The New Job Part 1

[antonia]

Part 29

The next day came kissed by the sun, but in the subterranean world that belonged to Arthur and Billy the world never changed. The women had deliberately lengthened their sleep periods to more babyish times in readiness for their move to the plastics factory above. Although they did not realize it, the two of them were taking naps after each meal, which never gave any indication as to what meal it actually was. Sometimes they would get two breakfast type meals in a day or three dinners and it was strictly forbidden to talk about times or days. The nurses slept in the nurses station and appeared to be there all the time, so even shifts were abandoned as a source of temporal stability.

The weeks had passed by and Billy and Arthur had both proved excellent subjects, although the catheter shunt valve had now been totally abandoned as a means of conversion. Poor Billy had become incontinent immediately as the muscularity of his bladder never recovered in a workable form. He tended to dribble once the pressure built up and then suffer a release shortly afterwards once his volume threshold had been reached. The nurses were now putting two nappies on him day and night because he had become such a big wetter.

Arthur was in a similar state and was completely incontinent continually wanting a bottle and drinking almost incessantly. The second round of treatment had eventually damaged his bowel and he tended to be unable to hold back once he felt the need to go. He too was clad in double thickness nappies and because of the thickness between his legs had to waddle around the complex usually with his bottle hanging out of his mouth.

The two new babies had been kept in the facility as the other members of the ward had been processed and introduced to the factory above. Now the injection moulding equipment was churning out bottles, rattles, dummy mouth shields and rings, and other baby equipment in both regular and larger sizes. The workforce was now totally dependant on wearing their nappies and did not want to be seen by the outside world. They were slaves to the women who cared for them and kept them clean and dry. The large boiler suits that they wore were made of the finest brushed cotton and were like giant sleeping suits. If they had pom-poms on their bottom then they would have looked exactly like bunny suits. Their hands were left uncovered so that they could do the delicate work required, and on their feet they wore booties with soft leather soles sewn in to the bottoms.

The new factory shone and smelt like a hospital, it was brand new, the floor was sealed in shiny grey polyurethane and the walls gleamed white with food factory quality wall claddings. Every day two of the baby-men would start their day by pushing two floor cleaning machines over the floor, but these machines had the humiliating tweak that they looked like dolls prams. The two workers looked like toddlers playing with their toys together and taking their dollies out for a walk.

All the workers carried white fluffy nappies which they used to dust and polish their work stations before tucking them into a special loop sewn into the waist of their suits. On a ribbon hung their dummies which all of them suc-ked without any second thought as they drooled onto their baby dribble bibs. In the teat part of the factory, where they dipped the stainless steel formers into a rubber latex solution to form the other half of the dummies it was essential that the hair was kept covered to keep the teats totally clean and free of imperfections. The small team of three queued up as their heads were covered with cotton baby bonnets and secured with different coloured satin ribbons to keep their hair out of the product. They wore bibs that had matching trimming to the ribbons on their bonnets. The corridor that ran alongside this suite of rooms were glass panelled to allow an unobstructed view to the dummy teat department. The team were well practiced and competent. Their quotas were stiff and required total commitment. You may wonder what motivation there was to ensure that efficiency was maintained at such a high level. I guess you have never been deprived of a potty to go poo-poo or left in a wet nappy for a day.

Business was booming – major retailers loved to come and see the facility. They were told that the workers enjoyed dressing up as it reminded them that these products were high risk and were intended for babies. If you were continually suc-king a dummy and pinned up in a nappy then you had no option but to focus on “baby” and the importance of what you were doing.

One visitor asked if they actually used their nappies for their intended purpose. Sabina who was leading the tour simply replied “What do you think?” and left it at that. The visitors talked about the topic all the way home. “Had anybody actually seen a toilet in the factory?”  What was the room that they did not enter (it was a sluice room but they would never have been admitted)? They never got to talk to any of the workers, because they were behind the high visibility screening separated those areas that were at a positive pressure. The workers had to change when going from the visitor zone into this clean area and nobody from outside was allowed into this area which might then become contaminated.

Workers were called on rote to a changing room where two nurses pampered and changed their precious workers. Good work and high productivity was rewarded with manual treatment of the front of their nappies prior to changing. A good worker would know if he has earned this privilege, because he would be given a dummy with a green mouth guard as he went into the factory to start his shift. All the time he suc-ked and drooled on his babyish dummy, he would catch sight of its colour and know that he was going to be pleasured at his next nappy change. Almost all of the workers with the green dummies had little stiffies in their nappies that almost throbbed with anticipation. This made their gait even more babyish as they tried to walk in this condition! The excruciating anticipation was sometimes too much for some of the babies and you would sometimes see one twitch and wail with disappointment as he came off in his nappy with a massive explosion. The nurses were sympathetic and sometimes would let them have a gentle suc-k on their breast as a consolation, or would hug them to their bosom as they fed them their baby’s bottle.

Rest assured, these workers were totally adored by the nurses who looked after them. The workers totally adored the nurses who ensured that their helpless incontinence was made a beautiful experience for them with the soft and gentle babying they received.

Only a couple of them were incontinent of bowel and on some occasions they did manage to toddle to the red button by the door and summon a nursery nurse to rush them to the potty room. On some occasions the split seconds involved was all it took to be a success or failure. In most of these cases the time it took to undo the poppers, slip of the plastic panties and undo their nappy was just a wait that was too long. The nurses would sometimes just hug their charge and let the poo poo drop in his nappy, before making the change. It was often a tearful moment as the distressed toddler apologised almost unintelligibly past the slobbering of his dummy.

This was a contented community. Work started at 07.30 am and worked until 10.30 when they all had a bottle of juice and nappy change. They then worked until 12.30 when they had lunch and were then put down for a nap – modern thinking has already proven that this encourages workers to be more alert and more refreshed. It was also a time when they reinforced the helplessness of their situation. They were told that outside of the factory they would probably be institutionalised and locked away as weirdoes because of their incontinence and because they were all dressed as babies. They were totally dependant on their nappies and totally addicted to suc-king their dummies, so what would they do outside? Here they were loved and cherished, what more could they want? Then they all got up and were changed again to work until 5.00 pm when it was time for high tea with a suc-ky tea break at 3.00.

There was a problem however, because demand was beginning to exceed what they could supply and the need for additional labour was not that easy to come by…..

End part 29
Part 30

In the village sat at her breakfast table was a lady called Emily Prim, mother of Elizabeth and Neil, grandma to Lauren and widow for many years. She looked at Neil who was unshaven, unwashed, scruffy and rude. Emily asked herself how she could have produced her beautiful daughter Elizabeth who was a university graduate and now wonderful mother, yet at the same time have made this offensive brute who sat opposite her.

