Proof of Intent

[sweet baby katie]

Perfect.  Simply perfect.  Perhaps a visit by several of Mommy’s friends bringing unexpected gifts of cute baby dresses with matching plastic lined rumba panties (obviously Mommy had gotten out thee
 word of his new state without his knowing, and with some high degree of certainty that he would submit) and his growing acceptance of his delight in receiving female affection and instinctual mothering in response to his adorable appearance.  Well, that is at least how i would hope to be overcome.

[antonia]

Chapter 11

Mrs. Warren arrived the next day with Maria who had met accidentally at the station and decided it would make good sense to share a taxi. Mrs. Warren was in her fifties and had the skill and confidence of a housekeeper who had managed a large kitchen and a team of staff. She relished the opportunity to downsize and return to the kitchen where she had always enjoyed creating delicious delights for the household and visitors when they came visiting. She had a warm no-nonsense air about her while being a kind and jolly personality that would bring good cheer to the mood of all.

Maria was twenty years old and had very little experience, apart from a long spell spent in a care home looking after the linens and laundry. She had worked hard and kept the airing cupboards well organised and in perfect order. Those patients in terry nappies always remarked how soft and gentle they felt on their skin and how lovely the plastic pants smelt. She was also an accomplished needlewoman and would happily darn the little holes that appeared at various times in woollen garments and repaired tears and seam failures without needing to be asked. The offer of more pay and lighter duties was too great an opportunity to miss, even if it did mean that her position now became residential.

By lunch time Mrs Warren was in her large white apron making a beautiful lunch for everybody, including a special dish for James. Maria had examined all the nappies in the airing cupboard and detected unacceptable stains so had put on a boil wash with plenty of oxy action Vanish to restore the white brightness to James’s nappies. The addition of a small amount of her mildly acidic water softening pre-treatment was going to restore them to a glorious softness that would send James into raptures.

By the time Mrs Warren called out that lunch was ready, the washing line outside the window had sixteen gleaming white nappies fluttering in the wind, next to six pairs of translucent plastic pants, five large white bibs and a dozen muslins used as nappy liners.

Caroline put James into his large high chair making sure that the harness was securely fixed and that he could not fall out. She fitted the tray around him and made sure that he was safe and secure. James was suc-king on his yellow dummy looking a little dazed and somewhat over-whelmed by the appearance of two new people to the household. Nobody introduced him to Maria or Mrs. Warren. Babies don’t need to know these things. Caroline took one of his bibs out of the drawer in the kitchen and fluffed it out by flapping it in his face. It was a white terry towelling bib which had a large yellow duck on the front and a yellow binding that went around the edges and formed the ties. She tapped him to make him lift his head so she could tie on his bib, his head being pressed into her breast as she lent over him to reach behind his head. James’s suc-king increased in frequency as he took in her sweet fragrance.

He looked a vision in yellow in his pretty romper suit of pale yellow which was accented with yellow ducks that were embroidered all over the front of the garment’s bodice. The waist was the classic empire line and elasticated across his chest from where the garment ballooned out to cover his thick nappies, before going between his legs where the silver snaps joined front to back. The effect was a lovely bubble that was accentuated by the lacy elasticated cuffs that went round the top of his legs to secure the garment over his thick nappies. On his feet were pale yellow booties secured with yellow ribbons and tied in large bows.

Mrs Warren came over with a bottle of juice and pulled out his dummy that was pinned to his romper with a yellow ribbon. He looked very concerned until he spotted the bottle that he eagerly grabbed and started to suc-k vigorously. “That’s a good baby” she said looking at the overgrown infant sitting in the highchair and not quite believing what she was looking at. She was being paid very well for her services and her feelings were not important. A part of her felt disgust, but another part of her felt pity for the man imprisoned in his baby attire and clearly being forced to act out his life as a baby, down to the humiliation of wetting and soiling himself in babies’ nappies. The shameful feeling was that she was being quite excited by this somewhat sadistic situation and so in a way she felt shame in those naughty thoughts. A start of tingling in her very private places and the development of a wetness was unforgiveable and it was almost impossible for her to suppress a little shiver and suppressed snigger.

Mrs Warren returned to her stove and completed the main course for her baby, which was a shepherd’s pie made with minced meat and freshly made mashed potato. Lisa had instructed her on the use additional fibre in all of James’s meals, the use of plenty of vegetables and lots of healthy fruits. The side of spinach, broccoli and cabbage she had prepared and chopped fine in her food processor with the addition of a couple of teaspoons of castor oil to improve the flavour. Dessert was a compote of plums and prunes on a bed of Greek yoghurt.

A good cook can make food taste nice with careful blending and using the right herbs, seasoning and spices. Caroline was amazed at the way James ate his meal with such enjoyment and relish. Spoon after spoon full of food was transferred from plastic bowl to mouth, most of it going in the right direction, but quite a lot was spilling on his bib and sticking to his lips and chin. By the time it came to his milky bottle, he was in a bit of a mess, but he was too interested in getting his bokky of num nums to worry about his appearance.

Caroline had made up his formula with the required diuretic to encourage his ‘wetties’, a little senna to support his ‘poo poos’ and a few drops of sleepy time medicine and sedatives to keep his docile and obedient. It was part of nanny’s plan to encourage him to follow a regime of naps and early bedtimes best suiting a young baby or toddler.

As the grown up ate their lunch, James came towards the end of his bottle and slowly slumped forwards in his seat, the bottle slipping from his mouth and falling to the tray, as his head dropped onto his chest. He wet his nappy.

