Revenge is best served warm

[jenniesissy]

An absolutely wonderful story - great plot and so well written.  Thank you! 

[babycakes]

DaraJaney, what a wonderful chapter.  Can't wait to see where the story goes from here.  Thank you and Happy New Year.

[DaraJaney]

One evening Todd was being tucked into his cot by his mummy at 6pm.  “I want you to try this sweetie”, his mummy told him.  She took a pair of ear buds attached to wires and inserted them into his ears.  Then she put a pair of headphones over that.  Todd suc-ked on his soother wondering why this was replacing his usual nursery rhymes playing on a loop on the tape player.

His mummy took his nighttime bonnet and tied that tightly under the chin securing the headphones and ear buds in place.  Then she pressed play on a new more complicated tape player.  Some new nursery rhymes started playing.  “Nightie night” he could just about hear his mother saying as she retreated from the cot.

A lady started singing ‘go to sleep, go to sleep’ in an exceptionally soothing way.  Todd usually played with his rattles, blocks and dolls for an hour or two before he could sleep so early but he found that this was sending him off very quickly.

Soon he was suc-king rhythmically on his soother in a particularly deep induced sleep.  The special headphone set detected that he was asleep and switched to a new track.  The lady continued to talk and sing soothingly, interspersed by baby talk.  The baby talk included a few baby words like “dodo”, “napnap”, “mama” and “bockie” but the rest was gibberish.

This continued for almost fourteen hours of induced deep sleep until ‘mama’ woke him in the morning and the headphones caused the tape to shut off so he had no idea that it had been playing all night.

“Did baba have a nice sleep?”   She removed his soother.   â€œagh, goo, meh” Todd replied.  He thought that wasn’t right but his mama seemed pleased.  “Good baba!  Who does baba love?”  “Mama!”  “Yes!  Does baba need napnap?”  Todd’s could feel that his napnap was wet but he hadn’t done his morning poop yet.  He shook his head “nurg, gor, oop”.  Again, mama was very pleased with his utterances so Todd smiled in response.

“Does baba want bockie?”  “Bockie!”  His mama smiled and pushed the teat of his large bottle of formula into his mouth.  She went over to his large selection of baby dresses while he started suc-king.

“Does baba want his lavender or pink dress?” she asked him.  Todd looked through the bars of his cot.  He removed the bottle “lala ess!”  “Hmmm?”  His mama did not appear to understand.  Todd tried again.  “lalala ess!”  His mama smiled.  “Never mind, I’ll choose.  Pink!  Your pink tights are dry from the wash.”  Todd resumed suc-king on his formula frowning at the pink dress and tights that his mama draped over his high chair in readiness.  Why couldn’t he make himself understood?

Marcia came into the room.  Todd removed the bottle again.  Maybe she would understand.  “Lalala ess!”  She came over to the cot smiling.  “Morning Baby Todd.”  “Lalala ess!”  She made a puzzled face.  “I see you’ve chosen your prettiest pink dress today!”

Todd felt his morning poop coming on.  “Urgh!”  He twisted and wiggled in his pink fleecy sleeper.  “Is baba doing poo-poos?”   â€œPoo-poo!”  “That’s right!”  There were more gurgles and spluttered before the smell of poop filled the room.

“Does baba need napnap?” his mama asked him.  “Napnap!”  Marcia looked to his mama with interest.  “He can say ‘napnap’, ‘bockie’, ‘dodo’ and ‘mama’.  He doesn’t really need to say anything else does he?”  Marcia laughed.

So they took him to change his napnap.  Marcia took his bockie.  “Dodo?” she asked him. “Dodo!” Todd replied and reached out for his soother.  Marcia pushed it in.

Everyone who visited that day was encouraged to ask Baby Todd a question.  “Does baba like his pretty pink dress?”  “Lalala!”  They’d laugh.  “Urg, goo, hem.”  “Does baba want dodo?”  Todd would sigh.  “Dodo!”  If he couldn’t make himself understood he might as well suc-k on his soother.

As he was climbing into his cot that evening he realized that there were no rattles there for him to play with.  He pointed to one in the play-pen and said “rattle!”  His mama and Marcia looked at each other.  It was the first proper word he’d said all day.  The effects of the tape must have been wearing off.

Todd lay back in his cot.  His mama went to insert the ear buds again.  “Urg!” he protested.  He reckoned that they must have something to do with his inability to speak.  But she pushed them in and quickly put the headphones on.  He pawed at them with his mittens but couldn’t move them.  His mama tied his bonnet on over and there was no chance he could dislodge them now.  The lady on the tape started singing ‘go to sleep’ again.

Todd wanted to resist but found himself drifting off.  His mama and Marcia watched as he wriggled in his pink onesie and pawed again at the sides of his bonnet but he soon dropped off.  “Another 14 hours of that should reinforce it”, his mother said.  Marcia tittered.

