Dream Come True

[DaraJaney]

They seemed happy to continue treating him like a baby all through Sunday so he played along.  When it came to bedtime his mother said “I don’t want him waking me in the night to be changed, though.”  Lisa was just feeding him the last of a baby bottle of milk so it seemed certain that he was going to wet himself during the night.



“Just a minute”, her mother said.  She reappeared carrying what looked like a much thicker nappy.  It was also square.  She laid it out in a diamond shape on the changing table and pulled the sides in from the points.  Then she told Frank to get up on the table.



“Now if you fold this point up a few times it makes for a really thick front on the nappy for very good soakage”, she explained as she folded it up between his legs.  She pinned the thick roll to the part that went around his waist.  When she was done he found that he couldn’t close his legs much.  She pulled a much bigger pair of plastic pants over his nappy and tucked everything in.



He lay back in the bed.  The nappy was so thick around him.  â€śNow you’re not to wake anyone for a change during the night.  If you wet yourself, that nappy will take it.”  He frowned at the thought but nodded.



He did indeed wet himself during the night.  He just lay there.  It went a little cold but it wasn’t as bad as the night before.  Soon he went off to sleep again.



His mother woke him.  â€śDid you wet yourself?” she asked as she pushed his soother in.  He nodded.  She ran her finger under the elastic of his plastic panties.  â€śNot bad”, she concluded.



“You know”, she said softly, “if you’re really miserable at school, you don’t have to go today.”  He looked up at her hopefully.  He really was unhappy at school.  But if he stayed at home did he have to stay as a baby?



“Do you want to go?”  Put like that of course he shook his head.  â€śOk honey”, she kissed him on the forehead.



Frank wasn’t too pleased when she dressed him in his baby dress, tights and panties without changing him but he was becoming accustomed to not having a choice over these matters.



She led him into the kitchen and told the others that he wasn’t going to school.  They were quite pleased for him.  His mother continued to bottle and spoon feed him, changed his nappy after another wetting and put him in another towelling square.  These thicker nappies really made him waddle.



Lisa’s mother arrived during the day with another baby outfit from the fancy dress place.  This one was peach and had several layers of petticoats attached.  Frank looked at it and felt that tightening feeling even in his thick nappy.



The next morning he wondered if his mother was going to make him go to school.  In the event, she never raised the subject.  She gave him a baby bottle of milk.  But then she wanted to spoon-feed him some muesli.  He hated the stuff and tried to push her hand away.



“Now honey, this is much better for you.”  He shook his head firmly.  â€śYou need the roughage she insisted.”  She forced a spoonful into his mouth.  He swallowed and shuddered.  He pouted but she insisted on continuing.



Lisa’s mother watched with interest.  She popped out of the house for a moment.  She returned with a packet of rusks.  â€śWould you prefer these?”  Frank looked crossly at her.  He wanted his corn flakes.  His mother poured milk over the rusks and half-mashed them.  He let her put one spoonful in.  It was pretty disgusting but at least it didn’t have that sawdust texture like the muesli.  Grudgingly, he let his mother feed him the bowl of rusks.



Later that day when she was changing him she shaved all around his groin.  He was curious but just suc-ked on his soother wondering what that was for.



When he was back in a clean nappy Lisa’s mother came back from the shops.  â€śI was down at the hyper-market”, she said.  â€śSome great bargains there, you know.”  She went out to the car and returned carrying a large box.  It was a wholesale carton of rusks.  â€ś40 packets” it said in the side.  His mother was quite pleased.  â€śThat should keep him going for months.”  Frank looked up in shock.  Months?  He looked at the huge box and thought about being kept in nappies and baby dresses for months.  Or go back to school?  He really hated these dilemmas.



The next day Lisa’s mother came in while he was playing in the pen.  â€śI have a surprise for you.”  He looked up with interest.  She took from behind her back the book of baby dress patterns that had given rise to this whole episode.



“Do you see this?” she asked, pointing to a lemon baby dress with a white pinafore with huge wings over the shoulders.  Frank gazed at it.  â€śTa-da!” She took out a Frank-sized version of the dress.  The soother dropped out of his mouth.



She soon had him zipped into his new baby dress.  He looked down at the lace-trimmed pinafore.  He could feel layers of netting under his dress.  Lisa tied a matching bonnet under his chin.  His mother took a pair of powder yellow tights from the bag.  His member was now at full stretch.



His mother made him step into the matching bloomers.  He could feel the elasticated legs just above his knees.  When they brought him to the mirror he could see that the dress only covered the top half of his nappy.  The unmistakable bulge was obvious under his bloomers.  Lisa turned him around.  He looked over his shoulder.  There were three lines of lace across his bottom and a big bow in the centre.  He wanted to cry he loved the outfit so much.