“Are you going to college dear?” she asked, fearful that the brutish boy would over-react to her simple question.

“What’s it to you?” he barked, slurping on the mug of tea and reading the latest copy of the Beano. He wiped his nose on the back of his hand and sniffed. His shirt was dirty, splattered in food where he had not been bothered to take any care in the way he fed himself. If he has any best friends they would have told him that he smelt and that his lack of personal hygiene was noticeable and would be offensive to anybody who had a sense of smell.

Emily looked, absorbed the atmosphere and sniffed the air surrounding this evil little twerp who she was not at all proud to call her son. A veil of sadness fell about her and the oaf failed to notice his mother starting to have watery eyes as the disappointment overcame her.

“Are you enjoying college dear? Would you like me to drive you in to your lessons this morning?” She asked treading the virtual ground as if it were covered in jagged glass.

“Look I am not a baby at school, we don’t have lessons we have lectures. I go to big boys’ university now, so you don’t have to continually treat me like a baby. I will go when and if I am ready. I am reading right now” he yelled back

“You ignorant little twerp” his mother retorted “you are reading a little kid’s comic and you smell like a zoo. Look at the state of you, look in the mirror you filthy sod. If you were a baby, you would never have looked or smelled like this. I kept you and your sister immaculate, neither of you ever had nappy rash and my nappies were the whitest in the street and more than once neighbours would praise them”. She reddened and became heated as the fury within her started to reach boiling point.

“That was a long time ago. You don’t do much for me now” he said barely looking up from his absorbing comic “it would be nice to get a bit more cash once in a while so I didn’t have to sit around here all day listening to you drone on and on. Get your bag out Mum and give me a bit of cash so I can join the lads for a drink. Stop going on and on about how great you were at scrubbing up nappies and give us a sub to have a bit of fun. Why don’t you try and be a proper Mum for a change, instead of preaching doom and gloom at me the whole time. You are turning into a right old drudge, how many time do we have to hear how white your nappies were, how you knitted all our matinee jackets and booties, how you breast fed us both and generally smothered us with your goodie-goodie motherhood” he said scornfully.

What happened next would have shocked the most hardened. Emily Prim drew herself up to her full height of 5 foot 6 inches and leapt in one bound to be next to her son. Then she wound up her arm an unleashed a slap that hit him with such ferocity that it sent him flying out of his chair. “You ungrateful bastard” she screamed at him “I brought you up single-handedly, your father was killed when you were two and I had to scrimp and save to produce a miserable little git like you? She pulled aside the tumbled chair that stood between her and her errant son. She reached down and grabbed his hair with her left hand and pulled him to a sitting position before unleashing another slap with her right that almost had his head off and ripped out much of the hair she was clutching with a vice-like grip. Neil wash shocked, but his mother who had now begun to enjoy the release from the many years of her forced timidity was like a demon released. She hit him again and again, so hard and so fast that the boy was unable to block the blows. His nose that had received a couple of well directed blows had started to bleed as he slumped over. She kicked him hard between the legs and he groaned as his legs instinctively drew up to his chest.

She had just drawn her foot back for another kick when she heard the front door open

“Let’s go and see Granny now shall we sweetheart. Let’s show her how pretty you look in the new dress that she bought you. I expect you need a clean nappy now don’t you?” came the voice as the party bustled and rumbled through the hall towards the kitchen.

Emily brushed back her silver flecked hair and examined her hands as if she expected to see blood or pieces of skin. “Hello dear, hello Lauren” she said in the special sing-song voice that she kept exclusively for her grandchild. Elizabeth came into the kitchen just as Neil was trying to extract himself from the small space between the dresser and the radiator. His nose was bleeding and Lizzy (as she preferred to be called) thought that there was a good chance that he might have the beginnings of a black eye.

“What has happened Mummy?” she said looking at Neil who was making no attempt to get up, but was still restricted by the pain in his testicles.

“This oaf has been acting up like a big baby and so I gave him a smack” she smirked, pleased that she had reasserted her authority and walked to the stove to put on the kettle before coming back to fondle her grandchild. The baby Lauren looked worried and clung on tottering legs to her mother as Lizzy reached into her pocket and took out a box that contained her dummy.

“She needs a change Mum and I think she needs a nap as well, because she did not sleep in her pram when I walked round like she normally does”. She looked down at Neil who in addition to the red nose now had a very red face. “You are a bastard Neil, why did you have to upset Mummy, she tries to everything for you and how do you repay her?” Lizzy was cross and angered by her brother’s thoughtless behaviour and was about to give him a verbal lashing when she noticed Neil squirming with embarrassment as the wet patch on the front of his trousers continued to wick out in an ever widening circle. The kick in his crotch had had a very bad effect on him. “Mummy, Mummy” she cried out “did you manage to wash and dry the terry nappies that Lauren used last time we were hear?”

“Yes sweetheart I did. They are in the airing cupboard. I think there are about nine or ten now, because there are some from the time before as well. Why do you ask? I will go and get them - there are some plastic pants and bibs as well.

“Do you have a nappy big enough for Neil? He seems to have wet himself!”

The two women looked down at him with baby Lauren laughing as well, although she was far too young to understand what was going on.

“Mum I am so sorry” he said in a childish voice.

“No my lad, from now on you can call me Mummy” she commanded “things are going to change around here starting now. Stand up” she said a camera in her hand that had been conveniently placed there by Lizzy. The flash went off about six times as she took picture after picture of Neil in a pair of light blue joggers that had clearly been wet by him having an accident. She particularly liked the look he had that was identical to the face he had made when he had not quite made his potty when he was a toddler and flooded his training pants.

Neil made a move to grab the camera, but Emily smacked him hard on the cheek. “Any trouble from you and I will have these pictures on the internet and pinned up ton the notice board at University” she said with authority, “now get upstairs and have a bath, a shave and brush your teeth and be sharp about it”.

Lizzy finished changing Lauren on her changing mat on the table and was just tucking in the protruding corners of her clean nappy. She turned her head and looked sleepy as she nursed her dummy. “I am going to put her down now Mummy” she said as she went upstairs to the cot that was in the spare room for when her mother did babysitting.

Neil was in the bathroom, the sound of running water came from the room and he had piled all his dirty clothes outside the door to be put in the laundry basket. Emily collected it all up, went to the back room that was Neil’s room and opened the window. She threw the clothes out into the garden below.

