The New Job Part 1

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Part 22
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Simon and Darren pointed at Tom and said in unison “Big Baby Mummy” and the two women laughed as Tom went bright red and wet his training pants so that the outer pair tinged yellow at the front. Amanda was thrilled at the rapid descent Tom was taking to being an overgrown toddler. He certainly was regressing much faster than she ever expected. He suc-ked nervously on his dummy his mind swimming at the turn of events.

The large knocker on their front door suddenly broke the mood with its banging. Amanda looked out of the window to see who it could be. “It’s Tom’s mum” she exclaimed “what a surprise we have for her today!” Sheila stood up to leave. “No, don’t go, stay and meet Sherry, I know she would like to meet you, especially as you have been so kind to us both. She is a lovely lady and we can all have a nice cup of tea.”

Amanda opened the door as Sheila hovered by her chair. Tom suddenly realised his current state and looked around the room as if there a means of escape. He decided to sit down and try to hide his new infantile clothing and took the dummy out of his mouth and put it beside him on the cushion of the chair.

His mother was a tall and distinguished looking lady who you could tell commanded respect and attention. Her steel-blue eyes were sharp, alert and piercing, capable of spotting anything out of the norm instantly. She swept into the room with Amanda close behind. “Where’s my boy? He never rings, never calls and is always so busy trying to make that business of his a success”. She swoops over to where Tom has just managed to seat himself and cover his lap with the daily newspaper. “Lost your manners Tom?  Stand up and give your Mother a big hug.” Tom stood up trying to cover his soggy plastic training pants with the paper, but his mother was far too sharp to miss anything as obvious as that. “Where are your trousers?” she asked seeing his bare legs sticking out from behind the paper, which she swept aside with one sweeping gesture of her arm. “My God” she exclaimed as she saw the wet terry nappy material through the plastic pants “you’re wearing nappies. You are a full grown man back in nappies and more to the point you have wet them like a big baby”. John reacted immediately to the trigger phrase and once again he released more wetness into the soft folds of his absorbent toddler pants. “And what on earth is that?” she exclaimed, pointing to the large adult sized dummy on the chair, “it is far too big for these two baby boys here, so don’t tell me that you have taken to suc-king a dummy as well?” She glared at him in disbelief, and her face moved to within inches of his. “I want to know exactly what is going on. I want to know why you have turned out to be such a disappointment to Amanda and why she has to treat you like a toddler back in nappies?” She picked up the dummy, examined it between her fingers and then not knowing what to do with it, suddenly turned on Tom and said “open your mouth”. Tom jumped and immediately obeyed as Sherry rammed the rubber teat between his lips. “suc-k on your dummy you big baby, while I decide what has to be done here”.

Tom bravely tried to talk back to his mother (as he felt more wetness fill his pants in response to the trigger phrase) and babbled “I am not wearing nappies I just had an accident and was wearing some training pants to stop the damp patches”. He sounded infantile and he knew it. His mother grabbed the front of his terry-lined plastic pants “these are not an accident, you have wet them completely. It isn’t training pants you need, it is a good old-fashioned thick terry nappy and a good stout pair of clear plastic pants so that we can see exactly what a big baby you have become. Look at you, these pants are soaking and let me see here
”. She took hold of the waist band and looked inside. “You are wearing two pairs of training pants and have soaked them both”. Tom suc-ked forlornly on his dummy. “I am going to sort you out for Amanda. What a disappointment you must be for her, you are such a disappointment. You wet the bed until you were ten years old, so I might have guessed it was too good to last”.

Sherry looked at Amanda and then to Sheila as if looking for an explanation. Amanda broke the moment of tension by suggesting they should all go and make a cup of tea, while she would try and explain what had happened.

“Tom you play with the two boys while Sheila and I go and put the kettle on” said Amanda as she led Sherry and Sheila into the kitchen. Tom sat down with the two boys and started to show them how to make things with Lego blocks. Voices were raised in the kitchen and Tom heard snatches.

Amanda was saying his business was rubbish, they were in debt, the mortgage was in arrears and the honeymoon was a disaster. Tom was a useless lover and not very well endowed either, and now he had started to have his babyish accidents and wet the bed two nights in a row. She did love him and Sheila had offered her a well-paid job in the business to help ends meet. Tom then heard his mother say that she was trained in embroidery and needlepoint and would love to help out. In the meantime she was going to move in to sort out Tom and help her as much as she could, after all there was a spare room she could use. Amanda welcomed the idea. Tom was horrified.

He heard them returning to the lounge and he quickly went back to playing with the boys. “Look at the babies playing on the floor” said Sherry laughing, “and they all look as if they could do with a clean nappy!” The three of them turned to look at Tom’s mother all three dummies being suc-ked with pleasure and all three nappies soaked to capacity.

Sheila scooped up the reins of her two boys and said “we must be off. Lovely to meet you, Sherry. “ she said with a twinkle in her eye. “Do you need any more supplies Amanda? I have a dozen of those large night time nappies if you would like them?”

Sherry did not wait for Amanda to reply “We will take them and we will use them gladly my dear. How much do I owe you? I want some good quality plastic pants and some mittens to stop him playing with himself. I also want some big terry bibs with plastic vinyl backing. It is going to be fun having a baby back in the house.

End Part 22

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Part 23



Tom’s regression was really taking a hold and the desire to wet himself was growing stronger and stronger each time he let himself release into the fold of the terry training pants. The continual reinforcement of his subliminal programming was not helping him to be an adult.



At 6.30 Amanda and Sherry descended on him in the lounge. He was sitting on a plastic play mat in the middle of the lounge floor surrounded by the Lego bricks which he was putting back into their boxes. He was uncomfortable as his toddler pants had filled to capacity and leaked out onto the surface of the plastic. His tea-shirt was already starting to have a tide mark where his wetting had started to wick up the cloth. He was still suc-king on his dummy and a thin line of dribble was running down his chin.



“Come on Tom” said his mother “time to get you sorted out. Let’s go upstairs and get you bathed and clean again”.



Tom stood up almost sloshing he was so wet. They went to the bathroom where Amanda pulled down his plastic training pants and inner terry protection. They plopped to the ground with a thud and the two women looked at each other with huge smiles. “What a big baby we have here today Sherry, look at him, have you ever seen such a pathetic little willy?” Amanda pulled out his dummy and put it in her pocket. She could swear that Tom looked almost disappointed.



“His father wasn’t much good either my dear, I had to have a whole succession of lovers to keep me satisfied and left him to look after himself with his dirty book collection”.



