The Trouble with Dribbles

[antonia]

Chapter 9

“What dummy?” asked Doug unaware of what he was doing because he was still in a stupor.

“The one you are nursing Doug” said Kate with a trace of a sneer. Doug came awake with a jolt and realised what he had in his mouth. He looked as surprised as the two women stood next to him.

“Where did that come from?” he asked

“I think we can guess Doug. Twins, come here right now.” shouted Kate. Doug took the dummy out of his mouth and looked at it as if it had come from outer space. There was a part of him that would like to keep it and that made him feel insecure. The twins entered the room. “Do you know anything about this?” she asked. The twins looked awkward. Gina put her hand into her pocket and pulled out a similar pink dummy.

Doug compared what was in her hand to the one he now held in his. He lost his temper and started swearing at the twins in words that are not worthy to be repeated here. He then switched his attack to Kate and tore in to her calling her names and swearing with language fit for the gutter. It was nurse Julie who took the dummy from Gina’s hand and stuffed it into Doug’s ranting mouth.

“Enough” she ordered “I’ll not have foul mouthed talk like this in front of my charges. That dummy stays in until I think you have stopped behaving like a baby and taken on a more responsible and grown up attitude.” Doug went to take it out and before he could complete the task Nanny had inserted a wide pink ribbon through the handle and tied the soother firmly into his mouth so ending any future dialogue.

The family were dismissed and Julie pulled back the blankets to reveal Doug in his soft jammies. She pulled down the bottoms to reveal a very wet nappy showing though the plastic pants. He had slept so soundly that he had wet himself thoroughly. Julie showed no emotion, but calmly told him to lift up and cooperate as she took off his pyjama  bottoms, pull down the pants, undo the pins that fastened his nappy and put the wet things in his nappy bucket. He suc-ked morosely on his do do, not knowing how he had arrived back at the position he had been in over a week ago.

Julie was not judgemental, she was not antagonistic, she was a professional nanny doing what she had been trained to do - look after babies and young children. so it was with care and skill she replaced Doug’s protection with a clean nappy and fresh plastic pants. She turned him over and made sure that there were no stray areas of nappy that were not enclosed by the protective nappy cover. She gave his bottom a couple of playful pats and told him to lie on his back so that she could put back his dry pyjama bottoms.

“You cannot stay in bed all day, so we should get you up so that you can go down for something to eat. You have missed lunch, so I will make you some nice soup. I’ve looked everywhere for your dressing gown but it appears that you don’t have one, so I am going to loan you my bed jacket, it’s really warm, soft and toasty, so I hope you will enjoy it.” she told him. He cooperated as she fed his arms into her soft jacket, it smelt of her perfume and Doug felt himself becoming aroused in his soft new nappy. He was helped to swing his legs round so that he could get out of his bed. Julie told him to put his arm round her so she could support him while he found his balance.
They went down to the kitchen and Julie heated up the soup she had made for him. However, before she served up the soup she tied the white terry bib round his neck. “I don’t want you getting my new bed jacket messy” she said kindly. Doug picked up the spoon. Julie laughed and untied his dummy “Better to take this out first?” she laughed gently pulling out his dummy leaving a stream of drool to fall onto his bib. Doug looked embarrassed. “Don’t worry sweetie, you’re not yourself right now and you have been really sick recently.” He clumsily tried to manoeuvre  his spoon into the soup but it slipped his grasp and splashed into the bowl. He immediately glanced down horrified that he might have spoiled his nurse’s lovely bed jacket. it was with a huge sense of relief that he say his brand new bib was now stained with minestrone soup. He started to tear up, when was his misery going to end? Here he was sitting in a baby’s nappy and plastic pants encased in a very childish pair of pyjamas and wearing what looked to all and purposes like a baby’s matinee jacket and to top it all he was now wearing a dirty bib and on the table was his pink dummy. His lips started to tremble and he broke into tears.

Julie picked up the spoon, filled the bowl and offered it to his mouth. Doug took a taste and decided it was the nicest thing he had ever eaten. The delicious soup quieted his crying and he immediately warmed to his new carer who regarded him kindly. In no time the soup was finished. “Right, you go and sit in the lounge by the fire and cover yourself with the blanket I have put on the cushion for you. I will bring you a drink shortly.”

Doug waddled into the lounge unsteadily because his legs were still weak from his lack of exercise having been laid up in a hospital bed for so long. In his infantile pyjamas padded out with a thick nappy and his babyish matinee jacket he looked just like a baby learning to take his first steps. The dirty bib did nothing to improve his image, nor did the pink dummy hanging around his neck. The twins took one look at him and burst into laughter. Kate who was bouncing Charlotte on her knee could not help but join in the merriment at his appearance.