[sissyboy1212]

Nicely done antonia! This is another lovely chapter in your distinctive and always well-polished style.

[BabyJay]

Another delightful continuation. Looks like He is destined to be in nappies for a long time. Perhaps graduating from rompers to pretty dresses and rumba knickers and made into a baby girl?

[Baby Samantha]

Yet another great chapter. I’m really loving this story, as the fall deeper into babyhood continues.
And I agree, if he were pushed more towards being a baby toddler girl, that would be amazing, but I’m sure I’ll love this story wherever it goes. xx

[antonia]

Thank you for all your kind messages. I have been really busy lately and had little time for writing. I will add another chapter tomorrow.

[antonia]

Chapter 12

A few months seemed to pass by in no time at all as James slowly slipped in to the life as a totally incontinent baby. The diuretics and laxatives were no longer a part of his diet. The sedatives and sleeping agents had also disappeared and he had slipped into a regime of wet nappies, two dirty nappies per day, a nap after breakfast and a nap in the early afternoon.

Caroline woke him up from his afternoon nap and Lisa had joined her, because today James was going to become Baby Jenny. He was given his bath and put into a set of thick white fluffy terry nappies covered by a pair of his translucent plastic baby pants. Next a pair of rumba panties in delicate pink with four layers of deep lace ruffles. A pink vest was slipped over his head as he began to protest. A large pink dummy was quickly inserted in to his mouth and his reflex suc-king immediately took over and he was once again silenced.

The dress that came off the hanger was a dress fit for a party, delicate pink with little red hearts surrounding the bodice, little pink puffy sleeves edged in pink and white lace. The high waste line came high up his chest and came down in a mass of frills to just cover the waste line of his new ruffled panties.

Jenny as he was now known tried to speak but it was muffled by his large teated dummy. “I’m not a giwl” he spluttered as the two women rushed to fit a ridiculously frilly bib edged in pink and white lace to protect his new dress. Drool started to run down his chin and quickly fell on to the bib, which fortunately had a pink plastic backing to stop anything reaching his beautiful new baby frock.

“Darling, you are going to be Mummy’s little baby girl from now on and I am going to dress you like this all the time. There are so many beautiful dresses that Mummy and nanny have picked out for you.” Said Lisa

“I’m a man” he exclaimed with difficulty “I neber agweed to be a baby giwl.”

Caroline intervened “A man has a winky doesn’t he? Your little winky has become smaller and smaller and now it is no bigger than a little stubby crayon is it? A month ago, you used to make spermies in your nappy when you did a poo poo, but now you just enjoy doing wee wee out of your little sissy stick, which is what babies do, isn’t it? The good news is that when you soil your nappy you have the same feeling that a baby would experience. You love the feeling of making a dirty nappy for nanny, feeling it come out of your body is exquisite, and the feeling of it dropping into your nappy is almost better than sex. You love the feel and squidgy softness as it warms up the confines of your lovely soft nappy, you now love the fact that you have learned how to be a real baby for your Mummy who loves you because you are now a total baby.”

“No!” shouted Jenny “ith not twue. I don’t want to wear naffies any more.” Jenny waved her arms around in frustration as Lisa and Caroline manoeuvred her into her pink leather harness and buckled them up at her back. At that moment Jenny went silent and started to grunt, her face went red and she wiggled about from side to side. She tried to pull herself up using the cot rails and managed to reach a kneeling position as Caroline held the reins to her harness. Jenny bounced on her knees and increased her grunting and straining. Caroline had pinned on her double nappies quite tightly and the fact that baby was wearing plastic pants and plastic lined rhumba panties meant that her protection was quite constricted. Lisa looked at her baby’s bottom and it was quite clear from the ever-expanding bulge that baby Jenny was filling her nappy. Caroline was studying baby’s face and although it was quite crimson from her strenuous efforts, it was quite evident from the far away glazed look in her eyes that she was in a state of euphoria. A few minutes later, it was all out and her nappy had performed well and served its purpose. Baby Jenny was almost panting from the effort and from the new babyish feeling that soiling her nappy now gave her. Caroline put her hand on the front of the satin panties and there was no sign of an erection. Even when Lisa started to massage the back of her pants, all that happened was Baby Jenny groaned with additional pleasure.

The moment had passed and the recently created baby girl started to sob as her bladder joined in the fun and flooded the front of her nappy. The warmth that radiated throughout her nappy area gave her further pleasure.

“What a good baby you are” said Lisa “now mummy has a special treat for you.” The two women helped Baby Jenny waddle over to the love seat that was used as a nursing chair and had her lie on her back with her head in Lisa’s lap. Lisa undid her blouse and carefully released her breast from her white lacy bra – a drip of milk fell onto baby’s face.

“No! you can’t feed me like a baby, I am your husband” he said as soon as his dummy had been removed with a distinct plop. The breast nipple was introduced to his mouth and the reflexes introduced by months of dummy suc-king and bottle feeding kicked in immediately. The shame of being in a wet, recently dirtied nappy was quickly overtaken by the shame of being breast fed by his wife.

“Mummy has been taking drugs to encourage lactation” she explained “now I can feed my baby every day.” She patted his nappy area as he suc-kled and at that moment of ultimate shame, a part of James’s mind snapped. All the conditioning, all the subliminal messaging, the reinforcing behaviour had pushed him into the abyss that was perpetual babyhood.


{Concluded}