[krystalasbaby2017]

Oh beautiful hypnosis to enforce baby talk, takes away the chances of back talk from the sissy baby

[DaraJaney]

On Todd’s next stay in the crèche the ladies there noticed that he only had baby talk now.  “It’s unusual for us.  Usually we are trying to help babies develop their speech.”  “Well there is no need to do that with Baby Todd.  He has all the words he needs as a baby and we are quite happy for him to stay at around age 1 development.”

Todd spat his soother out “ooh, ngaa, woo”.  The ladies just smiled at him.  “Very well then.  That’s fine by us.”   â€œngaa, goo, ook” Todd protested.  “Silly billy”, his mother responded and pushed his soother back in.  Todd was led off to play with some bricks.

“Oh there’s no point in giving you letter blocks is there?”  “Mmmpppffff!”  “Here are some blocks with pictures on them!  Just perfect for you.”  Todd flopped down on his thickly nappied bottom and contemplated the toy blocks decorated with lambs, bunnies and other cute animals.

“Gary!  You can play with the letter blocks can’t you?”  “Yes pleez” Gary responded and sat down opposite Todd, who frowned at his superior vocabulary which got him the letter blocks.  “Which one is ‘G’ for Gary?”  Gary turned one of the blocks until it showed the letter “G”.  “Very good!”

“Baby Todd!  Which one is the kitty?”  Todd turned the block examining each side until he found the cute kitten.  “Very good!  Extra formula for you at lunchtime!” she tittered as she walked away, leaving Todd examining the different cuddly animals on his blocks.

As if being the babiest baby in the one-year-olds wasn’t bad enough, Marcia told his mama she wanted to bring Todd into his old school.  “The teachers are happy for us to set up his play-pen in the corner of our room for the day and we can feed him and change him if needed.”   â€œNNNNGGHHHH!”  Todd protested from his high-chair.  “You’ll be able to see all your old friends”, she told him teasingly.  Todd kicked his legs in his lavender tights and wriggled in his high-chair but they ignored him and continued to make arrangements.

On the morning in question his mother greeted him.  “I’m sure you’ll want to wear your prettiest pink dress for your friends!”  “Nnnggghhh!”  Todd disagreed, and shook the bars of his cot.

As ever he was ignored and soon stood in front of the hall mirror while his mama fastened his harness over his pink dress.  She tightened it at the back and looked over his shoulder and smiled in the mirror.  She flounced up this petticoats, straightened the rows of lace on his nappy cover and tugged up his pink tights that had sagged a little.  She came around in front to retie the bow on his bonnet.  “All set!”

Marcia took the reins and led Todd out to be met with four girlfriends out on the street.  They all giggled.  “We’re going to have so much fun today!”  Todd gave one forlorn look back at his mama but she smiled and waved and he felt the tug on his harness and waddled along with the girls.

As he was nudged closer to the school his initial thought was that there was no way he would ever be able to go back to school again having been forced to appear in an enormous nappy, which he was inevitably going to have to use, and a big pink baby dress complete with matching bonnet, nappy cover, tights and booties, speaking like a baby.  Then he realized that there was no indication that he was ever going back to school anyway.  Some consolation?  His mother had told the crèche they were happy for him to be like a one-year-old indefinitely.  That didn’t really make him feel any better.

He knew from experience that he was certain to wet his nappy once the crowd of children saw him outside the school.  He was determined not to let it show though.  But as they approached the school he started to feel sick.  His tummy was rumbling.

The crowd of children at the school gate made a path through for them and Todd waddled along, his petticoats fluttering and suc-ked on his soother while all the children laughed.  A teacher at the gate interjected “now children, that’s not nice” but it was clear she could hardly contain her amusement as Todd waddled along and glared out from beneath his bonnet.

Oh no!  A very liquid poo squirted into his nappy due to the anxiety.  He grimaced and tried to make it into a smile.  He desperately tried not to alter his waddle despite the growing weight of poo shifting in his nappy with each step.

He was brought into the classroom.  Marcia held her nose.  “Not already!”  The rest of the class got the smell and laughed while at the same time showing disgust at the smell.  Some rushed to open the windows.  “Come along to the nurse’s station”, Marcia told him, swinging his changing bag over her shoulder.  Todd walked very gingerly towards the door.

Later, in a nice clean nappy, he was suitably ensconced in the play-pen while his former classmates had their English lesson.  “Now I want you to write a page on the opening act of ‘The Merchant of Venice”, the teacher told them to groans from the less studious.  She held the book up.  “You have 30 minutes.”

She turned to the play-pen.  “Has Baby Todd got a book too?”  Todd looked up from his stiff-paged book “The Pretty Princess”.  He could hear tittering around the class.  “Oh look.  Can you show me the mousy-mousy!”  Todd frowned.  He looked at the cover page, saw where a mouse peeped out from behind the princess’s ball gown  and pointed his mittened hand at it.  “Very good!  Can you open the book?”

Even with stiff pages it was a difficult job for Todd to turn a page.  He pushed with his mitten a couple of times before finally catching it right and turning the cover open.  He looked out enviously as his former classmates leafed through the play.  He had hated Shakespeare but would give anything to be able to read it now.