Kate spoke out to the girls barely managing to control her own emotions “Now girls, behave yourselves, you know Doug has been very ill.” The sudden appearance of Julie carrying a baby’s bottle of juice did nothing to improve the situation and it immediately sparked off fresh laughing as the nurse sat beside Doug and started to feed him his bottle. When Doug caught a bubble and started spluttering they were laughing almost hysterically.

“Really?” asked Julie “is this what you consider to be funny. First you nearly poison the poor boy, damage him so badly that he ends up in hospital and nearly dies; and now you find it funny that he has the strength of an infant. Well shame on you all. What do you think his father will make of all these goings on? Do you think that he is going to find it easy to forgive you for humiliating his only son whom he has not seen for nearly six months. He would be horrified if he knew what was going on here.”

The room went deathly quiet.

[antonia]

Chapter 10

Doug woke up the next morning looking forward to being cared for by nurse Julie. He had enjoyed being babied by her, but now he was eager to show her that he could behave in a more adult way. He was feeling stronger, he was once again feeling more like his own self and more important he could feel that his nappy was still as dry and fluffy as when he been put in it the night before. He had not wet the bed for the first time in two weeks and that made him feel good too. He was still wearing Julie’s bed jacket and that smelled of her and made him feel aroused in his soft nappy. He rubbed himself and was surprised at just how aroused and erect he was becoming. He was about to get reckless and work himself up to a frenzy burying his head in her woollen softness when he heard a noise at his door. He immediately stopped and in his shame his erection disappeared in an instant.

His stepmother came in, she looked fierce, angry and at her meanest. “You’re a little shit” she spat at him in her anger “I’ve sent that meddling nurse, that interfering nanny on her way. She was writing to your father and telling him all sorts of lies, so she has had to go.”

“Go where?” asked Doug naively

“Mind your own bloody business”  she retorted, “it has nothing to do with you. Things are definitely going to change around here. You think your father thinks that the sun shines out of your a*se? Well we will soon see about that.”

Doug felt a chill descend in the room, things had definitely turned rather weird. He never heard Julie go and he certainly never heard any arguing. Would she have left without telling him? Having said that, his last nanny left without a word. It was very upsetting.

He thought he would announce his good news. “Mum, I’m dry. I haven’t wet my bed tonight and my nappy is still dry.” he told her with pride. The news left her unmoved.

“I’ve made a decision Dougie” she said “I am going to let you stay in nappies, in fact I am going to encourage you to wet and soil yourself so that you will become totally dependent on wearing nappies. In a week or so you are going to be Charlotte’s baby sister, a drooling, dummy suc-king infant that doesn’t know whether she is in a wet or soiled nappy, constantly dribbling onto her ever present bib as she crawls around the house gurgling and spouting drivel.”

“You can’t” implored Doug “why would you?”

“Because I can, and I will, trust me.” she said venomously. She left the room only to appear before a dazed Doug had time to process all the new information. She appeared to be jingling, in her hands a pink confusion of straps and buckles. In a trice she had Doug firmly fixed up in a baby harness that had Baby written on the breast plate and a line of bells surrounding the letters. A strap went off from each side and somehow affixed to fastenings within his bed frame. She left the room again but this time returned with a set of bars that slotted into the side of the bed and connected with a solid resounding click. This was repeated until Doug sat in the middle of a large cot surrounded by bars. He was too surprised to say anything. “Dummy in” she ordered passing him his do-do.

Doug took the dummy in his mouth and started suc-king, he tried to rise to his knees, but he was too securely fastened to do anything but tinkle the bells. He could only sit or lie down. “Yes, you will slowly lose the use of your legs because your muscles will weaken from lack of use” explained his evil stepmother.

“I need to go to the toilet” he said with a sense of increasing urgency

“What are you wearing?”

“A nappy”

“and who wears nappies?”

“Babies wear nappies”

“Looking at you. I would say that you are a baby, wouldn’t you? And what do babies do in their nappies?”

“Babies wet in their nappies”

“and what else???“babies go pooh in them as well” he said with despair

“There, that wasn’t difficult was it? You know where to go to do your potty now don’t you? Well? Tell me.”

