Lip Service

[Vicky]

Phillip looked at the bulky mass of shiny pink material in Dr. Davenport's gleaming crimson manicured fingers.  The next thing he knew she was pulling over his head!  

"This device is going to be a lifesaver for you Rita!  There is a built in MP3 player and headphones inside the lining of the bonnet."

Bonnet!!! Phillip's lips began to tremble violently around the rubber shaft of his binky, resulting in a long string of wet sputtering squeaks.  He could feel his fists inside their fat pink ball prisons, already clutched tight, involuntarily make an even tighter fist.  He wanted to lash out, but he was too cowed by the closeness of Dr. Davenport as she tied two wide pink ribbons in a large bow that rested to one side of his chin.

If Little Phillip gets a little cranky or uncooperative, there are lovely melodies that will play to put him in the right frame of mind.  Let me demonstrate."

Dr. Davenport pulled at a ruffled flap on the side of the bonnet, and the velcro gaveway to reveal some small controls.  Her fingers fiddled with a dail.  Suddenly a loud nursery rhyme began to play in Phillip's ears.

"Here we go round the mulberry bush!!!!" rang out an enthusiastic female voice, whose voice was dripping with maternal sweetness.  Dr. Davenport's smooth red lips kept moving, but Phillip could only hear the juvenile music.  Unconciously, he began to suc-kle his binky in rythym with the repetitive melody.  The music made it impossible to even think.  Phillip's hands came up and the soft vinyl covered balls bounced against the sides of the pink satin bonnet covering Phillip's ears.  Phillip then held them there, as if he was trying to put his hands over his ears.  Dr. Davenport, his mother, and the nurse all began laughing simultaneously.  The truth was he had never looked sillier in his life.

Phillip couldn't hear the laughing as the nursery rhyme played over and over again, but he could see the full throated mirth of all three women.  Dr. Davenport caught Phillip's eye, and this time she winked slowly so there could be no doubt of it.  Her shiny red lips curled into an even more satisfied smile.

Phillip quickly averted his eyes, but he could feel the hot blood rising in his cheeks.  He kept his eyes down, forcing him to stare at the pink stuffed bear that Mother insisted he clutch like a toddler.  He wouldn't give Dr. Davenport the satisfaction of locking his eyes with his cheeks ablaze.  It was as if she was taunting him.  Why didn't Mother see those conspiratorial winks, why didn't she see that this mad doctor was playing some incomprehensible game with him?!!  With resigned defeat, Phillip lowered his arms and rested the pink balls his lap.  Dr. Davenport finally reached under the flap and switched off the blaring music.  All three women were looking down at him with satisfied smiles.

"Now then Rita, let's take a looke at those chapped lips."  Dr. Davenport had to remove his bonnet to so that the thick pink strap could be unhooked from his binky, but she quickly put it back on, seeming to tie and even bigger pink bow under the side of is chin, so that Phillip felt like he were growing a second head.  His thoughts were broken when Dr. Davenport curled her forefinger into the pink plastic ring at the end of Phillip's binky and slowly pulled it out until the bulbous head slid out and broke the seal of Phillip's lips with a wet popping sound.

Phillip wiggled his jaw back and forth, and gratefully brought his lips together for the first time in ages.

"Yes, I see the problem.  We can do two things for this condition."  She turned to the nurse and spouted off a strings of instructions.  The nurse went to the cabinets and began pulling down different items.  Dr. Davenport had Phillip lay back on the padded examination table.  She then pulled up a wide leather strap and pinned his arms and chest snugly to the table.  She then pulled up a second strap, which came right over his hips so that it pressed down directly on the pajama material, plastic panties and thick diapers that covered his privates, which were still swollen from his prior examination.  Dr. Daveport pulled the belt even tighter, until the he felt an extreme pressure on his bladder.  She then cinched a third belt around his ankles.  He was completely immobilizied.  Dr. Davenport casually rested one hand on the belt over his crotch, and it pressed down evern more firmly.  The need to urinate began to increase, and Phillip unconciously made a suc-king sound with his lips, forgetting that for the first time in ages his mouth was mercifully empty.

