Simple Simon

[antonia]

Chapter 15

Angela and Mrs Fielder sat Simon in his high chair with Felicity marvelling at the enormous size of his new nappies. Simon could not help himself and was wet within half an hour of being changed and he barely noticed the warm wetness flooding into the softness of his nappy. The washing machine in the utility room entered the spin cycle as Simon spilt his cereal breakfast down his bib as his coordination continued to degenerate. The sight of a dirty bib as he looked down, no longer came as a surprise to him, although the bulge of the pink romper suit was something that he had never seen before. The small glimpse of a small tuft of white nappy and translucent plastic pants peaking out from the elasticated leg opening of his baby clothes was disconcerting. He barely remembered being dressed as his mind seemed so preoccupied with the pain in his foot and to prevent the pain from ever coming back.

As he suc-ked his bottle and wet his nappy once again, Angela put a woolly baby bonnet on his head and tied it on with a ribbon that she fastened with a bow beneath his chin. A blindfold was tied around his eyes and all became dark. His ears were filled with the sound of infantile nursery rhymes which filled his head with their over-enthusiastic recital. He groaned inwardly, the volume was too loud to be ignored and he shook his head in a futile attempt to dislodge the bonnet. He tried to raise his hands, but they were encased in mitten and totally useless as they were now being attached to his white harness with little fluffy cuffs. Mrs Fielder slapped the back of his hand to stop him struggling.

The volume increased another setting and was almost unbearable in his ears. Wires were attached to his feet. The recording finished the nursery rhyme and a baby voice gurgled and screeched with delight as a female voice encouraged the unknown infant to applaud and enjoy the recital. The voice instructed Simon to do the same, but Simon ignored the instruction. His foot started to burn. Simon immediately shouted out “Hurrah” in an adult voice, but the recording instructed him to be a baby and do it again. Simon copied what he had heard in the recording and a hand rubbed the front of his nappy.

The process repeated all day. Simon was fed a diet of nursery rhymes and then questions presented in an infantile way in baby talk. He answered as babyishly as he possibly could and even practiced speaking with a very infantile and girly lisp which rewarded him with a nappy rubbing that took him to the very edge of a climax.

He made mistakes of course and was rewarded with burns that caused his foot to bleed inside his woolly bootie. When it came to a nappy change he could not walk on either of his feet, because they had been so badly damaged over the three day period. He had to crawl to the lounge where his changing mat had been placed on the floor. The mittens and blindfold were not taken  off and his whole day was spent in darkness with only the headphones in his bonnet for company and communication. As his nappy was being changed the voice in his head told him to gurgle with excitement and to clap his released hands. He ignored the request and was rewarded with more pain in his foot. Immediately he began clapping and gurgling and the hand rubbed the front of his newly fitted nappy as the plastic pants were being drawn up over his legs. The voice taught him new words in baby talk and all afternoon he was instructed to point to his nappy, his bib, his plastic pants and dummy while repeating the words he was being taught. “Babba go wee wee nappy” he chanted, “babba bockle gone, want dum dum”. The exercise went on and on all through the night, the voice changed from Angela to Mrs Fielder to Felicity. Simon had no idea of the time, every time he failed to respond he was brought back to an alert state with a jolt of heat to his sore foot.

He was still fed and changed, every error was punished, while all that he got right was rewarded with cuddles and pats and gentle rubbing to his nappy. He mumbled and gurgled past his dummy while waving his arms and clapping his hands to the most infantile of suggestions. He made no attempt to remove his bonnet or his blindfold, because he knew that this had the reward of burning pain. The day continued relentlessly, sleep derivation continued to make his thought processes slower and more confused. They let him sleep erratically for minutes at a time, sometimes for an hour, but all the while the voices kept on and on.

This treatment kept on for the whole week, Simon had no idea what day it was or whether it was day or night until the removal of the blindfold showed him that it was daytime. His mind thought in the new language he had been taught, reduced to the lowest level. “Babba want bockle?” the voice enquired.

“Nnng!” Simon answered through his dummy waving his arms in the air

“Babba got wet nappy?” asked the voice. Simon no longer knew whether he was wet or dry, all he knew was that he was wearing a nappy and that was all he needed to know. He looked vacant and suc-ked his dummy.

The bonnet was now removed and the silence was deafening – he wet his nappy profusely with the shock of the change. Simon did not realise he was doing it. He held up his hands to Felicity “Bockle, bockle” he demanded suc-king hard on his dummy.

The wires were removed from his feet, the damage to his feet had been severe and Simon cried like a baby with the pain. Mrs Fielder hugged him and he buried his head in her breast. She removed her breast from her bra and offered it to Simon who took it between his lips and began suc-king as if it were the most natural act in the world.

“Good work Angela” she said “he has turned out very well”. She put her hand on the front of Simon’s plastic pants and was rewarded with feeling him wet his nappy again. His enjoyment of her breast was not disturbed in any way by his wetting, which for Simon was now totally natural and totally expected – the programming had been thorough.

Simon was changed into a new fluffy nappy that had just been dried on the line in the sun along with another dozen in the garden and then warmed through in the tumble drier. He smiled as he waved his plastic pants at her and grinned over the top of his dummy. She dressed him in pretty blue gingham dress and pulled a matching pair of knickers over his plastic plants that were lined with a line of ribbons over the bottom.

Around his neck she tied a new white terry bib lined in PVC. The words on the front said “Baby Dreams”

“I think we will get a good price for Simon don’t you” said Mrs Fielder taking a picture of me with her digital camera “another one for the wall Felicity and the new academic year starts in a month’s time!”

THE END