooming them with promises that would fulfil their wildest dreams.
In a matter of months they had over a dozen men secured in their bunker ready for processing. They were unwilling slaves who were about to be subjected to the cruellest of conditioning and control. To the world, these men had disappeared off the face of the earth, many of them were about to wish that they had never met this cruel pair.
End part 25
Amelia and Sabina dressed in the most unlikely nurses uniforms (more like strip-o-grams than reality) and donning their raincoats crossed from their back garden into the airfield. The door to their bunker was only a matter of a few short yards. They hauled up the large steel plates and descended the stairs
The bunker was left in darkness and as they opened the inner door, they were met by groans from the captives who were handcuffed to metal beds. Beside each bed was a large plastic pot for them to relieve themselves. In the pitch blackness many had missed their pots and so the whole dormitory had a smell of stale pee, sweat and best of all - fear.
“Issue the collars Amelia” said Sabina handing her lover a box of what appeared to be dog collars. However these collars were sophisticated tagging systems designed by Amelia who was an electronics wizard.
“Listen up boys, these collars will be unique to each of you. This whole complex is mapped out with sensor points and we can triangulate you to within a few centimetres. If you stray outside of the yellow lines painted on the floors you will be shocked by the collar, the further you stray the stronger the current. Touch the lock and you will be shocked, tamper with it in any way and you will be shocked”.
Amelia fitted the dozen collars and came back to stand by Sabina
“This is what it feels like on the lowest setting” she said pressing a master switch on her handset. The dozen men clutched their heads in unison writhing in pain and a couple fell to the floor and retched into their pots. “So do as you are told and you will not come to any harm. You may wonder why you are here. You are here because I need a workforce to make my products. By the time I have finished, you will be the best workers in the land, you will be skilled and proud of the work you do. You will be well fed, well cared for and permanently employed, but I am not going to pay you a penny” she said laughing “you are all going to be my slaves”.
The men started to shout out and wave their arms, the language became obscene, the violence was growing and Sabina pushed the switch on her handset. The noise stopped immediately and was replaced with a whimpering as she chose the second setting which was almost mind numbing as it was so painful.
A man called Arthur wet himself as he fell to floor in a foetal position. “We will take him first” said Sabina to Amelia “let us use him as the demonstration model! The rest of you can sit on your bunks until Arthur comes back.”
The two of them dragged Arthur through a steel door that had been one of the munitions stores for the Hurricanes’ machine guns. The door squeaked and complained as it swung back on its great iron hinges.
Inside the room it was white and clinical. Arthur was stooped over with his head down, his muscles still barely operating after the electric jolt. The two women stripped him of all his clothing and threw the garments into a large ‘wheelie’ bin. From the ceiling were suspended two bright chains that ended in manacles which they attached to his wrists. Amelia pushed a button on the hand set that dropped from the winch on the ceiling. Slowly the chains became tight and Arthur’s arms were drawn high above his head to leave him standing almost on tip toe.
The two women set about him with electric razors and shaved his whole body of hair, they then applied a foul smelling resin to his body that caused him to yell out in pain as the acidic blend of mimosine extracted from a rare breed of acacia tore into his skin killing follicle and irritating his skin.
They left him writhing in agony for half an hour, more than enough time for the potent blend to complete its job. They then prodded him to move along to a shower head fitted over a large stainless steel tray fitted into the floor with a drain. The water was turned on and the freezing water cascaded over him taking away the last residues of the preparation. He gasped with the coldness of the water as they took long handled brushes and rinsed off any parts that were still adhering to his skin.
“The next part is going to hurt” said Amelia who was holding a large hypodermic syringe in her hand. The two women smiled at each other. “This is going to eliminate any naughty thoughts you might have now or in the future, this little gem is going to be injected into your testicles and you are going to be chemically castrated. The only thing your dick is going to be used for from now on is peeing” she said in a voice that was sinister and threatening.
Arthur renewed his struggles, but with only his toes on the floor he could offer little resistant. Sabina held his legs while Amelia delivered a shot of the poisonous blend into his testes. He screamed in pain, the warm glow coursed through his scrotum and went between his legs and quickly developed into a hot burning pain that felt like pure acid. He had never known such pain and he let go a stream of urine as he lost control.
The girls laughed and danced around him with sadistic joy.
The pain became too much and Arthur collapsed hanging from his arms. The girls dried him off and rubbed his whole body with a soothing lotion in an attempt to calm the severe erythema. They grabbed his legs and ran him further along the track in the ceiling until they reached a stainless steel table, when they lifted his legs and lowered him down on the hoist. They turned him face down and spread his legs.