“What are you doing Mummy?” asked Lizzy who had come from the darkened room next door in which Lauren was now sleeping.
“No talking, just throw all of Neil’s clothes out the window, that is shirts, underwear, trousers, absolutely everything. I do not want a stitch of his clothes to remain. She threw a dressing gown out the window and numerous pairs of socks and pants. “You keep going, I have things to do downstairs”

Emily went downstairs and out into the garden, she dragged the garden brazier onto the concrete plinth and started to load his clothes into the bin. She poured on some paraffin and lit the garments which went up like a torch. More and more items of clothing she threw on until there was an inferno of burning clothes. The trainers came flying out the window and these were added to the conflagration fuelling the fire with smoke and the unpleasant stench of rubber. Particle of black ash were starting to float into the air. Her task completed she went back upstairs. The bedroom was devoid of any footwear or clothing. Every drawer was empty, every cupboard was bare and no hook supported a single item of clothing. She checked the airing cupboard and not so much as a pair of pant remained. There was only her clothing (far too small for her loutish son) and a pile of nappies left, apart from the sheets and linen.

She took the nappies, bibs and plastic pants and gave them to Lizzy. “Do you have some nappy pins?” she asked “because the only thing Neil is going to be able to wear is a large nappy which I am going to make out of a large white bath towel” and with that she went into her small sewing room and within minutes had cut and edged the towel into a serviceable nappy.

Lizzy and her mother met up again in Neil’s room as he came out of the bathroom with a towel round his waist. The smell of his incinerated trainers and slippers was starting to smell through the open window. Emily closed it shut as some black fibrous ash sailed high into the air and threatened to waft into his room.

Neil went to his drawer “Where are my clothes?” he demanded going from drawer to drawer and cupboard to cupboard only to be greeted by the appearance of bare wood. He slammed the drawers back one after the other and slammed the doors, while gripping at the towel around his waist that threatened to come apart at any moment
“Where are my clothes?” he wailed “what have you done with my clothes?” He stood in the centre of the room as his sister and mother sat quietly on his bed waiting.

“Come and lie down on your bed baby boy, Mummy has all the clothes you are going to need right now”. Neil looked apprehensive, a man without clothes is vulnerable, a man without his clothes is a prisoner. “Where have you hidden them” he stuttered as he thought whether to be aggressive of submissive, but realising he held none of the cards he decided “Where have you hidden my clothes Mmummy” he hesitated.

His mother looked joyous and her face was now beaming “Mummy has burnt all your clothes to ashes my baby boy and your life is about to change forever…..”

End part 30

[antonia]

Part 31



Lizzy watched with a bemused expression as her mother folded the soft fluffy towel into a kite shape and signalled to Neil to lie on his bed. As he moved towards the bed she ripped the bath towel from around his waist and leaving him exposed. Neil instinctively clutched his manhood and tried to cover his nakedness from his sister, but his mother slapped away his hands.



“Stop it, get your hands away from there you naughty boy” she scolded him, her blue eyes flashing triumphantly, “I have got to clean you up properly, before I get you dressed again”. Out of nowhere an electric razor appeared in her hand, it started to buzz and Neil’s eyes almost came out of their sockets as he spied the instrument of his demise”



“No, no no” he said repetitively “please don’t shave me Mummy, please don’t take away my hair. I will look like a baby”. His mother warmed at the use of her old name when he had first learned to talk and smiled a maternal smile that was exclusively saved for younger siblings. She put a firm hand on his stomach and drove down into his thatch with the shaver and in no time at all he was as naked and devoid of hair as the day he was born. Lizzy sniggered and then snorted back a stifled laugh.



“Not much manhood to hide there” she said almost bursting into laughter “my goodness with a thingy that small it is best wrapped away in a baby’s nappy to stop it from being an embarrassment”.



Emily motioned for Neil to roll over and then proceeded to remove more of his hair from his bottom. She brushed the hair onto his bath towel and then told him to lift up so she could pull it out from under him. The underlying kite-folded nappy was in place and waiting. “Can you lend me a couple of nappy pins Lizzy?” she asked “Perhaps Lauren would not mind if we borrowed some of her nappy cream and baby powder would she?”.



In less than a minute Lizzy had passed over the required toiletries and her mother had rubbed the thick cream all around Neil’s bottom and then sprinkled a huge cloud of the fragrant talc on top. Neil felt so babyish and humiliated that he was shaking his head in despair. The smell was so obvious and was a floral perfume that everybody would only associate with an infant.



Lizzy undid the two pins that she had fastened to her towelling apron that she had put on while she was changing Lauren. Her mother put them both between her lips and pulled the nappy up through Neil’s legs and gathered the part at the back and positioned it over the part between his legs. She took one of the pins and fastened it with a flourish before snapping the safety cover over the catch. Neil started to wriggle and she pushed him down.



“Stay still you bad baby” she admonished him with a light slap, before removing the second pin from her mouth and securing the other side of the nappy. “Now you are going to wear this all day until I can organise some proper clothes for you” she said. “I am going out with Lizzy to do some shopping for you and will make sure that from now on you are going to smell nice rather than like an old dog. I want you to stay in bed and have a snooze while we are gone. You are not to get up for any reason at all and you are certainly not to go out.” Lizzy and his mother laughed at this remark, since he no longer had any shoes or a single stitch of clothing that he could change into - even if he wanted to!



Neil looked down at the huge nappy that now enveloped him and at the cream and powder residues that were up to his stomach. He was defeated and he knew it, but he was no dullard and his mind was working on ways to escape his situation. His deliberations were interrupted by a sharp poke from his mother. “I want your word on this Nee-Nee” she said with a cruel smile on her face, because she had not used his baby name in many years and it amused her to use it again. Neil had been unable to pronounce his own name and this was the closest he could get, the childish nickname had lasted until he was almost twelve.



“I promise” he mumbled



“I didn’t hear you Nee-Nee” she prompted “I want you to answer me properly and clearly”



“I promise Mummy” he said in total submission and crawled up to the top of his bed in order to slip under the duvet. His mother pulled the duvet up to his neck and kissed him on the forehead.



Lizzy and Emily pulled the curtains and left the room gently closing the door as they departed. Once they were through the door Emily burst into action.



“Find his mobile phone and take out the SIM card Lizzy” she ordered. “I am going to put his laptop in the boot of my car and will password-protect my own computer. I am also taking the broadband router with me just to make sure that he cannot send any emails. I am also taking the house phone out of the charger and taking that with me as well. Is there anything I have forgotten?”



“You are sure that he has absolutely nothing to wear? What about his sports kit?”



