Planned Identity

[Anonymous]

Jeffrey was looking at some board shorts in the men’s section of Kmart when a tall, beautiful lady strode up to him.  He could only stand there and stutter as she spoke.

“Child, what an earth are you doing here?  You know you can’t be trusted on your own?  Are you trying to run away?”

Jeffrey had no idea who this lady was let alone what she was talking about.  He had never seen her before and had no idea what to say to her, she obviously had him confused for someone else.

“Oh my goodness you’re not even wearing any protection are you?”

About now Jeffrey sparked into action demanding to know who she was, and what she was talking about.  He didn’t know what she meant by protection and he sure didn’t need any.

Suddenly she squirted a yellow substance into the crotch of his pants, this had Jeffrey distraught, he had no idea what her game was but she looked like she was serious about it.

“Right, that’s the last straw, come with me.  We’ve got to get you into some more suitable clothing.”

She grabbed Jeffrey by the wrist before he had the chance to react and she started dragging him towards the front of the store.  Her grip was vice-like, and no matter how much Jeffrey struggled he was not able to release himself.  All he could do was scream through the whole store to be let go.  At the front of the store the lady approached the information desk.

“Excuse me; I was wondering if you can help me.  My son here is the sort of boy who needs close supervision and he tried to run away from home today.  He came into his store without any protection and I caught him just after he had one of his accidents.  You wouldn’t happen to have anywhere where I could change him do you?”

“Certainly Madam, take this key, if you follow that aisle down to the back of the store you will find a room.  You can change your son there.  Don’t worry about the mess he made on our floors, we can clean that up.”

After thanking the shop assistant the lady dragged the now distraught Jeffrey down to the back of the store.  He could never go into this store again.  His first concern wasn’t this however; it was how he was going to escape this obviously delusional but beautiful lady.

The lady unlocked the door to the room and pushed Jeffrey inside.  The room was small and bare.  The only thing in the room was a wooden chair.  The floor was concrete and the walls were crème.  Without saying a word the lady tugged Jeffrey over to the chair.  By now he was wondering how much of a weakling he must be if he can’t fend off a female.  Before he had a chance to do anything she yanked off his pants and undies.  She then sat on the seat and pulled the struggling man over her lap.  She pulled one of his arms behind his back and pinned him down in her lap.  By now he was screaming, kicking, and demanding to be let go. 

He hadn’t noticed until now, but she had a large pink bag next to the chair that said “Baby Jeffrey’s Diddees.”  She pulled a large oaken paddle out of the bag and started to spank Jeffrey.  This didn’t stop him from kicking and screaming.  His attempts became more desperate.  No matter how much noise he made she continued to spank him.  After a while his shouts and screams became unintelligible babblings.  Then they developed into whimpering, until nothing came out of Jeffrey at all.  His bottom was changing from a bright red to purple.  Tears streamed down his face.  It wasn’t until now that the lady stopped and spoke to him.

“Now, I am going to get your things ready.  Until then you are to stand in the corner with your nose against the wall.  You are NOT to touch your bottom or you go back over my lap.  You are to call me Mummy.  You are not to argue with me.  You are to do whatever I say.  Do you understand?”

Jeffrey nodded slowly up and down as he wearily trudged to the corner.  This lady…Mummy…meant business.  Jeffrey heard loud crackling noises and scuffling as he stood there.  His bottom hurt so badly, it hurt so much that he would do anything to prevent another spanking.  After a few minutes of standing there Mummy called him back to her. 

When he turned round he saw a large padded plastic changing mat.  She instructed him to lay on it.  Jeffrey winced as his bottom touched the plastic.  Mummy lifted Jeffrey’s bottom up in the air by his ankles with one hand and slid three cloth diapers under his bottom.  She then spread diaper rash crème over his bottom and crotch and then powdered him with baby powder.  The babyish smells wafted up Jeffrey’s nose.  She pinned the diapers tightly round his waist.  When she had done so Jeffrey couldn’t bring his ankles together, let alone his knees.  She then pulled clear plastic panties up over his diapers, struggling a little bit.  They crinkled and crackled loudly, announcing to the world that Jeffrey was wearing diapers.  She then opened a packet of light pink tights and pulled them over his legs and then over his diapers.  Jeffrey had never ever worn tights before and they felt so strange.