“I have to go in my nappy Mummy”

“That is exactly right my baby boy” she said in a sickly tone “you wet and pooh in your nappy”

Doug looked crushed. He felt the need to pee growing stronger and stronger, there no was point in asking where he was expected to go. It had been explained to him very clearly and now he found himself heavily restrained in a cot secured by a baby harness that was not going to allow him to go anywhere.

Kate disappeared and Doug was left with his thoughts. He decided to lie down and explore his harness to see if there was any chance he could escape. The buckle was right in the centre of his back and there was no way he could reach it. The lateral straps were fitted under his bed and out of his reach. The clips on his side were secured using tiny padlocks, that he could feel had four tumblers. He knew that if you pulled against the lock and felt each of the rings of numbers, one of the rings would feel tighter to move than the rest. This was the one to rotate and under tension would prefer to rest in the open setting position than any other. He would then move on to the other three rings using the same technique. He suddenly stopped what he was doing. Somebody was coming. The tension made him wet himself and he knew it was pointless to try and stop it. The new nappies Julie had bought were a very high gsm and immensely absorbent and efficient. This nappy could take a number of heavy wettings.

His stepmother was holding a baby bottle full of milk. Doug looked terrified. “I don’t want it” he cried “it made me very sick last time.”

She forced him back, pulled out his dummy and forced in the nipple, to his relief it was regular cold milk. It had a slightly strange taste but he was too thirsty to care. He gulped down the bottle and in a few minutes was back in a deep sleep carefully drugged to be compliant. Kate noticed that the numbers she had set to 9999 had been moved on one of the locks. She left the room and later returned with two specially made mittens, that, though soft and woolly on the outside, had leather finger restraints inside. His hands would be helpless.

Doug lost all track of time, his room was blacked out all the time. He was fed bottles of milk and various juices but very little solid sustenance. He awoke when he was being changed and being fed, otherwise he was almost comatose. He was turned every few hours and his harness relaxed so that he had room to turn over. He now wore a onesie that kept his nappies in place while it kept him warm and snug in his cot. Slowly he realised that he was becoming weaker and weaker and could barely sit up on his own now. He had no idea how long he had been kept in this way. The twins never visited, he heard nobody and only glimpsed his stepmother as she fed him or changed him.

One night he heard a wailing noise followed by a slamming door, shortly after he had been fed. Minutes later he had fallen into a drugged sleep. He woke up the next morning with earbuds in his ears and a woollen bonnet tied under his chin that kept the earphones firmly in place. He didn’t dislike the endless nursery rhymes that played to him, it was a type of company and was far better than stark silence. Kate never spoke to him whilst she looked after him.

The deeper he listened to the sounds in his ears, the more he could perceive a distant voice that sounded reassuring and kind. He didn’t think he could understand what was being said but it made him feel content and he felt at ease. He no longer worried about being in a wet or dirty nappy because that was a good thing and he was somehow special. The only thing that made him anxious was when he lost his beloved do-do and that could lead to tears. Now this was now fixed with dummies of all different colours weakly secured with Velcro all around the cot bars, that he could easily pluck like a fruit from the tree despite his hands being virtually useless with his mittens.

There was always a bottle of fresh juice in his cot, so he never felt thirsty. Lately, he had started to find a small sandwich with the crusts removed left by his pillow. He could with great difficulty feed himself these exciting treats. He was so lonely that he had started to talk to himself in his cot. He  was a bit confused when he said “Baba got bockie mookie” and he wasn’t even sure if that was right. “Baba go pooh pooh naffy, Baba do wee wee naffy”. The permanent presence of the dummy in his mouth made speech almost unintelligible.

One day, he was thrilled to notice that his mittens no longer had the tough leather inserts and he could feed himself more easily. He also noticed that he had more room to the reins that connected to his harness. He could with great difficulty and after lots of clumsy falls get to his knees. He was so weak that he could never stand, but he could now look over the bars of his cot, even if the darkness prohibited much vision.

These days he was wetting himself almost continuously and was helpless to stop his pooh from forcing its way out into his nappy. The one thing he had noticed almost joyfully, was that his act of soiling himself came with a joyful erection in the front of his nappy that was increasingly demanding relief. One day as he was doing a particularly difficult pooh, because he was quite constipated, there was a huge stimulation to his tiny sissy stick that required his full attention. He played around trying to force the lump out and then let it slip back in. This was making him particularly agitated and in the end he was rubbing and humping his nappy in total frenzy as the giant pooh forced out the back of his towelling prison. The little voice in the back of his head told him he was a good girl and this was the moment she had been waiting for. “Baba do pooh pooh in naffy” he spluttered past his dummy, gyrating and mashing his waste as he exploded with a massive orgasm.