“He has not worn that in months, I put it all in the charity bag weeks ago” said Emily. “I burnt his dressing gown and all of his clothes and I have checked the airing cupboard. There is certainly nothing of mine he could fit into. If he looked in the attic he would find all of his old baby clothes which I kept just in case you had a boy instead of a girl, but I don’t think he would fit into any of those things” she said beginning to chortle.



“Why exactly are you doing this Mummy?” asked Lizzy



“Well to be honest I have had enough of his rudeness, his sullenness and his total lack of cooperation. There are times when I don’t think he is a member of our family, he just comes and goes as he pleases, he drinks, smokes, takes drugs I am sure and never does anything to help me. I’ve had enough and he needs to be taught a lesson.



“But you aren’t going to keep him dressed up in just a nappy are you?” she asked incredulously. “He cannot wander around in just a nappy all day, what would the neighbours think and what about college?”



“College finishes in about a week anyway and then there is the long summer break. He has not made any plans to get a job during the summer and just planned to mooch about with his friends drinking, smoking and playing computer games. I just cannot afford the luxury of such a selfish oaf” she replied starting to become a little emotional as she thought about his behaviour. “Of course he is not going to just wander about in nappies as that would be silly. I am going to buy him some plastic pants to wear over them. I ordered him some things off Ebay last week which should come any time soon. You’d be amazed at how many adult sized baby clothes they sell, you can even buy extra large dummies and feeding bottles. I bought him a set of reins as well from a company on the internet, you would love them as they are really old-fashioned leather ones with little bells on the front.”



Lizzy was agog, her mouth wide open and eye brows deep into her hair line. “You have bought him baby clothes? What on earth are you going to do to him? “Don’t you think this is going a bit far Mummy? She said rattling off question after question.



“Not at all, he has been a monster and I want my old son back and if that means turning him back into a baby who is dependant on me, then that is what I am going to do. I have even bought a tape that he will be forced to listen to every night and if I am really successful then those nappies are going to be used for the purpose they were designed for and he will be wetting himself ten times a day and pooping after virtually every meal.”



“You are joking! Then what?” asked Lizzy who did not like her brother that much, but was not that full of hate to see him humiliated in this way.



“I am going to sell him!” Emily replied with a huge grin “I am going to sell him to a company called Baby Dreams, who said they would give me £2000 if I could get him to visit their special clinic and double that if he was already nappy-dependant! They are the ones who sent me the CD and told me what to do. I also have some special medicines for him to take.”



“What do they want Neil for and why do they want him back in nappies?”



“Would you want to run away if you knew that you were totally reliant on your nappy? Would you want any of your friends to see you? If you only had baby clothes to wear, would you leave the building? They make baby clothes, accessories and everything a real baby would need, but they also make larger sizes as well. Lauren has some bibs and dresses that came from their factory.”



“But what would Neil do while he was there?”



“They are looking for a whole range of people, he might be in their IT department, or he could just as easily be in the warehouse. Who cares? All I want is for him to have some work experience and to learn that he has to grow up and become a great deal more mature”.



“And needing to wear nappies is being more mature?” asked Lizzy “I think you have gone barmy, but I have to agree with you that something has to be done.” They worked diligently seeking out possible escape routes and closing down or removing electronic devices that would enable Neil to escape his fate. As Lauren stirred in her cot in the spare room above, there was a knock on the door.



Lizzy headed for her daughter, as Emily went to the door. As the door opened her look of astonishment was priceless, because in front of her stood a toddler dressed in a blue sailor suit with matching blue frilly panties trimmed in lace around the legs and clearly covering a huge nappy. About his neck was a white terry bib edged in dark blue striped ribbon that was tied in a large bow at his neck. The bib was embroidered with a large fish inside of which was the name ‘Baby Bobby’. On a deep blue ribbon pinned to his top with a nappy pin was a large blue dummy which bounced on his chest.



“We got pwesents” said the outsized toddler waving his mittened hands towards the pretty girl standing behind him.



“Hello, I am so sorry, Bobby has only just started helping me and he is just learning. Aren’t you Darling?” she said to the babyish figure doing a little jig on the doorstep. “Do you need to go potty sweetheart? I think you do, don’t you?”



“Does he want to use the toilet?” asked Emily looking concerned



“No thank you Mrs. Prim, Bobby has not used a toilet for three months now that is why he has to wear a nappy, he is almost potty untrained now and will soon not think twice about using his protection. He wets his bed every night now and it will not be too long before he is wetting in the day as well. Look I think he has gone now” she said looking at Bobby who had stopped his dancing and was now suc-king quietly on his dummy. She reached under his blue panties and put a finger up the leg of his knickers before giving a knowing smile. “All done” she said “that’s a very good boy to go in your nappy. We always give you a reward when you have been a good boy don’t we? She reached in her pocket and pulled out a little packet of chocolate buttons. “You can have these when we get back in the van sweetie”.

“I am Natalie by the way Mrs. Prim and we have the order you placed with us. You forgot to order the plastic pants and we have given you half a dozen pairs on the house!”



The girl went to the van and with Bobby’s help carried a number of large boxes into the hallway. Bobby walked with a wide-legged gait as his wet nappy rubbed against him and dragged at his hips. His dummy wiggled in and out as he suc-ked it with increasing embarrassment as he felt some of the heavy wetting escape the confines of his saturated nappy and run down his leg. A tear from his eye ran down his cheek as his humiliation at the hands of his employer slowly sank into his dazed mental state.



Lizzy looked on from down the hall, while Lauren was pointing at Bobby and saying over and over again “Baby, baby Mummy.”



Emily closed the door and opened the first box, her hand fell upon the plastic pants “just what we needed” she said clearly pleased “let’s get these on Neil before we go out.”



Neil had no idea what was to befall him as the women ascended the stairs.



End part 31

[antonia]

Part 32

Emily walked up the stairs pulling the brand new plastic pants out of the polythene bag. They had that unique smell of vinyl freshly opened to the air, pungent and slightly cloying, not unpleasant while not exactly pleasing to the nose either. It was a smell that she knew would adhere to Neil and mingle with the babyish powder smell that already had enveloped him. She shook out the pants to release the folds and puffed them out into a large ball. They were enormous.

She entered Neil’s room and without bothering to see whether he was asleep or awake peeled back the duvet on his bed, put her hands through the leg openings on the pants and grabbed his feet, lifted them and threaded the pants over his legs.