“Miss!”  “Yes?”  “Do we summarise the story or critique the play?”  “Just a summary for now.”  She turned to the play-pen again.  “Oh!  Can we see the princess’s bloomers?  They’re not as pretty as yours are they?”  More tittering around the class.  “Where are they?” she insisted.  Todd sighed but pointed to where her bloomers showed beneath her ball gown as she ran up the steps.  “Good baby!”

At lunchtime the teacher asked him “would you like to have your bottle here or in the canteen?”  “ee, ng, bockie”  She shook her head, not understanding.  “Oh well children, do you want to give him his bottle in the canteen?”  “Yes!”  Todd was hauled off to the crowded canteen.

[krystalasbaby2017]

total frustration now for Todd not even to be able to speak past a few baby words of a 1 yr old.  Is there anything else they can do to humiliate Todd?

[DaraJaney]

Mrs Hamilton checked the large feeding bottle to make sure that Baby Todd had drunk all of his formula.  “Just a little more!”  She tilted the bottle up and he suc-ked the last of the formula.  She took the bottle to the kitchen.

When she returned Todd was quite agitated in his high-chair.  He was kicking his legs in his yellow tights and trying to reach the side table.  The harness didn’t allow him much movement and he sat back frustrated.  He saw Mrs Hamilton return.  “Eee goo dodo!”  She looked puzzled at first.  “Eee goo dodo!”  She looked at the side table and saw it was his soother he was desperately trying to reach.  “Oh does baba want his dodo?”  “Dodo!”  She took the soother and pushed it into his grateful mouth.  He suc-ked eagerly on it.  “There we go!” she smiled.

His mother came into the nursery.  “Even though he only has baby talk, he still knows he’s a teenage boy being kept in nappies and pretty baby dresses, doesn’t he?”  Mrs Hamilton asked her.  Todd sniffled unhappily and wished he had his dolly to hug.  He looked around.  His nursery was full of dolls but none were within reach.  His mother noticed.  “Does baba want dolly?”  He didn’t want to admit it but nodded as he really needed his dolly.

“Which one would you like?”  “mmmopppff!”  She laughed remembering that he couldn’t tell her which one he wanted.  He pointed at a dolly in the cot.  “Oh you want Susie!  She’s your favourite alright.”

His mother fetched the doll.  Mrs Hamilton admired it, examining it as his mother held it up for her.  “Nnnggghh!”  Todd wriggled impatiently in his high-chair.  He needed his dolly.  “Ok, ok, here she is.”  Todd took his dolly and clutched her tightly.  Then he settled down as the ladies tittered.

“Yes he still knows his situation.  Yesterday I was pushing him to the shops in his stroller when a group of girl guides met us on the main road.  They were admiring his pretty pink dress and loved his bonnet.  Of course when they found out he was a fourteen-year-old boy they were hysterical with laughter.  He soiled his nappy on the spot!”  “Oh dear!  Just as well you keep him in that extra thick nappy all the time.”  “Yes he really needs it!”

“Anyway, the shops were about to close so I had to push him on down there anyway despite the stink.  He whimpered and wriggled against his straps but of course he was quite helpless and eventually calmed down when he realized there was nothing he could do.”

“I couldn’t bring him into the shops with a stinky nappy.  So I had to ask passers-by to mind him outside the shop while I popped in.  It took some explaining as to why I had a fourteen-year-old boy in a pink baby dress and soiled nappy, strapped into a stroller.  He was very upset.  suc-king hard on his soother and clutching his dolly didn’t seem to help.  So yes I think it’s safe to say he still knows his situation.”

“You see, the lady who did that tape reckons that she can make him think he is actually a one-year-old baby girl!”  “Really?”  “It might be a kindness”, Mrs Hamilton suggested.  “You might end up with fewer soiled nappies for a start!”  They laughed.  “That’s if you intend keeping him like this.”

Todd paused on his soother as he awaited the reply to this.  “Oh yes!  We are making too much money to let him go back.  And anyway hasn’t he got the perfect nursery and enough pretty dresses to last a life time?”  Todd flinched whimpered at that phrase.  He started blubbering.  He suc-ked hard on his soother, hugged his dolly and kicked his yellow legs.  His mother looked at this.  “Maybe you are right.  It might be kinder to make him think he is a baby girl.”

Todd wasn’t sure what to think of that.  Obviously his initial reaction was that he didn’t want to be given the mind of a one-year-old girl.  It was bad enough that he only had baby talk, couldn’t hold anything in his hands and had to waddle around everywhere.  But then he thought, all of this was just torture really.  Maybe he would be better off not knowing.

If he was made to think he was actually a baby then he couldn’t protest about anything anymore.  He would just go along with everything they wanted to do.  But then he realized that they always ignored his protests anyway so what was the point?  It was just frustrating.

Would they ever bring him back though?  It would be easy for them to keep him as a one-year-old baby girl as long as they wanted – for the rest of his life?  He couldn’t decide which was best.

“Mummy will have a think about it.”  Todd suc-ked nervously on his soother.  It didn’t matter which he thought was best.  She would do what she wanted anyway.