What came next scared Jeffrey even more.  She pulled out some rumba panties.  They were covered with lace, ruffles and ribbon.  Jeffrey cringed as she pulled them up over his diapers.  After putting patent pink Mary Jane shoes on his feet she stood him up and instructed him to lift his arms up.

She pulled out of the bag a mass of petticoats.  They were a little crushed from being stuffed in the bag.  She pulled the pettis over Jeffrey’s hips.  Jeffrey looked down to see that the petticoats only covered half of his diapers.  He wondered how he’d managed to get into this situation.  Mummy pulled out a satin pink dress out of the bag.  It had an empire waist line, a peter pan collar and puffed sleeves.  There was lace and ribbons around the collar, sleeves, hem and waist line of the dress.  It was so frilly and girly.  It took Mummy a while to do up the back of the dress as it was fastened with row upon row of tiny buttons.

“Hold out your hands please,” she instructed.

Jeffrey had no idea why so he was shocked and surprised when she pulled fingerless, thumbless mittens on over his hands and fastened them at the wrists.  With his hands out of commission he couldn’t do anything for himself.  She then pulled a set of patent pink straps out of the bag.  They had several jingly bells all over them.  As Mummy pulled them on over his chest and started buckling up all the straps, he realised that they were baby reins.  Looking down he saw embroidered on the chest strap “Baby Jeffrey”, with little bunnies.  This definitely wasn’t a mistake.  Jeffrey could only wonder how this fate had befallen him as it was obviously planned.

Mummy pulled a satin, frilly, pink bonnet on over Jeffrey’s head and tied the ribbons under his chin.  She then pushed a dummy into his mouth and told him if he didn’t leave it in there she would punish him.  The dummy had a matching patent pink strap connected to it that she fastened to his baby reins.  She packed up all the remaining things into the bag, zipped it up and then clicked a lead on to the back of Jeffrey’s reins. 

As they walked to the door she told him, “We are going to go back to the front of the store.  When we get there you are to apologise to the nice lady for having an accident in her store.  You are not to remove your dummy.  You are then to ask her if she will forgive you.  I will spank you in front of everyone if you don’t do as you’re told. Understand?”  Jeffrey led the way out of the room and waddled his way to the front of the store.  He was constantly aware of the jingling, crackling noise he made.  His diapers were so big!  The tears continued to stream down his face as Mummy followed behind him, holding on to his leash as if he was an unreliable pet.  He could see the shop assistant at the front of the store.

To be continued…

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This was my first time writing a story like this.  I would have done it sooner but for some reason my two main email addresses have been banned here.  Hopefully this one doesn't.

I appreciate any comments or suggestions :)

[Ahiru]

“Well Jeffrey?  What do you have to say to the nice lady?”



Mummy towered over Jeffrey while he managed stuttered out “I’m thowwy … I … I … hab da accadant in your th…op.  Can you for..g…give me?”



The shop assistant replied “why certainly honey, under one condition.  From now on you are only allowed in this store with your Mommy here to keep an eye on you.  Otherwise we will give your mummy a call and she will come and spank you right in the middle of the store.  Understand cupcake?”  Jeffrey broke down and sobbed as he nodded up and down in agreement.  His bells jingled and his diaper crackled as his shoulders shook.



Mummy then spoke to the shop assistant, “thank you so much for all your help.  It is greatly appreciated.  We just have to stop off at the food court to get me some lunch and then I think I’ll be taking Jeffrey home for a nap.  He’s had far too much excitement today.”



“Well for all it’s worth I think he’s learnt his lesson.”



Mummy had Jeffrey wave bye bye as she led him away back into the mall.  There were a lot of people in the mall that day and Jeffrey could feel them all stopping and staring at him as he waddled heavily through.  Occasionally people would stop his Mummy and ask why he was dressed so.  She would answer saying he was slightly brain damaged and couldn’t control his bodily functions.  She told them she kept him in frilly dresses as this made it easier for her to check his diddees.



Once they had arrived at the food court Mummy and Jeffrey stood in line outside the Chinese place.  She carried her tray, laden with deliciously smelling food, back to an empty table and placed it down.  Jeffrey was instructed to sit on the floor; she didn’t trust him sitting on a chair.  She threaded the loop of his baby reins around the leg of her chair and then she sat down,  Jeffrey sat there watching everyone watch him as she thrust towards him a large baby bottle full of lukewarm baby formula.  He started drinking it immediately, his bottom still smarting from his spanking earlier.  He cringed as the first mouthfuls were suc-ked down as the taste was awful.  He could smell the nice food that Mummy was eating above him.