“Lift” she barked at Neil who had been dozing quietly and was trying to recover his wits. “Lift” she said more forcefully. Neil dug his heels into the mattress and lifted his bottom off the bed and Emily pulled the pants over his nappy being sure to tuck in the fluffy white terry that was poking out of the legs. She noted that the back of his nappy was well covered by the vinyl covering of his new pants, showing that they were perfectly big enough and totally secure. How many times when he was a baby had she put on his pants only to discover that the back of the nappy was not protected and then find him in the morning in a wet sleep suit and damp cot?

“What’s this?” grumbled Neil “why do I have to have plastic pants over the towel?”

“For a start it isn’t a towel silly baby, it is a nappy. Second, you are just too big to have a modern wool nappy cover like Lauren because they do not make them in your size. I would have liked to use the woolly covers because they are cooler and less sweaty, but you will just have to get used to these plastic knickers.”

“But why?” wailed Neil “I can go to the toilet and I don’t need to be humiliated by dressing up like this”.

“Now that is where you are quite wrong, yes, quite wrong” said his mother drawing herself up to full height and noting with more than a little satisfaction that the nappy was very visible through the plastic pants which were remarkable transparent. She would very easily be able to see when he had wet or soiled his nappies with these pants. “You are not being humiliated; I would never want to be so cruel. You are wearing nappies because you are going to use them for their intended purpose and that is to go potty. The plastic pants you are wearing are to keep your wetties inside and not make your bed or the furniture wet - silly baby”.

“You can’t make me do that” shouted Neil “I will not wet my nappies like a baby”

Emily smiled as she realised that in his sub-conscious mind he had already made the connection that they were ‘his’ nappies.

“No you won’t” she said noting the look of hope that suddenly appeared in Neil’s eyes “you will be doing your number two’s in them as well”.

“What” he exclaimed

“Look Nee-Nee they are nappies, nappies are for wetting and soiling and that is what I expect you to do. End of story. Now get back into your bed and lie down or else there will be trouble. I am already late to go out and Mummy does not want to be made late by a silly baby”. Her point made she left his room and headed fore the upstairs bathroom on the landing. She took the key from the lock on the inside and closed the door, then re-inserted the key on the outside and locked it. In his bed Neil heard the levers of the lock turn and knew that the toilet was now closed to him.

Lizzy and her mother locked up the back door, changed Lauren into a clean nappy and packed the car with the things that they did not want Neil to have. They also locked the downstairs cloak room which had the home’s second toilet and left.

The house was quiet and Neil got out of his bed and looked out of the front window of his mother’s room as their car pulled off the driveway. He felt strange with so much padding between his legs and found it hard to walk without having a slight waddle. The rustling of the plastic pants seemed almost deafening.

He tried the door of the toilet knowing it was locked and went downstairs to find the other loo to be equally secure. He was starting to need the toilet as his bladder filled, so he went to the kitchen and found a glass jug. He poked his member through the leg hole and relieved himself. Even he found this to be a horrible situation and poured the jug into the sink and rinsed everything thoroughly. The trouble with the operation was that the tight pinch of the elastic had not allowed all of his eliminations to escape, but released when he repositioned himself inside the nappy. A small dark yellow spot was clearly visible through his plastic pants, but Neil could not see it.

He found his phone only to discover that it was useless. He looked for the house phone, but all that was left was the base station. He switched on the computer only to discover that it now had a password to boot it up.

Neil searched the house for alternative clothing but could find nothing, he looked out of the window to see the remnants of his wardrobe were nothing more than blackened pieces and not a stitch was left. The airing cupboard had nothing and he realised that he was well and truly stumped. He then went to the end of the hall and examined the boxes left by the recent caller. The first was full of nappies and plastic pants, another had “Babygro” sleepers and onesies with huge bibs, mittens and booties. “How much had she spent on all of this junk”? He thought as he looked at the contents. He did not want to break the seal on the third box, because by this time he had realised that the contents were not going to be of any interest to him.

It was a sense of despair that he realised that desperate times required desperate solutions. He decided that the only solution was to get out and buy some new clothes, but how was he going to explain to anybody the way in which he was dressed? This was a puzzler.

He ran up to the airing cupboard and took out a white sheet, then he went to his room where kept his artwork supplies. In big large letters he wrote “SUPPORT GREAT ORMOND STREET HOSPITAL FOR SICK CHILDREN” on the middle of the sheet. Then he went to the airing cupboard and took out one of Lauren’s clean bibs which he tied around his neck. He took two of the nappies and wrapped them around his feet to make protection for his feet. He did not want to touch anything in the boxes, because rest assured that was all going back untouched.

He went downstairs and into the kitchen. In a steriliser was one of Lauren’s bottles, teat, cover and a dummy. He took out the lot. Into the bottle he put some milk. He rinsed off the dummy and put it in his mouth and draped the sheet over his shoulders. He noted with dismay that this barely covered his plastic pants and nappy which were still quite visible. So it was with more than a little trepidation that Neil set out the front door on his one mile journey into town, with his wallet tucked into the waist band of his nappy, dummy in mouth, bottle in hand and bib flapping in the wind.

Murphy’s Third Law says that if anything can go wrong, then it will. A neighbour saw him and rushed out to make a donation. “Oh wonderful Neil, how good of you to support such a worthy cause, let me make a donation”. She handed him a five pound note, but Neil did not have a collecting can and put it in the one place that he thought would be safe and took out his wallet. The neighbour was most distraught, “it isn’t for you” she shouted, “it is for the sick children. Where is your charity warrant card and where is your collecting tin?”

Neil looked at her wild eyed with fear and then made a dash for it. The neighbour started to run after him then decided better of it. She went back inside and made a call to the police.

He tore down the street his nappy chafing and rubbing, the milk in his bottle was dribbling with all the shaking and so was he with all the huffing and puffing he was doing around his dummy. He arrived in town and made his way into a well-known high street retailer to buy some adult clothing. At that exact moment two things happened. Lizzy and his mother spotted him just as the police car came roaring around the corner with flashing lights and sirens wailing. It screeched to a halt and two policemen jumped out and grabbed his arms, just as his mother and Lizzy came rushing up.

“Now don’t get in the way Ma’am” said the policeman gruffly “we are going to arrest this lad for robbery and defrauding the Hospital”.

“He is my son officer and he has just had a nervous breakdown. He really needs what he is wearing and we are trying to nurse him back to health.” Neil was so nervous that he felt a trickle of warmth run into his nappy, and then a griping pain caused him to bend his knees and grip his stomach as a large poo worked its way into the back of his nappy. This was quickly followed by another package that dragged into his nappy and slowly slid down. He felt his eyes moisten and the tears began to flow as he felt the full shame at what was happening to him. He suc-ked on Lauren’s dummy for comfort.