Sabina took an annular ring with two fine wires coming from its base and wedged it into his rear. A deep groove around its circumference ensured that it would stay in place. Amelia had inserted a large needled hyperdermic into his lower buttock and was threading a fine silicon tube beneath his skin, which ended in a small sensor terminal. Sabina threaded her two wires into this tube and Amelia soldered them to the terminal and applied a wet pad to cover it, before sealing it with a piece of adhesive tape. None of this was done with any form of local anaesthetic and Arthur who had been on the verge of coming round let out an agonising yell and slipped out of consciousness again. The ring in his bottom was capable of expanding if the terminals became dry. It would not stop expanding until it became wet and the conductivity increased. It was a merciless torture guaranteed to give results.
They turned him round powdered him in baby powder and slipped a huge white nappy under his bottom and pinned up the two sides. Amelia shook out a pair of plastic plants a slipped them up his legs. They then dressed him in a large pink footed sleeper which had both fitted mittens and covered his feet. The poppers ran down the front and across his crutch.
He started to come round once again, the pain in his scrotum was unbearable, but the ring in his behind was agony. They pushed the button on the hoist and he was hauled up into a sitting position. They tied a white bib around his neck, which was in plain white terry towelling and simply said “Baby Arthur stage 1”.
He opened his mouth to say something and was rewarded by a large pink dummy being forced between his lips. The dummy was attached to his sleeper by a ribbon that they pinned to him with a nappy pin.
Around his waist they buckled a small belt which contained six pockets. Into each pocket they placed a baby’s bottle full of a pink liquid. “These are for you to drink Arthur, because if you do not keep your nappy wet, your expander is going to grow and grow until you split in two. We have put a wet pad over the sensors in order to give you an hour or two to make your nappy wet enough to stop this from happening. It will evaluate your wetness every 20 minutes. If you fail to comply, then this gadget is going to tear you apart and you will damage and eventually destroy the muscles that control your eliminations. Your sphincter will lose all control and you don’t want that do you?”
Arthur tried to take in everything that had happened to him, he was in a painful haze of disbelief. He realised these women were totally mad but meant business. He spat out the dummy and took one of the bottles from his harness. Feeling more than a little foolish he started to suck on the first bottle, he was not so foolish as not to appreciate that these two meant everything they said.
“This will help you a lot” said Amelia who had loaded another hypodermic “it is a relative of the curare family, but it will not kill you, just help you to relax”. She plunged the needle into his neck and pressed the plunger. Almost immediately Arthur felt his body begin to slump, his heart rate fell dramatically and he was overtaken by a feeling of intense calm. The women helped him off the table and into a wheelchair, which they wheeled back into the dormitory. Arthur was off-loaded onto his bunk sucking his feeding bottle and looking like an overgrown baby who had been kept up well past his bedtime.
They took Bill away for some treatment.
After an hour and a half the pad on Arthur’s buttock was beginning to dry and the first notch on the expander opened up – Arthur yelped in pain and renewed his sucking, he tried desperately to wet his nappy in the hopes that the ring would not expand any more. He knew he had about quarter of an hour before this would happen, but the more he tried to go the harder it seemed, his body would not forget the years of training and control without a fight. Eventually he slumped back the drugs had relaxed him, but the fear was beginning to frighten him, like when he played hide-and-seek and was about to be discovered. This sensation was all he needed and he flooded his nappy, it ran down between his legs and soaked through the plaster and onto the sensor. He could have cried with joy as the expander rested back with a click.
End part 26
Posted 08 March 2008 - 11:19 AM
Thank you so much,
Posted 08 March 2008 - 12:10 PM
Bill was in the clinical room and had been stripped of all his hair. The girls had another plan for Bill which was totally different to Arthur’s little invention. He was being fitted with a catheter that had a major difference, because this one had a small piece of electronic wizardry that opened a valve within the device at a preset time. It also had an umbrella tip that when fitted would open inside the wall of his bladder and make removal impossible without a complex surgical procedure. Insertion was painful to say the very least, as the electronics, although miniaturised were still very large to fit into such a narrow channel. The ‘brolly’ was deployed and the tubing unscrewed from the unit. The device was now firmly embedded within him.
“You will love this Bill, if you are good you will pee every 30 minutes, but if you are disobedient, then we will switch the unit inside you off. You will be in agony if you cannot relieve yourself, so don’t make us cross will you baby?”
Bill looked at them in horror.
They nappied him with rapid efficiency and took out a reel of polythene tubing which they tried to poke up his nose. He struggled and writhed as the tube made its passage down the back of his throat and caused him to gag. He screamed and made violent threats to an unseen audience. The room mates on the other side of the steel could only imagine at what horrors Bill was undergoing. The tube was inserted into his stomach and without anaesthetic they stitched the tubing to his cheek and ensured the arrangement was permanent. The pain was unbearable and Bill slipped in and out of consciousness. When he awoke, he saw that he had been encased in a baby grow and was wearing reins that had a large box attached to the breast plate from which came the other end of the plastic tube that resided in his stomach. It whirred quietly and he could see milky fluid moving up the tube.
