Failed and Faulty

[antonia]

Chapter 9

Olivia was on her mobile talking to her friend in the Manor and the reports were music to her ears. Felicity was far from finished in her mind and there were plans for her. In the meantime, she had a new nanny starting that very morning and she was arriving at any moment. However, unlike Felicity, this new nanny was going to be residential. The benefit was two-fold, she didn’t cost so much to hire and she was always on site in an emergency.

Suzanne was fully aware of her new charge and had been told that Andy had a psychological breakdown and had suffered a severe regression in his personality. She had been told emphatically that he was to be talked to like a baby and treated like one as well, because anything too adult might cause him irreparable mental damage.

The doorbell rang and a tall geaky blonde haired girl stood on the door step with three large bags. Olivia ushered her in, but did not make any attempt to help her with her luggage. She was shown her room and left to move in her belongings. Olivia told her to put on her uniform and report to her in the lounge in one hour.

Suzanne quickly unloaded her dresses and uniforms which were on hangers and easily put into the wardrobe in her room. The smaller items like underwear and lesser items could wait until later. She was ready in 50 minutes and could not resist a peak into the nursery on her way downstairs to the lounge. The room stank of dirty nappies and stale piss, it was the stench of poor parenting and neglect of duties. Her charge was asleep and had kicked off his cot blanket to reveal very wet and messy bedding beneath.

Olivia had made a pot of tea and some cheap biscuits were thrown on a plate. She did not stand but waved a hand for Suzanne to be seated. She poured them tea through a strainer and passed her a cup. She selected a Nice biscuit in preference to the morning tea ones.

They went through her duties for the day, clean the nursery, sort out Andy’s nappies and laundry, prepare his food for the day and organise his bottles. She would also need to tidy up his playpen and sort out his toys. His floor blanket and comforter needed a lot of attention.

At bed time he had to be restrained and had to wear his sleep bonnet. She did not know that his bonnet was fitted with air pods to play him a diet of subliminal messages throughout the night.

Olivia gave her a bank mandate to complete so that her salary would be paid into her account each month. In reality, Olivia was heavily strapped for cash, the cost of Andy’s babification had cost a fortune, his layette and the furnishings were exorbitant in their expense. She desperately needed to work full time and fill her own coffers.

Suzanne got to work immediately and was introduced to Andy who had been sedated to keep him compliant and quiet. He was filthy, his nappy should have been changed hours ago and had leaked through his sleep suit, into his bedding and even into his hair. It took hours to get Andy and his cot clean and sweet smelling. The washing line had over twenty nappies cleaned and sweet smelling alongside booster pads, bibs and hand washed plastic baby pants. His nursery smelled of baby powder and laundry detergent.

Andy was fed in his high chair and seemed to love his new nanny and all the hugs and kisses she bestowed on him. Olivia had cuddled him constantly following his failed escape attempt and praised him for dressing himself in a nappy while she was at work. She switched his vitamin serum for a doctored version full of sedatives that Suzanne was told had to be added to each of his bottles throughout the day.

No sooner had Andy woken up, and started to regain some of his old vigour, when he was fed his bottle and he slowly slumped back into a listless, sleepy condition and unable to stop himself from nodding off. He was now totally dependent on his nappies and unable to function without his dummy plugged into his mouth.

Suzanne was exhausted by the time she had finished her day. Olivia had asked her to go shopping and prepare the evening meal. Her supermarket receipt had been put to one side awaiting payment. The day had left her poorer than when she had arrived!

It was almost midnight before her head hit the pillow and she had still not fully unpacked. She had packed her toiletries in to the en suite bathroom, but had to empty one cupboard that was full of Tena Lady pants which were 9 drop absorbency. Maybe Olivia had a problem, she would save her embarrassment and store them in the drawer under her bed.

A soothing melody seemed to sound in her room, it could have come through the walls from Olivia’s room next door, but she was too tired to investigate.

[antonia]

Chapter 10

Felicity woke up wet and messy, her last memory was breakfast and she felt hungry again. She had no idea what time it was, but on the small table by her cot was a baby bottle of juice and a huge slab of chocolate that must have weighed a kilo. She reached through and took the bottle, spitting out her dummy and inserting the nipple of the feeder. She chugged through what seemed to be rosehip syrup, it was very sweet. Next she took the chocolate and used her teeth to break the seal on the foil. She chewed into the bar like it was a slice of toast, the saliva from her eating dribbled down her cheek and onto her bib, which was already wet from rushing her bottle and dummy drooling. She looked down at the once white bib and saw that the breakfast stains and these new deposits showed the perfect history of her dietary day.

Satiated, she felt a new desire rising, she wanted the pink squirty, the pink path to vibrant dreams and utter tranquility. The door opened. Sister Mary was resplendent in her dark blue uniform and starched white apron. In her hand she had a syringe of pink medicine.

“ Who are you today”? She asked

“Flithty” replied Felicity still hampered by her damaged tongue.

“No sweetheart, you’re confused again, your name is Selina. Can you say it out loud for me? Selina

Felicity looked at the syringe, she wanted her medicine so badly, but she knew she wasn’t Selina despite her bracelet saying that she was.