"Don't worry Little Phillip, you'll get your binky back in a jiffy!!"  Dr. Davenport took his face between her thumb and forefinger and wiggled it back and forth and then "beeped" him on the nose.  Phillip was about to explain that he was NOT trying to regain his binky when Dr. Davenport was once again working her hands into a pair of latex gloves.  She coated Phillip's lips with a cotton ball soaked in an icy liquid.  Phillip's lips instantly became numb.  Then Dr. Davenport picked up a hypodermic.  Phillip's eyes jerked open like saucers.  As the nurse took hold of either side of his bonneted head, immobilizing it, Dr. Davenport leaned over him until her face was inches from his.  Her perfume washed over him.  Her hand seemed to press down more firmly on the leather belt, causing his pen-is to stiffen but his need to urinate even more urgent.

"Now den Little Phillip doesn't have to worry his pretty head about anything!!!  You won't feel a thing sweetheart!"  With that she injected his upper lip.  He felt nothing but a numbness.  As the nurse's hands kept his face immobile, Dr. Davenport finished the injections.

"These collagen injections will help Little Phillip's lips retain more moisture and prevent chapping.  His lips will appear "bee stung" but the fullness will keep them moist and supple.  Also the pouting effect caused by the injections will aid Little Phillip in achieving that perfect "O"!  Phillip opened and closed his mouth.  He felt something flapping but his lips were still anesthisized.

"Now in addition, this cream will aid in moisturizing."  Dr. Davenport picked up a plastic tube, removed the top, and turned the bottom.  Out popped a head like a chapstick or a tube of lipstick.  

"I want you to apply a coating of this to Little Phillip's lips at least twice a day,  more if needed.  You'll notice it will stain his lips a faint pink color but don't be alarmed, that is part of its protective features.  With that Dr. Davenport reached down and coated Phillip's lips with the balm.  His mother looked on like the Cheshire Cat, a smile of satisfied approval in everything she had been shown.  Dr. Davenport picked up Phillip's binky, the pink rubber strap hanging from one end.

"Fortunately these collagen injections don't require any post-op period, Phillip can resume his therapy immediately.  In fact now that his lips have been coated with the moisturizing balm, with the increased soft fullness of his lips, Little Phillip will probably suc-kler more comfortably than ever."  She turned to look down at her charge.  "Won't you little Silly Philly!!!"  With a laugh, she "chucked" him under the chin and used her thumb to signify that he should part his lips.

"Open up like a good baby for Doctor D!"  Phillip parted his numb lips.

But Dr. Davenport hesitated. "Almost forgot!"

Phillip sat there dumbly with his mouth opened.  Dr. Davenport had poured some yellow oil over the shaft of the binky.  Before Phillip could react, the castor oil saturated shaft was tickling the back of his throat, the pink heart-shaped plastic guard firmly covering his creamy fat inflated lips.  Phillip began to blanch against the shaft of the binkly, causing the oil to trickle down his throat.  It was horrble!!!! Finally it seemed like the more he suc-ked the slightly better the binky began to taste as the oil was licked off, that he began to suc-k quickly and frantically.  The women all laughed at the site.

"Now Rita, do to Little Phillip's constipation, I want all his meals pureed until further notice."

"Oh yes Dr. Davenport!!!  I'll be sure to blend everything till its smooth as tapioca!!" his Mother enthused.

"Exellent Rita.  Make sure that Little Phillip gets lots of greens, spinach, peas, broccoli, and don't forget the nutritious yellows like squash and carrot!  That should get him regular!!  But I want you to administer the enemas for the time being."

Philllip felt like he was in a daze.  He was lead between Dr. Davenport and his Mother by both wrists where the pink balls were buckled.  The nurse ceremoniously carried Pinky Bear at the rear.  They marched back to the reception area.  Oh no!!!!!!  Phillip's eyes were glued to the floor as they led him to a chair.  He was acutely aware of the ruffled border of the bonnet framing his face and the huge bow wedged under his chin.  Now the strap of his binky was over the back of the bonnet, securing it more tightly to his head.  When they sat him down, he could see the bottom of the receptionist's desk just in front of him.  They had seated him in the center of the first row again, directly in front of her.

"Now then Little Phillip, Doctor and Mummy have important things to discuss.  You be an extra good baby boy, and keept that diapered fanny  glued to that seat!!!!  Come along Rita."  The nurse tucked Pinky Bear under Phillip's arm with a smirk.  Dr. Davenport patted him on the top of his bonnet, and then pinched his hot cheek.  He sputtered some drool onto the front of his bib in response.