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But they weren’t finished.  â€śAnd finally”, his mother announced.  Frank was curious.  This was all so fantastic what else could there be?  She and Lisa pulled thick mittens over his hands and buckled them at his wrist.  He examined them curiously.  His fingers and thumbs were completely immobilised in the mittens.  â€śTo stop you getting into trouble.”



Lisa’s mother also had a carpenter hard at work.  They brought him into the kitchen.  In the middle stood a wooden high-chair.  They sat him into it.  It was equipped with a set of straps to hold him in and the tray had a special catch underneath that he couldn’t open with his hands in mittens.



He wriggled experimentally in the chair while his mother prepared a bottle.  He spent several minutes squirming against the straps and tugging at his mittens but he was held tightly in the high-chair and his hands were completely useless.  His mother smiled as she came over with his bottle.  She removed his soother and pressed the bottle into his mouth.  He was completely at her mercy.



After his bottle his mother smiled and said “now for your nap”.  He gave her a puzzled look.  This was new.  She brought him into the back room.  There was a large pink wooden cot in the corner.  He froze. But his mother pushed him on.



She took off his bonnet, dress, bloomers and tights.  Then she produced a pink sleeper.  It was a thin flouncy dress with a short little flared skirt.  She made him lie back in the cot.  The dress had built in panties which she pulled under his bottom up his front.  She pressed several fasteners together to hold this in place over his nappy.  â€śThere we are!”



She replaced the side bars.  Frank was getting concerned.  He got up on his knees and took out his soother.  â€śHow long are you going to keep me like this?” he asked cautiously.  His mother pushed his soother back in.  â€śNow, now.  Real baby’s can’t talk.”  â€śMmmppppfff  nnngggg ugghh eeennngg  mmmyyy”, he protested.



“Well now, Lisa’s Mum has gone to all this trouble and expense honey.”  Frank looked down at his new pink sleeper and then at the cot he was in.  His mother took a pink leather harness.  She pulled it over his arms.  â€śYou’re our little baby now.”  She pushed his soother back in.



“Mmmppfff!”  He tried to grab the bars of the cot but his mittens made even that impossible.  His mother tightened the harness around him.  This had been all very well as long as he was choosing what he did.



She attached the harness to a loop on the end of the cot.  It gave him enough slack to move around the cot but he clearly would not be able to get out.  He looked down again at the mittens that made his hands helpless.



“Sweet dreams love”, his mother said. “Mmmppfff” he replied and she left the room.  He sat there wondering was she going to come back in a few minutes and explain that it was all a joke.



But she didn’t.  He looked around the cot.  The only thing there was a teddy.  He examined the catch on the side of the cot.  There was no way he could open it with his hands in mittens.  He looked down at his harness and where it was attached to the cot.  He had to accept that he was going to be in the cot until one of them decided to let him out.  He didn’t like being at their mercy.



It was clear that if they had gone to the trouble of making him his own baby dresses and making him a high-chair and cot that this was not to be a short stint as a baby.



Eventually he lay down in the bed.  There was nothing to do but clutch his teddy and suc-k on his soother.



Much as he was disturbed by his predicament, he was inevitably hugely aroused by it.  He turned on his tummy and tried to rub his groin against the base of the bed to bring himself to climax.  But in such a thick nappy, it made little impact on his member.



As he thought about being kept as a baby indefinitely his erection hardened.  But he just couldn’t complete the job in such a thick nappy.  He rubbed and rubbed himself but it was no use.  He eventually had to give up and wait for things to subside.  But he couldn’t take his mind off being a helpless baby in a pink dress and confined to a cot – since it was his actual situation.  So the erection just kept returning.  He suc-ked desperately on his soother hoping that that would relieve it.



It was at least an hour before Lisa came and let him out of the cot.  â€śNow, off to your play-pen”, she told him.  He waddled towards the door.  â€śDon’t forget teddy”, she said.  Frank turned to see that she was holding the strap of his harness.  It was obvious he was going nowhere without the teddy.  He went back and leant into the play pen, picking teddy up between his mittens.



He walked away and Lisa held his harness until he reached the play-pen.  He had to wait for her to open the side before he could get in.  She slipped the catch open and let him in.  He flopped down in the centre and she locked it again.  Then she tied the strap from his harness around one bar of the pen.  She turned the TV on to the children’s programmes and left him watching Barney.



They got into a regular timetable of bottles and feedings and naps for Frank.  For the first few days he didn’t sleep during his afternoon naps.  He just writhed in the cot desperately trying to bring his erection to fruition.



But then he got into the habit of nodding off.  Soon he came to associate his warm bottle of milk with the cosy feeling of being tucked into his cot with teddy under his arm.  One day he woke to find his nappy wet.  He didn’t know when he had wet himself but it must have happened in his sleep.



Mrs. Edgar wondered why he was crying when she went in to wake him.  Since he wasn’t allowed speak he couldn’t explain.  She stuck a finger in to test his nappy.  It was damp but not in need of changing yet.  She sniffed but there was nothing.  She handed him his teddy.  â€śThere, there, did we have a bad dream?”