The bath was running with loads of huge bubbles, the unmistakable smell of baby powder infused the room. Sherry had opened the bathroom cabinet and taken out Tom’s razor. “Better to have this hair off Amanda, it will only lead to problems with nappy rash in the future”. She went round him cutting and scraping his hair off, which caused a wicked stinging that made Tom wriggle with discomfort. “Oh do keep still Tom, or else you will end up without this pathetic piece of manhood”. Amanda laughed again.



They pushed him into the bath and scrubbed him clean, he was glowing pink by the time they had finished and his groin was on fire. Amanda and Sherry set about drying him with a soft white towel and made sure he was completely dry. “Follow me Tom” said Amanda, “you have to get ready for bed”. In their bedroom there was a large white plastic sheet on top of the bed with a large terry nappy folded and ready to receive him. A large pair of plastic pants and a nappy liner was lying next to it.



“Can I put his nappy on him Amanda?” asked his mother “it is a long time since I have done this! Go on, lie down on your nappy Tom. My goodness your winkle looks even smaller if that is possible, I think the most suitable place for it is inside your nappy, it looks as its best use will be to do your wettings”.  Amanda reached in to her pocket and inserted Tom’s dummy into his mouth, which she noticed Tom took rather too eagerly. Sherry smeared a thick oily white cream over his nappy area and then nearly choked him in a cloud of baby powder. She undid two large nappy pins and held them between her lips, then she pulled up the thick nappy between his legs and pulled one side round to the middle and pinned it securely. She then pulled the other side round and tugged it tight before inserting and securing the second pin. The plastic pants were totally transparent and looked almost as big as a carrier bag, Sherry shook them out and pulled first one foot and then the other through the elasticated leg openings. She then pulled them up his freshly shaved legs and told Tom to lift his bottom. In no time at all his giant fluffy white nappy was encased in the protective plastic of his pants. The loose edges were tucked in and Sherry patted the front of his pants saying “we can see when you need a change in these can’t we dear?”



Amanda looked at her pathetic husband lying on the bed suc-king his dummy and wearing the largest nappy she had ever seen. “What a big baby you have turned into Tommy, who would have thought that I would be putting my husband back in nappies.” Tom looked hurt, he had no explanation for his recent accidents and behaviour, all he knew was that he wanted to suc-k on Amanda’s breasts and cuddle up to her.



The two women manhandled him to the floor and took him down to the kitchen. He sat at the kitchen table in nothing more than his nappy and plastic pants. He was already feeling the familiar pressure on his bladder and got up to go to the toilet. “Where do you think you are going Tommy” asked his wife.



“I need to do a wee” said Tom mumbling round his infantile dummy and barely intelligible. He started to step from one foot to the other as the pressure started to build.



“You are wearing a nappy now and babies do their wee wee in their nappies don’t they? So you just go in your nappy like a good baby”. The subliminal messages were wearing slightly thin as the day came to a close, but the many stimuli and feelings were powerful enough to override his decreasing control and the slow leak turned into a total flood. The two women watched with fascination as the front of Tom’s nappy showed a spreading wetness through his clear vinyl pants. They watched with disbelief as the wetness expanded from the centre of the nappy and made its way down between his legs.



“Those are wonderful nappies Amanda, he will be able to wet himself quite a few times before he needs changing and we can easily see when that change should happen. He loves suc-king his dummy doesn’t he, I had an awful job trying to take it away from him when he was a toddler and had to give in eventually. He made such a fuss! He was the only child I knew who still had a dummy at the age of six, it was so embarrassing and he still had a his do-do to bed when he was nearly nine years old. He used to take his old baby shawl and a freshly laundered nappy to rub against his ear right up to his early teens. I had to cut bits off the shawl each month until it was no bigger than a handkerchief! I think he took his cuddling nappy (as we called it) to bed until he went to University”.



Tom looked mortified that his mother was telling all his deepest secrets to Amanda. He suc-ked forlornly on his dummy finding it comforting and helping to make the babyish revelations a little easier to bear.



His mother was now in full flood and continued her stories. “He took ages to potty train, he must have been almost four when I eventually got him dry during the day and out of nappies, but I still kept him in plastic training pants until he was six and then in terry towelling pants until he was almost eight I think. Of course, he wet the bed until he was twelve and I had to have special nappies made for him. He used to look so sweet in his bunny suit when he had been naughty or cheeky and I had some lovely flannel pyjamas made of Wyncyette for him that had large bottoms to fit in the bulk of his nappy. He was such a lovely baby, but my goodness he was sooo messy” Sherry stopped to have a chuckle as she brought up the vision “he was always dropping his food down his front and we always made sure that he wore his bib for every meal – he needed it! We always took his bib out with us when we went out, as you know his father walked out on us when he was a baby, so perhaps I was taking out my anger on Tom. I hated the idea of standing outside the male toilets waiting for him when we went out, so I used to put him in a nappy, as it was so much more convenient, and he had such a small bladder that he wanted to stop every five minutes. I found a pair of bibbed shorts for him to wear that allowed me to fit in his nappy, how he hated our trips to the department store, especially when we went to the fashion shows. If he wet a lot, I would stand him in a quiet corner and stuff a clean dry nappy inside his wet one to keep him going until we got home. He hated wearing that terry bib when we had a tea cake and cup of coffee, but money was so tight that I had to count every penny in those days. Clothes were expensive”.



Sherry sat back her face glowing with pride “My washing line always seemed to full of nappies in those days and my neighbours said that I had the whitest fluffiest nappies that they had ever seen. It did not do Tom any harm, I think he turned out very well, but I never expected him to want to go back to his early days” she said looking at Tom sitting beside her in his wet nappy and glaring at her with a look of pure hatred.



Amanda who had been cooking placed a plate of fish fingers and chips in front of her husband “we will eat later Sherry. I think your bib idea is a good one and I think Sheila put one in to the box of supplies she delivered”. She went into the hall and opened one of the boxes. “Here we are, I thought I had seen one” she said coming back into the kitchen bearing a white towelling bib, lined in a white vinyl with an appliquĂ© teddy in one corner. “Would you like to put this on Tommy for me please Sherry?” The humiliating bib was tied around Tom’s neck and he felt his morale drop still further as his descent into babyhood took another step. His dummy was removed and placed next to his plate. Sheila shook up a bottle of tomato sauce and squirted a generous amount to his chips and fingers. Tom started to eat, but to his horror a chip laden with tomato sauce fell off the fork and skidded off his bib leaving behind a vivid flash of red as it landed back on his plate. The two women nodded knowingly.