The officer saw the yellowing of the front of Neil’s nappy and was hit by the stench of his second accident. Nobody in their right mind would ever go to such lengths to avoid arrest. He and the other policeman released their grip and stood back from the smell. Emily spotted the wallet and took it from the waist band of his nappy. She opened it up and took out all the notes. “Please donate all of this to the GOSH for sick children and let the lady have her money back”. The policeman snatched the sheet of Neil’s shoulders and rolled it into a ball.

“Thank you Ma’am we will do that. In the meantime can we rely on you to take care of your lad and make sure he does not get into any more mischief? I am afraid the sheet has to go.” Emily agreed and took Neil by the hand.

“Come on Nee-Nee, let’s get you home and cleaned up and that dirty nappy changed sweetheart. Where did you get that dummy?”

“Good heavens Mum, he has stolen Lauren’s dummy and that is her bottle as well. How could you Neil? That is her bib as well and I was saving that clean one for her dinner. You take him home Mum and I will get replacement things for Lauren, I will see you back home.”
“We will walk dear, you will need the car to bring Lauren home”.

“Come on Nee-Nee – off we go!” she said merrily, so happy that Neil was further down his road to infancy than she could ever have hoped. Not only had he wet his nappy, but he had also soiled it as well and all on the same day. This was way ahead of her schedule for him.

Neil now wearing nothing more than a pee-stained nappy with a brown mark showing in the rear and a bib damp with his dribbles started the longest trudge home that he could ever remember. The front of his nappy was now cooling and at the back it felt like a hot banana was being mashed up in the blender as his legs and bottom rubbed together. The local people and shoppers who had been alerted by the noise of the police sirens had come out of the shops to witness this nineteen year old boy being taken home by his mummy in a filthy nappy and suc-king on a baby’s dummy. He gripped her hand and walked slightly behind her as she strode ahead. Emily was not ashamed and she was not embarrassed (it was not her in a dirty nappy!), in fact she was feeling like a real mummy again, with her own little man who had made a big poopy in his pants because he had not learned how to control himself properly. Toddlers were often unreliable and she always put Neil in a nappy for her shopping trips because he could never be trusted. She remembered how he hated having his big boy’s pants taken off only to be replaced with nappy and plastic pants, because at the age of six he looked a real sissy baby when they went out.

Neil was wrapped up in his own thoughts as he remembered how his mother used to put him in a nappy when he really could have coped in proper pants. How old had he been? Six, seven? Did he really need to be humiliated like that? None of his friends at nursery school were treated like that, he remembered seeing then in town holding hands with their mothers, while he was strapped into baby reins and had special knitted shorts that would stretch and fit over his nappy. She always allowed bits of the terry nappy to poke out just in case anybody was in any doubt about what he was wearing. Now he was suffering all over again, he was so intimidated that he felt the need to wet again.

“I need to go to the toilet Mummy” he said in a small voice as they came up to the small public conveniences tucked off the edge of the pavement on the outskirts of the town.

“Nee-Nee, I cannot believe you are asking me if you can go to the toilet when you have already done everything in your nappy once already! Go in your nappy again. Do it now. I will change you as soon as I get in and then you can have one of your brand new nappies on which came today. That will be a nice treat won’t it?”

He relaxed and allowed his limp pen-is release another stream of his babyish wetties flow into his cold damp nappy. The rewarming gave a pleasant sensation around his testicles and with horror we realised that the sticky concoction was giving him an erection. The messy caress was driving him crazy, every step he took was shear delight and he could feel himself beginning to lose control. He could barely walk because of the pleasure it was giving him and almost ground to a halt, but Emily pulled him by the hand. The effect was all too much, what on earth would happen next......?

[antonia]

Part 33



We will return to Neil in a letter episode and leave him to fill his nappy in new and unexpected ways.



In another part of town a few streets away from where Mrs. Prim and Neil were living (in the best part of town) was Mrs. and Mrs Arthur Godfrey and their son Tim.  They had lavished an expensive education on their son and sent him to that famous school called Stoke. Here the rich and wealthy sent their off-spring to become self-confident, well-educated and the future pillars of society. In Tim’s case he had become arrogant, spoilt and unruly. His father was always away on some business or other and had spent so little time with Tim as to have become a stranger. During his time  away at school his mother had become involved in all the “right” committees and a part of the social calendar and Tim’s infrequent trips home were more of an inconvenience than a pleasure.



When Tim came home he hit the pubs and clubs, met with his partying friends and lived life to the hilt. This all reached a climax, when one night his mother received a call from a fellow parent of another Stokian to say that Tim had been taken away in an ambulance from a garage party they had thrown for their son. Evidently he was suspected of having taken an illegal substance in combination with a vast excess of vodka which he had been ‘downing in one’ to impress his friends. It had upset her greatly and she had managed to contact her husband in Paris and he had flown back straight away. The next day the medical staff released Tim from hospital and it was his parents who received most of their scorn and derision.



Mrs Godfrey decided to make sure that such an event was never going to happen again. She wrote to his house master and explained to him what had happened and asked that he keep an extra wary eye on Tim in the future and that he should never be allowed off the school campus without proper supervision.



On his next trip home Tim had already planned to go to a couple of bashes and had made plans to stay at home for as little time as possible. His father was in Dusseldorf all weekend and his mother was going out on Friday to a function. His path seemed clear for a really ‘stonking’ good time!



Gail Godfrey had other plans! A friend of hers who had a son in the year ahead of Tim had experienced a similar problem the year before and had heard of a retired nanny called Mrs. Tibbs who in the space of one weekend had turned her son around completely and to this day he was still as ‘docile as a little lamb’ (as she had said in her words).



She picked up Tim from the school in their family Range Rover and she noticed that he was as surly and arrogant as ever. The said barely a word in the car, because she had told him that he was not going out anywhere and so he sulked and turned his favourite weapon against her, which was being just plain nasty.



He threw his dirty washing on the utility room floor and slobbed out on the settee with the sports channel blazing noisily. His mother was so upset that she could do little more than cry softly as she produced the oaf his supper and take comfort in the fact that Mrs Tibbs was coming that night.



The lazy, rude son  continued his nagging and niggling to get his own way and to be allowed out, but his mother was having none of it.



“You are staying in” she said “and to make sure you do not get up to any mischief, I have invited Mrs Tibbs to come round and keep an eye on you.”



“And  who pray is Mrs Tibbs?” asked Tim “I don’t need a blasted baby sitter and anyway I am going out. If you can go to one of your committee meetings, then I can go to a party”.