“Aren’t you a good baby girl for Mummy?” asked Kate who had watched with delight the depths of infantile depravity that Doug had achieved over the many months of training. “You did a good pooh pooh for Mummy didn’t you sweetheart?”

Doug hadn’t heard a human voice for such a long time that he started crying “Naffy, Baba go naffy, Baba good baby” he babbled.

“Aren’t you the little chatterbox” said Kate thrilled at his performance.

“Goo goo, ba ba, Mama!” he chortled happily through his dummy. His bonnet was askew, his little mittens were twisted and his nappy had clearly leaked after all his activities and his onesie was in quite a smelly wet state, but Kate could not have been happier.

“What a good Baba” she said rubbing the side of Doug’s cheek and drying a rivulet of drool that had escaped his mouth during his activity.

She lowered the bars to his cot and reached in to remove all his clothes until he was lying naked on his changing mat. She took the bowl of hot water and gave him a good wash making him clean and fresh. Zinc and castor oil was applied in quantity, followed by plenty of baby powder. Baby gurgled in delight. There was not a trace of nappy rash, his skin was pink and healthy with not a sign of hair which had been carefully removed. In no time he was in a fresh soft gleaming white bunny soft nappy complete with a much needed nappy liner and protective plastic pants. She knew she would have to act quickly to prevent this latest pair of plastic pants she had removed from staining but in the most part his protection was spotless. The soiled nappy she would deal with immediately.

Doug or Debra, as Kate thought of him now, was fed his breakfast in his cot as usual, but on this occasion she had allowed a small amount of light into the room by raising the blinds slightly. It took him a while for his eyes to adjust. The novelty of being able to see after such a long period was rewarded by the discovery of a rattle in his cot which he pounced on and started to shake with happiness. He bounced up and down on his padded behind relishing his new reward. Kate was delighted. She left on his baby bib because she was dribbling, maybe she was teething she laughed to herself. She picked up the syringe in the kidney dish and injected him in the arm, his wail was quickly ended as the psychotropic drug began its journey through his blood stream. He sat upright, his eyes wide open, his dummy silent in his mouth, his brain open on all channels.

Kate began her hypnotic procedure, Debra had already mastered the relaxation techniques and descended quickly to the the deep level required for what would be termed brain washing. “Today we are going to let Debra out. She is a lovely baby girl who is six months old, and six month old baby girls can’t talk can they? They make up words and babble a lot don’t they? You know how to do that don’t you, because you have been learning baby talk. You love the feeling of your wet nappy don’t you, but best of all you like to feel a big pooh in the back of your nappy because it makes you want to go squirties in your baby nappy doesn’t it? You like squirties because you know it makes your Mummy so very happy, doesn’t it? It hurts to think of when you were a big boy, so you suc-k your do-do and that makes all you nasty thoughts go away, doesn’t it? Your ba ba or bockie is your favourite thing because when you suc-k your baby bottle you are safe and Mummy’s little baby girl. Don’t you love your little pink harness? It keeps you safe and stops you falling out of your cot. Isn’t it a pretty pink and you just love the little jingle bells don’t you? You love the feeling of it keeping you safe and secure.”

“Best of all, I know you love your fluffy nappies don’t you. You can’t wait to have on a clean soft nappy so that you can start to wee and not worry about going on the horrid frightening potty. You love not having to worry if you need to do a pooh, because you can go any time and anywhere you want. It’s lovely knowing that your nappy will look after you and contain your wee wee or pooh. Actually, you love the feeling of a wet nappy and the weight of a big smelly pooh in the back of your pants is really exciting isn’t it? Sometimes it is so exciting that you have to make a number three in your nappies, but Mummy doesn’t mind darling. You are Debra and you will never know who Doug was, you are Debra.”

Debra/Doug stared into space gently suc-king her dummy as the information she heard was assimilated and ingrained into her deepest recesses. She smiled, sometimes she gurgled, sometimes she touched the front of hot nappy and bounced about a bit, but it all radiated back as bliss and shear happiness.

“Come back now Debra and blow your Mummy a big kiss.”

Debra came out of her trance and slurped kiss kiss kisses against the face plate of her dummy in the direction of Kate. “Debwa good baba’ she chortled as she released into her nappy “bad poffy, good naffy”she tried to articulate using her limited vocabulary. Kate revelled in her success at the infantile behaviour of her teenage stepson.

[antonia]

Chapter 11

Kate opened the door that led down into the house basement. it was an area that she had built a few years previously and was her private clinic that up until now she hd never used. In one of the six rooms was her special patient who had now been with her for the last six months.