Sheila filled a beaker that she had also found in the box and fitted the spouted lid. The drink had been laced with muscle relaxants, crushed sleeping pills and diuretics. She put it next to Tom’s dummy on the table. “I am not drinking out of a baby cup” he fumed as another piece of his tea fell on to his bib.



“You seem to be making such a mess Tommy, that I think this is a wise precaution” said Amanda beginning to relish the new infantile Tom. Tom was out of fight and picked up his sippy cup and drank with a gurgling hissing sound as the liquid in the beaker was replaced with air. Within minutes he was so sleepy and his muscles so relaxed that he could barely lift his arms. His last spoonful of dinner barely made it to his mouth and another load of food soiled his bib. He started to drift into sleep and filled his nappy with a fresh wetting.



“Come on sleepy head, time you went to bed” said Amanda. The two women took hold of Tom and dragged him to his feet. Amanda put his dummy to his lips and Tom took it automatically.



“Are you going to have him in your bed Amanda?” asked his mother.



“Yes, I like feeling him next to me and as long as I am not soaked, then he is welcome to stay” she laughed “do you think we should change him?”



“No dear” said Sherry “he will be alright and he has to get used to a wet nappy, even if that means he has a touch of nappy rash while his skin gets used to the new situation. He never had a problem as a boy, so I am sure he will soon get used to everything. We will leave him wearing his bib, because it will catch his dribbles. Do you have something for him to wear in bed dear?”



“Yes, I asked Sheila for a babygrow”. Amanda disappeared for a few moments to re-appear with a cream coloured bundle of softness which they manhandled onto Tom finally securing the garment with five large poppers between his legs. They arranged his bib and stood back to admire their work. Tom was lying peacefully on his back, his dummy being suc-ked rhythmically and the dribble being caught efficiently on his dirty bib. His waist was a puffy mass of nappy covered in the softest fabric with a small hint of nappy and plastic pants poking out from each leg opening of the new babywear.



“We had better put on his relaxation tape” said Amanda “he needs it to calm his nerves these days”. Sherry looked puzzled and examined the tape which had the label ‘No.4 dummy dependency, dirty nappy and bottle training”



“What’s going on here Amanda?” demanded Sherry “Tom is being manipulated isn’t he? You are deliberately making him turn into a big baby aren’t you? All of this regression is your doing isn’t it?”



Amanda looked embarrassed and worried “I had to do it, we would have to sell our home and I would loose Tom if I did not do something special. I love him so much Sherry, I do not want to see us fall apart. This job with Baby Dreams is just too good an opportunity, my designs are well liked and we have the opportunity to make some money and clear our debts”.



“I would have lent you the money dear” said Sherry “but I like your idea a lot more!” Sherry laughed and laughed, she patted the front of Tom’s nappy and then tussled his hair. “We can live with this and I think you have found the perfect solution. It is just like the old days”. Tom listened to the tape and started to wet his nappy, his mind full of the vision of a large toddler in a fluffy white nappy taking delight in making it dirty.



“You had better get out of here Sherry, or else you may be influenced by the subliminal messages!” They took one last look back at Tom, who was clearly in bliss as he continued to wet his nappy. “Hold on, I have an idea” said Sherry, who shot over to the chest of drawers, took out a large nappy and placed it in Tom’s hand. He felt the soft fabric and automatically moved it to his ear and rubbed it gently allowing the fresh smell to waft into his nose.



“Just like his old days!” exclaimed Sherry.



End part 23

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Part 24

Tom awoke the next morning still suc-king blissfully on his dummy. His nappy was soaking wet and had just started to leak onto his under-sheet and babygrow. He had no recollection of wetting his nappy and could not even remember whether he awoke during the night to relieve himself. He clutched the nappy to his ear and turned onto his knees so he could bury his head in the soft fabric inhaling deeply while he suc-ked hard on his soother. The feeling was almost intoxicating.

Amanda and his mother crept quietly into the room to see Tom with bottom raised high in the air, suc-king hard on his dummy while nuzzling into his comforting nappy. His nappied bottom looked enormous and the evidence of its wetness was clearly visible from the wet patches on his sheet and around the waist of his babygrow. Tom was oblivious to the presence of his mother and wife standing in the doorway when all at once he was gripped by a pain in his stomach. He pulled his legs closer to his stomach and the mental images planted in his mind from the messages given to him subliminally slowly clicked in. He knew it would be nice to make a mess in his nappy, all babies made a mess in their nappies, after all it was for that very reason that babies wore nappies. He was a baby, because the tape told him so, he wore a nappy, suc-ked a dummy and had to wear a bib. He had already wet his nappy and that was definite proof that he was a baby. His inner mind spent a few seconds trying to argue against the programming, but the pressure was building up within him. His programming told him it was what a good baby should do, his mind told him that this was the most disgusting thing a grown man could let happen. He suc-ked hard on his dummy to try and make the voices go away, he groaned out loud, the programming was starting to win over his adult ego and the forces of nature were almost beyond the point of no return.

Amanda looked puzzled and looked at Sherry who smiled knowingly. She whispered very quietly to Amanda “he is going to go poo-poo in his nappy, he always used to kneel like that when he was a toddler”. Amanda looked shocked.

“You mean he is actually going to do a number two in his nappy like a baby” she said in a barely audible voice.

“Unless I am very much mistaken, he is going to go any second now” she replied very softly.
Tom was in total conflict, the programming was hardly completed for this event and this was not to have been expected for many days or even weeks. His mind was regressing at a fast rate of knots and then the inevitable happened, as he could no longer stop the demands of his bowel. At first he tried to stop the process and then the decision was made, the programming in combination with all his babyish sensations decided his fate. He pushed hard and with determination, his face went red with the exertion.

Amanda gasped with surprise, Tom was trying to soil his nappy! He was really going to go in his nappy like a baby or untrained toddler. Sherry smiled at her and gave her a reassuring hug. Amanda went towards Tom with a view to stopping him, but Sherry held her back with a strong grip on her shoulder.

Tom continued to strain, he was experiencing a wave of pleasure that had made his willy go stiff in his wet nappy, the first part of the delivery was starting to arrive in the back of his baby protection. It felt wonderful, it was warm and heavy, he felt it weigh down in his nappy and he continued to push as more snaked its way into the soft confines of his baby toilet. His erection disappeared almost as quickly as it had arrived as the programming reinforced that his wee wee washing over his now limp member was more exciting.