“You will like Mrs Tibbs, she is really nice” replied his mother with a smirk. At that very moment there was a ring on the doorbell and Gail went to the door to open it. Before her stood a large buxom lady with a peaches and cream complexion, dressed in a dark blue uniform with a white bibbed apron. She was a cross between Mary Poppins and Mrs Doubtfire. In her hand she carried a large and expansive carpet bag which was clearly full and quite heavy. “Come in Mrs Tibbs, how lovely to meet you face to face at last. I have heard so much about you and I have been looking to meeting you so much” she said



“How kind of you to say so dear” she said with a warming smile and that air of confidence that comes after so many years of being a servant that called the shots.

“Let us go and meet Timmy shall we dear?”



“He will not like being called Timmy Mrs Tibbs” said Gail with absolute horror “you better not call him that!”



“Oh he’ll be a baby in my hands when I have finished with him sweetheart, you just leave Master Timothy to me” said Mrs Tibbs with a big grin.



They made their way into the television lounge where Tim was lying stretched out on the settee. He never bothered to look up when his mother and Mrs Tibbs entered the room.



“Hello Timmy, I am Mrs Tibbs” she said sweetly to him. Tim totally ignored her and continued to watch the sport, taking a sip of cola out of the can that had left rings all over the table because he was too lazy to use the coaster.



Mrs Tibbs walked over and stood between him and the widescreen, Tim waved to her to get out of the way. “You are a naughty boy aren’t you?” she said “and more than a little rude dear, for a lucky little man who has had so much money spent on his schooling”. She bent over, her huge bossom thrust into his face and reached over and grabbed his ear which she took in a pincer-like grip and then turned slowly to put pressure on sinew and nerve endings. With effortless ease she lifted Tim from the sofa and had him standing before her eyeball to eyeball”. Under her breath she murmured “Look you little shit, we can do this the easy way or we can play with a hard ball, the choice is yours”. She tweaked his ear with a final flourish and tapped him on the nose with apparent playfulness “you little tinker” she said smiling. In reality the blow to his nose had been delivered with the skill of a karate black belt and hurt so much and so intensely that it caused his eyes to water. “You go out Mrs Godfrey and leave Timmy and I to get to know each other dear”.



Gail made a hasty exit while Mrs Tibbs sat next to Tim on the couch. “I don’t like this channel dear, she said in a sweet but authoritative manner, please turn it over to Coronation Street and then make me a nice cup of tea so we can have a little chat.”



Tim started to speak “now look hear whatever your name is..”



“You can call me nanny dear and I am here to be your baby sitter”



“A baby sitter, look, I am nineteen” Tim spluttered



“Is that nineteen months dear?” said Mrs Tibbs with the sweetest and most sickly tone imaginable “put the kettle on for nanny and we can have a really nice chat”. Something of the school instilled requirement to obey discipline kicked in and Tim changed the channel and then went to put on the kettle. He returned with a cup of tea on a saucer (as he was sure that a mug was not appropriate) and carried the sugar bowl should she require extra sweetness.



He gave her the drink and went to make his leave. “Sit next to me dear and tell me what you young folk get up to these days, because it is a long time since I have looked after a boy of your age. Tim went for the door handle. “I said sit here dear” instructed Mrs Tibbs, as Tim faltered at the exit of the room. He walked and sat down beside her and she patted his knee “that is better dear, what a good boy you can be”



They started to talk about pubs and clubs and Tim started to brag at how good he was a downing shots in one go. “Oh this I have to see Timmy, I think I have some medicinal brandy in my bag” she said fumbling around in the giant holdall. “Go and get a shot glass, I really want to see you do this – in fact I don’t believe a young lad of your age is capable of such a thing” she taunted him while scrabbling around in one of the many internal pockets of her specially made nanny’s bag. “Here we are, some of Nanny’s special medicine” she said removing half a bottle of brandy that had been doctored with 100% pure ethanol and was so strong as to be almost impotable. She took the glass from Tim and filled it up “come on sweetheart, let’s see how you do it, one two three, go” she encouraged with glee as Tim necked back the equivalent of three doubles. Tim reeled from the strength of the spirit which had hit his stomach with a blast. “come on one more for nanny” she goaded filling up his glass before he could argue” and once again she counted “one, two, three and down the tunnel for nanny” as Tim hesitated before taking down the equivalent of another 6 measures.



“That is good brandy nanny” said Tim who was already starting to look a bit bleary eyed and could feel the alcohol eating into him.



“Would you like some more Timmy?” asked nanny knowing full well that his stomach would be close to throwing up the two super-strength charges of alcohol. Tim felt his stomach do one of those horrible somersaults and shook his head to indicate he had had enough. Nanny had chosen exactly the right strength to ensure that Tim would not be sick, but he was going to be seriously inebriated in the next half an hour or so.



“I expect you like to smoke a spliff don’t you - a nice bit of skunk or a bit of Hashish to settle the nerves? Would you like one of Nanny’s specials dear?” she asked Tim who was wide-eyed with amazement. “I know what my boys like and if they are good I give it to them. Are you a good boy Timmy?” she said with her self-assured smile.



“Oh yes Nanny I am a very good boy” said Tim eager to get the special reefer.



Mrs Tibbs again returned to her bag and after a brief search came out with a stainless steel tin that contained a number of giant roll-ups with the characteristic taper of a joint. “Skunk I think” she said looking at Tim and weighing up the best dosage for him “high in cannabinoids and THC which will make my little boy very happy”. Tim ignored the childish way in which he was being addressed and took the spliff from Mrs Tibbs, who lit it for him.



It was a home grown plant which had flowered proliferously and produced one of the highest potencies that she had seen in years. To smoke a whole spliff was going to bring him deep into euphoria. Tim’s eyes started to glaze over after a couple of puffs and Mrs Tibbs herself was feeling some of the effects just from passive smoking his exhalations.



They sat in silence for a while as Tim became more and more sedated. His conversation started to ramble and become surreal. Mrs Tibbs drew him onto the subject of raves and ecstasy tablets. Tim admitted that he had been to one of these last year and had taken one of the tabs offered to him by a friend. He said that his mouth had become so dry that he had suc-ked a baby’s dummy and drank gallons of water to quench his thirst and stop his tongue from drying up in his mouth.

Nanny looked at Tim and decided that he needed a stimulant before he passed out from the cannabis. She went to the kitchen and filled a huge glass with water and offered him a tab of the drug. She then searched in her bag and came up with a large pink adult-sized dummy which he took without question. “To stop your mouth getting dry sweetheart you must suc-k on this dummy like you did at the rave party.”