A woman was sitting in a hospital bed wearing a large baby harness over the top of her woollen bed jacket. On the tables either side of her bed were chocolates and cakes, which she was consuming with relish. She was wearing a large bib to protect her top; and the large amount of chocolate on it, showed it was being used to serve its purpose. She had one of her  breasts connected to a breast pump and it peaked out from underneath her bib. A sippy cup half full of a sweetened cordial lay on her bed next to her.

She was a very pretty girl, her hair was long and silky, a pretty chestnut brown, but sadly a large section seemed to have been removed in the front, with the new hair just beginning to hide the obvious scar she had in her scalp. Although apparently a girl in her late twenties or early thirties there was something not quite right about her. The big dummy on her bed side table, the book of fairy tales told in large print and many pictures seemed more appropriate to a child ready for kindergarten or pre-school.

The most bizarre sight was the massive set of nappies she was wearing and on the foot of her bed was a huge stack of freshly laundered nappies and a pile of plastic incontinence pants. In the corner of the room were two buckets, one for soiled nappies and the other for wet ones.

She looked up as her new auntie walked into the room.

“Hello Julie”

“Hewwo Aunty” said the girl in a small voice “I got cake”

“So, I see” observed Kate “are you a happy little girl today?”

“Yeth” Julie replied having picked up her dummy and put it in her mouth “I been making milkiess for the baby.”

“You are a very good girl, well done” congratulated Kate smiling “You are such a big girl for aunty, how old are you now?”

“Five” replied the girl

“Have you been practicing the exercises that aunty taught you to do in your nappies?”

“Yeth, but I keep having akkidents” she said “my pooh won’t stay in and my wee wee won’t stop. I’m twying weally hard to be a big girl.”

“Never mind little one, you look so cute in your nappies that I could eat you all up.”

She walked over to the bed and examined the scar on Julie’s head “That is looking just fine. Are you having any pain?”

“No aunty”

“Do you have any nasty thoughts? what do you think about? Tell me the nice things and then tell me about the nasty things?” she probed

“I like thinking about the nice sweeties and cakes I got today, I like the new dolly I got yesterday but I can’t remember when I got my pretty new bib. I don’t like Mrs Walters, she got cross with me when I played inside my nappies yesterday.”

“Can you remember anything about last week, when aunty had a look up you bottom while you had a sleepy byes?”

“No” replied Julie

“Can you remember when your little boobies started to make milkies for the baby?”

“No, but it makes me feel funny in my girlie hole, when I take the milk out with the suc-ky thing.”

“That is all wonderful darling. I think you are just as perfect as perfect to be, you are a wonderful success and we are all going to live happily ever after” she enthused. “Now, as a special surprise I have organised for you to have lots of new pretty dresses and I have also organised things, so that you can go in your new playroom, eat in the kitchen and meet the rest of my team.”

Kate made notes in her notebook that Julie was doing well, but had very little in the way of long term memory. Her old memories seemed to have been completely lost or repressed and her daily memories were short lived, maybe at the same level as a two or three year old, but these things varied so much from child to child. She lived very much for the moment. Although her surgical regression (not quite a lobotomy but close) had been a huge success, it seemed that she was continuing to regress slowly as time progressed. Maybe the residual scar tissue was affecting the synapses and preventing new junctions from forming. She calculated that her mental age was between three and four.

Note: I have hit the buffers, so please accept my apologies for a delay to the next part

[Baby Mac]

You have amazing talent with this fiction, i mean wow. Kate is truly diabolical and its really upping the horror feel, so for that thank you. What she's done to Doug and Julie is horrific and i hoe it gets worse with the other basement rooms and what those creepy twins do. Even if Doug and Julie have been tamed i hope there is apart of there minds that are still them but are prisoners of the hypo. Where they can see but cant physically do anything. Anyway good luck with the story i wish Kate did this to me.

[mikeh1993]

This story sure took a twist, but my god, it’s been one heck of a ride as well. 

[antonia]

Chapter 12

She had reverted back to being a bedwetter remarkably quickly in a matter of a few weeks, the loss of bowel control had been slow; until Kate performed some simple rectal reconstruction under local anaesthetic snipping a muscle here and a muscle there with a little cut in the places where nerves were located. After a few days, she had the same control as a very young baby hopelessly soiling and wetting her nappies night and day. Her first dirty night time nappy was within a week of the operation, proving that she had the control of a 4 month old baby. Julie had been mortified.