Sherry broke his revelry and said “there’s a very good baby boy to go poo poo in your nappy. You liked that didn’t you?” she asked re-enforcing the programming and helping to break his will and toilet training. She patted the back of his nappy further heightening his sensorial experience. “What a good boy to go in your nappy, I expect you would like Amanda to give you a cuddle?”

Amanda was still quite shocked, although she had expected the programme to take her husband down the road of babification, she had not expected it to go quite this far. She went to Tom, he had rolled over on to his side and the bulge in the back of his nappy was very noticeable. “There’s a very good baby boy Tommy, what a good baby you have been to use your nappy to do a poo-poo and as a reward I am going to let you have a suc-k on Mummy’s breast”. Tom turned round as Amanda took her breast from her nightie and offered the nipple to his lips. She removed his dummy and he suc-ked on her with the fervent desire of a new born baby. Amanda smiled down at the sight of her husband suc-kling on her breast and felt the juices begin to run as this vision strangely excited her. It was the power she now exerted over him and the helplessness of her husband’s state that seemed to intoxicate her senses. Sherry indicated that she was going to make some drinks and left quietly, while Amanda put her hand between her legs and rubbed herself off to a massive and inexplicable orgasm that went on and on, wave after wave until she was dripping with sweat. Tom was aware of all that was happening, but his willy remained limp and not at all aroused, but he did enjoy the feeling of his saturated nappy taking a final soaking and warming from the last of his wettings.

Amanda removed her tingling and sensitive nipple from his lips and replaced his dummy. “That’s a good baby, you suc-k your dummy for Mummy while I get you cleaned up”.

We spare our gentle readers from the gruesome details of this clean up operation.

His days were becoming very simple, ten hours a day sewing, one hour working on his own business and another hour washing his nappies, plastic pants and other baby clothes. However, Amanda did the hanging of the freshly laundered clothes on her washing line. She liked the neighbours to see her putting the white nappies out in a long row across the garden with the plastic pants hung in puffy balls at the end of the row. At the other end the bibs were hung upside down with the strings dangling down, so there was no chance of mistake in identifying exactly was on display. There was little chance of mistaking what had happened to Tom, because many of his sewing lessons were taken in the garden in front of his drying baby clothes often dressed in his pretty bonnet to protect his head from the sun and always in his nappy and plastic pants.

We will rejoin Tom when he has learnt the finer skills of needlepoint, sewing and beadwork which will be taught to him by his two Mummies. Be assured that the family fortunes were now completely under control, a large and substantial order from a major London retailer in Knightsbridge (to mention no names) was phenomenal, this contract had quickly encouraged other orders from jealous competitors and Baby Dreams were subcontracting Amanda’s designs to other workers for a percentage commission on each unit made. The marriage was saved, Tom was a perfectly normal adult, attentive, polite and his only problem was that he was totally nappy dependent and an absolute misery if he lost his precious dummy. Any sign of rudeness and he knew that he would be sitting in a wet or dirty nappy for a very long time.

In the next chapter will be meeting another unfortunate worker recruited into the Baby Dream organisation, which was so much in demand for its high quality hand made baby clothes that demand was beginning to far outstrip supply. In the rural locations, where work was scarce the demand to become a part of the network was growing and rumour had started to circulate that the biggest profits were to be made where compliant males were somehow forced into slave labour. There were many idle men made redundant from mining districts and rural areas who were ripe for this type of recruitment. An unscrupulous, wicked and seductive temptress was about to become the most successful recruiter the company had ever seen and her methods were not pleasant. Not for the squeamish the next episode will be posted in a week or so.

End part 24

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Part 25



Sabina was of Brazilian extraction, tall, slim muscular and extremely fit. Her daily regime of working out with weights and training at the gym had left her with a body that rippled its muscles like an animal of prey with every step she took. Her tough upbringing in South America has left her mean and totally self-centred and she had no time for anybody but herself and her latest lover Amelia. Her abuse as a child had left her with a loathing for men, whom she despised and looked down upon with contempt. All her life she had rejected them and made sure that as they left they would be hurt either psychologically, physically or perfectly humiliated.



She was not lacking funds, her passage through life had exploited many men in return for money, often through blackmail or potential scandal. Some might have called her quite wealthy, but with her financial methods came a reputation that made business extremely difficult, especially when some of the more spectacular affairs had caught the attention of the press and their associated paparazzi. She had dodged around the world to lose these photographic intruders and had eventually gone to ground in the small village next to Sheila’s. It was pure chance that Sabina met Sheila, because Sheila had nearly run her down in her Mercedes as Sabina went to the local shop to buy some groceries. They had started a row, but ended up laughing and joking and a slow but firm trust had started to build between the two of them.



He learnt how Sheila made the nappies for Baby Dreams (200 dozen a day and growing) and made commission on every new member she recruited. It was pyramid selling by any other name. Amanda and her mum were turning out Christening dresses and fine silks and satin wear at the rate of 5-6 dresses per day (at over ÂŁ500 each this was not a bad start) and was also making huge commissions on the royalties from her designs.



Sabinsa knew that she had to find a niche in this growing empire for herself. They talked and talked for ages, the bibs were being made by numerous outworkers who just wanted pin money, others were making rompers, onesies and vests. They had some specialist milliners who were making bonnets and other head wear. The booties and mittens were being knitted and crocheted by numerous old ladies who were keen to add to their meagre pensions.



The one area where Baby Dreams had to buy in from outside was all the plastic goods, the bottles, feeders, rattles, dummies and other paraphernalia that a baby required. Another part of the business where good had to be bought in was the plastic pants and vinyl liners for specialised dungarees, rompers and lined shorts. However, the margins on these goods was very small and would require a high degree of capital investment as well as a cheap labour force in order to compete with the inexpensive imports from the Far East.



Sabinsa had already formulated a plan and asked Sheila to give her a few days to think about it. Next door (well a few hundred yards away) from Sabinsa’s house was an old MOD site which had come up for sale. It had a large deserted hanger and several mizzen huts in various stages of decay. The area was an old Battle of Britain airfield and although planning permission for any new dwelling was very unlikely, the existing buildings were able to be used for virtually any enterprise.



Sabinsa visited the site and did her research. In addition to the building above the ground, the site also had extensive underground bunkers and storage areas where the ordnance and other explosive materials had been stored. This area was extensive and well away from the buildings and the hanger, being approached by a staircase that disappeared into the ground and was covered by two huge steel doors that lay flush with the ground. Only one old man in the village remembered the underground bunker and she had plied him with numerous large brandies in the local pub to help his memory. Sadly he suffered a massive coronary the very next day much to the regret of the landlord who saw his largest customer pass away. Some of the old ritualistic South American Inca herbs uses by the local Shaman were very subtle.