Laughing, she reached to his ear and pulled back the flap.  Oh no!!! The nursery rhymes blared to life, drowning out all sound.  He could only watch as the three women's heels marched away and out of sight.

Without thinking, Phillip finally looked up. Suddenly he heard a click and his eyes squinched shut.

The receptionist mouthed something that seemed to amuse her to no end, and then she snapped a few more pictures.  Phillip wanted to scream, but the binky kept his fat bee-stung lips smacking noisily around its slick rubber shaft.  Then he felt a suddent heat in his groin.  What??!!!!!  Tears began to run down his cheeks as the nursery rhyme began again for the umteenth time.  He was peeing uncontrollably.

[Vicky]

Phillip tried to regulate his breathing and stop the tears from flowing down his cheeks.  They were running over the heart- shaped guard of his binky, down his chin and plopping onto the front of his bib.  He had finally stopped peeing but he could feel that the cloth diaper was soaked heavily with his hot urine.  Why?!!! How could he have just lost contol like that?!!!! Phillip could see the receptionist speaking to him with a withering look in her eye and a smirking gleeful expression, but the nursery music was blaring in his ears.  He didn't care what she was saying.  The only thought that would stay in his head is that he had to get out of here without Dr. Davenport discovering that he had wet himself.  Phillip glanced nervously to his right where the door to Dr. Davenport's office lay, but his face got stopped short by the big pink bow that Dr. Davenport had tied under the right side of his chin.  He could see the door through a gap in two loops of the pink bow.  It was still closed.  He just had to collect himself so that his Mother would just take him by the hand and leave.  Phillip was sitting as calmly as he could when the door finally opened.  He purposely concentrated on the suc-king of his binky, trying to suc-k as calmly and rhythmically as he could.  He gripped his lips evenly around the shaft of the binky, trying to press with the same amount of pressure in each part of his upper and lower lip.  He thought about Dr. Davenport's "perfect O" and could help but blush when he realized that's exactly what he had been doing -- trying to form a perfet "O" with his swollen lips.  He clutched Pinky bear in his lap, pressed betweeen the round pink shiny pillows that encased his fists.  His groin and thighs felt wet and clammy.
Dr. Davenport and his Mother strode across the room toward Phillip.  He had to keep his face turned into the massive bow to see Dr. Davenport's gleaming white patent leather stiletto pumps clicking across the floor.  Suddenly his pen-is sprang to life in the sodden confines of the wet diaper, poking up into the soaking wet material and tenting his pink plastic panties and causing a lump in the lap of his heavy pink pajamas, right under the place he clutched Pinky Bear.
Dr. Davenport leaned over him and spoke with a wide smile on her glossy red lips, but Phillip couldn't hear a thing over the braying din of "Pop Goes The Weasel."  Phillip looked up at her blankly, his cheeks still stinging red.  Suddenly Dr. Davenport stoped speaking and laughed heartily.  She shook her head with a bemused expression and reached over with her red talons to "beep" him on the end of his nose.  Phillip's blush rejeuvenated itself. The doctor's hand continued over to the side of his pink bonnet and turned off the music.
"Silly me, I forgot that Little Phillip was listening to his darling songs with his friend the pink bear!!"  Her voice gay and condescending in the extreme.
"Now den, Doctor knows that Little Phillip is going to be the sweetest and most obedient baby boy that any mother could ever hope to have!!"  She curled her finger into the ring of Phillip's binky and waggled it back and forth.  Turing to his Mother, she continued "That will be very important on how Little Phillip's therapy progresses Rita.  If he is cheerful and cooperative, it will be a sign that he can regain some independence.  But," and here Dr. Davenport raised her perfectly shaped and arched eyebrows in an ominous manner, "then stronger measures may be called for."
Phillip's head began to spin.  What kind of stronger measures?  His mother interrupted his thoughts.
"Oh yes Dr. Davenport, I can promise you that I will make note of each and every transgresion and give you a full report!"  His mother's eyes seemed to gleam with determination.
"But remember Rita, it's not just obedience, but cheerfulness too.  Only if Little Phillip is enthusiastic and pleased, will we know that he is being as cooperative as possible.
