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Felicity woke up the next morning, she had been asleep for almost 18 hours. Her nappy was filthy and saturated with her eliminations. Her tongue felt odd and although her dummy still caused her to dribble, it was not as bad as yesterday. The door opened and a female orderly came into the cell. She set about cleaning Felicity with well practiced efficiency. First she took her to a padded table in the room next door. Her scrubs were removed, her dummy was taken out, then the chain on her pants unlocked, she was stood up so that the whole mass could be slid down her legs. The orderly supported her as she stepped out of her mess.

The bench was in a wet room and the orderly hosed off the furniture before turning the spray onto Felicity. It was warm and at body temperature, the majority of the soiling went down a large gridded drain. A big shower head was turned on and Felicity was given a large bar of heavily scented soap that smelt of disinfectant. She soaped up her naked, hairless body and thoroughly cleaned herself. The orderly dried her off with a towel that was far from fluffy and pulled out a gown that was in a stack on a shelf on the wall. The towel was used to dry the plastic surface on the bench.

The orderly positioned a shaped nappy on the bench and indicated for Felicity to lie on it. There was a huge central panel in the centre and the sides had Velcro fastenings. The fit was snug and secure, as a nanny, Felicity had never seen a nappy so thick and hefty. The locking vinyl pants came off the shelf below, the legs were stained orange from the leaks of previous patients. Everything smelt of Dettol, the orderly had not bothered with creams or powder. Her final nappied condition was huge and her protection ballooned out from around her. The click of the padlock confirmed that she had no control of her nappies. The smock was just long enough to just cover the waist band of her plastic pants. The faded writing on the front said “Manor Hospital”. The orderly took out a terry towelling bib that was as long as her shirt and was labelled with the same wording. There was a rustling of cellophane that said sterile and a white dummy was revealed. The rubber teat was yellowed and the guard was scratched from frequent use by other inmates. Felicity accepted the comforter, just accepting and absorbing her situation with silent incredulity. She suc-ked the medicinal flavoured dummy without hesitation.

The orderly indicated for her to step into her pink fluffy slippers and it was then that she realised just how uncomfortable and bulky her nappies were. All her jewellery had gone, she had no watch, no idea of time, her only bracelet was her hospital plastic identification. The slippers were loose and with the bulk of her nappies, she had to adopt a wide legged shuffling gait. Her plastic pants were on full display, just transparent enough to tell when she had wet or soiled herself. They arrived in a room that had plain stainless steel tables and uncomfortable seats. A hatch in the wall revealed a team of kitchen staff making breakfasts.

The orderly sat Felicity at one table and went to get food. She had a ticket that she handed to the person in the hatch. Felicity looked round the room, each table had one occupant, there were about a dozen or more and they all shared one thing, they all looked drained of any emotion, they all moved like automatons and stared into space. There was no recognition, no attempt to converse or associate, a total disconnection. They all wore nappies and similar smocks to her own.

The tray arrived, a bowl of fruit, a slice of toast cut into fingers, a boiled egg, a plastic set of cutlery but not a knife. The orderly took out her dummy and put it in an empty dish placed on the tray for this purpose. She realised that she was ravenous and attacked her breakfast with relish. A lot of the egg ended up on her bib. The orderly wiped her face with her bib adding to mess sticking to it already. A kitchen member brought more buttered toast that had been coated with Marmite. Felicity demolished this in no time at all. Another plate of toast arrived, this time marmalade. All disappeared. The calories consumed were huge by the time she had finished.

The orderly replaced her dummy after wiping her face with her bib and took her back to her cell. Felicity tried to ask her to clean her teeth and was told to put her soother back in. She mumbled about using the toilet and received a laugh in response and told to look at what she was wearing. She sat back on her cot and the sister from the day before came in to check progress. Felicity could not hear what was being said, but the smiles and head nodding seemed to indicate that all was going well.

The pink syringe appeared, her dummy was taken out and the gel squirted into her mouth. She swallowed the potent mix and suc-ked her binky as it was reintroduced. She enjoyed the wave of peace and tranquility that washed over her and slipped into the arms of morphia. Her carers smiled with satisfaction as a big yellow wet patch blossomed in her nappy and showed through the plastic pants. They positioned her on her side and were further pleased when the back of her nappy bulged out as she soiled herself with a gentle grunt. Her response was reflected by an increase in her dummy suc-king activity.

I have deleted my comment from the chapter. It was inappropriate to my story.


Chapter 7

Felicity was the nanny who had taken the day off without Olivia’s permission. The message on her phone was inviting:

Hi Felicity

Sorry I was so impatient the other day, but Andy was very upset that he didn’t see his favourite nanny. He asked me to beg you to come tomorrow and to pay you a double bonus to show how much he wants you to care for him. He knows you have quite a difficult journey so he has asked me to send a car to pick you up and take you home at the end of each day.