So it was that Sabina bought the site at auction with little competition, there was no planning permissions for re-development and only the existing buildings could be renovated, there was no commercial appeal and nobody had the plans showing the old bunker system beneath. She was delighted.



Over the coming months, she and Amelia repaired the huts and refurbished the vast hanger, which despite its age had weathered rather well and needed far less work than they expected.



She and Amelia equipped the bunker complex with a unique set of equipment more becoming a medieval dungeon. Her time she had spend with an old established drug baron (who she had robbed of millions) had taught her most of what she needed to know in the not so gentle art of persuasion.



Drugs, pain and degradation were the tools that she planned to use on encouraging new members to join her workforce. She was prepared to be ruthless to achieve her goals and she and Amelia talked late into the night on many occasions as they planned their recruitment programme.



The equipment and materials were eventually installed in the large hanger by a well-known specialist Italian injection moulding company. The equipment cost a fortune and even the moulds from China were expensive. Only virgin PET was going to be used on the feeding bottles, and she had commissioned a design studio to produce her artwork for the finest transfers that were going to be integrated into the feeding bottles.



The quality and safety was going to be second to none.



The bunker was equipped stealthily during the night and they moved beds and other furniture from the huts to the bunker during the dead of night. In its remote location there was nobody to see or know what was happening beneath the ground.



The recruitment began in earnest.



Amelia and Sabina would go out each night and entice another lonely man into their cars either drugged in the club or pub or injected once they had come to their car for ‘something extra’. They chose victims who would not missed, people who were far from home or loners. They enticed people to visit them through chat rooms and other internet sites, grooming them with promises that would fulfil their wildest dreams.



In a matter of months they had over a dozen men secured in their bunker ready for processing. They were unwilling slaves who were about to be subjected to the cruellest of conditioning and control. To the world these men had disappeared off the face of the earth, many of them were about to wish that they had never met this cruel pair.



Part 26



Amelia dressed in the most unlikely nurses uniforms (more like strip-o-grams than reality) and donning their raincoats crossed from their back garden into the airfield. The door to their bunker was only a matter of a few short yards. They hauled up the large steel plates and descended the stairs



The bunker was left in darkness and as they opened the inner door, they were met by groans from the captives who were handcuffed to metal beds. Beside each bed was a large plastic pot for them to relieve themselves. In the pitch blackness many had missed their pots and so the whole dormitory had a smell of stale pee, sweat and best of all fear.



“Issue the collars Amelia” said Sabina handing her lover a box of what appeared to be dog collars. However these collars were sophisticated tagging systems designed by Amelia who was an electronics wizard.



“Listen up boys, these collars is unique to each of you. This whole complex is mapped out with sensor points and we can triangulate you to within a few centimetres. If you stray outside of the yellow lines painted on the floors you will be shocked by the collar, the further you stray the stronger the current. Touch the lock and you will be shocked, tamper with it in any way and you will be shocked”.



Amelia fitted the dozen collars and came back to stand by Sabina



“This is what it feels like on the lowest setting” she said pressing a master switch on her handset. The dozen men clutched their heads in unison writhing in pain and a couple fell to the floor and retched into their pots. “So do as you are told and you will not come to any harm. You may wonder why you are here. You are here because I need a workforce to make my products. By the time I have finished, you will be the best workers in the land, you will be skilled and proud of the work you do. You will be well fed, well cared for and permanently employed, but I am not going to pay you a penny” she said laughing “you are all going to be my slaves”.



The men started to shout out and wave their arms, the language became obscene, the violence was growing and Sabina pushed the switch on her handset. The noise stopped immediately and was replaced with a whimpering as she chose the second setting which was almost mind numbing as it was so painful.



A man called Arthur wet himself as he fell to floor in a foetal position. “We will take him first” said Sabina to Amelia “let us use him as the demonstration model! The rest of you can sit on your bunks until Arthur comes back.”



The two of them dragged Arthur through a steel door that had been one of the munitions stores for the Hurricanes’ machine guns. The door squeaked and complained as it swung back on its great iron hinges.



Inside the room it was white and clinical. Arthur was stooped over with his head down, his muscles still barely operating after the electric jolt. The two women stripped him of all his clothing and threw the garments into a large ‘wheelie’ bin. From the ceiling were suspended two bright chains that ended in manacles which they attached to his wrists. Amelia pushed a button on the hand set that dropped from the winch on the ceiling. Slowly the chains became tight and Arthur’s arms were drawn high above his head to leave him standing almost on tip toe.



The two women set about him with electric razors and shaved his whole body of hair, they then applied a foul smelling resin to his body that caused him to yell out in pain as the acidic blend of mimosine extracted from a rare breed of acacia tore into his skin killing follicle and irritating his skin.



They left him writhing in agony for half an hour, more than enough time for the potent blend to complete its job. They then prodded him to move along to a shower head fitted over a large stainless steel tray fitted into the floor with a drain. The water was turned on and the freezing water cascaded over him taking away the last residues of the preparation. He gasped with the coldness of the water as they took long handled brushes and rinsed off any parts that were still adhering to his skin.



“The next part is going to hurt” said Amelia who was holding a large hypodermic syringe in her hand. The two women smiled at each other. “This is going to eliminate any naughty thoughts you might have now or in the future, this little gem is going to be injected into your testicles and you are going to be chemically castrated. The only thing your dic-k is going to be used for from now on is peeing” she said in a voice that was sinister and threatening.

Arthur renewed his struggles, but with only his toes on the floor he could offer little resistant. Sabina held his legs while Amelia delivered a shot of the poisonous blend into his testes. He screamed in pain, the warm glow coursed through his scrotum and went between his legs and quickly developed into a hot burning pain that felt like pure acid. He had never known such pain and he let go a stream of urine as he lost control.



The girls laughed and danced around him with sadistic joy.



The pain became too much and Arthur collapsed hanging from his arms. The girls dried him off and rubbed his whole body with a soothing lotion in an attempt to calm the severe erythema. They grabbed his legs and ran him further along the track in the ceiling until they reached a stainless steel table, when they lifted his legs and lowered don the hoist. They turned him face down and spread his legs.