Sh turned back to Phillip and waggled the binky up and down. His bulging cheeks bobbed foolishly.  "Little Phillip is going to show Mommy what a sweet and adorable little one he is, aren't you sillykins?"  Her voice dripped with a tone reserved for the most juvenile children, and she continued to waggle the binky, making it appear that Phillip had been enthusiastically agreeing with her throughout the entire speech.
Dr. Davenport stepped back, and Phillip's mother stood directly over him.  He looked up with a cowed expression, his lips suc-king wetly on the binky.
She held out her hand, and he raised his arm.  She took it firmly and raised him to his feet.  He could feel the heavy diaper sag down onto his hips inside the pajama, pressing down on material in his crotch.  He felt it sag a bit.  He began to pad away from the chair but before they proceeded more than a few steps, Dr. Davenport called out.
"Wait a minute Rita, I want to check something."  Her shoes clicked closer behind him, and he began to breathe heavily.  No. she couldn't!! But he could feel the heavy diaper sagging even more loosely on his hips.
Dr. Davenport came around Phillip and pivoted on her heel so that she was facing him.  Without saying a word or giving him any warning whatsoever, she reached down and thrust her hand deeply into his crotch, her thumb pressing down on his pen-is through the multiple layers, and her four fingers digging deeply into his bum crack.  She squeezed her hand like a pincer, and the soggy diaper parted fatly from the pressure.  He looked down at the glossy, perfectly manicured oval nail of her thumb, the deep red color contrasting starkly with the pink wool of the juvenile pajama, and he felt the the ball of the thumb pressing the hot sodden thickness of the diaper firmly against his stiff pen-is, causing him to whimper around the shaft of the binky, spraying spittle onto his increasingly messy bib.  He squirmed at the thought that Dr. Davenport would feel his stiff pen-is, and when he glanced up she returned his gaze with a wink and a knowing smile, the corners of her lips curving even further, as she simultaneously gave two quick squeezes with her thumb.
Oh my god, she knew!!!!!  He started to pant as he suc-ked the binky.
"Oh my, Baby Phillip has made wetties in his diaper!!!!  Tsk tsk tsk.  You naughty little boy!!!" She squeezed more firmly with her thumb.  She turned to Rita. "I'm afraid Baby Phillip is going to need double diapers for the time being.  It looks like he might be may be losing all control over his bodily functions."  As she said this she continued to grip his crotch like a steely pincer, the ends of her nails digging into the pajama on both sides.
Phillip felt an intense tingling in his pen-is.  He began to squirm uncontrollably.
"Yes, who's a naughty little Betsy Westy then, hmmmmmm."  She reached over with her other hands and chucked him under the chin, holding it firmly, all the while her other hand was squeezing his crotch, sometimes fast, sometimes stopping, sometimes excruciatingly slowly.  Phillip's Mother was glued to the reaction on his face, and she didn't seem to be noticing what the doctor was doing.
"Somebody just want his Mommy to baby him, that's that I think!!!!!!"  She leaned close, her lips inches away, her finger teasing his chin and the bottom of his binky guard while her other hand gave a final hard squeeze.
His mind reeled. No!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Yes someone is telling his Mommy he wants to treated just like a little baby, that's what I think!!!!"  Phillip was spasming uncontrollablly as these words washed over him, shooting hot jets of cream into the thick wet steamy diaper that clung to his thighs.  With a last playful squeeze, Dr. Davenport released Phillip's crotch and his chin.  He slumped down, his Mother catching him under the arms.  His pen-is was still dripping and he felt as weak as a kitten.
"Now then Rita, shall we change Baby Phillip here or do you want to wait until you get home?"  Dr. Davenport had never sounded more pleased or cheerful.

[Vicky]

Phillip sat at the dining room table, a waist restraint tethering him to the chair.  There was nothing he could do but rest the pink balls that encased his sweaty hands on the table in front of him and suc-k methodically on his binky.  Mother was wearing an apron and stirring a pot of pureed vegetables at the stove.  She was humming contentedly, but Phillip couldn't hear her because of the nursery songs that repeated over and over again from the headphones sewn into his pink bonnet.  The ear that Mother had yanked him by was starting to throb again, it's heat trapped under the headphone and layers of satin that were snugly tied to his head.  The big rose-like bow of the chin ribbons that Dr. Davenport had tied so tightly was itching his neck unmercifully, but there was no way for Phillip to get any relief.  