“It is an automatic feeder baby” said Amelia with an evil grin “it holds almost a gallon of a special diuretic mixture laced with a cocktail of exciting things to make you happy. It will feed you at the rate of 3 litres an hour, ensuring that your bladder will be totally full every 20 minutes or so, but sadly your release valve is set for every 30 minutes unless you can prove to us that you are going to be totally compliant and do everything we say.”
Bill was already desperate to pee “Please let me go to the toilet”
“Sorry, what did you say?” asked Amelia looking down at him, as she increased the flow rate in the pump. The pressure inside Bill was starting to build, the valve was water-tight, not a drip seemed able to escape, he squirmed as the pain started to build. He strained to force out some of the volume in his bladder to no avail. The idea of wetting himself while wearing a baby’s nappy was the last thing on his mind. He tried so hard to pee that he almost pooped himself, but the gadget controlling him was remorseless. He started to sweat as his body fought against the pressure.
“Please let me go to the toilet” repeated Bill “I am begging you”
“What are you wearing?” prompted Amelia
“A nappy” said Bill, the idea went through his mind for a few seconds as he made the correct connections and he came to the right answer “please let me wet in my nappy Nanny, let me do pee pee in my nappy, me good baby”. He was screaming now, the pain was beyond belief, his brain unable to understand why muscles were not working. If these evil women wanted him to behave like a toddler, then he was happy to play. The need to have some relief was now off scale.
Amelia laughed and pressed a button on the control panel, the valve deep inside him opened up and he flooded the thirsty terry cloth. Bill had never been so grateful for anything in his whole life, he revelled in the relief, he even enjoyed the warm feeling that now encased his gushing member. The drugs in the blend were affecting his judgement, his senses were heightened to screaming pitch. The pressure was already starting to build and his thoughts as he was being taken out of the preparation room was how long before the valve would open again? His whole life was focussed on how long before he could wet his nappy. He sucked on the dummy that they had put in his mouth and wondered how he was going to survive the rest of his life.
End part 27
Posted 08 March 2008 - 05:19 PM
Antonia, you are amazing!
Posted 09 March 2008 - 04:41 AM
Hugs and best wishes from Baby Jennie
Posted 09 March 2008 - 06:10 AM
Arthur in the adjoining bunk was having his own problems. He too was drinking the bottles as fast as he could in order to produce enough wetness to keep the sensors from driving the expander. Little did he realise that within the feed he was consuming lay a tranquilliser and sedative that were slowly letting him slip into a deep sleep. As he was about to drift off Sabina came in clutching a clean nappy and a pair of plastic pants.
“Lift up” she said pulling at his pants “let’s get you freshened up before you fall asleep”. She removed his wet terry nappy and replaced it with a clean one, she did not bother to clean or powder him, because nappy rash would be a part of her plans for him. Nonetheless Arthur was grateful for the clean and fresh softness, however, had he been thinking straight he would have realised that the sensors were now close to drying out again. She just managed to pull up the plastic pants and snuggle his nappy into place as he was drifting off into a deep sleep.
Sabina stood at the foot of his bed watching him as the electronics sent a message to the annular ring in Arthur’s rear. He screamed into his dummy as the pain ripped through him and he at once started to try and wet his nappy, now totally alert and with tears streaming down his face. A small smile appeared on the face of his torturer as Arthur went red in the face as he tried to force some liquid into the drying terry cloth diaper. Time passed and once again the ring clicked open another notch as the required wetness failed to materialise. This new surge of pain triggered his brain to allow a small trickle to escape him and satisfy the relentless and unforgiving sensor. The ring clicked back one notch, still leaving him in tremendous discomfort. Once again the pain subsided sufficiently for him to drift off into sleep once again. Again and again he forgot to wet in time and he suffered the painful punishment.
Sabina changed him twice more that evening as he became more and more exhausted sucking furiously on the bottle to maintain a constant supply of liquid. His life revolved around the intruder that lived in his body, the sucking became automatic and with the first twitch of expansion his brain released a stream of his babyish wetness to flow deep into his nappy. The whole challenge was relentless and it was only a matter of hours before his brain had released all conscious control over his bladder as Arthur drank and wet at intervals that were measured in seconds rather than minutes. Deep within his subconscious a part of him had worked out that constantly being wet and continually wetting his nappy like a small baby was the only way to stop the pain. The basic skill of potty training that had been learnt over his early years had been totally eradicated in a few short hours.