When he had finished his bottle his tummy felt so full it was starting to look bloated.  He could feel the formula sloshing round in his tummy.  Before he had a chance to get used to it his Mummy stood up and had him waddle out of the mall to her car.



Mummy picked Jeffrey up and sat him in the baby seat in the back seat of the car.  She clipped four straps in the baby seat to his reins and then fastened the five-point belt over him.  The harness pulled his petticoats and dress up fully exposing his frilly rumba panties.  Jeffrey tried in vain to pull his dress down but with his hands mittened he couldn’t get any grip on his dress.  Jeffrey had accidentally dropped his dummy.  Mummy pushed it into his mouth before she got in the front seat and headed the car to what was his new home.  Barney songs strained out of the rear speakers and Jeffrey tried his best to block it all out as he tried to come to terms with what had happened to him.

Mummy’s home was down a long driveway.  When the car came to a complete stop Mummy pulled Jeffrey out of the back seat and held tightly to his reins as she motioned him into the house.  She tugged him down a hallway which ended with a door that said “Baby Jeffrey’s Nursery”.  Jeffrey jumped a little when he saw this.  He shouldn’t have since everything else had seemed planned, but he did.



When Mummy opened the door Jeffrey was left standing there with his mouth open and his dummy dangling from his reins.  Mummy gently pushed it back into his mouth as she pulled him into the room.  The room was an overgrown nursery.  The walls were covered with pink and white wallpaper with bunnies and flowers all over it.  There was an oversized pink wooden crib in the corner and a changing table in the other corner.  The changing table was covered in padded plastic and stacks of cloth diapers and plastic panties could be seen on the shelves above it.  In the third corner there was a pink wooden chair, and a large paddle hanging on the wall next to it.  Finally along one of the walls there were double doors to what was a large wardrobe filled with lavishly frilly baby clothes.



Mummy pulled him over to the changing table saying she had to get him ready for his nap.  She pulled off Jeffrey’s reins, dress, and petticoats.  She lifted him up onto the changing table and secured a strap over his chest.  She then removed his shoes, tights, panties and diapers and started smearing a crème all over his crotch.  After leaving him laying there for approx fifteen minutes she took some flannels and wiped all the crème off.  Jeffrey was shocked as he saw all his manly crotch hairs come away with the crème.  Mummy then rubbed diaper rash crème over his crotch and bottom and then sprinkled baby powder over him.  Mummy then turned Jeffrey over and inserted two suppositories into his bottom.  While doing so she gave him a warning.



“Don’t you dare let go of these suppositories before I tell you you may.  I have ways of telling and you will be severely spanked if I find out you released them early.”  What Mummy didn’t tell Jeffrey was that the amount of time he was going to spend over the next 24 hours holding in suppositories was going to totally ravage his sphincters, leaving him unable to stop the stinky, poopy diddees.  She rediapered him.  Pulled plastic panties back over his bulging diapers and started pulling a pink footed sleeper over his legs.  The crotch was lined with plastic and it reacted with a loud CRACK as it reacted with his panties.  She removed Jeffrey’s mittens and pulled his hands into the sleeves.  For a second Jeffrey thought he was free from the mittens till he realised there were mittens sewn onto the sleeves of the sleeper.  Mummy zipped the zipper up his front and then did up the crotch snaps one by one.  You could see his panties in between the snaps.  She then put his baby reins back on him and led him over to his crib.



The crib just had a plastic covered mattress.  There was no pillow, and no bottom sheet.  She connected four straps to his baby reins and tightened them, pinning him down in his crib.  A feeding gag was strapped into his mouth and the flow for the formula was released.  Jeffrey had two things to worry about.  Keeping the suppositories in and keeping from gagging on the volumes of formula that was flowing down his throat.  He certainly didn’t want to sleep.  Mummy kissed him on the forehead, turned on a Barbie night light and then shut the door.  You couldn’t even hear Jeffrey’s sobs around the gag as he lay there into the afternoon crib crackling and bells jingling.

[Ahiru]

Jeffrey had spent so long in that nursery that he lost track of time.  Mummy only ever came in to replace his diapers, suppositories and feed.  Each time it was becoming harder and harder to hold the suppositories in and he had wet his diapers countless times.  If it wasn’t for the large amounts of diaper rash crème that had been spread on his bottom it would have been very red and sore by now.  This went on until finally his abused sphincter couldn’t hold the suppositories anymore and Mummy knew that he was now totally dependant on his diapers. 