Phillip had been so relieved when Mother had pulled him bodily toward the door, after telling Dr. Davenport that it would do him good to "stew in his mess for awhile" much to the visible mirth of both Dr. Davenport and the receptionist.  Phillip still felt weak and light-headed.  He could feel the hot cream soaking into the already sodden mass of his heavy diaper.  He prayed that it would not be detectable when Mother changed him.  Mother had belted him into the back seat of the car and then unceremoniously reached over and turned on his nursery music at full volume.  He could see her looking at him in the rearview mirror of the car, her lips moving as if she was talking to him, but he could't hear a word she was saying.  All he knew is that he didn't like the steely determined look in her unflinching gaze.  He was forced to look down at  Pinky Bear and suc-k his binky for the rest of the ride.

When they got home Mother had removed the restraints from the bag she had gotten from Dr. Davenport and strapped him to the seat.  She reached over to his ear and flicked off the music.

"Mommy will change your wet diaper later.  Dr. Davenport is right.  You want Mommy to treat you like a helpless little baby.  Well that's exactly what you're going to get BABY Phillip.  Now you just sit there and suc-k Your binky, and don't you dare squirm or fuss!"  Phillip was beside himself.  He desperately wanted to tell his mother that he had no interest in being treated like a baby, but he knew that if he tried to splutter the words out around the slick shaft of his binky, Mother would just think he was being fussy and complaining.  He became agitated, which resulted in a series of loud suc-king sounds that sprayed saliva over his increasingly messier bib.  

He could smell a somewhat unpleasant odor wafting from the pot on the stove, and when Mother lifted the spoon a green goo dripped off of it.  Phillip tried his best to sit quietly and suc-k rythmically on the binky.

"Ding ding!" chimed the front doorbell.  Phillip's heart began pounding in his chest.  He involuntarily brought his hands together, which resulted in a noisy squeak when the two pink vinyl balls rubbed against each other.  Oh my god, no!!!!  Who could it be?!!  Phillip began to perspire freely inside his footy pajama, warming the sodden mess of his diaper.  Meanwhile Mother had wiped her hands calmly and her heels began to click on the hardwood floor leading to front door.  

Phillip tried to raist himself from the chair, but the waist restraint held him fast.  Phillip heard two young female voices greeting his Mother.  Oh no, who could it be?

"Look who's here Baby Phillip, two of your girlfriends from school!"  Mother's voice dripped with sugary gayness.  Phillip stopped suc-king and froze.  There stood Brenda Swenson and Patsy Carson!!!  Both girls squealed when they saw Phillip and began talking a mile a minute.  They had unbelieving grins on their faces as they drank in the sight of Phillip in his pink footy pajama, pink bonnet, large pink heart shaped binky strapped firmly in his mouth, his hands encased in fat shiny pink balls that were buckled onto his hands, and a pink teddy bear sitting in his lap.

"Baby Phillip is going to be staying home with his Mommy for an indefinite period of time I'm afraid," his mother explained to the awestruck girls.  "He's had several accidents and must be diapered round the clock now I'm afraid."

"Diapered!!!" both girls sang it out in unison, squealing.  Patsy began pointing down at his waist.

"I can see the bulge under his babygirl jammies!!!" she chortled.

Brenda Swenson had pulled her mobile device out of her purse.

"You don't mind if I take a few pictures of Phillip to show the class, do you Mrs. Lockhart?" Brenda asked in a sweet polite voice, practically batting her eyelashes at Phillip's mother.

"Of course not dear!!  I was just about to serve Baby Phillip his lunch."

Phillip began to tremble in his chair.  No, no, no, this couldn't be happening!!!! Not Brenda Swenson!!! Not that horrible Patsy Carson!!!! Phillip began to scream for this mother, but he was so agitated it came out as a cacaphonous series of sputtering smacks and squeaking gibber.  Phillip's eyes were round as saucers and his expression around the binky was one of pure panic.  Just then the flash went off, blinding him.  Before his eyes could adjust the camera flashed several more times.

"I'm going to download these photos right to my facebook page!!!" crowed Brenda.  Patsy began to laugh, her head craning to look at the images displayed on Brenda's mobile.  Phillip felt wave after wave of humiliating dread wash over him like a tidal wave. No, this was all her fault!!!! All her fault!!!  The smug smiling face of Dr. Davenport filled his brain as the girls continued their excited laughter, Brenda's fingers sending Phillip's photos on their merry way.