Julie had been a nanny for too long not to know where her regression had taken her. How could she have slipped back so quickly on her continence? The restraints that held her were very secure and the facility seemed to be run by three staff who lived in. There was a housekeeper who looked after the cooking and washing, but she was unaware of her name. There was Mrs. Warren who seemed to be an orderly/carer/nurse who attended to her hygiene needs and was responsible for her incarceration. There was also a medical professional, a woman she had never seen but had heard talking to Kate outside her room door. It was this woman who said they should “do it” and they should “do it before she became difficult”.

After that her memories were very hazy, she remembered falling asleep and after that she woke up. Her head throbbed, she felt a little bit sore and she had a huge bandage wrapping her head. A tube came out of the top of her scalp. She had no idea where she was, she could hardly remember her name, she found thinking very difficult, nothing seemed to stick, she could not remember very much at all, even recent events seemed to fade very quickly.

There was a period of recuperation, the bandages were removed and she was changed in to clean nappies up to eight times a day. Something inside her said that it was strange to be wearing such infantile protection, but she could not remember ever not being nappy dependent. She could not recall ever suc-king a dummy, but now it seemed that this was part of her life and she was really upset when she could not find it and put it in her mouth.

A lady called Kate seemed familiar and it all came back when she told her she was her aunty and that she had a younger baby sister called Charlotte and twin sisters called Gina and Hannah. That made sense she thought, now it was coming back to her. Aunty told her she was five years old and had fallen over hitting her head rather badly and that had messed with her memory.

All this happened six months ago and she had been so poorly that she had been asleep most of that time, waking up for drinks, a little food and nappy changes. What she didn’t know was during that period she had been systematically brain washed with intense sessions of hypnotherapy, subliminal messaging and rewards to reinforce new behaviour.

The next morning Kate came into Julie’s room and was pleased to see her playing with her dollies and suc-king on her dummy humming ‘Ba Ba Black Sheep’ as she bounced her toy up and down in one hand and doing the same with another figure in the other. The smell of a soiled nappy was very noticeable. “Did Julie do a pooh pooh?”

“No, I’m big girl.” she said not really concentrating on anything apart from her dollies.

“I think you did whoopsie in your nappy while you were asleep baby” she said kindly

“No, no poohs in my nappy” she said starting to look distressed.

“It’s alright sweetheart, you can go wee wee and pooh pooh in your nappy. That’s why babies wear a nappy.”

Mrs Warren entered the room carrying a bowl of hot water, a flannel and towel in readiness for dealing with Julie’s soiled nappy. She lifted back her nightie and looked at the very wet soiled nappy contained within her transparent plastic pants. Julie started to look worried.

“What a good girl you are to go in your nappy” she said smiling “you didn’t know you made a stinky nappy because you were asleep when it happened darling.” Julie looked slightly happier and suc-ked on her soother for comfort. “Aunty doesn’t mind that you are little bit too old to still be in nappies, but you are so cute, I could eat you all up.” Kate watched as Mrs Warren tackled the filthy nappy with professional efficiency. She cleaned up the mess, washed her, protected her with zinc and castor oil cream and finished with a generous dusting of baby powder. The nappies she applied were a size appropriate for an adult, soft, thick and very fluffy, but with a baby’s sized nappy folded and used as a soaker. The plastic pants were transparent and enabled easy checks to see if she was wet or dirty.

“We are going to let you get out of bed today Julie” said Kate “we have a special walker to help you get the strength back in your legs”. The two women disconnected her harness from the bed frame and swung her legs round so they hung over the side of the bed. They positioned the walker which had a comfy canvas seat with two leg holes for her to slot in. She easily slid off the bed and plopped comfortably into the seat. They affixed her harness and made sure she was safe and secure.

“This for baby” she moaned with tears running down her cheek.

“It’s only until you can walk again sweetie”, explained Kate giving her hug, “you haven’t been on your feet for a very long time, so you are very weak. Just like a little baby. We need to start you off walking just like we would with a little baby, darling.”

In no time at all Julie was behind the idea and was slowly getting the idea of using her feet to propel the walker. She had no memory of anything other than her bedroom, so she was very excited to be allowed out the door. Her nappy warmed with the excitement of it all as she wet herself unknowingly - every much the way an infant would use such a walker.

Note: Definitely taking a break now until I can work out the rest of the story. As always, your ideas might weave their way into the plot, if it ignites a spark, then I ill happily fan the flame!

[Baby Mac]

Enjoy your break and the story is going so well so well done!