Sabina came the next morning to see an Arthur who was totally wrecked and exhausted. His bottles had been replenished and refilled throughout the night. Sabina and Amelia had filled him up with almost six litres of fluids and now as they were trying to take the feeding nipple from his mouth he started to scream. They tried to placate him with soothing sounds and reassure him that the expander was turned off, but his brain refused to believe them. The supply from the bottles was deeply entrenched in his mind with the wetness to keep him free from pain.
They put a big dummy in his mouth which seemed to pacify him then gave him a much needed change. Arthur was so stressed, twitchy and wide eyed that Sabina decided to give him a calming talk. “You have been a very good boy Arthur” she said sitting on the side of his bed “I will take out the ring tomorrow if you promise to be good”. She pushed him back so that he was lying down and started to undo the belt with the six feeding bottles that were now empty.
Arthur looked at her over the ring of his dummy, sucking for all he was worth. “Nnnng” he tried to speak through the teat as she removed the contraption that fed him. He was now paranoid about having enough liquids to fuel his wetting. As they replaced his wet nappy they noted that he now seemed to dribble urine almost continuously. The expander was left in place, but they were both quite sure that Arthur had been mentally broken in the space of one short night. They decided to keep him in training for a further 24 hours before removing the device.
The two women lavished great care on Arthur who had responded to their harsh treatment better than they could have ever wished. He was dressed in a white t-shirt and puffy white romper suit trimmed in pink rosebuds that was large enough to accommodate his bulky nappies. On his feet they put some woolly booties that tied with a pink ribbon. His white mittens and a plastic backed terry bib that they tied around his neck completed the ensemble. The dummy that was bringing him such comfort was tied on a ribbon that was pinned to his t-shirt.
A baby harness was strapped around him and he was led on the reins to the breakfast area that was off one corner of the dormitory and clipped into a large high chair. He looked around the room. It was part of a cavernous room that together with the dormitory and the preparation room had been partitioned off with stud partitioning. There were probably twenty other high chairs up against the wall and another dozen or so set around the edge of the huge wooden refectory table. He sat alone in the room trying to turn round in the restrictive space of his high chair and he turned both to the left and to the right in order to try and see what was directly behind him but the baby harness around his shoulders and chest firmly pinned him into his seat. His bib covered the little bells on the breast plate and muffled their tinkling. The constant sucking on the dummy had not abated at all and he had succeeded in drooling sufficiently to make the neck of his bib quite damp so making it feel cool to his skin.
A sudden unexplained panic attack caused an unexpected wet release in his nappy and he clamped down involuntarily against the metal ring in his bottom.
A door opened at the other end of the room and a girl wearing a simple blue uniform with a white apron came into the room carrying a tray which had bacon sandwiches and two full bottles of what looked like milk. Arthur began to salivate and dribble poured between the gap of his dummy and his lips to further saturate his terry bib.
The nurse said nothing, but released the bows on his mittens and pulled the dummy from his lips and laid it on the tray beside his tempting sandwiches. Arthur was so hungry that he rushed into the sandwiches with reckless abandon - the molten butter, tomato sauce (ketchup) and crumbs fell from his mouth and further soiled the white bib. He ate until it was all gone, wiping a splodge on his bib with his finger and savouring the flavour then he picked up the plastic bowl in which the food had been placed and ran his tongue around the rim. In no time at all the saltiness of the bacon made him realise just how thirsty he was and he picked up the bottle, tipped back his head, and started sucking the sweet formula for all he was worth. The women in the control room looked at the images from the CCTV placed in the dining room and laughed at his childish behaviour. He looked every bit the toddler and was playing the role perfectly. The final enactment of his return to babyhood was when he was half way through his second bottle and the sleeping medication that had been added to the formula kicked in. His head slumped, the teat of the bottle still in his mouth as he slowly nodded off, his head jerking a few times as he tried to wake up, before he fell forward in a deep sleep.
Three nurses went into the dining room and helped him sleep walk back to his bed which was now fitted like a cot with bars, so that he would not fall out while he slept.
They changed his wet nappy and made him fresh and clean again. As one pulled up a clean pair of plastic pants, another nurse was setting the annular ring back into operation with a switch on the control box. The third nurse offered up a dummy to his lips which took suction almost immediately and she pulled out the centre ring to fit a tube that ran to a large bag of fluid on a stand by his head. Almost immediately the bag gurgled slightly as Arthur started to draw in the fluid with his frantic sucking. Memories of the night flooded back and he fell into a routine that his subconscious had devised and implemented for his painless existence. In a minute he had emptied the small content of his bladder into his clean nappy. One nurse nudged the others as the front of his nappy yellowed in front of them – they giggled to each other and pulling up the bars left for the nurse’s station.
In the next cot Bill was about to have a huge surprise.....
End part 28
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