[Vicky]

The girls were still huddled over Brenda's mobile device laughing with delight when Phillip's mother placed a big steaming bowl of the green goo on the table in front of him, with a baby bottle full of milk next to it.  The strong smell caused both girls to look up and stare with interest.  Brenda then remembered why they had come, and removed a thick manila envelope from her school satchel.

"Our teacher sent this packet of material's for Phillip's home schooling," said Brenda placing it on the table next to Phillip's mother.  "She said that Dr. Davenport helped her choose an appropriate lesson plan for Phillip."  Phillip had been staring at the bowl with distaste, the smell causing his lips to flutter in a frown around the shaft of his binky, resulting in a series of slurping sounds.  Now the face of Dr. Davenport loomed into his mind again, and he looked down with flushed embarassment at the soaked diapers that padded him around the middle under his pink pajamas.  As he looked down at his crotch, he remembered Dr. Davenport's glossy red thumbnail pressing sharply against the taut pink material of his pajama, and he involuntarily squirmed when he remembered what had resulted.  The voice of Phillip's mother broke his reverie.

"Thank you girls, but I'm afraid we'll have to look at it later.  It's time for Baby Phillip to have his lunch."  His mother reached over to unhook his binky.  Phillip began to panic again, causing him to suc-k more frantically on the binky.  When were those girls going to leave?!

"May we stay and watch Baby Phillip have his lunch Mrs. Lockhart?" It was Brenda, using her syrupy polite voice again.  Patsy chimed in "Oh yes. please!"

"Of course you may stay girls, I'm sure Baby Phillip will be happy to have your company."  Phillip's mother curled her finger into the ring of the binky and slid it out of Phillip's lips.  A line of saliva stuck to the tip of the bulb has it pushed passed the surprised "O" of his lips with a wet popping sound.  When Phillip's mother pulled it far enough away to place it on the table, the line of saliva fell and draped itself down the front of Phillip's bib.

"Oh my goodness, look at his lips!!!"  Patsy was beside herself.  Phillip felt the unfamiliar fullness of his lips, which had been mashed against the binky guard.  They seemed to expand like two innertubes until he became acutely aware of their size.

"Yes, Baby Phillp had some treatments for his chapped lips.  I think they look just lovely!!"  His Mother pinched his cheek sharply between her manciured fingers.  

"Ooooooooo they're so pretty!!!" Brenda gushed in her syrupy voice.

Phillip's cheek burned from his Mother's pinch, but he felt the cool unfamiliar sensation of his mouth being empty.  He realized his lips were still frozen in a taut round shape, and he gratefully brought them together, the fat lips seeming to meet much sooner than Phillip had anticipated.  But wait, he could speak now!!! He had to tell his Mother that he didn't want these gossipy girls to stay another second.

Phillip opened his mouth to speak.  To his surprise, a heaping tablespoon of the warm green pureed vegetables was shoveled inside by his Mother.  Phillip blanched, but his mother had pressed the flat of the spoon against his lips, preventing him from spitting anything out.

"Naughty baby, musn't spit up your food!!!  Remember what Dr. Davenport said!!!  If you don't behave yourself and eat every drop I'll ring her up right now!!"  Phillip closed his mouth around the large mouthful of slop and tried to force it down.  What had Mother put into this goo?!!! He kept fighting the urge to gag, causing his cheeks to bulge redly.  Before he could gather his thoughts further Mother was pressing an even larger spoonful against his messy lips.  He struggled to bring it into his mouth.  Phillip's mother began to hum merrily, quickly digging the spoon back into the big bowl. Phillip tried valiantly to keep up with his Mother's fast pace but he couldn't quite make it.  More and more green slop coated his mouth and cheeks, and dripped from his chin onto the messy bib.  Soon it was stuck to the end of his nose.  Suddenly the flash of Brenda's mobile device blinded him once again.  The girls exploded in laughter.  No!!!!!!!!!!!

Phillip wanted to scream.  Instead another heaping spoon of vegetable was shoveled inside, causing him to snort.  Brenda took photo after photo.  His Mother didn't even seem to notice as she hummed and kept bringing the spoon back to his panting lips.  Mother had her other hand on the back of his head now, forcing him to swallow spoon after spoon of the horrible mixture.  When, or when would they reach the bottom of that seemingly bottomless bowl?  Just when Phillip thought he was going to vomit, he heard the spoon scraping against the bottom of the bowl.