Tim suc-ked away as if it was the most natural thing in the world for him to do. They continued to talk away as Mrs Tibbs got him onto the subject of gambling and Las Vegas, Tim admitted that he had spent a fortune on gambling and was trying to think of ways to tell his father that he had maxed out on his credit card.



Mrs Tibbs asked him “is it true that some gamblers are so loathe to leave the slot machines and tables that they wear a nappy so that they can stay on gambling all night?”



“Yes Nanny, that is true and I read about that on the internet” said Tim in a drug induced haze.



“Did Nanny ever tell you that she was a very good gambler and had a system that usually beat the roulette wheel?” she told Tim who looked at her open-eyed (drug induced) as drool started to run down his chin (dummy induced). “Look at you” she said “your shirt is all wet now. Let’s take it off and put a clean one on you from Nanny’s bag shall we?” She stripped off his shirt and pulled out a delicate pink one from her bag that had little bunnies all over it and buttons along one shoulder. Tim did not notice that the front and back narrowed down to two flaps that had poppers at each end. “There that is better” she said tying a terry bib round his neck while he was unaware and tripping out on the drugs she had given him.



As so often happens with people who have drunk too much and over-indulged in illegal substances, Tim’s bladder control chose that moment to leave him and like most good drunks he peed straight into his trousers.



“Right then” said Mrs Tibbs as if talking to one of her toddlers “we had better sort this out before Mummy comes home shouldn’t we Timmy”. Timmy who was a million miles away in his head agreed. “Shall we gamble on line and try and win your money back Timmy?”



“Okay Nanny” mumbled Tim not really sure if he was on planet Earth or Mars,



“We said the professional gamblers had to wear a nappy didn’t we Timmy? So that if they were on a run of luck they would not have to stop for a single moment, not even to go potty”



“I have to wear a nappy then?” asked Timmy who was hanging on by a thread as he suc-ked his dummy.



“Good baby” said Mrs Tibb’s who had already taken a huge fluffy white terry nappy out of her bag and folded it into a kite shape. Next to the nappy she had baby powder and lotion, as well as a huge voluminous pair of plastic pants. She dragged of his trousers and underpants and pinned him up in the babyish nappy before pulling up the pants and tucking everything in. She left the poppers undone, because it was just too fiddly with a wriggling baby this big! “There - all ready to play” she said in her best Nanny voice “Let’s go online and play roulette shall we darling Timmy?”



Tim and Nanny went to his room and switched on his computer and within seconds Mrs Tibbs was on line and had Tim playing roulette. Honest to her word Mrs Tibbs was an excellent player who played the odds and gambled skilfully. She was more than a little lucky and the wheel was going her way.



“I gotta take a pee, Nanny” said Tim who was still very much under the influence but was now starting to make a little more sense out of his situation.



“You cannot leave now Timmy, we are on a winning streak and you said yourself that the best gamblers go in their nappy rather than leave the table” she said pressing her hand hard on his crotch knowing full well that in his weakened state he would flood his clean nappy. Tim looked embarrassed and Mrs. Tibbs knew from her many years of looking after babies and toddlers that he had wet his nappy.



“There’s a good baby boy Timmy. Now you play our numbers while I go and get us a drink” she said going to the kitchen. She returned to her bag and dragged out another piece of useful equipment and filled it at the tap before returning to the computer.



“I won again Nanny”  said Tim like a small child who had won a prize at the funfair.



“That’s a good boy. Now drink you drink or else you are going to get very dried up” she said removing his dummy and tying it to a ribbon that she pinned with a nappy pin to his shirt. She gave him the bottle.



“It’s a baby’s feeding bottle nanny!” he exclaimed.



“And you are a messy baby sweetheart, who has wet his shirt with his dribbles, wet his trousers with his pee and recently soaked his nappy. So you just drink up your water like a good baby” she said forcefully. Tim did as he was told and with unfamiliar and long forgotten skills started to suc-k his bottle.



They continued to win and nanny eventually cleared up his debts. It was late into the night when they finished gambling and the extra drugs she had put in the bottle had made Tim compliant and malleable. It was a very happy Tim that she took downstairs, with the huge worry of his gambling debts resolved. His nappy had taken another wetting later on and the nappy now sagged on his hips.



“You had better sit on the floor Timmy” because that nappy looks almost finished. Tim was almost past caring, his consumption of various substances were making him very sleepy and his head nodded down against his chest as he sat on the floor nursing his dummy. Nanny reached into her bag and took out a pair of soft woolly booties and mittens trimmed in ping ribbon which she put on the now dozing Tim. She took her camera out of her bag and photographed the over-grown toddler who was sitting on the floor with legs spread wide by his large wet nappy, wearing a baby vest that was protected with a white terry bib that was clearly wet judging by the wet ring that ran from his neck. The pink dummy moved in and out rhythmically as he dozed.



She took pictures from both close and afar. She photographed the yellow stains in his white nappy, the bib, the bottle lying beside him half consumed. She photographed the booties and the mittens which completed his babyish attire. She took pictures of the silver poppers on the bottom of his onesie that now rested on the top of his plastic pants



She then downloaded the contents of her new digital pictures in My Place on the web, where like an idiot he had left this confidential diary of his life wide open for all to see and for her to make some stunning additions to his life as he portrayed it.



Mrs. Tibbs always had perfect timing and just as she was putting the A4 sized photographs face up around Tim as he slumped back against the couch, she heard the door open.



Mrs Godfrey came into the kitchen recreation room and nearly collapsed when she saw her arrogant son reduced to a dribbling dummy suc-king toddler sitting in his wet nappy in a matter of an evening.



“What happened to Tim Mrs Tibbs?” she asked not knowing how to react to what she saw before her.



“He wanted to play baby with Nanny” said Mrs Tibbs “I can leave you some extra nappies and plastic pants if you like, but I think he has learnt his lesson. He will not want to go out as much as he used to and you may find he likes to stay at home more than he used to. My fees are not cheap as you know, so he can keep the dummy and all the clothes he is wearing.”



“I don’t know what to say to Mrs Tibbs, he looks so peaceful, just like he was when he was a baby. Can I take up the offer of a spare nappy, because I would like to keep him like this just a little bit longer and judging by the look of his nappy he will need a dry one soon!”.



“I’ll do it Mrs Godfrey and while I am down there I will shave him so he does not get nappy rash”



Mrs Tibbs did what she did best and within a very short time Timmy was a sweet smelling dry little boy again. Nanny knows best and this was one baby sitter that Timmy was unlikely to ever forget as his blog started to get the highest hit rate in the country as people logged in to see the over-grown baby in his nappies.



End part 33