She undressed and carried him into the adjacent bathroom and she sat him in the lukewarm shallow water.  His attempts to hide his unmentionables were met with a swift slap.  Mummy scrubbed him so vigorously that his skin started to turn a babyish pink. 

Once she was happy with the job she had done she wrapped him in a large fluffy pink towel and took him back into the nursery.  As she went to place Jeffrey onto the changing table he pushed her away with all his might and ran to the closed nursery door.  The towel tangled itself around his ankles and he struggled to make it the rest of the way to the door.  Mummy stood there and watched him as he struggled to reach the door knob.  Jeffrey honestly didn’t understand why he couldn’t reach the door knob.  Mummy was grateful she was over six feet tall and could afford the luxury of having the door knob higher up than normal.  All Jeffrey knew was that he was a big boy and none of this was necessary.  Why was he letting this lady do such horrible things to him?

Mummy walked over and grabbed his wrist.  Wordlessly she dragged him over to the chair in the corner of the nursery and swiftly pulled Jeffrey over her lap.  Jeffrey cried, yelled and screamed to be let go, but his demands fell on deaf ears.  She took the paddle off its hook and started gently rubbing it against Jeffrey’s bottom in circles.  Jeffrey flinched as it touched his tender lobes.

Mummy then said, “Jeffrey, you are going to learn that you are not to run away again.  That spanking you got in the mall will seem like nothing by the time I am finished with you.”  Then suddenly without warning she raised the paddle and it hit Jeffrey’s bottom with a vengeance.  Jeffrey cried out in pain as the blows reigned down again and again and again.  Nothing he said, or did, seemed to make a difference.  His struggles made no difference.  The spanking went on for a very long time and Mummy didn’t stop until his bottom was bright cherry red and Jeffrey had long since stopped fighting her.

Mummy then carried the defeated sissy back to the changing table and swiftly pinned three thick cloth diapers on him.  She then pulled transparent pink plastic panties on over his bulky diapers and snapped them into place.  Jeffrey looked away out the window as Mummy then pulled some white tights up his legs and over his plastic panties.  She finished his bottom off with some crème and yellow rhumba panties.  They were covered with ribbons, ruffles and lace.  As she was putting patent white Mary Jane shoes on Jeffrey’s feet he could feel himself wetting his fresh diapers.  A fresh bout of tears followed as he realised he was dependant on Mummy.

Mummy stood him up on the floor to pull down a full set of petticoats over his bulging hips.  Jeffrey’s legs wobbled as they were forced so far apart and the pain of his paddled bottom made him even more unsteady.  Mummy then put him in a lemon yellow dress that was similar to the first dress she had put him in.  His frilly, prissy, diapered bottom was pretty much on full display.

Dejectedly Jeffrey held out his hands so Mummy could fasten fingerless, thumbless mittens on them.  She then buckled a set of jingly patent white baby reins on over his chest.  His tears abated a little as she pushed his dummy into his mouth and connected it to the baby reins.  He heard a snap as she connected the leash to the harness and she led him out of the nursery, down the hallway and into the lounge.

What he saw shocked him.  He realised that Mummy had spent a lot of time and money on this whole … thing and she wasn’t about to let him go.  In the middle of the floor was a large play pen painted in pink.  There was a padded plastic mat on the floor.  Mummy lifted him into it and connected the end of his leash to a loop in the corner of the playpen.

“Now, Mummy got some Barney DVDs for you, you can watch them and drink your bottle while mummy does grown up things.”

Jeffrey groaned as he suc-kled on the huge bottle of formula.  It tasted absolutely putrid to him.  Especially since that was all he’d consumed over goodness knows how long.  His tummy already felt bloated.  He also hated Barney, but there was nothing else to do.  Mummy hadn’t put any other toys into the play pen.  Tears trickled down his face as he watched them all sing those annoying songs and do things he knew he wouldn’t be allowed to do.  His diapers and the plastic mat crackled loudly with each movement that he made.  His rhumba panties were on full display and his petticoats seemed to be puffed up all around him.  In all reality it had only been yesterday that he had been wandering through the shop wearing “big boy clothes”.  He let out a loud sob as he wet his diapers…again.

