Trouble about buns

[DaraJaney]

The next day Ann and Marie came over to see him. Mrs. Diplock had put him in a short yellow nightie to facilitate easy changing.  When the girls looked down over the bars at him, he was not pleased that they were seeing him like this.  He was still suc-king on his soother and clutching a doll.  He tried to pull his nightie down to conceal his nappy but it was pointless.  The girls sniggered.

They came back in the afternoon.  He had recovered a bit more and Mrs. Diplock was happy for him to sit on the living room floor once they arranged a play-pen around him to stop him wandering into mischief.

The girls looked down on him in the pen.  Mrs. Diplock had put him in a cute peach dress which flared at the breast.  She put him in white tights when she noticed goosepimples on his legs earlier.  He tried to get up and turned on his hands and knees.  His short dress rode up revealing his frilly white panties stretched over his nappy.  Mrs Diplock explained that she put him in such a short dress because they still had to change his nappy every few hours.

The girls stayed with him for a while, marvelling at how he continued to suc-k on his soother and clutch his dolly.  They read him some stories from old books in the bedroom.

Jack was slow to regain co-ordination.  But it did gradually return.  He was able to open the side of the play-pen and he crawled towards the kitchen thinking that he need more milk.  But he put his hand on a drawing pin and roared crying.  Mrs. Diplock came running in and bandaged his hand.

When his mother returned next, Jack’s hands had been bandaged so that his fingers were pressed into a ball.  Mrs. Diplock had tied mittens over his tape up hands.  This ensured that he couldn’t open the side of the play-pen again.  She was spoon-feeding him his dinner.  She had tied a bib around his neck to protect his peach dress.

“I was going to ask you a favour”, his mother said.  “We had booked to go away for the next two weeks and we can’t really bring Jack in his current state.  I was wondering if you could look after him for us.”  “Oh, that’s no problem”, Mrs. Diplock replied and she seemed pleased to be asked.

Jack’s mother knelt beside the play-pen.  “Mrs. Diplock will look after you for the next couple of weeks while we’re at the seaside.  OK?”  Jack was struggling to work out the implications of this, still not being quite with it.  “Bye sweetie.”  His mother kissed him on the cheek and got to her feet.

Just as the door closed behind her, it seemed to dawn on Jack what was happening.  “But…mmmpppfff”.  Mrs. Diplock stuffed the soother back into his mouth.

Jack wondered if his mother would bring over his boy’s clothes for him before she went.  She didn’t think of it.

Jack woke in the cot the next morning knowing that he was going to spend the next two weeks in dresses.  He was fairly sure that he was nearly back to normal so when Mrs. Diplock came in he held up his mittens for her to take them off.  “Not yet honey.  I want to be certain that you’re ok.  We don’t want any more accidents while your in my care.”  Jack was disappointed.  She dressed him in a lilac frock.

He was becoming more aware now and when he saw in the mirror how short his dress was he grumbled through his soother.  “I’m sorry dear but I need to keep you in short dresses as long as you are in nappies.  It’s OK- you won’t be cold.”  She produced a pair of white tights and pulled them on over his nappy despite his protests.  “Don’t be silly dear.  You’ll be nice and snug in these.”

When his frilly panties were in place she brought him into the bathroom.  “We badly need to wash your hair.”  He didn’t think anything of it until he smelt that awful lotion.  When she started to wrap his hair in perm rods he whimpered.  “Oh come on, you’re going to be here for a fortnight, so we might as well.”  With his hands in mittens he couldn’t do anything to stop her.

He sat stewing in his play-pen as his ringlets were burnt into place.  She gave him a baby bottle of milk to keep his mind off it.

[DaraJaney]

By the next day, he was certain that he was fully conscious again but she wouldn’t take off his mittens.  She insisted that he stay in the play-pen just to be safe.  He was fairly sure he could control his toilet too but she insisted on keeping him in nappies.



Eventually after continued protest on his part she just said “look, you’re staying in nappies until your mother comes home and that’s it.”



When they returned from holiday his mother went straight over to see him.  â€śHe’s in the garden”, Mrs. Diplock told her.  They went out.  His mother was surprised to see him still in the play-pen.  He was in his lilac dress which was now complimented by a wide bonnet to keep the sun off his face.  Because of the bonnet he couldn’t see them coming.



He crawled onto his knees.  His mother could see that he was clearly still in a nappy.  She smiled at the pattern of fairies on his tights.  â€śHello honey”, his mother called out.  Jack turned and flopped down on his thickly padded bottom.  His mother was taken aback that he was suc-king on his soother and had a dolly tucked under his arm.



“I’m afraid that he still needs his nappies”, Mrs Diplock told his mother.  Jack had continued to wet himself without thinking about it because he had become so used to it when he was drowsy.  He had also become dependent on his soother.  He was in full control of his other movements but Mrs. Diplock insisted on keeping his mittens on to stop him removing his frilly panties and tights which he hated wearing.



“Dear oh dear”, his mother said.  She smiled when she saw his restored ringlets dangling beneath his bonnet.  â€śWhat are we going to do?”



“He can continue to stay with me”, Mrs. Diplock said.  Jack looked up sadly.  He desperately wanted to be out of nappies and baby dresses but he just couldn’t regain control of his toilet.



“OK.  Mrs. Diplock’s going to continue to look after you honey.”  Jack grumbled through his soother.  â€śWell you don’t want to come back to our house where there are lots of people dropping in, do you?”  Jack had to concede that he didn’t want that.  But staying here meant staying in dresses with his hair in ringlets.  Oh what the heck!  The worst thing was that he needed nappies.  The rest was just a nuisance by comparison.



So he was left in Mrs. Diplock’s care.  He had pleaded with her about the mittens.  He promised he would keep his frilly panties and tights on but she didn’t trust him.  It meant that he still had to be bottle and spoon-fed everything.



A week later she took delivery of a specially made high chair for his feedings and he realised that there was no prospect of losing the mittens.  Nobody seemed to be concerned if he was regaining control of his toilet.



His mother and sister came over regularly to help feed him and change his nappies and they all seemed perfectly happy with the situation.  They loved dressing him in his various pretty baby dresses.



One Sunday his mother arrived with a box.  His sister sat excitedly beside her.  Jack looked out from his play-pen.  She opened the box and took out a baby dress that they had made themselves.



It was made of a pattern of cartoon animals.  There was a big floppy lace collar, puffed up sleeves and several layers of lace-trimmed petticoats underneath.  They immediately put him in his new dress.  They had also made a matching bonnet which they placed on his head and tied under his chin with a big floppy bow.



Ann had bought a clip to attach his soother to his dress.  They had also bought special tights covered with pink hearts.  Once they were on him they pulled on the matching bloomers.



When they had him dressed in his new outfit they pressed a dolly into his hands and stood back to admire him.  â€śMarie is making a cute new outfit for him as well.”  Jack realised that he was in nappies for keeps.



[concluded]



PS Thanks for all the kind comments about this story. DJ