"Last spoon for baby!!"  He forced his mouth open and accepted the last portion, forcing it down his throat.  He felt like he'd just run a marathon.  His stomach was uncomfortably full.  Phillip's mother began rubbing his face forefully with a wet wash cloth, cleaning off the dried layers of green goo.  She continued to hum while removing the filthy bib and immediately replacing it with a clean one.  Phillip was finally starting to catch his breath.  Again he opened his mouth to speak.

This time the rubber nipple of the baby bottle was pressed deep into this mouth and the warm milk began to flow quickly into his mouth.  His mother once again took him firmly by the back of the head and tilted the bottle at at steeper angle so the milk would flow even faster.  Phillip gulped franctically to keep up but the milk began to run down his chin onto the fresh bib.  As Phillip's cheeks bulged in and out, Brenda's flash again began to go off in his eyes, blinding them once again.  The girls were chattering gayly and laughing uncontrollably.  Phillip felt like he was going to explode, but Mother would not relent until the bottle was completely empty.  When she pulled out the nipple, Phillip was once again panting.

"As you can see girls, Baby Phillip is not capable of doing anything for himself anymore.  I have to feed him, bathe him, change his diapers, and watch him constantly.  Be sure to tell your classmates that they are always welcome to stop by for a visit."

The girls thanked Mother excitedly.  Brenda was staring at him with a bemused smile, and he could see the wheels turning in her head.  She looked like the cat that had just swallowed the canary.  Phillip cringed, and without thinking of it bit down on his lower lip.  Phillip's mother pounced on this.

"Oh my, I can see that even a few minutes without his binky is causing Baby Phillip problems.  I'll have to inform Dr. Davenport.  Don't worry sweetums, Mommy has your nice binky right here!"  The girls moved closer as his Mother picked up the large pink binky and the rubber strap.

Phillip's felt dizzy.  This was insane!!!!!  He tried to move off the chair but the restraints held him fast.

"Open up like a good little baby!" Phillip hesitated.  He thought Mother would get mad, but instead she smiled brightly.

"Oh, baby is reminding Mommy to put on his chapped lips medicine!!" Mother reached into her purse and pulled out the tube.  Before Phillip knew what has happening she was coating his lips.

"It looks like pink lipstick!" exclaimed Patsy.  Brenda didn't respond, too busy snapping another photo.  Pink lipstick?  Phillip realized he hadn't seem himself since Dr. Davenport had given him his first treatment.  How pink did that stuff make his newly plump lips?

While his mind raced, his Mother pressed the bulbous rubber tip of the binky against his pouty lips.  Once again the flash blinded him, and in his surprise Mother was able to slide the thick shaft all the way in until the large pink heart shaped guard once again pressed against lips, mashing them down.  In a deft movement she pulled the rubber strap tight and rehooked it.  Phillip immediately began to suc-k and swallow.  What other choice did he have?

"Now let's look at what you girls have brought for Baby Phillip"  His mother non-chalantly reached over and switched on his nursery music.  The voices of his mother and the girls were drowned out.  Phillip's mother opened the envelope and pulled out a thick sheaf of papers.  The top sheet had a brightly colored drawing of Barney the purple dinosaur.  What was that?!!!!  Phillip tried to reach toward the papers, but the the chair restraints prevented him from bringing his pink ball shaped mittens close enough.  Meanwhile his mother and the girls were all going through the papers excitedly talking, completely ignoring him, while the music blared in his bonneted ears.

[Vicky]

Sweat was beading on Phillip's forehead as he tried to keep the oversized red crayon pressed between the soft pink balls that encased his hands. He carefully pressed it to the paper, which was nothing more than a page from a children's coloring book showing a little girl holding 3 balloons.  This was included in the packet that Brenda and Patsy had brought, including the extra large crayons.  It had taken Phillip forever to color the first two blue and green, and the last one was about half finished.  Phillip didn't realize it but he was suc-king on his binky with such determination that his Mother could hear the sound clearly from the sofa, much to her satisfaction.  All Phillip could hear was the loud babyish nursery music that rang in his ears under the hot confines of his bonnet.  Mother had made it clear that he had to complete this "assignment."  Assignment!! Phillip wanted to throw the crayons across the room.  Then his cheeks grew hot when he realized how long it had been taking him.  For the umpteenth time he pressed too hard on the paper, and the crayon squirted out from between the slick shiny spherical mittens.  Unfortunately this time it rolled across the table and fell to the floor.  Phillip involuntarily tried to go after it and the chair restraints pulled him back.  He pounded the fat balls down on the table and kicked his legs in their pink woolly footy pajama in frustration. No!!!! He was so close.