“Well? Have you remembered your name yet? I expect you want to have your dirty nappy changed, have dinner and then have your medicine don’t you?”

Felicity looked surprised, the last meal she had eaten was breakfast, how long had she napped? Her nappy felt disgusting, she could feel the smelly log pressing against her bottom and the wetting had cooled and was starting to burn into her skin. She wanted her medicine and she wanted it now. Despite devouring all the chocolate she was ravenous and hungry. “My name Thelina” she sputtered “I forgot because I’m a thilly girl”.

In a minute, she was being changed by an orderly, showered and back in nappies, this time with a huge soaker insert to get her through the night. She went to the canteen and ate a huge portion of steak and kidney pudding with chips and gravy. They brought her spotty dic-k and custard, then a slice of millionaire shortbread. On the side was a pint of Cola that they had put in a giant baby bottle. The gas made the liquid squirt out all over her bib, which by this time was a laundry disaster. Finally there was full fat cheese and biscuits and a small plate of chocolates to finish off. All was consumed.

Her bib was replaced with a new one and she was returned to her cot suc-king happily on her new dummy which seemed to have been dipped in flavouring. As she shuffled in her baby bed, her bladder released, soaking into the voluminous nappies that were around her. The syringe was injected and the cycle continued.

Sister Mary wrote on her chart - twenty thousand calories consumed today. Anticipated weight gain - three pounds.

[Baby Mac]

I love the women you write they are comfortably cruel and i am looking to see what this sadistic weight gain and regression will bring

[antonia]

Chapter 11

Suzanne was woken by the sounds of Olivia getting ready for work, a look at her watch told her it was six o’clock and she decided to score a few points with her employer by making her a cup of coffee. She checked her progress as she went to get out of bed, her pyjama bottoms felt positively damp, not wet but definitely as if she had suffered a few leaky dribbles. Suzanne was shocked, she never had accidents, never had any problems. She pealed back the sheets and was pleased to note that her bedding was perfectly clean and dry. However, she spotted a ridge that ran across her bed that was just discernible under her sheet. She looked under the sheet - nothing. She looked under the quilted mattress cover and there it was - an old fashioned rubber sheet. Her bed was already protected against infantile bed wetting.

She remade her bed somewhat shocked and put on a bathrobe, before making her way downstairs to make coffee.

She took a freshly made Nespresso coffee up to Olivia.

“Good morning” she said “can you manage a coffee”?

“Morning Suzanne, did you have a good sleep? Do you need a change?” She asked. Suzanne looked a bit shocked, how could she know about her near miss? Olivia laughed. “No not that, do you need a change from a duvet to sheets and blankets”?

“No all good” replied Suzanne with relief.

Olivia left for work and Suzanne started her chores by emptying the dish washer and tidying the kitchen. She collected up the nappies that seemed to be piled in the kitchen, dining room and lounge. How many nappies did Andy need? She counted 17, then there were the 20 from the big wash yesterday that she was tumbling in the drier to fluff them up. There were plastic baby pants on every radiator, most were clean and in good order but a couple were badly stained. She knew it was pointless trying to lift out those indelible marks.

She heard babbling from the nursery, her charge was waking up. She completed folding up the nappies, carefully to make sure all the labels were in the same position with all folds in the same orientation in the pile. She steadied the pile with her chin and slowly climbed the stairs. She went into the nursery and filled the shelves with her load. Andy looked sleepily at her while suc-king on his do-di. She cooed at him affectionately and he responded with happy gurgles.

Unlike her first sight of him, when he was dirty and soiled, today he was clean and smelt like a baby, warm wee and baby powder. She changed him out of his wet nappy and dressed him in one of his freshly laundered terries and sweet smelling baby pants. Today she picked out a pale blue bubble romper that gave him a huge nappy bum.

She fed him a wholesome breakfast and Andy was alert and seemed about to engage in a dialogue with her. By the time he had had his juice with the vitamin supplement he was back into a slump. He barely had the energy to soil his fresh nappy as he sat in his high chair. He strained and grunted, but hadn’t the strength to lift himself up from his seat to void in his nappies. His face went redder and redder until soiling could escape his body.

Suzanne changed him and put him down for his nap.

Olivia had left a list of chores to do on the kitchen table and they were not the work expected of a fully trained nanny from Norlands. Cleaning floors and bathrooms was not in her remit, nor was cutting the grass or looking at the lock on the gate. She did not want to set a precedent and decided to stick to the jobs that needed to be done for Andy. His clothes were a disgrace, some outfits were stained, buttons were loose, stitching had come undone. The nursery floor was dirty and all the units needed to be polished. So she set about her tasks as Andy slept. She hated the silence and turned on an MP3 player in the nursery that played through speakers on the wall. The music was a mixture of classical excerpts and very soothing, so would not disturb her sleeping charge.

She finally sat down as the floor dried and began her sewing tasks, her lack of sleep made her eyes heavy and she slowly nodded off. “You need nappies. You must suc-k your dummy. You love going in your nappies. A good baby wets his nappies”. She had put on a specially adapted piece of subliminal messaging designed for Andy, this is the diet of sound he was fed every night.