[Ahiru]

Jeffrey had sat there watching so much Barney he was convinced he would be singing their stupid songs in his sleep.  He only ever got a break from it that afternoon when Mummy came in to take him to the nursery to change his diapers.  Jeffrey had spent long enough out of the nursery that the stench of his dirty diapers in his diaper pail hit him.  She rediapered him quickly and took him back downstairs to finish the Barney DVD.  Just as he thought he was going to go insane Mummy came in and switched off the television.



“Tea Time (dinner for you Americans) baby, I bet your hungry by now,” She sang.  Jeffrey wasn’t but he knew it was a bad idea to say anything.  In his mind he hoped that this was at least a chance to eat some actual food.



Jeffrey followed Mummy into the dining room where she picked him up and sat him in the pink wooden high chair that was sitting next to the table.  She clipped four straps to his baby reins and then fastened a five-point harness on over his torso.  Jeffrey’s petticoats flailed up thanks to the crotch strap that went over his crackling diapers.  Mummy then clicked the tray into place and went into the kitchen.



She came back carrying a plate.  On it was spaghetti.  Jeffrey loved spaghetti.  She put the plate on the table and then went back into the kitchen.  Jeffrey assumed she had gone back to get his plate but she came back carrying two baby bottles.  You could see the disappointment on Jeffrey’s face as she handed him the first bottle.



“What?  Did you think for a second that I was going to give you grown up food?  You’re much too young to be eating food so you had better get used to formula.”



Jeffrey suc-ked down the first bottle and watched Mummy eat her spaghetti.  The smell was divine.  He finished the first bottle just as Mummy had finished her spaghetti.  She handed him the second bottle as she took her plate back into the kitchen.  Jeffrey already felt full but his bottom was still stinging from the spanking he had received that day.  He had finished a quarter of the bottle as Mummy came back in with a plate of boysenberry ice cream for herself.



Jeffrey had now drunken two large bottles of baby formula and he felt very full and bloated.  Mummy unlatched the tray on his highchair and undid all the straps securing him in.  She lifted Jeffrey up over her shoulder and started patting him on the back.  Jeffrey realised that she was burping him.  He was about to say something when he suddenly let out a very loud, surprising belch.  His tummy still felt just as full, but a little less bloated now.



Mummy then said to Jeffrey “time for baby’s bedtime bath.”



She stood him on the ground and had him waddle up the hallway to the bathroom.  Mummy stripped him of his girly babyish attire and sat him in the bathtub.  Jeffrey sat there listless, lifeless.  Was this all his life would be from now on?  A never ending circle of sleeping, drinking formula and baths?  Mummy carried him back into the nursery and placed him in thick night time diapers.  The plastic panties barely fit over them.  She then pulled on a clean footed sleeper on and put the baby reins on over top.  She pushed his dummy into his mouth and carried him to his cot.  Jeffrey closed his eyes tightly as she lay him down on the crackly plastic sheet.  She secured him in the cot, turned on the night light and left the room.  



It was only seven pm and Jeffrey could see the light still filtering through the curtains.  This didn’t bother him.  He had barely slept the night before with the stress of holding the suppositories in and suc-king down the formula.  suc-king the formula for so long had done more than he realised.  He slept through the whole night suc-king on his dummy, it never left his mouth.

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The next morning Jeffrey woke up to a soaked, messy, poopy diapers.  It scared him that he had lost control so quickly.  He let out a moan and Mummy came in to get him ready for the day.  She bathed him and dressed him in a peach satin romper suit and matching bonnet.  As she dressed him she talked.



“We’re going out today.  You have an appointment at the dentist and then somewhere else.”



Jeffrey had no idea where this somewhere else was but it scared him.  Once he was put back in his baby reins and mittens Mummy had him go out the front door.  He stood there patiently as she locked the door and then put him in his car seat.  He suc-ked his dummy and watched all the trees going past as Mummy drove to the dentist’s office.  



She pulled up into one of the car parks and pulled Jeffrey out of the car.  A crowd had gathered to watch and Jeffrey knew this.  He tried with all his might not to be moved but Mummy was too strong for him.  He waddled after her as best he could as she walked into the front entrance and up to the receptionist.



“My son here Jeffrey has an appointment to see Doctor Knight.”



The receptionist was a little shocked as she looked down to see Jeffrey in all his baby clothes.  She responded, “This is Jeffrey?  He seems a little too old to be in diapers.”