Phillip's mother heard his agitated movement and walked back to the dining room table.  Phillip was straining at his chair restraints, his damp hair lank where it peeked out from beneath the pink bonnet and his face hot and flushed as he suc-ked his binky with increased agitation.  He pointed frantically with his pink ball covered hand toward the crayon.  Pinky Bear sat on the table next to him beaming at him.

Rita Lockhart could not help but smile as she stood over Phillip, her manicured hands on her hips.  He was looking more and more like a helpless baby, and she realized that this pleased her to no end.  His silly attempts at independence had been nipped nicely in the bud thanks to Dr. Davenport.  Now that Phillip was dependent oh her for everything again, she realized how much she had missed it.  She reached to the side of his bonnet and turned off the nursery music.  The muffled silence rang in Phillip's bonnet covered ears.

"Wassa matter, did Baby Phillip drop his crayon? Hmmmmmmmm?" the pleasure she was feeling resonated in her amused condescending tone.

Phillip nodded vigirously as he suc-ked away on his dummy.  There was a permanent line of drool down his chin that created a large wet spot on his bib.  But Phillip's mother just stood there, smiling down at him expectantly.  What did she want?  "Pwease can you get my cwayon?"  the words sputtered around the fat rubber shaft of the binky.  He strained, pointing with the pink ball.

"Did Baby Phillip mean 'please Mommy'"?  His Mother raised an eyebrow.

"Pwease Mommy!!!" Phillip spluttered out the words.  He wanted to scream, but he was desperate to stay in his mother's good graces and avoid a bad report to Dr. Davenport.

"Perhaps if Baby Phillip calls me Mommykins from now one it will remind you to be a well mannered little baby."  She reached down and chucked him under the chin, forcing him to look up in her twinkling eyes.  "Don't you think that's a good idea precious?"

Phillip wanted to rip his chin out of his Mother's grip but he steadied himself by suc-king even more rapidly on the binky.

"Yeth Mommykinth."  He mumbled the words.

"What's that bunny, Mommykins can't hear her baby."

"Yeth Mommykinth!" he sprayed drool over his bib and his Mother gave his  chin an approving squeeze before releasing it.

"That's much better!"  She leaned down and picked up the big red crayon, and held it out.  He tried to take it between the two pink ball mittens but she easily maintained her grip on it, looking at him expectantly.

"Pweathe may I have the cwayon Mommykinth!"  He fluttered his lips around the binky, just wanting this exchange to be over.

"May who have the crayon?"  His mother was grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

No!!! He knew what she wanted him to say, but he desperately wanted to avoid it.  He didn't think this day could get any worse after Brenda and Patsy's surprise visit, but somehow he felt like he was standing at the edge of an abyss.

"May who have the crayon?" Mother's voice took on an edge of insistence.

Although Phillip continued to sit there in his thick diapers and pink pajamas, his spirit began to fall down the endless hole that lay before him.

"May Baba Phillip have the cwayon Mommykinth!!" Phillip felt a trickle of pee escape from his imprisoned pen-is into thick folds of the diaper as he dropped his head in defeat.

"Of course you may precious poppet!" His Mother put the crayon down near the paper and looked at the crudely colored balloons.  Hmmmm, looks like Baby Phillip is going to need lots of practice!!!!  She laughed gayly as Phillip once again tried to pick up the crayon between his round pink mittens.

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This is so exciting. Does anyone know if this author wrote any other stories?

[Betty]

Under Aunty's Control
http://buffalobetties.net/fantasy/index.php?topic=611

The Landlady's New Niece (the original)
http://buffalobetties.net/fantasy/index.php?topic=116

The Landlady's Niece - One Year Later
http://buffalobetties.net/fantasy/index.php?topic=108