Sabina took an annular ring with two fine wires coming from its base and wedged it into his rear. A deep groove around its circ-umference ensured that it would stay in place. Amelia had inserted a large needled hyperdermic into his lower buttock and was threading a fine silicon tube beneath his skin, which ended in a small sensor terminal. Sabina threaded her two wires into this tube and Amelia soldered them to the terminal and applied a wet pad to cover it, before sealing it with a piece of adhesive tape. None of this was done with any form of local anaesthetic and Arthur who had been on the verge of coming round let out an agonising yell and slipped out of consciousness again. The ring in his bottom was capable of expanding if the terminals became dry. It would not stop expanding until it became wet and the conductivity increased. It was a merciless torture guaranteed to give results.



They turned him round powdered him in baby powder and slipped a huge white nappy under his bottom and pinned up the two sides. Amelia shook out a pair of plastic plants a slipped them up his legs. They then dressed him in a large pink footed sleeper which had both fitted mittens and covered his feet. The poppers ran down the front and across his crutch.



He started to come round once again, the pain in his scrotum was unbearable, but the ring in his behind was agony. They pushed the button on the hoist and he was hauled up into a sitting position. They tied a white bib around his neck, which was in plain white terry towelling and simply said “Baby Arthur stage 1”.



He opened his mouth to say something and was rewarded by a large pink dummy being forced between his lips. The dummy was attached to his sleeper by a ribbon that they pinned to him with a nappy pin.



Around his waist they buckled a small belt which contained six pockets. Into each pocket they placed a baby’s bottle full of a pink liquid. “These are for you to drink Arthur, because if you do not keep your nappy wet, your expander is going to grow and grow until you split in two. We have put a wet pad over the sensors in order to give you an hour or two to make your nappy wet enough to stop this from happening. It will evaluate your wetness every 20 minutes. If you fail to comply, then this gadget is going to tear you apart and you will damage and eventually destroy the muscles that control you eliminations. Your sphincter will lose all control and you don’t want that do you?”



Arthur tried to take in everything that had happened to him, he was in a painful haze of disbelief. He realised these women were totally mad but meant business. He spat out the dummy and took one of the bottles from his harness. Feeling more than a little foolish he started to suc-k on the first bottle, he was not so foolish not to appreciate that these two meant everything they said.



“This will help you a lot” said Amelia who had loaded another hypodermic “it is a relative of the curare family, but it will not kill you, just help you to relax”. She plunged the needle into his neck and pressed the plunger. Almost immediately Arthur felt his body begin to slump, his heart rate fell dramatically and he was overtaken by a feeling of intense calm. The women helped him off the table and into a wheelchair, which they wheeled back into the dormitory. Arthur was off-loaded onto his bunk suc-king his feeding bottle and looking like an overgrown baby who had been kept up past his bedtime.



They took Bill away for some treatment.



After an hour and a half the pad on Arthur’s buttock was beginning to dry and the first notch on the expander opened up – Arthur yelped in pain and renewed his suc-king, he tried desperately to wet his nappy in the hopes that the ring would not expand any more. He knew he had about quarter of an hour before this would happen, but the more he tried to go the harder it seemed, his body would not forget the years of training and control without a fight. Eventually he slumped back the drugs had relaxed him, but the fear was beginning to frighten him, like when he played hide-and-seek and was about to be discovered. This sensation was all he needed and he flooded his nappy, it ran down between his legs and soaked through the plaster and onto the sensor. He could have cried with joy as the expander rested back with a click.



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Apologies for the long delay, but I have been away



Part 27



Bill was in the clinical room and had been stripped of all his hair. The girls had another plan for Bill which was totally different to Arthur’s little invention. He was being fitted with a catheter that had a major difference, because this one had a small piece of electronic wizardry that opened a valve within the device at a preset time. It also had an umbrella tip that when fitted would open inside the wall of his bladder and make removal impossible without a complex surgical procedure. Insertion was painful to say the very least, as the electronics, although miniaturised were still very large to fit into such a narrow channel. The ‘brolly’ was deployed and the tubing unscrewed from the unit. The device was now firmly embedded within him.



“You will love this Bill, if you are good you will pee every 30 minutes, but if you are disobedient, then we will switch the unit inside you off. You will be in agony if you cannot relieve yourself, so don’t make us cross will you baby?”



Bill looked at them in horror.



They nappied him with rapid efficiency and took out a reel of polythene tubing which they tried to poke up his nose. He struggled and writhed as the tube made its passage down the back of his throat and caused him to gag. He screamed and made violent threats to an unseen audience. The room mates on the other side of the steel could only imagine at what horrors Bill was undergoing. The tube was inserted into his stomach and without anaesthetic they stitched the tubing to his cheek and ensured the arrangement was permanent. The pain was unbearable and Bill slipped in and out of consciousness. When he awoke, he saw that he had been encased in a baby grow and was wearing reins that had a large box attached to the breast plate from which came the other end of the plastic tube that resided in his stomach. It whirred quietly and he could see milky fluid moving up the tube.



“It is an automatic feeder baby” said Amelia with an evil grin “it holds almost a gallon of a special diuretic mixture laced with a coc-ktail of exciting things to make you happy. It will feed you at the rate of 3 litres an hour, ensuring that your bladder will be totally full every 20 minutes or so, but sadly your release valve is set for every 30 minutes unless you can prove to us that you are going to be totally compliant and do everything we say.”



Bill was already desperate to pee “Please let me go to the toilet”



“Sorry, what did you say?” asked Amelia looking down at him, as she increased the flow rate in the pump. The pressure inside Bill was starting to build, the valve was water-tight, not a drip seemed able to escape, he squirmed as the pain started to build. He strained to force out some of the volume in his bladder to no avail. The idea of wetting himself while wearing a baby’s nappy was the last thing on his mind. He tried so hard to pee that he almost pooped himself, but the gadget controlling him was remorseless. He started to sweat as his body fought against the pressure.



“Please let me go to the toilet” repeated Bill “I am begging you”



“What are you wearing?” prompted Amelia



“A nappy” said Bill, the idea went through his mind for a few seconds as he made the correct connections and he came to the right answer “please let me wet in my nappy Nanny, let me do pee pee in my nappy, me good baby”. He was screaming now, the pain was beyond belief, his brain unable to understand why muscles were not working. If these evil women wanted him to behave like a toddler, then he was happy to play. The need to have some relief was now off scale.



Amelia laughed and pressed a button on the control panel, the valve deep inside him opened up and he flooded the thirsty terry cloth. Bill had never been so grateful for anything in his whole life, he revelled in the relief, he even enjoyed the warm feeling that now encased his gushing member. The drugs in the blend were affecting his judgement, his senses were heightened to screaming pitch. The pressure was already starting to build and his thoughts as he was being taken out of the preparation room was how long before the valve would open again? His whole life was focussed on how long before he could wet his nappy. He suc-ked on the dummy that they had put in his mouth and wondered how he was going to survive the rest of his life.