“Poor Jeffrey is a little brain damaged.  He thinks like a five year old and has the potty training of a one year old.  The doctors tried everything but unfortunately he won’t improve.  It’s easier to care for him, and keep track of him if I dress him this way.”



“Oh poor little Jeffrey!  If you’ll just go through there Doctor Knight is waiting for you.”



“Thank you.”



Jeffrey was absolutely terrified.  He had no idea what Mummy had planned for him.  His teeth were all in perfect working order.  He hated dentists and he tried his best not to be dragged into that scary office.  All he could do was wimper.

[Ahiru]

The dentist had been picking around in Jeffrey’s teeth for what seemed like an eternity.  The dentist pushed his gloved finger inside Jeffrey’s mouth and felt around his teeth and gums before pulling it back out and turning to Mummy.

“I am glad you brought him to me, there is a lot we can do for him.  His teeth are in shocking condition.  I would recommend getting the procedures done as soon as possible.  I think I have an opening tomorrow morning, but you will have to check with my receptionist.”

“Thank you very much Doctor Knight.  I will go make the appointment right now.”

With that Jeffrey was pulled off the high dentists chair and led out the door again.  Crackling, Swishing, Jingling.  After making an appointment for tomorrow morning Mummy led him back to the car and strapped him into his car seat.  Jeffrey had no idea what this procedure would be, he had a feeling it would be life changing.  Jeffrey had no idea.

Mummy drove through town and stopped outside a tall building.  Jeffrey looked up to see the big sign “Baby Inc.” above the large double doors.  The reception area was a plain area.  There was a nice friendly lady sitting at a desk and several chairs in a corner.  Mummy walked up to the receptionist and said:

“Jeffrey is here for his 11 o’clock appointment.”

“Thank you, take a seat.  Someone will be out shortly to see you.”

Mummy led Jeffrey to the waiting area and lifted him up onto one of the seats.  She handed him a dolly and she picked up a magazine to read.  The leash on his baby reins still looped over her wrist.  Jeffrey held onto the dolly tightly, fearfully looking round him for any clues of what would await him.  The room was stark, bare, cold.  He started trembling and a steady jingling noise emanated through the reception area.  He tried to stop but seemed to have no control over himself; he flinched as he felt himself wet his diapers again.

“Hello, you must be Jeffrey, and you must be his mother!”  Jeffrey looked up to see a tall lady in a business suit standing in front of him.  She seemed to blend in with the cold reception room.

“Jeffrey, are you going to say hello to the nice lady?”

Jeffrey barely managed to utter a greeting from behind his dummy as he looked up at the scary lady.  Satisfied with his greeting the lady motioned them into her office and had them take a seat.

“Jeffrey, you are probably wondering why you are here.  I am about to offer you a choice.  You can either choose to continue this life that has been laid out before you, or you can sign these forms I have here and you will be free to go.  There are some conditions to you signing the forms.  The most obvious one being that you are not allowed to talk to anyone regarding what has taken place.  The repercussions would be very serious if you did.  So…what do you say?”

Jeffrey was to desperate to get out of his ridiculous clothes to bother reading what the forms said.  He quickly scribbled his signature and the date at the bottom of each and handed them back to the lady.  A large fishy smile spread over her face and Jeffrey felt strong hands on his shoulders.

“What’s going on?  You said I could leave once I signed the forms!”

“Well I lied Jeffrey,” she snapped back, “you should have read those forms.  You have given both Baby Inc. and your mother full legal and guardian control over you.  We now have legal permission to make any decision we want to with regards to your life.  You didn’t think we would let you go now would you silly boy?”

Jeffrey tried to struggle his way to the door but the receptionist was holding him down.  He then tried to slap her away with his hands but barely touched her shoulders let alone her face.  These efforts only served to anger his Mummy who marched over and dragged him back to her seat, where she pulled him over her lap and exposed his still pink bottom.

“No, please, I’ll be good, I promise,” Jeffrey wailed,

“Oh I know you will, I am going to make sure of it!”  His Mummy gloated.  Jeffrey had never been this scared in his life.  Suddenly he felt a large THWACK as Mummy released her heavy paddle onto his bottom.  Her hand came down again and again and CRACK SMACK CRACK could be heard in the reception area.  When she finally stopped tears were streaming down Jeffrey’s face and he was shaking.