See you tomorrow morning

Olivia

Felicity lay down on the soft bed, she looked across at Andy lying down in his cot, who stared back at her with wide eyes. She moaned at him, her mouth plugged by a large baby’s dummy. She was naked, her hair shaven from every part of her body. The injection Olivia had given her had left her incapable of any movement or resistance.

Olivia showed her a large nappy, heavily used in the past and with a blue sign printed on it “Property of the Manor Hospital”. It was quite grey, the fibres crushed and scratchy from maybe hundreds of boil washes, some stains were too deep seated to be removed. Her freshly shaved body screaming as the rough cloth enveloped her with its protecting embrace. The nappy cream and talc didn’t seem to give much comfort. The heavy duty vinyl pants also had the institutional label and included a locking chain that sealed the nappy tightly. It was old traditional incontinence protection but it was thick and functional.

The pyjamas were like scrubs, but in a dingy grey fabric that had the hospital name stencilled onto the back of the jacket and on the seat of the trousers. On her feet a pair of pink fluffy full fitting slippers with a pink pom-pom on the toes.

“You are going to Epsom Felicity“ said Olivia “a patient at the Manor Hospital who was in solitary confinement for most of her stay sadly passed away and you are going to take her place”. Felicity moaned through her dummy and weakly shook her head.

Olivia took out a stainless steel box with preloaded syringes. The first was benzocaine and lidocaine which numbed her lips and cheeks as she injected it all around her face. The second was Botox which she injected into her tongue to leave it swollen and stiff at its tip. She replaced the dummy and quickly fitted a large heavily stained and fraying bib that proclaimed “patient Manor Hospital”. A hospital plastic wristband was fixed around her wrist “Selina Sanders”

The car that brought her to Olivia’s now loaded her into the back and dumped her not far from the hospital. She dragged her feet, the drugs leaving her in a drunken state. Her fat institutional nappies causing her to waddle and stagger as she threw one leg and then the other forward, in order to walk. She drooled incessantly and tried to engage with members of the public. “I’m Flisty” she tried to say, her bib wet and dirty, and her crew cut hair style making her appear intimidating. “Help me” she pleaded as people said “ she’s escaped from the loony bin, she’s one of those nutters”.

Eventually she was taken picked up by hospital orderlies and quickly transferred to the isolation floor where Olivia’s friend worked as Duty Sister. “Selina, welcome back” she said as Felicity wet her nappy for the second or third time. She opened the door to where Felicity would be incarcerated. It had a spy hole and hatch, and was heavily reinforced with locks and bolts. Inside the room was an adult sized bed with protective bars, a locker piled high with fat, dense, grey looking nappies and discoloured plastic pants.

Felicity spluttered past her dummy “my name ith Flithty”. Her tongue rigid at the tip with Botox based serum could not help her articulate and her face was still numb with local anaesthetic so she dribbled and drooled copiously.

“Poor Selina is having personality problems again, but we’ll make her better with her special medicine won’t we”? Said Sister Mary. She led her new charge into the cell. The wall was padded and marked from previous occupation, the room smelled of recent disinfection and the bed had been made with crisp white sheets.

Felicity sat on the bed, her pretty face now haggard and streaked with tears and slobber. Her crew cut head was covered in small nicks where Olivia had been careless with the clippers. The sister disappeared for a few minutes and returned with a syringe filled with a bright pink liquid, which she injected into her mouth. It was sweet and within minutes a warm glow spread over her. Some dribbled on to her bib and fanned out from her neck. Almost immediately she began to slump and needed to be laid back, as the powerful sedation took hold and the morphine worked its magic. She would not be a problem, the chemical cosh was potent and effective; it would not be long until she would be craving and pleading for her addictive medicine. The sides of her hospital bed were pulled up and secured. She was in her cot safe and sound. The cell door clanged shut and the lock turned as Felicity was safely interred.

It’s impossible to say just how much I love this story. The way it is so exquisitely described in detail: the fabrics, the perfectly realized outfits, the deep shame increasingly mingled with now-unrealized sexual excitement. It would be lovely to have more description of how much the Ladies enjoy this process of sissification. In particular it would be brilliant if his sister, Kathy, were to play a more active role, as well her girlfriends.

Oh dear, poor Josh. Desperately trying to hold His wee-wee. Let's hope He manages to as He knows His name will be called and how embarrassing if His nappy leaks causing a wet patch on the front of His pants. Look forward to next episode. :)

Thanks Antonia. I don’t judge anyone for trying to make income off their hard work, but i agree this is not the right place for teaser pitches.

Betty would have shut that down un a heartbeat.