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Another day he felt a little unwell before his nap.  He drifted off anyway.  After a while, he half woke.  He could hear Mrs. Edgar.  “I’m afraid a bad bang on the head did it.”  He could just about make out a strange lady standing beside her with a clip-board.  He desperately tried to wake up properly.  He clutched his teddy tighter and suc-ked hard on his soother.  “Ah the poor thing”, the woman said.

Then Frank realised that he had soiled himself badly.  The stink was terrible.  He shifted in the cot and realised that it was a terribly liquid poo.  “Poor dear can’t help it”, Mrs. Edgar said.

“Mmmnnnnggg” Frank said.  Unable to summon up enough co-ordination to even spit out his soother.  “Fair enough”, the lady said, retreating from the smell.  “I’ll come back in a month to see if there’s any improvement.”

Frank tried to sit up but the woman was leaving the room.  “Mmmnnngggg” he protested as the strap prevented him from reaching the end corner of the cot.

Mrs. Edgar came back in.  Frank gave a thoroughly puzzled look from his cot.  “Sorry honey but we had to give you a little something to make it look convincing.  Otherwise they might make you go back to school.”

Frank thought going back to school must be preferable to sitting in a cot in a dirty nappy.  But he didn’t seem to have any say in it anymore.

A few days later he was sitting strapped into the high-chair being spoon-fed his boiled vegetables.  Mrs Edgar told him “some of the other ladies on the street have heard about you”.  Frank frowned.  “It’s not possible to buy lots of rusks and bottles of nappy rash cream around here without someone noticing.  I had to explain to them.”

Frank looked very troubled.  Just what did she explain?  “I explained to them that you are a fourteen-year-old boy who loves to wear frilly dresses.”  His heart sank.  “I told them how you ended up as our little baby”, she continued as she scooped up some dribbled parsnip from his chin.

“So there’s a few of them coming over this afternoon to see you!” she said brightly.  “Mmmpppfff!”  Frank complained.  “It’s ok.  They’re very understanding” she assured him.  This didn’t make a bit of difference to Frank.  He didn’t want these women seeing him in nappies and baby dresses.  “Mmmnnnnggg!”   â€śThat’s right, it’ll be fun.  There won’t be more than a dozen of them.”  Frank slumped in the high-chair as she went to clean his bowl.

That afternoon he was strapped into his high-chair in pride of place in the middle of the lounge wearing his lemon baby dress, matching bonnet and bloomers, white tights, frilly ankle socks and with his hair freshly pressed into ringlets.  Lisa added a little blush to his cheeks.  She pressed a large doll under his arm.  They stood back and admired him.  He frowned from behind his soother.

The doorbell rang making him jump.  He heard the chatter of women outside the door.  He wriggled in the high-chair in one final vain attempt to escape.  But then he wet himself as the chatter entered the hallway.  That was his third wetting, he reckoned, and even his thick towelling square was going to feel uncomfortable now.  But he didn’t think that this was the best time to ask to be changed.

The women were delighted to see the fourteen-year-old boy in a pretty baby dress.  They chattered excitedly about his cute bloomers, pretty bonnet and white tights.  They just loved his ringlets.  Suddenly cameras started flashing.  “Mmmpppfff!”  This wasn’t part of the deal.  Then Frank realised again that there was no deal here.
 
So now that it wasn’t a secret anymore and every Tam, Trish and Harriet seemed to feel free about dropping in.  Four women were now making him new baby dresses from the patterns in the book.

Frank was now well used to his baby status.  He waited patiently all the time to be let out of his high-chair, cot or play-pen.  He suc-ked on his soother when he wasn’t being bottle or spoon-fed.  He frequently found himself wet or soiled without remembering when he had done it.

On the anniversary of his first day in a skirt, his mother arranged a “birthday” party.  He sat strapped into his high-chair in his brand new baby pink dress with the powder blue puffed sleeves and delicate taffeta pinafore.  His pink frilly pantaloons were covered in rows of lace all the way down to his ankles.  The six-inch brim on his bonnet meant he had to turn his head to be able to see anything outside the funnel view it accorded him.

About twenty women and former school-mates gathered round as the birthday cake was placed on the tray in front of him with one candle lit.  His mother pulled the soother out of his mouth.  He blew hard and the candle went out.  His mother replaced the soother while everyone cheered.

A slice of the ice-cream cake was cut for him and Lisa proceeded to spoon-feed it to him.  His mother opened all his presents for him which mostly consisted of dolls or rattles but included other bits and pieces.  Someone bought him a new harness with “Baby Frank” written across the breast.

After all the guests were gone his mother spoon-fed him the last piece of cake.  “All gone now”, she sang to him, “… until next year.”  So not much sign of an end to this, he concluded.

[The End.]