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Part 28



Arthur in the adjoining bunk was having his own problems. He too was drinking the bottles as fast as he could in order to produce enough wetness to keep the sensors from driving the expander. Little did he realise that within the feed he was consuming lay a tranquilliser and sedative that were slowly letting him slip into a deep sleep. As he was about to drift off Sabina came in clutching a clean nappy and a pair of plastic pants.



“Lift up” she said pulling at his pants “let’s get you freshened up before you fall asleep”. She removed his wet terry nappy and replaced it with a clean one, she did not bother to clean or powder him, because nappy rash would be a part of her plans for him. Nonetheless Arthur was grateful for the clean and fresh softness, however, had he been thinking straight he would have realised that the sensors were now close to drying out again. She just managed to pull up the plastic pants and snuggle his nappy into place as he was drifting off into a deep sleep.



Sabina stood at the foot of his bed watching him as the electronics sent a message to the annular ring in Arthur’s rear. He screamed into his dummy as the pain ripped through him and he at once started to try and wet his nappy, now totally alert and with tears streaming down his face. A small smile appeared on the face of his torturer as Arthur went red in the face as he tried to force some liquid into the drying terry cloth diaper. Time passed and once again the ring clicked open another notch as the required wetness failed to materialise. This new surge of pain triggered his brain to allow a small trickle to escape him and satisfy the relentless and unforgiving sensor. The ring clicked back one notch, still leaving him in tremendous discomfort. Once again the pain subsided sufficiently for him to drift off into sleep once again. Again and again he forgot to wet in time and he suffered the painful punishment.



Sabina changed him twice more that evening as he became more and more exhausted suc-king furiously on the bottle to maintain a constant supply of liquid. His life revolved around the intruder that lived in his body, the suc-king became automatic and with the first twitch of expansion his brain released a stream of his babyish wetness to flow deep into his nappy. The whole challenge was relentless and it was only a matter of hours before his brain had released all conscious control over his bladder as Arthur drank and wet at intervals that were measured in seconds rather than minutes. Deep within his subconscious a part of him had worked out that constantly being wet and continually wetting his nappy like a small baby was the only way to stop the pain. The basic skill of potty training that had been learnt over his early years had been totally eradicated in a few short hours.



Sabina came the next morning to see an Arthur who was totally wrecked and exhausted. His bottles had been replenished and refilled throughout the night. Sabina and Amelia had filled him up with almost six litres of fluids and now as they were trying to take the feeding nipple from his mouth he started to scream. They tried to placate him with soothing sounds and reassure him that the expander was turned off, but his brain refused to believe them. The supply from the bottles was deeply entrenched in his mind with the wetness to keep him free from pain.



They put a big dummy in his mouth which seemed to pacify him then gave him a much needed change. Arthur was so stressed, twitchy and wide eyed that Sabina decided to give him a calming talk. “You have been a very good boy Arthur” she said sitting on the side of his bed “I will take out the ring tomorrow if you promise to be good”. She pushed him back so that he was lying down and started to undo the belt with the six feeding bottles that were now empty.



Arthur looked at her over the ring of his dummy, suc-king for all he was worth. “Nnnng” he tried to speak through the teat as she removed the contraption that fed him. He was now paranoid about having enough liquids to fuel his wetting. As they replaced his wet nappy they noted that he now seemed to dribble urine almost continuously. The expander was left in place, but they were both quite sure that Arthur had been mentally broken in the space of one short night. They decided to keep him in training for a further 24 hours before removing the device.



The two women lavished great care on Arthur who had responded to their harsh treatment better than they could have ever wished. He was dressed in a white t-shirt and puffy white romper suit trimmed in pink rosebuds that was large enough to accommodate his bulky nappies. On his feet they put some woolly booties that tied with a pink ribbon. His white mittens and a plastic backed terry bib that they tied around his neck completed the ensemble. The dummy that was bringing him such comfort was tied on a ribbon that was pinned to his t-shirt.



A baby harness was strapped around him and he was led on the reins to the breakfast area that was off one corner of the dormitory and clipped into a large high chair. He looked around the room. It was part of a cavernous room that together with the dormitory and the preparation room had been partitioned off with stud partitioning. There were probably twenty other high chairs up against the wall and another dozen or so set around the edge of the huge wooden refectory table. He sat alone in the room trying to turn round in the restrictive space of his high chair and he turned both to the left and to the right in order to try and see what was directly behind him but the baby harness around his shoulders and chest firmly pinned him into his seat. His bib covered the little bells on the breast plate and muffled their tinkling. The constant suc-king on the dummy had not abated at all and he had succeeded in drooling sufficiently to make the neck of his bib quite damp so making it feel cool to his skin.

A sudden unexplained panic attack caused an unexpected wet release in his nappy and he clamped down involuntarily against the metal ring in his bottom.



A door opened at the other end of the room and a girl wearing a simple blue uniform with a white apron came into the room carrying a tray which had bacon sandwiches and two full bottles of what looked like milk. Arthur began to salivate and dribble poured between the gap of his dummy and his lips to further saturate his terry bib.



The nurse said nothing, but released the bows on his mittens and pulled the dummy from his lips and laid it on the tray beside his tempting sandwiches. Arthur was so hungry that he rushed into the sandwiches with reckless abandon - the molten butter, tomato sauce (ketchup) and crumbs fell from his mouth and further soiled the white bib. He ate until it was all gone, wiping a splodge on his bib with his finger and savouring the flavour then he picked up the plastic bowl in which the food had been placed and ran his tongue around the rim. In no time at all the saltiness of the bacon made him realise just how thirsty he was and he picked up the bottle, tipped back his head, and started suc-king the sweet formula for all he was worth. The women in the control room looked at the images from the CCTV placed in the dining room and laughed at his childish behaviour. He looked every bit the toddler and was playing the role perfectly. The final enactment of his return to babyhood was when he was half way through his second bottle and the sleeping medication that had been added to the formula kicked in. His head slumped, the teat of the bottle still in his mouth as he slowly nodded off, his head jerking a few times as he tried to wake up, before he fell forward in a deep sleep.



Three nurses went into the dining room and helped him sleep walk back to his bed which was now fitted like a cot with bars, so that he would not fall out while he slept.