“Now, can I trust you to behave?”  Mummy asked as she pinned his diapers back on, tugged the plastic panties back on over the bulk and snapped the romper suit back in place.  Jeffrey wiped his eyes with his now mittened hand as Mummy took his other one and led him through a door into a stark white room. Jeffrey was petrified of what was coming next.  He didn’t know what was coming next.  He now wondered what the dentist had in store for him tomorrow.

[Ahiru]

In the room there was a padded table and various other medical paraphernalia.  Jeffrey was lifted onto the table and stripped down to his diapers and plastic panties.  His dummy was left in his mouth and it rhythmically bobbed in and out as he allowed it to sooth his tears.  He was weighed and measured and then turned onto his stomach.  Jeffrey let out a yip as the cold thermometer was pushed into his blazing bottom.  The nurse had one hand on his back and she looked at her watch on her other wrist.  His temperature was read and an injection was pushed into his arm.  Jeffrey had no idea what it was for but very quickly all went dark.



When Jeffrey awoke his body was red and tingly all over.  The dummy that had been in his mouth fell to the plastic lined mattress of the cot as he let out a loud wail.  Suddenly his mummy and a nurse appeared at the bars of his cot.



“Aww poor baby Jeffrey!  He doesn’t know what happened did he?”  His new mother gloated.  She proceeded to explain to him that he had been unconscious for a week now after they had performed several procedures on him.  The first thing that had been done was that they had implanted a tracking device in the sole of his foot.  They then removed all his body hair permanently and return his skin to baby softness.  His skin hadn’t completely healed yet but it was much better than when the procedure was first done.  He also found that all of his teeth had been removed and a soft plate had been glued into his upper palate hindering his speech.



“Wath haf you thdone tho me!”  He lisped.



“Aww, babies should be seen and not heard sweetums,”  Mummy jibbered as she pushed Jeffrey’s dummy back into his mouth, “you know the rules!  Your not to talk unless I give you permission, or do you want a reminder of why you should listen to me hmm?”



Jeffrey quickly shook his head and started to suc-k on his dummy again.  It felt odd now with that plate in his mouth, little did he know how used to it he would become.  It was never going to come out.



Jeffrey looked down to see what he was wearing.  He had been put into another pink footed, mittened sleeper.  A love heart and the name “Baby Jessie” had been embroidered onto the left breast of the sleeper.  Patent pink baby reins were secured over his chest and they were then strapped to the cot so he wouldn’t “fall out”.  The bells jingled as he breathed in and out.  The plastic crinkled and crackled as he tried to shift his bottom round.  



Jeffrey, or Jessie as he was obviously called now, was so overwhelmed by all of this he barely noticed Mummy coming towards him with a large bottle of baby formula.  She removed the dummy and started to push the bottle into his mouth.  He turned his head, trying to avoid the dreaded bottle.  Frustrated Mummy held his nose sealed waiting for him to open his mouth.  As soon as he did the bottle was pushed in there and held in place.



“You are going to have to get used to drinking formula baby because this is all babies are allowed.”



Jessie grimaced as he choked down the vile liquid.  There was so much of it.  His tummy started to swell bigger and bigger until Jessie didn’t think he could hold any more.  As he suc-ked his bottle a stream of urine let loose in his diapers.

Another week later, Jessie was ready to go home.  He when he wasn’t drinking from his bottle he was suc-king on his dummy.  He sobbed whenever someone tried to take it away from him.  Jessie was always dressed in pink as Mummy said pink was his colour.



Jessie stood shakily at the door of Baby Inc.  His Mummy held his hand fast with his lead looped over her wrist.  His legs were bowed from the thick bulky diapers he so obviously needed now.  His pink dress and petticoats swished, accentuating his pretty, frilly rhumba panties showing from underneath.  Mummy tugged on his hand as she led him back to the car.  He waddled as quickly as he could to keep up with her, only too eager to get away from this place, but at the same time ashamed at his desire to “go home”.  People stopped to stare on the footpath at the sight.  Jessie lifted his mittened hand up to wipe a tear from his eyes as Mummy opened the car door.



Mummy lifted him into his car seat, attaching his baby reins and securing the harness over his torso.  She pulled his dummy out and let it dangle down his front as she pushed a fresh bottle into his mouth.  Jessie clutched it as well as he could with his mittened hands as Mummy closed the door and got into the drivers seat to go home.  He was going home to his new life, his new permanent life.  Jessie could only hope things wouldn’t get worse as he listened to those awful Barney songs jingle along.