They changed his wet nappy and made him fresh and clean again. As one pulled up a clean pair of plastic pants, another nurse was setting the annular ring back into operation with a switch on the control box. The third nurse offered up a dummy to his lips which took suction almost immediately and she pulled out the centre ring to fit a tube that ran to a large bag of fluid on a stand by his head. Almost immediately the bag gurgled slightly as Arthur started to draw in the fluid with his frantic suc-king. Memories of the night flooded back and he fell into a routine that his subconscious had devised and implemented for his painless existence. In a minute he had emptied the small content of his bladder into his clean nappy. One nurse nudged the others as the front of his nappy yellowed in front of them – they giggled to each other and pulling up the bars left for the nurse’s station.



In the next cot Bill was about to have a huge surprise.....



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End part 28

Bill was continuing to suffer in agony as the relentless flow of liquid coupled with the unwillingness of the catheter to release his bladder was ripping him apart internally. Every time the nurse came to change him he pleaded with her to let him be a baby. He would do anything to stop the pain which was so severe that he was almost blacking out with the pain and not to mention that the restriction to his eliminations was on the verge of giving him toxic shock.

The team looked at Bill through the double sided mirror fitted into the wall near to where he lay in his cot. They basked in the warm comfort of their comfy nurses’ station quietly drinking tea and attending to the occasional chores involved with looking after their charges while they relaxed in the soft sofas within their room. Bill was arched in pain as the automatic valve failed to release at the 30 minute mark. He had been in pain for over ten minutes, but now the level of that pain was beyond his endurance. Bill did the only thing he could, he screamed and screamed at the top of his voice, trying to tear out the tube that was stitched to his cheek to stop the flow of milk to his stomach.

At first the nurses looked through the mirror and laughed, but as he tore at the feeding tube and started to bleed from the ripped stitches they realised that this was a very serious trauma that was happening. The staff nurse rushed to get the control box, but despite pushing the over-ride button to release the valve nothing happened.

She grabbed the catheter kit and motioned one of the duty nurses to come with her as she rushed into the ward where Bill had had a massive muscular contraction and collapsed. She tore down his plastic panties and undid the pins securing his still dry nappies. Not a drop of wetness had escaped him and he looked bloated. She took his shrunken member and inserted a gadget that would connect to the valve and enable her to withdraw it. However, the tissue was swollen and the spines of the device had embedded themselves well into him. She pushed and pressed at the wire that was supposed to connect and retract the device, but in her rush and panic she was causing damage and lacerations to the muscular structure that controlled his bladder. It was almost ten minutes later and not without causing irreversible damage that there was a sudden rush of his wetness. She covered him up with his dry nappy and held it in place while reaching for another from the stack beside her and adding it to the pile. She withdrew the valve from the tip of his pen-is and saw that the connecting fins were present but badly bent. His nappy was a coral pink from the blood flushed out in his wetting.

They cleaned him up and dressed him in a clean nappy, before they had even pinned up the sides, they could not help but notice that he was trickling a steady stream of pink urine. One of the nurses carefully removed the tube from his cheek and withdrew it from his mouth, then cleaned the wound and applied a bandage. The stinging of the antiseptic brought Bill out of his collapse. The nurses were sympathetic and kind, even a dog should not be put through such pain. They wheeled up a trolley that contained a bowl of hot water and began to give him a bed bath. They caressed and pampered his tortured body with loving attention, drying him with a fluffy soft white towel and powdering him with baby powder. The clammy sweat was gone from his face and slowly the colour was starting to return to his skin.

Their administrations had restored circulation to him and in the time it had taken to restore him he had flooded the nappy they had put on at the beginning of the treatment. Through the steamy transparent plastic pants they could see that his wetness was very much tinged with blood.

The staff nurse was called Amanda, she was petite and had a bosom that might have been more appropriate on a larger girl. She wore a dark blue uniform with a white starched apron that barely disguised the fact that the buttons on the front of her tunic were under pressure to remain closed. “Lift up Billy Baby” she said softly and with kindness, “let us change that wet nappy of yours”.

“I’m a good baby nurse, please don’t hurt me” mumbled Bill almost in tears as fear overtook him at the thought of his bladder being stretched to breaking point. His eyes started to water as he lifted up to have the plastic pants removed and a new nappy slipped under his bottom. The babyish smell of lotion and powder brought back memories that had long been suppressed and forgotten. “Let me go in my nappy like a good baby, I promise I will wet it all the time, please don’t hurt me any more” he wailed as tears started to flow down his cheek as self-pity washed over him. Amanda pulled up his clean plastic pants and carefully tucked in all the edges of the soft white terry nappy that were peeking out from the elasticated openings.

“It’s okay Billy, you can go in your nappy like a good baby boy now, because I have taken out the valve” she said looking at the front of his nappy which was the already starting to become wet, but without the pinkness that had been of such concern only a few moments earlier. She shook out a pale blue sleeper and pulled it over his head and threaded his arms through the holes. Bill lifted up his bottom as she eased the garment under him and pushed his legs into the waiting legs, before snapping up the poppers that ran in a huge semi-circle from one ankle round to the other. The garment completely enveloped him in soft fuzziness and the built in mittens and enclosed feet made him feel secure but helpless. He had the sudden desire to suc-k his thumb and raised his hand to his mouth. Amanda looked at him with understanding and ran her hand over his forehead with a gentle stroking motion. She looked down at him and realised that his mental integrity had all but cracked as the thickly nappied person in front of her had taken all he could endure and had regressed back to a time when there was no worry in the world. She reached under her apron into one of the cavernous pockets in her blue tunic and pulled out a large orthodontic dummy with a white disc. “Does this baby want to suc-k on a dummy for comfort?” she said in a voice reserved for distressed toddlers and sobbing babies.

Bill looked at the goddess before him and the last thread of reality slowly split and parted. As Amanda pushed the teat against his lips he allowed it to pass through intro his mouth and gratefully suc-ked hard on the rubber bulb to revive the babyish memories that were awaking within him. She gave the ring on the dummy a gentle push and wiggled it against his lips with an impish smile. “There, that’s a lot better isn’t it? You suc-k on you dummy and get some sleep, but I am going to tie a bib round your neck to stop your sleeper getting wet” she said presenting him with a large white terry bib with a plastic backing trimmed in blue gingham ribbons that she tied behind his neck in a large bow.

Bill’s eyelids slowly became leaden and he could no longer stay awake, the dummy in his mouth gently oscillated in and out as he suc-ked the comfort out of it. His damaged bladder, barely functional, let a small stream of pee out into the soft thirstiness of his fluffy nappies.

End of part 28